#yesterday you got plenty of monster stuff but i live for an all black moment at all times any day of the week

[keeroo92]

I read your post about the dmc boys helping a s/o with body image issues and I loved it 😭 can I ask for more comfort?? How would the guys help a partner who has PTSD from an assault that happened years ago? If you're uncomfortable writing that's totally fine! 💞

Soooo this got slightly out of control. I originally planned on making this a headcanon thing, but... well...

The first section is an intro to the Reader’s viewpoint, read that first and then pick your favorite guy. (Sidenote - Apologies in advance for Vergil going OOC)

Hope you enjoy!

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The past weighed heavy on your soul. Over the years, you learned how to ignore it and keep moving forward, but some scars never fully heal. It wasn’t a memory you spent much time dwelling on if you could help it.

You told yourself it didn’t matter, that you were over it. That person couldn’t hurt you ever again, you wouldn’t let them. You were stronger than what they did to you and never again would you surrender to them, even mentally.

Yet when your beloved partner accidentally reminded you of it, the walls shattered. The ache in your chest felt as if it was only yesterday, the tears as powerful as ever. Even after all those years.

---V---

He froze as your breathing hitched, but not in pleasure. Something was wrong, had he hurt you?

“What’s wrong, love?”

Tattooed hands left the bare flesh of your stomach to stroke your cheek. He longed to ease the pained expression on your familiar face, but you flinched back from his touch. Confusion and concern warred in his mind as he shifted away, granting you the space you so clearly needed.

The glow of the television danced across your body as the film played on, heedless and uncaring. A soft rustle accompanied your every move upon the upholstery. Only seconds before, sighs and moans filled the now silent air.

Something was terribly wrong.

“Please talk to me. Did I hurt you?” the poet begged.

You shook your head, arms and legs pulled tight to your core. “I- it’s not you.”

His heart twisted at the broken tone of your sweet voice. Restrained sniffles and shaking shoulders only heightened the sensation. He knew you far too well for you to hide your pain.

Slick fluid still coated his rapidly wilting length, the flush on his skin only barely faded. Echoes of his arousal lingered in his belly, but easing the ache was his last priority. All he cared about was restoring your smile.

“What can I do?”

At first, he thought you weren’t going to answer. By the time you finished telling the story, he wished he’d been correct.

Why did such terrible people exist? What evil needed to manifest for a person to steal your very ability to choose? How dare they, what gave them the right? He would tear them to pieces, drive stakes into their body until they begged for mercy just as you did. They’d receive the same level of compassion as they’d given you.

But not tonight.

Tonight, you needed him. His wrath could wait.

“I cannot imagine the strength required to survive that. I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “Thank you for trusting me with the truth.”

Hesitant hands reached out to you, slow enough you could easily deny his attempts to pull you into an embrace. Despite the fear and pain lingering in your eyes, you allowed it, huddling against his chest as if he could hide you from any strife.

He’d do his best.

“I’m sorry I’m like this, I thought I was past it,” you whispered. “I won’t hold it against you if you want to leave.”

You trembled in his grasp, curling inwards as another round of tears slipped free to drip from your chin. His grip only tightened, crushing you against him as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Never apologize for being in pain. Not to me.”

He paused and rubbed soothing circles across your spine, listening to your unsteady breathing. When you stopped shaking at last, he pulled back to look deep into your eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. Now that I’ve found you, I refuse to let you go. Understood?”

You sniffled again and nodded, the first hint of a smile gracing your lips.

 Nero

In the back of his mind, he always knew. The way your eyes always searched for an exit in public spaces, how you never slept as well alone, the way you saw yourself… It all hinted at the truth, but he never pressed for the whole story. You’d tell him when you were ready. In the meantime, he did his best to support you.

As you finally broke down and spoke about it, an odd sense of joy rushed through him. It was nice to know you trusted him so much.

But the feeling didn’t last. How could he ever be happy about any aspect of it?

It didn’t matter that you barely cried. It didn’t matter that your voice was steady and constant. It didn’t matter that you didn’t push him away or let go of his hand as you spoke. No, all that mattered was how none of it should’ve ever happened.

“This is so messed up…”

He didn’t know what else to say. Words didn’t seem like enough.

“I’m working through it, bit by bit,” you said. Judging by your defensive posture, it wasn’t helping.

Nero sighed and scratched the back of his neck. He knew plenty of people who dealt with similar crap. Growing up in the orphanage exposed him to the concept before he even hit puberty. It never made sense to him, wasn’t it more enjoyable when everyone wanted it? What kind of monster preferred forcing themselves on another person?

Regardless. It wasn’t the kind of thing anyone should face alone and despite his knowledge, he knew he could only do so much. He stared at the floor as blood rushed to his face. It felt strange to ask such a personal question, but considering the circumstances…

“Have you… y’know, been talking to someone?”

Your hands fidgeted the way they always did when you got nervous, picking at the seam of the bedspread. Was that because of the trauma?

“No, not for a few years,” you mumbled.

He took your hands and brought them to his lips, pressing soft kisses across the knuckles. It was important not to make you feel worse, no matter how much he wanted to scold you for not taking proper care of the issue. Support, not judgement. Understanding, not condemnation.

“I can help you find someone, when you’re ready. Anything you need, okay?”

He wrapped an arm over your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, his heart heavy and stomach twisted. What else could he do? Was anything enough?

Probably not.

But that never stopped him before.

 Dante

The devilish smirk fell from his lips the moment you started crying. He’d never seen you cry before, not once. It shocked him, if he was being totally honest.

“Babe? What’s up?”

It was clear on your face how desperately you fought whatever was troubling you. What could possibly be wrong, and why didn’t you say something? You told him everything, even the stuff he didn’t want to know.

The clatter of the cue ball breaking the rack at the next table made you jump. Raucous laughter followed soon after and the red-clad man set aside his stick. Fear and shame stained your eyes; whatever was going on, this wasn’t the place.

He took your hand and pulled you outside into the chilly evening air. Overhead, the stars shone in a pitch-black sky, no moon to be seen. Wisps of cigarette smoke drifted over from where some idiot puffed away.

“Hey, get lost,” Dante commanded.

The fool almost protested, a sneer already teasing at his mouth but Dante had no patience. He focused on his blood and allowed his eyes to shift, growling at the man until he dashed away with a terrified look. That shit never got old.

“Right. Wanna tell me what’s going on, now?”

He never would’ve imagined the tale you told him, pausing here and there to sniffle or take his hand. Pressure built in his sternum with every word, glass choking him as his hands tingled. What he wouldn’t give to take away your pain and make it like nothing ever happened.

But all he came up with was a stupid joke. “Want me to go kick their ass for ya?”

You sighed and wiped your eyes, staring at anything except his face. “No, it was my fault anyway. I should’ve been more careful or worn something else. It was my mistake.”

Oh, hell no. He was not letting you get away with that bullshit. Not in a million years. Calloused hands took careful hold of your chin and gently turned it to face his stern glare.

“That’s stupid and you know it. The only person responsible is them. They chose to… do that to you. They chose to be an ass. It’s not your fault. Don’t you ever say or even think stuff like that ever again, you hear me?”

“But-“

“No.”

A petulant frown split your tear-streaked face. “But-“

“Stop it,” he insisted.

“Dante, come on-“

“I said no, damnit!”

A hint of amusement filtered through the sorrow in your eyes. It was a start. Enough for him to drop his hand and pull you into a hug, encasing you in his body in a silent promise. He didn’t know what you needed to do to heal, but he’d be there every step of the way.

 Vergil

It explained so much. Why you didn’t like swimming or wearing a bathing suit. Why you hated going downtown. Why you were so hesitant with your affections. How had he not figured it out before? You shouldn’t have to relive it just so he understood.

As if he ever could.

Still, he’d been violated before. Scars still marked his otherwise pristine skin, not to mention those on his soul. He knew what it was to survive against all odds, and the knowledge that you did too deepened his respect for you threefold.

“I never knew,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You sat on the antique couch, hands in your lap and eyes locked on the oak parquet. Throughout your tale, he’d been pacing. The living room was the perfect size for it, even with the elaborate fireplace. The motion helped to ease the pressure to do something, anything to fix this. A way to channel his energy without causing damage.

Much as he wished to sink his blade deep into the gut of the villain in your story. Not too deep; only a slow and painful death would suffice. No mercy for such a crime.

“I’m sorry. I… I didn’t want you to know how weak I am.”

His repetitive footsteps froze. You thought yourself weak, and that he would as well. Guilt and shame mixed in his mind; how could he have allowed you to not understand? A muscle in his cheek spasmed and he whirled to kneel at your feet, an earnest look etched across his regal features as he grasped your hands in his own.

“Weakness lies not in the inability to avoid pain, but the inability to withstand it. You are not weak, quite the opposite. That you haven’t given up is a testament to your strength.”

A shaky breath slipped from your lips. What else could he do or say to help? How could he make you understand that in his eyes, you had the strength of a typhoon?

“You’re wrong, I’m a coward. I’m not strong, just too broken for them to bother killing.”

First you called yourself weak, and now broken? You couldn’t possibly think so little of yourself. Unacceptable, he wouldn’t allow it. Not anymore, at least.

He knew of only one way to piece together a wounded soul. Hopefully, it would prove sufficient for your needs. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t be with you at all times.

The pommel at his waist warmed to his touch. His oldest ally and most reliable companion, the Yamato never failed him. A pang of loss ached in his heart as he untied the strings, as if he were surrendering a portion of his own soul by holding it out to your curious eyes.

He never allowed you to touch it before.

“Take it.”

Your mouth dropped open, shock tinting your gaze. “W- what?”

He huffed and forced his arms not to retreat. “I will train you, until not a soul alive can call you anything but strong. Even yourself.”

Your trembling hands wrapped around the sheathe after a long pause. Releasing his grip sent shockwaves through his body, but somehow he managed. It was worth it if it helped you.

“I- I couldn’t! It’s yours!”

A soft smile twisted his lips as the last echoes of pain faded into static. Truthfully, the arrangement was perfect. Yamato was a part of him; nothing in the world would work harder to keep you safe. If ever you found yourself in a dire situation again, escape would be child’s play.

And in a sense, as long as you carried his blade, he was at your side.

“And now it’s yours.”

He paused, another wave of agony rushing through him as you slid the blade free. “At least until I find a suitable weapon for you.”

#fanfic #ask response #dmc dante #dmc nero #dmc v #dmc vergil #my writing #tw: assault #reader insert #devil may cry

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Chosen - Chapter Three

(This is a Gender-Swapped Sanders Sides high school au)

SUMMARY: Logan Berry, Dee Ceite, Patricia Foster, Virginia Picani and Regina and Rena Prince are all 16-year-old high school students. They live relatively normal lives, with ordinary lessons and ordinary crushes and ordinary families, until one day a monster shows up and attacks them after class, and everything suddenly changes.

SHIPS: Moxiety, Logince, Dukeceit

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Remus, Sympathetic Deceit, swearing, monsters mention, sexual implications (Remus), siblings arguing, mention of being worried about death

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game

CHOSEN TAGLIST: @coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy @littlestr

Masterpost

FIRST CHAPTER | PREVIOUS CHAPTER​ | NEXT CHAPTER

Logan woke up at exactly 6am to the sounds of her alarm clock chirping loudly in her ear. She cracked one eye open, surveying her blurry surroundings, before reaching onto her bedside table and grabbing her glasses. She slid them onto her face and sat up, pressing the top of her clock to silence it.

She stretched, listening to the sounds of her mothers moving around the kitchen below, before sliding out of bed and padding out of the room to take a shower. When she returned – clean, fully awake, and ready for the day – she got dressed in her usual outfit; Logan had multiples of the same clothes. She wore a black polo shirt, dark blue tie, knee-length skirt and plain white socks.

At precisely 6:15am, just as usual, she stepped into the kitchen, immediately greeted by her two mothers, Nathalie and Christine Berry. She sat down at the small kitchen table, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“Logan, dear, please tell your mother why we can never go see the Davidsons again,” Christine exclaimed dramatically, passing her daughter the cereal and milk, as her wife passed her the bowl and spoon.

“Mrs Davidson insulted your-” Logan began.

“She insulted my scarf! My favourite, most beautiful scarf! I will not stand for it. We can never speak to any of the Davidsons again, we have standards.”  

Nathalie gave her wife an amused but loving glance. “But I just finished fixing up Joseph Davidson’s car. He’s picking it up today, I can’t just ignore him.” She ruffled Logan’s hair, chuckling at her daughter’s protests, before leaving the kitchen to put on her shoes.  

“Besides,” Logan added. “We already agreed that we’d go to their barbeque next weekend, despite my numerous complaints. It’s in the calendar, it was you who said we couldn’t miss it.” She finished pouring her small bowl of cereal and began to eat it at a quick pace – quick enough to be efficient, but not quick enough to choke. She’d mastered her morning routine; everything was perfectly timed.

Christine sighed dramatically, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead and leaning back against the counter, almost knocking over her coffee mug.

“I feel betrayed,” She cried. “By my own family, the ones I thought I could trust.”

Nathalie stepped back into the room, her leather jacket thrown over her shoulder. She leant down and pressed a kiss to her wife’s cheek.

“We can cancel the barbeque, if you’d prefer. Logan’s always great at coming up with excuses, we could pretend one of us is sick or something.” She wrapped her arm around Christine’s waist, pulling her closer. “Whatever you want, babe. We never have to speak to the Davidsons again, if you so desire.”

Christine blushed slightly at the nickname – no matter how long they’d been together, she’d always blush at them, which was half the reason Nathalie used them. She lightly pushed her wife away, picking up her coffee mug and finishing the last few drops, before placing the mug into the sink, to be cleaned later… probably.

“We should leave soon,” Christine changed the subject. “Logan, are you almost done? We wouldn’t want you late for school.”

Logan swallowed her last mouthful of cereal, nodding before standing up straight. She went back upstairs to fetch her school stuff and then came back down to put on her simple black shoes, and the family were in the car and on their way to drop Logan off at school within minutes.

“So,” Christine said, when they were halfway through the journey, glancing back at Logan. “You’re going over to Dee’s house tonight, right? We’re picking you up at midday tomorrow?”

“Yes, 12:30pm to be exact.” Logan confirmed.

Christine paused for a moment, before sighing. “I do wish you weren’t getting involved with that ‘monster’ stuff Remy’s always talking about. I know we’ve known for a while that it would be a possibility, but, still, this is some dangerous stuff you’re getting into.”

“Now, now, Chris.” Nathalie added. “We discussed this yesterday, It’s Logan’s choice. She’s a responsible girl, we know she wouldn’t put herself in any unnecessary danger. And, besides, if she’s the ‘true chosen one’, then none of this can be helped, you know that, and, if she’s not, she’ll be fine.”

“Mom’s right, mother,” Logan said. “You two confirmed yesterday that we can trust Remy and Mr Sanders, they’ll keep us safe. If I’m the true chosen one, I’ll kill the Queen and likely survive, it’s fate, and if I’m not, I won’t be in as much danger.” She paused for a moment. “It’ll be worth it; this will help people.”

Logan knew that the logic in that wasn’t entirely sound, and that this could, in fact, be very dangerous. The chances of survival weren’t 100% – though that was true for almost every activity imaginable – and there would be plenty of monsters out to kill her and her friends, but this was important. She had the chance to be a part of something great, to rid the world of a great evil, and return home a hero. She didn’t care too much about that last part, really, but she knew Regina would.

She blushed slightly at the thought of what Regina would think of her if she was, in fact, the true chosen one. If Logan slayed the Queen, she’d be her hero, like the protagonists in all those books and movies Regina was obsessed with.  

Logan wasn’t really into Disney, personally – fantasy wasn’t her cup of tea – but she’d watched most of the movies in the hopes of connecting with Regina about them. Dee had accompanied her, partly out of enjoyment, partly out of friendship, and partly because Regina’s twin, Rena, was also a big fan of Disney movies. In the end, their ventures had only been partially successful.

“Besides,” Nathalie added, snapping Logan out of her daydream. “They’ll be supervised the whole time, right, by Remy and Thomas?”

Christine crossed her arms. “That doesn’t exactly reassure me.”

Logan sighed. “Well, Remy doesn’t seem too serious about her job in general, which isn’t very reassuring, but she does seem rather skilled. She managed to save us from that monster possessing Mr Sanders.”

“Yeah,” Nathalie reassured. “And Thomas is a good guy. Plus, Remy’s parents were the ones who saved me all those years ago. You were there, remember?”

Christine pouted slightly. She sighed. “Yeah... I guess.”

The car pulled up just in front of the school, and Logan released her seatbelt, picking up her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder. She then leant forward, between the front two seats, and her mothers kissed her cheeks in unison. It was a practised motion, part of their daily routine.

“Love you, Lo,” Nathalie said, as Christine spoke up at the same time with:

“I love you, Logan. Have a good day at school.”

Logan climbed out of the car. “I love you, too. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” She shut the car door, stepping away and watching as her mothers drove off in the direction of Christine’s work. Nathalie would drop her off with the car, and then walk to her own place of work, which wasn’t too far from Christine’s.

A hand suddenly appeared on Logan’s shoulder, and she glanced back, immediately meeting eyes with Dee, another part of her daily routine. The two girls almost always arrived at school at the same time.

“Is your mother worried about the whole ‘chosen one’ business, as well?” Logan asked, and Dee shrugged.

“Actually, apparently mom and Remy have been friends for years,” Dee explained, and Logan raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, I know. It’s weird. Mom won’t be coming with us tonight, though. She and Emily have another date tonight.”

Logan hummed in thought. “It’s been over a year. Do you think she plans on proposing any time soon?”

Dee smiled slightly. “I hope so, I like Emily. It might be a little weird, it’ll make Virge and Anne my step-sisters, but I think I can live with that.”

“Anne’s ten, right?”

“Eleven.”

“Oh.”

There were a few moments of silence, before Dee finally spoke up again. “Hey, did you know the school thinks that class-room was vandalised, just like you said they would?”

Logan nodded, humming in thought. “Well, the window was broken and the walls and floor was covered in what appeared to be black paint, so it makes sense. We’re lucky they don’t have any security cameras.”

Dee opened her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted by Patricia appearing around the corner and bounding up to them, eyes brightening when she spotted her friends.

“Dee! Lo!” She exclaimed, pigtails bouncing as she stopped in front of them. “Hi, how are you two doing?”

“Adequate.”

“I’m doing well, how are you?”

Pat fiddled with the strings of her grey cat hoodie. “Oh, I’m great! I’m so excited for the sleepover tonight. All six of us, hanging out, eating popcorn, learning how to fight monsters. It sounds like so much fun!”

A student walking past gave the trio a weird look, adjusting his bright white shirt collar as he walked.

“We’re talking about video games,” Dee called out after him, but he seemed to just speed up to avoid them. She sighed, before turning back to Pat and Logan. “I don’t think we have any popcorn, but we’ve got a ton of ice cream we can eat, what flavours do you like?”

“All of them!” Pat exclaimed, unperturbed by the lack of popcorn. “I love ice cream.”

Logan cleared her throat. “Well, as fascinating as this topic of conversation is, I believe it would be best to discuss the ‘learning to fight monsters’ part when the rest of us are here, to avoid repetition.”

“Aw, you’re so smart, Lo!” Pat giggled. If Logan wasn’t so infatuated with Regina, and Pat so head-over-heels with Virge, she might have developed a crush on the overly-cutesy girl instead. “Are we gonna sit together at lunch today?”

Logan and Dee exchanged a look.  

“I... believe so,” Logan answered, and she was about to continue with a similar topic of conversation, when Pat interrupted with a gasp.

“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, pulling out her phone. The case was as bright as expected. “I’m gonna make a group chat for the six of us.” She glanced back up at the other two. “What should I name it?”

“Group chat,” Logan answered immediately. “Short and explicit about its purpose.”

Dee gave Logan an amused glanced, before turning back to Patricia. “What about ‘Chosen Ones’ or something like that? Or you can make an abbreviation, if you want subtlety.”

“Hmm, abbreviation.” She hummed quietly, tongue stuck out in thought. After a few second, her eyes lit up and she beamed. “How about the CATs? Chosen and Terrific! Plus, cats are terrific, just like us!” She pulled up the hood of her hoodie, pointing excitedly at the grey cat ears. It was obvious she was just making an excuse to make the group-chat cat-themed, but they allowed it.

“That works.”

Pat tapped excitedly at her phone, before Dee and Logan’s phones vibrated in unison.

“I added you two, plus Regina and Rena and Virge! That’s everyone, right?” She counted on her fingers, mouthing the numbers. “Yeah, that’s six!”

“You’re not wrong.”

There were a couple seconds of silence, and Logan checked her watch. “We should be getting to class, now. We can discuss all of this later, at lunchtime and after school.”

***

Logan stepped into the cafeteria, brow furrowed at the horrendous noise of dozens of obnoxious speaking at once. She straightened her tie as she surveyed her surroundings.

“Lo! Lo! Logan! Over here!”

She zeroed in on a table in the furthest corner of the room. Pat was stood on a chair – her girlfriend tugging her wrist, trying to get her to sit back down – her hands cupped around her mouth as she yelled to get Logan’s attention. Fortunately, most people ignored them.

Logan sighed, momentarily questioning her choice in acquaintances (friends, really, she supposed the whole ‘chosen one’ thing meant they were all friends now), before she shifted the backpack on her back and began to make her way over to the table.  

Before she was too close, however, she saw the twins exchange a few whispered words – that she assumed the others at the table couldn’t hear – before Rena suddenly stood up, moving to sit beside Dee, and leaving the only empty spot beside Regina.

Rena couldn’t possibly know about Logan’s feelings for Regina, so this was obviously so Rena and Dee could sit together – they both very clearly had feelings for each other, even Logan could see it, and she didn’t usually care about those sorts of things. Virge was sitting on Dee’s other side: they were trying to become friends again, now that they’d likely become step-sisters, and Pat was sat beside Regina.  

Logan sat down beside Regina. They exchanged a glance, before looking away in unison. Logan cursed the fact that she was likely blushing now. Dee’s light smirk confirmed it, though she, too, was blushing slightly as there was approximately zero space between her and Rena.  

“I can’t wait for the sleepover tonight,” Rena rambled on, pulling a green plastic lunchbox out of her backpack. “I’ve got, like, three bags of popcorn in my locker right now.” She pulled a dripping, disgusting-looking sandwich out of her lunchbox, taking a large bite. It looked worse than most of the cafeteria food, and that was saying something.  

Patricia gasped loudly, eyes shining. “Popcorn, I love popcorn!”

“You know what goes great with popcorn?” Rena asked rhetorically. It came out muffled due to the food in her mouth.

“Rena, please,” Regina pleaded, pulling out her own red lunchbox. “Do you have to do this every meal? You’re disgusting.”

Rena rolled her eyes. “No, you’re disgusting.” The effect was again ruined by the sandwich muffling her speech.  

Regina sighed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and Logan got a waft of her sweet-smelling shampoo. It suited her. Logan wondered if Regina’s hair was as soft as it looked.  

Virge cleared her throat, pushing her food around her tray with her fork. “Disgusting behaviour aside.” She eyed Rena, who didn’t seem offended, so she continued. “Does anyone actually know what we’re doing tonight? We’re spending, like, three hours with Remy and Mr Sanders, right? I still don’t really trust them.”

“Yes, I’ve been wondering about that, too,” Logan said, bringing out a flask of soup and a spoon, zipping her backpack shut again and putting it back under the table. Her knee hit Regina’s, and her heart skipped a beat. “My mom seems to trust them, though.”

“Mine, too,” Dee added, finally taking her eyes off of Rena and returning to her tray of food. “She and Remy are, like, ‘best friends’ or something. I’m a bit pissed she’s never told me about any of this before.”

“Huh,” Virge said. “Do you think she’s gonna tell my mom?” Dee shrugged, and Virge looked back down at her food, nose wrinkled. “I hope so, it would definitely make this easier. I'm really not sure how she’ll react to all this.”  

Pat took Virge’s free hand, squeezing it. “Your mom’s great, Sunshine, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Virge’s ears reddened at the nickname, which surprised Logan slightly, as she would have thought she would be used to her girlfriend’s pet names by now. They were rather common.  

“Hope so...” Virge muttered, frowning.

“It’s, like, so weird that you two are probably gonna be step-sisters,” Regina pointed out between apple slices, gesturing between Virge and Dee. “Didn’t you guys used to hate each other?”

Dee and Virge exchanged an awkward look, before the former turned to give Logan a slightly pleading stare. Logan cleared her throat, attempting to interrupt the awkward silence that had begun to settle over the cafeteria table.

“Well, that... uh, that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” Logan wasn’t very good at reassuring people, but she knew this was a sore spot for Dee, so she’d try her best to smooth things over. “That rivalry, of sorts, is in the past.”

Patricia perked up at the chance to end this awkwardness. “Yeah!” She changed the subject a lot smoother than Logan would have. “So, Dee, have you finished the English essay, yet? I’m totally stuck on what to write!”

Dee relaxed. “Yeah, I finished it last night.” Logan already knew that, she and Dee had had trouble sleeping the night prior, due to the... rather alarming... events of yesterday’s final period. They’d stayed on the phone for hours, doing their homework together. “I don’t think Mrs Smith’s gonna like it, though. She and I tend to have rather different morals.”

Patricia made a face. “She scowled at me and Virge in the hallway once. I think she’s homophobic.”

“I think she gave me a detention for my outfit once.” Rena piped up, having finally finished that disgusting sandwich of hers, but now beginning to bite into a lemon like an orange, not even stopping to peel it first. “It wasn’t even one of my slutty ones!”

Regina raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her sister. “Weren’t you wearing a neon green t-shirt with the word ‘slut’ across the front in bright orange?”

“Yeah, but it, like, covered everything, and I was wearing these super baggy jeans, too. I think they were dad’s; I needed to use one of his belts to keep it up.”

“I remember that.” Dee said, looking at Rena fondly. “It looked good on you.”

Rena grinned widely. “I’ll have to wear it again, then.”

Logan and Regina shared an amused look at their sister/best friend’s antics. They then glanced away, blushing. Virge and Pat then shared their own amused look, and the table’s conversation slowly trailed off into a much more casual one, about school gossip and tv shows that Logan had honestly never heard of.

***

Some time passed, and it was now the end of the school day. Logan was waiting with Virge for the rest of the group, so they could walk home with Dee.  

“So,” Virge began, breaking the silence that had settled over them. “Who do you think’s gonna be the actual chosen one? If it is one of us, that is.”

“Regina,” Logan answered immediately.

Virge raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying that just ‘cos you’ve got a crush on her, or do you actually think that?”

“I don’t-” Logan started, interrupting herself when Virge gave her a look of disbelief. She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not why I think she’ll be the chosen one. She just... seems the most into this, that’s all. She’s been wanting to go on some kind of magical adventure her whole life, so she just... seems like the right fit.”

Virge snorted. “You’re not wrong. She does seem pretty excited about all of this.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets as Dee and Pat appeared around the corner.  

Pat bounded up to them cheerfully, slipping her hand into the crook of her girlfriend’s elbow. Dee reached them a few moments later, walking at a more relaxed pace.

“So, what are we talking about?”

“Logan’s crush.”

Logan spluttered in surprise at Virge’s answer. Pat giggled, and Dee snorted.

“Aw, no need to be so embarrassed, Lo,” Pat reassured. “Regina likes you back, you should totally ask her out!”

Logan sighed. “Okay, first of all, I doubt I’m her type. And, second of all, I’ve decided to focus on my studies instead of dating.”

Dee rolled her eyes. “Logan, Rena is incredibly obvious about how much Regina likes you.”

“But that’s Rena.”

“Did someone say Rena?”

Pat almost screamed in surprise as Rena appeared out of nowhere beside her. Virge glared at her for scaring her girlfriend but Rena ignored it, smug at the chaos she’d caused. A student clad in blue and grey also jumped as he walked past, startled by Patricia. He blinked owlishly at the group, before continuing to wander in the opposite direction.

“Rena, no one likes it when you do that,” Regina said, also appearing out of nowhere, but beside Logan instead, making the girl jump and almost trip over her own feet.  

Fortunately – or unfortunately (depending on who you asked) – Regina managed to catch Logan before she fell. They remained in that position, with Regina’s arms around Logan, for a few moments, before they realised what was going on and let go of each other.

Rena snickered at their plight. “So, when are you two gonna fuck?”

There was a moment of silence as everyone digested what had just been said. Then, Regina screeched, taking off her backpack and throwing it at her sister’s head. As the twins fought, Logan just stood there, red-faced and embarrassed. Virge stepped over to her, putting her hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“Ignore her, that’s what I do.”

Dee gave Virge a look of disaproval. “Don’t be rude.” She turned to Logan. “But, yeah, just ignore her.”

Patricia shifted awkwardly – she'd seemed rather taken aback by Rena’s exclamation. “Uh, shouldn’t we be heading over to your house, Dee? We don’t wanna be late for Remy and Mr Sanders...”

That seemed to snap Regina out of it, and she stopped whacking her laughing sister with her backpack. She slid it back over her shoulder, as if the fight had never happened, and tucked a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. She checked her watch.  

“We have about half an hour, so we should start walking now,” Regina said. “I refuse to do any exercise in this outfit, so I need time to change.”

“I’m pretty sure attempted murder counts as exercise,” Rena grinned, thoroughly unphased by the events of the past few minutes. She and Logan accidentally made eye contact, and she wiggled her eyebrows at the blushing girl.

Regina punched her sister’s shoulder. “I am so sorry, Logan. I’m begging you, please ignore her. She’s not serious.”

Logan coughed awkwardly. “Uh... noted.”

And, with that, the six teenagers headed off in the direction of Dee’s house, which was a short walk away, ready to start training for the adventure that would change their lives for good.

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Black Market Wonderland (Chapter Three): The beginning is the end.

Notes:  Once again thanks so much to my friends who proof read this and to everyone who leaves feedback. I really appreciate it, it means a lot to me. I hope everyone continues to enjoy this shit show. 

Word Count:  10027

Warnings:  cursing, mentions of drinking, threats, that’s about all I can think of, if I missed something let me know. 

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“You know you’re literally trying to prove your worthless, right?” Kisaki’s snide comment brings her back to reality.

“I don’t usually have to work so hard to prove it,” she grumbles under her breath.

“Aww, don’t worry princess, we’ll find plenty of uses for you.” Baba winks again and she glares at him, despite the pleasant tone his meaning is clear. He doesn’t think she has a chance of winning this bet.

“Even Eisuke might have his work cut out for him, finding value in her,” Oh jumps on the chance to demean her, but he’s smirking instead of his usual stoic expression.

“How long ya think it’s gonna take him to win?” Kishi asks them, puffing on his cigarette.

“Eh, a few days if Koro’s lucky.”

“He might let it go on longer, if he’s looking to toy with her.”

“Hmm, she might get a week if he really wants to drag it out.”

“As much as I’d love to listen to the peanut gallery, I need to finish cleaning.” She rolls her eyes as the group of men start taking bets on her bet and leaves to clean the suites.

Most of the penthouse rooms aren’t that bad, basic cleaning and maintenance needed. It seems they’re all relatively capable of cleaning up after themselves, if nothing else. Then she steps into Kishi’s suite, she knows it’s his from the stubbed out cigarettes and overflowing ashtrays scattered through it. She ends up having to open as window as she cleans through it, it smells like a smoke bomb’s gone off in the damn place. There’s still a hint of cigarettes under air freshener scents by the time she’s finished. His room took up the rest of her shift and it’s time for her to clock out.

She takes the elevator down, at least she can spend the night in her dorm. The only ordeal left for the night is introducing Kiyo to Chisato and Sakiko. She puts her cleaning cart away and files into the locker room; Chisato and Sakiko are already changing.

“How did cleaning the penthouse go?” Chisato asks.

“Fine, nothing unusual,” Tsuneko gives a vague response and busies herself with changing.

They make idle chitchat as they all change, reconfirming where they plan to meet up at to hang out. Chisato and Sakiko finish changing before her, leaving her alone. She starts gathering her things from her locker. She’ll drop her clothes from yesterday and the tupperware off at her dorm before meeting them at the restaurant. The door opens, the sound and footsteps echo in the quiet locker room. Erika walks towards her locker, she’s in casual clothes, maybe she forgot something? The head maid notices Tsuneko and groans, before opening her locker.

There’s a tension between them, despite their usual animosity towards each other, this is different. Tsuneko’s stomach twists and knots, she wants to make this better, somehow.

“Matsuda,” she calls out.

“What do you want?” Erika whips her head around to glare at Tsuneko.

“Can we talk about this?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” She closes her locker with a clang and starts to rush towards the door, Tsuneko steps in front of her, invading her space.  

“There very clearly is.”

“Move it, Tomori, or I’ll write you up for harassment,” Erika threatens, her face is red, Tsuneko hates seeing her this angry.

“Look, I’m sorry about this whole promotion shit. You have every right to be upset, I don’t know what they’re thinking, but I’m trying to get out of it.”

“Is that suppose to make me feel better!?”

“Uh, I was hoping, at least a little.”

“I’ve dedicated five years to this hotel!”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. I don’t how to fix this other than trying to get out of it.” That makes Erika’s face fall, anger draining as she lets out a sigh.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I don’t disagree, but can you be more specific?”

“You’re seriously going to turn down a promotion because of me?”

“Well, uh, yeah.” There’s a lot more to it than that, but she can’t think of a decent lie.

“That’s stupid, holding yourself back for others, dumbass.” Erika is still red faced as she pushes past Tsuneko, leaving the locker room. She lets out a heavy sigh, not sure how to feel about how that ended.

It’s a quiet walk to her dorm, she drops her things off, tops off Kiyo’s bowl and gives him some belly scratches before she changes into some slightly nicer clothes. While as casual enough place, she’d rather show up in something nicer than the baggy shirt and shorts she usually wears for the less than five minute walk from the dorms to the hotel.

The night air feels nice against her skin, the city lights twinkling in the dark and people meandering around her. She looks up at the sky for a moment as she walks, no stars, the light pollution from the city making it impossible to see them. Living in the city is great in many respects, a large part of her loves Tokyo and it will always be a second home to her, but little things like that makes her miss Kyushu. She shakes her head and makes her way to the restaurant.

Sakiko and Chisato are already sat at a table; they wave Tsuneko over. The place she picked is a cozy inexpensive restaurant, simple wooden furniture and warm low lighting. She plops down in a chair and orders something to drink, nothing alcoholic. She’s slowly trying to learn her lesson about getting drunk around others. Not to mention, if she forgot about Kiyo in a drunken stupor, she’d never forgive herself.

“It feels so nice to just relax.” Sakiko grins and takes a sip from her cocktail.

“‘Cause you’re so serious during work, “ Tsuneko teases.

“I swear to god, if you invited us out just to nag me, I’m going to kill you.”

“You’re about as threatening as a cupcake.”

“Says the chubby cheeked munchkin.” Sakiko pinches and squishes Tsuneko’s cheeks from across the table.

“Wah er ya doin?” Tsuneko tries to ask and grabs Sakiko’s wrist, prying her hands off. Chisato is cracks up, laughing at the two of them.

“Hey, maybe some of your luck will rub off on me?”

“Will you stop with that luck bullshit?”

“You have The King and Kuroba after you, I can’t even get a boyfriend.” Sakiko sighs.

“Don’t forget Erika,” Chisato chimes in and sips from her beer.

“No one is after me!”

“Fine, whatever you say, we’ll stop teasing you, for now.” Chisato shows some measure of mercy.

“For now she says, speaking of love lives, how are things going with you and Itsuki?” She’s never met Chisato’s girlfriend herself, but she’s seen her in passing and has heard about her plenty.

“It’s been great,” Chisato beams, “she’s working tonight, but we’re going out on a date tomorrow.”

“Ugh,” Sakiko puts her head in her hands, “I’m gonna die alone while you two live happily ever after.”

“Nah, I plan on dying alone too,” Tsuneko offers.

“Not helping.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

“Wanna know who my great love is right now?” Sakiko asks, her expression still grim.

“Should I be concerned?” Tsuneko raises an eyebrow, her mind immediately jumps to the gutter, a vibe and toy filled one.

“It’s a game she’s been playing,” Chisato squashes her concerns as Sakiko pulls her phone out.

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing good,” Tsuneko admits and grins despite her flushing cheeks.

“Pervert, here look at my love.” Sakiko shows her an otome cg on her phone, a shirtless guy with what look like wolf ears, “Kazuro, he’s so gorgeous.”

“So, it’s a furry game?” Tsuneko can’t resist teasing.

“He’s a demon, it’s different,” Sakiko defends, “it’s called Monster Lovers, it’s freemium, but it doesn’t drain your wallet too much and the stories are so good.”

Their food comes and Tsuneko stuffs her face as Sakiko prattles on about the game. She’s apparently already conned Chisato into downloading it for the female love interests. And Tsuneko has to make a promise to check it out so Sakiko will take a breath, that she uses to inhale her food now that her passionate fangirling has ended.

They continue making idle conversation and eat. There’s a sense of ease to the evening, every topic is light and easy. This aspect of friendship is always easy, anything deeper makes Tsuneko squeamish, but she already knows what she needs to put some trust in these two. To maybe take the work qualifier off their roles as work friends. The two of them drink a bit through the meal, a soft flush to their cheeks, while Tsuneko sticks to sobriety. They’re not drunk, just on the verge of tipsy if she ventured to guess. Which means, she hopes, they’ll be a bit more open to accepting her fluffy noodle boy.

The meal finishes up and Tsuneko pays for them, despite being told she doesn’t have to. A part of her feels manipulative; inviting them out and being extra kind, all with the ulterior motive of making them befriend a ferret. She’s done worse things, she tries to remind herself. Kiyo is without a doubt the most worthy cause she’s ever had for doing shady things.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tsuneko tells them again, “hey, I still have some cake I got from Larme, do you guys wanna come eat some?”

“Oooh, I never turn down cake,” Sakiko agrees.

“That’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Tsuneko teases.

“I could go for some sweets,” Chisato tells her as they leave the restaurant.

The two of them walk in front of Tsuneko, the sidewalk not wide enough for all three to be side by side. It’s a small thing, but watching them chat while she trails just a bit behind reinforces how much closer they are to each other than her. She knows it’s a silly feeling and she hates how sensitive she can be, but she always seems to be so disconnected. She’s heard so much about those kind of friends who confide everything in each other, those deep bonds that don’t break. Her relationships have never been like that. Whether it’s romantic or platonic, she can’t let it get deeper than surface level. It’s like a panic alarm is set off in her head any time someone tries to get closer. The closest relationship she has is Shinobu and that’s-

“You alright there Tsuneko?” Sakiko’s chirpy voice cuts off her thoughts. They’re standing outside the dorms. Tsuneko can’t even remember the walk.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”

“You looked kinda sad,” Chisato comments.

“Nah, I was just lost in thought, don’t worry it,” Tsuneko cuts off any further questions. She’s not about to get sappy and melancholic with them. No one needs to know every sad little thought that pops into her head.

She leads them up to her dorm and unlocks the door. Kiyo’s cage is tucked away from sight when someone first comes in. She doesn’t want someone to accidentally see him when she’s leaving or entering and in this case it allows her to ease them into seeing him. Jumping right to ‘Hey, here’s my illegal ferret’ isn’t exactly a smart move.

“Sorry, my dorm’s a little messy,” she apologizes as they enter and she shuts the door behind them.

“This is messy to you?” Chisato asks, looking at the little pile of yesterday’s clothes on the floor. She was in a bit of a hurry when she dropped everything off.

“Yeah, I was in a rush.”

“This is literally one of the cleanest places I’ve ever seen and oh my god, that’s so cute,” Sakiko’s train of thought derails as she notices some of the plushies Tsuneko has on a shelf. She picks up a Cinnamoroll one and gives it a squeeze.

“He’s one of my favorite characters,” Tsuneko admits as she gets out the cake for them all, “do you guys want anything to drink?”

They ask for some coffee and Tsuneko plays hostess, getting it all together. They sit down on her kinda small cream colored couch, more of a loveseat in all honesty, and she ends up sitting on the floor. She shoves a  bite of cake in her mouth and can’t help making a noise of pleasure, the rich sweet flavor hitting her. Tsuneko is finishing up her piece when she decides it’s time to confront the elephant in the room or ferret as it may be in this case.

“Can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” They look at her expectantly.

“If I theoretically, was doing something against the hotel rules, would you report me?”

“What did you do?” Chisato asks, all humor or mirth drains from her expression.

“It’s nothing dangerous or awful, I just wanted to know.”

“It would depend on what it is,” Sakiko tells her, her eyes narrowed in concern.

“I’m just gonna have to show you, aren’t you?”

“Show us?” Chisato and Sakiko share a curious look.

“Close your eyes,” Tsuneko tells them and doesn’t step away until they do. She goes to Kiyo’s cage, he blinks a few times, he must just be waking up. He makes soft dooking noises as she takes him out and brings him close to her chest, scratching over his fur. They didn’t make any promises to keep him secret and she knows she can’t expect them too. She gives him a kiss on the head, she doesn’t want to lose him.

“What’s that sound?” Sakiko asks as Tsuneko brings Kiyo into the room. If someone isn’t use to it dooking noises can sounds weird, something between a chatter and almost clucking sound. Tsuneko puts away the dessert plates before sitting down with him in front of the coffee table.

“Open your eyes.” She can’t help the waver in her voice, worry coloring her tone.

“Oh my god,” Sakiko speaks first, her brown eyes are bright and wide.

“His name is Kiyohito, Kiyo for short,” she introduces as he excitedly wriggles in her arms. Sakiko moves to sit at the table on the floor, letting her get closer.

“He’s so cute,” she reaches out then pauses, “can I pet him?”

“He sometimes nips, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. If he gets to rough just give him a boop on the nose and he’ll stop.”

Sakiko scratches the top of his head; Kiyo sniffs and licks at her fingers. Chisato mimics Sakiko’s position shift and gets closer, she still hasn’t spoken.

“When did you get him?” Sakiko asks.

“A few days after I started working here, I know pets aren’t allowed. But, he was so cute and I-” Tsuneko stops herself, ‘was lonely’ is the rest of that sentence. Those words die in her throat. Hell will freeze before anyone hears her say something so pathetic.

“It’s not hurting anyone,” Chisato speaks up, her fingers scratching over Kiyo’s back.

“I never really got the pet rule, some guests bring pets, and as long as you care for them who cares,” Sakiko grumbles.

“So, neither of you wanna tell on me?”

“Of course not,” Sakiko answers and Chisato nods in agreement.

“Thank you both so much,” Tsuneko bows her head, “I promise if anyone ever finds out about him, I won’t tell that you both knew, I won’t let it effect either of you.”

“We know you wouldn’t,” Chisato’s hand moves from Kiyo’s head to Tsuneko’s, ruffling her hair. Tsuneko’s face flushes and she has to resist the urge to lean into the touch. Why are head pats so damn nice?

“Hey, pet the ferret, not me!” Tsuneko yells and sits ups straight, batting away Chisato’s hand. She doesn’t need her weakness for head pats exposed. Her denial must not be as smooth as she was hoping, Chisato and Sakiko laugh at her. Kiyo squirms out of her hands and plops onto the table, showing his belly. Tsuneko scratches at his tummy; he loves belly scratches.

“Is this what you were all stressed about?” Sakiko asks, joining in on scratching his soft tum.

“Well, it’s not just that, I wanted to ask you both a favor,” they look at her curiously, “if I ever cant for whatever reason, would you guys mind stopping in and taking care of him?”

“I don’t mind, ferret cuddles and I get to raid your fridge, sounds good to me.” Sakiko shrugs.

“I don’t mind either, I’m not sure what to do though,” Chisato adds.

“I’ll explain all of that, thank you both. I just, after I had to go get patched up last night, I was worried that if anything happened no one would be able to care for him. This is such a relief for me, you have no idea.”

“You really care about him, don’t you?” Chisato asks.

“I do, I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.”

“Don’t worry, all you need to do is ask and one of us will take care of him.”

Tsuneko thanks them over and over again, it’s  like a weight lifted off her shoulders. They insist she doesn’t need to be so grateful, but that just makes her feel more indebted. She’s done nothing to deserve their kindness; Sakiko and Chisato are really good people.

After the hundreth thanks, she shows them how to take care of Kiyo when she’s away. They don’t seem bothered in the slightest and play with him the entire time. He’s bouncing and flopping around, excited to have two new friends. She even shows them how to play tag, touching him and then running off for him to chase after.

The night goes easy enough, everything winding down until it’s they decide they need to go home and get some sleep for the work day tomorrow. The door shuts behind them and Tsuneko can’t help the big smile on her face as she turns to Kiyo.

“That went a thousand times better than I expected,” she scoops him up , “you did such a good job, sweetie.”

He makes a soft noise; his eyes are drifting shut and his tongue sticking out. He’s ready for sleep. She cleans his cage out, refills his water, and puts some treats in his bowl, before tucking him in his favorite hammock. She busies herself with changing into some lazy clothes, laundry and cleaning up her dorm. Once all of that is done, she’s ready to focus on the more pressing matter.

She plops on her bed and puts her phone on charge, letting her mind wander. How likely is it that Ichinomiya is going to win this bet? That’s the question she keeps coming back to. She feels pretty confident that she’ll win. As risky a move as the bet is, it’s hard for her to think of a way he could win this. She meant every word she said. The truth of the matter is she just doesn’t have any skill that could benefit him, at least nothing special to her. She’s too cautious to say she will for sure win, but she can’t see a situation in which she loses.

Now, the next question is, what is she going to do if she wins? The idea of staying at the hotel is not at all enticing. The knowledge of how dangerous it is and what her boss is like has ruined the already limited appeal of the hotel. Not to mention, there’s no guarantee that Ichinomiya won’t just fire her if he doesn’t get his way.

She was expelled from the University of Tokyo and every attempt to repeal it has gotten her no where. She’s applied to a few other prestigious universities after, but once most find out about her expulsion they end up not wanting anything to do with her. She can’t transfer her credits either since it was an expulsion. So, not only would she have to start over, but she’d also have to downgrade to a lesser school.

At the time, the thought of that was crushing. She got so discouraged after so many rejections, being a failure, she just gave up. Her dad still doesn’t know she was expelled. She hasn’t even talked to him in over a year.

Maybe, this is a good thing? Not actually a good thing, being sold to a bunch of assholes is never a good thing, but maybe it’s the kick in the ass she needed. If she can settle for cleaning rooms for a year than she can settle for studying at a shittier university. If she went to one in Kyushu, her dad would probably let her stay with him and work at his gym to help with money. That is if he doesn’t decide he’s done with her after all her lying and not even talking to him for a year.

She starts searching around for Universities around Kyushu, taking note of application deadlines. If she wins the bet, she can quit and get her life back on track. She saves a few pages of ones that have law programs that look decent. Once she’s got a few options, she decides to go grab a shower and take some painkillers for her hand.

Her night passes by normally for her. She stays up extremely late, finding things to entertain herself and looking more into schools. It’s around three in the morning when she makes it to sleep, usual for her.

Her nightmare that night isn’t as vivid, not as haunting. When she wakes up at five in the morning, she can’t even clearly remember all the details, just the feelings. A noose and a death rattle sound are the two things she remembers most. Those kinds of dreams are easier to deal with. She can usually shake them off and move on right away, the more vivid ones leave her in a panic. Maybe the painkillers helped numb it? That might be a habit to pick up, along with the alcohol.

She goes through her morning routine; getting ready, taking care of Kiyo, and taking care of everything she needs to. Everything is status quo as she goes into the Tres Spades; changes clothes, gets her work schedule, and starts her day. It’s about an hour before her lunch break and she’s finishing up a room when her pager goes off. Tsuneko fumbles to find the answer button and a harsh masculine voice comes through it.

“Penthouse, now.” It’s Oh’s voice, a deep harsh baritone. She’s not sure what’s worse, getting a five minute time limit or just a demand to be there in an instant.

She makes the journey to the penthouse. It’s odd, in some respects the journey is becoming too familiar, but in others it still seems unreal. Her fingers find the good luck charm in her pocket, she still hasn’t turned it in. The soft feel of the worn fabric has become a comfort for her through all of this. She plays with it in her pocket as she enters the lounge.

“I was paged.”

The lounge is a mess, far more than it was yesterday. Overflowing ashtrays, playing cards tossed around, poker chips scattered, and bottles of booze knocked over. She’s dealt with worse in all honesty, but compared to how neat it seemed yesterday, she’s caught off guard. Baba, Kisaki, and Kishi are all in the lounge.

“Princess!”

“Not my name.” Tsuneko starts cleaning. She was fairly confident Oh was the one who paged her, but he’s no where to be found.

“Koro, wanna play cards with us?”

“Also, not my name.”

“Awww, you’re not gonna pretend to be a good girl today?”

“I’m still doing my job, unless you have legitimate work for me to do, we really don’t need to talk.” Her tone is cold and deadpan. She only, hopefully, has to deal with these dumbasses for two weeks. It’s best not to let them get too far under her skin, as rage inducing as they are.

“Ugh, don’t be so boring.”

“Her seriousness is part of her charm.”

“Pfft, you’ll seriously hit on anything with a pulse, even a kid like her,” Kishi decides to join in.

“Flirting with dogs is a new low, even for you.”

They’re trying to get a rise out of her and she’s biting at her lip to hold back yelling at them. Kisaki seems to have some fascination with comparing her to a dog and to an old guy like Kishi, twenty-two probably does seem really young. She busies herself cleaning up their mess, not taking the bait.

“Woman!” Oh’s voice rings out, his tone patronizing and grating.

“Man!” She spins around to face him. He’s glaring daggers and she returns the favor.

“Memorize this,” he drops a heavy stack of papers into her hands, “it’s an item list for the next auction. You’ll be helping the Hatter present them.”

“You….want me to present on stage?” Her heart jumps into her throat. Sitting in that cage and  waiting helplessly as strangers bidded for the chance to hurt her. The memories come in a flash and she can’t breath. She doesn’t want to go on that stage again.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Oh’s tone makes it clear that this better not be a problem.

“Uhhh, I’m not much of a performer, I’d just ruin the auction.”

“You didn’t sign the confidentiality agreement, we need extra assurance you won’t talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, and if I work the auction I’ll be accessory to a crime. I get that, but I can just do behind the scenes stuff.”

“No, I’m not trusting you with anything that important, You have eleven days to memorize the list, speak with the Hatter in the tearoom for anything else.” With that Oh leaves the lounge and doesn’t give her another chance to weasel out of it. She glares at his retreating back

“Aww, are you shy in front of crowds, pretty lady?”

“Shut up,” she growls as she puts the stack of papers in her binder and starts to leave. The lounge is clean, she’ll take care of the suites and be done with the penthouse for the day.

“Koro,” Kisaki calls after her as she’s headed towards a suite. Him and Baba following after her, “it’s lunch time.”

“Do you need me to call room service for you?”

“No, we’re gonna take you out to eat, lovely lady.”

“I need to feed my pet, the old man is just lonely and pathetic.”

“I’m not interested,” Tsuneko brushes them off and starts to leave.

“Isn’t it almost time for your lunch break?”

“Yes and once I’m done cleaning I’ll take my lunch break in the employee cafeteria.”

“Aww, don’t worry I’d be honored to treat you, princess.” Baba slings an arm across her shoulders and starts guiding her towards the elevator. Tsuneko ducks under and jumps back just before he can get her in. He really can’t take a-

“Eep!” she yelps out as Kisaki pushes her forward into the elevator. Baba hits a button the second she’s in and the doors close with them all heading down to the ground floor. She glares at the two of them.

“Don’t be so grumpy Koro, you’re getting a treat.”

“That still not my name and all you’re doing is harassing me!”

“But you look just like the old Koro, it’s nice to finally get a new puppy,” Kisaki reaches out to pet her head and she ducks away, “you still need training though.”

“Comparing girls to dogs isn’t nice, Ota.”

“The first Koro was a good girl, new Koro should be happy.”

“Can you both just leave me alone and let me work?” Tsuneko groans as the elevator comes to a stop.

“C’mon, is lunch really going to kill you, pretty lady?”

“If I’m lucky,” despite her grumbles, she’d be lying if she said free food wasn’t enticing, “you two aren’t gonna stop until I just give in, are you?”

“Aww, she’s learning,” Kisaki teases as she follows the pair out of the elevator. She’s stuck with them for two weeks at the very least, an hour long lunch isn’t the end of the world. Painful, but tolerable. Kisaki puts on thick black framed glasses before they leave the hotel.

“What’s with the glasses?”

“It helps keep paparazzi from noticing me.”

“That sounds like bullshit, but alright.”

“Ota has to worry about being hounded by cameras all the time.”

“Gross.”

“Pfft, you’re not wrong, but it comes with the territory. They eat up the angelic artist shit.” Kisaki sneer and Tsuneko can’t help thinking how gross it must feel, pretending to be something you’re not.

“Where exactly are we going?” Tsuneko asks, she doesn’t want to start feeling bad for any of these men. It’s easier to distract herself.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take you somewhere nice, sunshine.”

“Do you just have a list of gross nicknames you run through?”

“You’re pretty face inspires me, every new nickname proof of my love.” Baba winks and her stomach churns. The word ‘love’ makes bile rise in her throat.

“I’m actually about to vomit.” She can’t stand people throwing that word around so easily and flippantly.

“I’ll just have to nurse you back to health with some tender loving care.”

“That’ll just make her sicker. Koro, come here, we can’t have you just wandering around,” Kisaki starts to reach for her hand, “you need a leash.”

“Touch my mangled excuse for a hand and I will throw you into traffic.” Tsuneko shoves her hand in her pocket. Hand holding is weird enough in a relationship and with an uninjured hand.

“I’m starting to think you need obedience school.” That comment makes her roll his eyes and they slow outside a cafe. Tsuneko goes to hold the door open, but Baba beats her to it.

She murmurs a thanks. Even if she doesn’t like him, he’s being nice. The cafe is surprisingly casual even if it is nicer than what she’d probably pick. She expected them to pick some fancy over the top place, given their status, but the cafe is relaxed and cute. Pops of pastel colors give it a soft cheery vibe that makes her want to smile despite her company. They slide into a booth, the leather a soft baby blue. The pair sits across from her and they start looking through the menu, the assortment of sweet parfaits draws her eye.  She picks out what she wants, making notes of the prices before putting it down. Baba and Kisaki might have talked about treating her, but she has no intentions of letting them pay. She’s an adult and more than capable of buying her own lunch.

“Seriously?” Kisaki raises an eyebrow at her after they order their food.

“What?”

“It’s cute she has a sweet tooth.” She ordered a big parfait with honey and bananas along with her meal, apparently this is interesting to them. She can’t help pouting, she’s not cute and she’s allowed to eat whatever the hell she wants.

“Aww, make sure you don’t get any chocolate,” their drinks our brought out and Kisaki takes a drink, “this tea isn’t bad.”

“Mmm,” Tsuneko makes a soft noise as she sips on rose soda, the sweet floral taste brings a soft smile to her face.

“Ota, instead of saying ‘not bad’ you should just say it tastes good.”

“Huh? Isn’t it the same?”

“We’re in the presence of a lady,” Baba nods towards Tsuneko, “you’ll ruin the mood.”

“There’s not going to be any mood at all since we’re here with an old guy,” Kisaki comments, she knows Baba is older, especially compared to her and Kisaki. But, Kisaki’s acting like he’s pushing fifty or something, he’s not even the oldest of the penthouse guys. That’d have to be Kishi, she figures.

“Ota, I think you meant to say ‘a very young man’.” Baba puts a hand on his face and looks down. They seem to be really good friends, not quite like Oh and Ichinomiya, but still close.

“Your age a touchy subject?” She asks between sips of her soda and sits up as their food is brought to them.

“Do you think I’m old? You know I have the heart of a twenty year old!”

“Like, in a jar or something?” Tsuneko teases before focusing on her food.

“You’re too cruel, darling.”

“Yeah, I’m the cruel one.” Tsuneko rolls her eyes and starts munching.

“Oh, your hand must be bothering you, I’ll feed you,” Baba scoops up a heaping spoonful of her parfait and hold it out to her, “say ahhh!”

“What am I a fucking infant?” Tsuneko grabs the spoon from his hand and feeds herself. She’ll be damn if she’s fed like a baby. Baba’s lucky she didn’t have time to smack him away from her food. She makes another noise of contentment; the sweet parfait flavors are so good,

“Pffft, careful she might bite you next time,” Kisaki laughs and she can’t say much given she has in fact bitten people multiple times in her life.

“I wouldn’t mind a few love bites.” Baba winks at her.

“I’m starting to think you just have a problem with that eye,” she comments before cramming more food in her mouth.

“That comes with age.”

“I’m choosing to believe that you both tease me out of love.”

“His minds starting to shut down too,” Tsuneko retorts, licking yogurt from her lips.

“It’s nice getting to relax and joke with you, lovely lady,” Baba says with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, don’t get use to it, I’ll be gone in two weeks remember.”

Baba covers his smile with a hand and holds back laughs. Kisaki doesn’t hold back and starts snickering at her.

“She actually thinks she’s going to win,” she throws a hunk of banana at his face, “hey!”

“It’s okay, it’s cute that you think that,” Baba tells her as Kisaki flicks the food off his face and she sucks honey off her thumb. She pulls back her leg and kicks Baba hard in the shin, “ah, are you trying to play footsie with me, now?”

“Ugh,” she yanks her legs back up into her seat under her, “you’re gonna make me puke.”

“Really, it looks like you’re trying to give us both a peepshow.” Kisaki points at her chest and she already knows what happened. Her lacy purple bra is showing through her uniform top, the button came undone again. Then a bit of yogurt drips from her spoon; cold and wet on her cleavage.

“Between that and how you’re eating, I’m starting to think you’re trying to seduce me, princess,” Baba says as she fixes the button and wipes the white yogurt off her skin. She’s not really sure what he means by how she was eating, but Baba would call anything she does provocative. His face looks just a little red, the cafe is a little hot, she figures.  

“I assure you, being a slob is not a seduction technique.”

“You know, wearing clothes that are too small ‘cause you don’t wanna size up, is just sad,” Kisaki says with a smirk.

“Ota! You don’t bother women about their size!” Baba scolds Kisaki. It’s not that she doesn’t want to size up, she knows she’s gained weight, but she keeps forgetting to order a new uniform. She flings another chunk of banana at him.

“Stop playing with your food, Koro.” Kisaki glares at her. They finish up their food and get the bill, Tsuneko gets her wallet out.

“Don’t worry about that princess, it’s my treat.”

“No,” Tsuneko says bluntly and puts down the money for her part of the bill.  

“A gentleman doesn’t let a lady pay,” Baba tells her.

“A ‘gentleman’,” she rolls her eyes at the word, “would respect my decision to pay for my own meal.”

“I guess old people really are more sexist,” Kisaki teases and Baba looks conflicted, his brows furrow like he’s thinking. He might not be used to doing that.

“I’m a feminist, you know I’m not sexist, right Tsuneko?”

“You did help buy me,” she drops her voice to a whisper for this, “y’know like an object.”

“That was a different situation,” Baba defends. He’s flustered and his eyes are wide. She has to press a hand to her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Well, I don’t have time to watch you struggle, I’m gonna head back to work.” She stands up and heads out the cafe, the two aren’t far behind.

They walk towards the Tres Spades, the makeshift comedy duo banter the entire time. They finally free her once they reach the lobby, the pair heading to the casino while she needs to go back and clean the penthouse suites.

“Was that Kisaki Ota?” A soft voice asks from behind her. Tsuneko turns to see Mari and Chiho, two maids who work here.

“Oh, yes, he’s one of the penthouse residents.”

“You ate lunch with penthouse guests?” Chiho asks, raising an eyebrow.

“They insisted, I paid for myself, if wasn’t anything important.” The two maid share a look at her response.

“You know a lot of girls would kill for a chance to eat with the angelic artist, right?” Chiho continues and Tsuneko fidgets with the charm in her pocket, they aren’t jealous are they?

“Sakiko’s been telling everyone how Mr. Ichinomiya must have feelings for you, but maybe it’s Kisaki?” Mari twirls a blonde curl around her finger as she talks.

“Sakiko is a dumbass, no one in the penthouse likes me like that.”

“Maybe it’s that other guy? With the fedora, I don’t know his name,” Chiho suggests, looking at Mari.

“Hmm, but he’s kinda old, I think Tsuneko would prefer a cute young guy.”

“That’s true, plus I hear he’s super sweet.”

“Shouldn’t you two be working?!” Tsuneko growls out, sick of this conversation.

“We’re going, we’re going, enjoy your time in the penthouse.” Chiho waves her off and the two go off to work. She rolls her eyes at their nonsense and ventures back up to the penthouse.

She cleans Kishi’s suite first this time, knowing full well it will take the most time. Sure enough, it’s as much of a disaster area as it was the day before. It takes her twice as long to clean his suite as it does any of the other suites. She’s sweaty and frustrated by the time she gets the last ash stain out of the carpet. He’s an old guy and he should know how to clean up after himself by now, but apparently that’s asking too much.

The rest of the suites are a breeze in comparison. She finishes cleaning up the last suite, Oh’s, when her pager buzzes. Tsuneko has finally cracked the code of where the damn answer button it.

“Lounge. Five minutes,” Ichinomiya demands and she rolls her eyes. She’s already in the penthouse, she could be there in less than a minute. He told her she was late yesterday, but he didn’t do anything. She hates when people waste her time and he seems to be the same way. Ugh, the thought they have anything in common makes her stomach churn.

She takes out her phone and decides to play on some apps. Irritating Ichinomiya makes winning a plushie in her crane app game all the more satisfying. Now might be a good time to check out the otome app that Sakiko recommended. She watches it download and plays through the intro, there’s a snake demon character who catches her eye. Six minutes pass and she’s content finally making her way to the lounge.

“You’re late.” Ichinomiya doesn’t even look up from his tablet. Oh and Kishi are both here as well.

“Happens.” She shrugs and she hears Kishi snicker while Ichinomiya glares.

“Coffee, now.”

“Would either of you like anything?”

They both tell her no and she goes to make Ichinomiya his coffee. She repeats what she did last time since he didn’t complain and seemed to like it. It seems more like milk and sugar with a hint of espresso, but given her own love of sweets she can’t truly judge. She places it down in front of him and starts to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ichinomiya questions before drinking her coffee.

“I already cleaned the lounge and suites, I’m going to finish cleaning the guest rooms.”

“No, you’re coming with me.” He puts his now empty cup down and stands up before striding out of the room. She trails behind him, confused.

“Uh, where are we going?” She asks as they step into the elevator. Surely, he hasn’t already thought up a way to win the bet. Ichinomiya doesn’t acknowledge her, continuing to work on his tablet.

“Okay,” she speaks up again, “you’ve apparently become a mute in the past five seconds.”

He looks up just to glare at her and she meets his eyes, waiting for him to say something. It’s not that hard to tell her what’s going on, she isn’t expecting the world.

“You’ll be my assistant at an event tonight,” he says with an aggravated sigh and looks back to his tablet, like talking to her is a nuisance.

“Isn’t that usually Kenzaki’s job?” She asks both out of curiosity and the need to press upon him that this task is not special to her, it doesn’t win the bet.

“I’m aware it doesn’t count for the bet,” he grins at being able to see through her, “Kenzaki has enough to worry about right now.”

“If the event isn’t until tonight, why are we going somewhere now?”

“You can’t show up in your uniform.” He looks at her like she’s stupid.

“Do I need hours to change?”

“You need clothes for the event.”

“I have clothes that can work,” she tells him. Buying clothes for one event sounds like a pain. Tsuneko still has some formal clothes from when she interned at a law firm.

“Oh and I’m sure they fit you as well as your uniform,” he stares pointedly at her chest and she fixes that damn button, not even bothering to look down, “if you can’t even manage a uniform, how can I trust you to dress yourself for an event.”

She wants to argue, but those more formal outfits are from before her weight gain. They were a little lose when she first got them, so while they might work, it’d still be a gamble. It wouldn’t exactly look good for her to show up as his assistant and have her chest popping out.

“I haven’t gotten around to ordering a size up, but I see your point,” she grumbles as the elevator comes to a stop. It’s struggle to keep up with Ichinomiya, he’s easily a foot taller than her and his legs are probably twice the length of hers. She’s practically jogging to keep up with his casual steps.

There’s a sleek black limousine in front of the Tres Spades that Ichinomiya climbs into. She follows and can’t help staring. The back of the car is more like a lounge; leather chairs more like a large couch and chilled champagne. Tsuneko sits down closet to the door and far away from Ichinomiya, taking advantage of the space. It’s uncomfortable to say the least.

To an extent working at the Tres Spades and now the penthouse has gotten her a bit more accustomed to seeing over the top extravagance. But, it still annoys her and makes her uncomfortable. Even when she was striving for a better job, something that would afford her a higher standard of living, she never wanted this kind of stuff. It’s too much. No one needs a limo and chilled champagne on stand by.

The ride is filled with an awkward tension. Ichinomiya doing work on his tablet whil she makes herself as small as possible and plays on her phone. She wins a few more plushies and gets started on snake demon’s route; his name is Tatsumi and she wants to kiss his face. There’s a few others she’s interested in, but snake man is stealing her heart.

They come to a stop and she puts her monster romance on pause to look at where they are. There’s a high end boutique, she’s heard of it and it’s pricey. She tucks her phone into her pocket and follows Ichinomiya inside. There’s several racks of clothes, lighted shoe displays, and a strong perfume scent in the store. She can feel the store trying to drain her bank account already. Online shopping is her go to with clothes in particular. She can find good deals, try them on in the leisure of her own apartment, and send back what she doesn’t need. It’s so much easier. A price tag catches her eye and she can hear her wallet crying.

Ichinomiya wastes no time and starts picking out clothes, his eyes looking between the fabric and Tsuneko. An attendant is hovering beside him as he puts clothes on her arms. He may have more experience with this stuff, but why is he picking what’s going on her body?

“You know I can pick out clothes myself, right?” She raises an eyebrow at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

“You’ll wear what I say, I can’t have you embarrassing me, remember your two options?” He reminds her of his asinine ‘yes’ or ‘okay’ line.

“Remember when I told you to fuck off?” She rolls her eyes and starts looking through clothes herself, not giving him another look. Her eyes immediately go to the darker dresses, simple and sleek would probably look best for an assistant look. She picks out a few, even though the price tags make her sad. He just looks annoyed when she comes back with her own picks.

“Go try everything on.”

“Fine,” she refuses to say ‘yes’ or ‘okay’ to him.

Tsuneko goes into the dressing room, her picks in her arms and Ichinomiya’s picks in the attendants arms. She puts all her options, there’s far too many of them, in the seat. All of them are more than she’d ever spend on clothes. She can afford a few, but it’ll mean her severely cutting her budget somewhere else. Maybe she’ll buy one for the event and return it right after? Otherwise she’ll be stuck eating nothing but rice for a couple weeks.

She decides on one of the dresses she picked, if only to irk him. It’s a dark red bodycon dress with sleeves and a modest neckline. Her work ponytail doesn’t really suit it and she takes it down. It takes her longer than she’d care to admit to pull the dress up, tight over her curves as it’s meant to be. Once it’s in place, she steps outside, showing the dress to Ichinomiya. She hates this, his eyes scan over her, like he’s taking in every detail. He’s evaluating the dress and she knows that, but it still feels disgusting and objectifying.

“Absolutely not, it’s too conservative and looks frumpy, try one of the ones I picked out, now.”

She rolls her eyes and walks back in, catching sight of herself in the mirror again. He’s not wrong, not that she’d ever tell him that, but with her curvy figure the higher up neckline looks a little frumpy. She grabs one of his picks and tugs it on. It’s more classic, black with white straps and a band around the stomach. It’s slimming despite the body-con style and shows a tasteful amount of cleavage. She sighs, it looks nice on her. He has good taste and she’s angry about it. Once she’s shown him, he gives it his approval, of course.

This impromptu fashion show continues this way; him evaluating each outfit and dress, making comments, and either approving or disapproving them. He even accepts some of her picks. She sorts them into yes and no piles as they go through this entire process. They finally get done with the last outfit.

“So, do you want me to pick one out of the yes pile or what?” She asks him and he narrows his eyes, like she just said the stupidest thing, before turning to the attendant.

“Ring up all the clothes I approved, we still need to look at shoes and accessories.”

“Wait, what,” her eyes widen, “it’s just one event, I don’t need twenty outfits.”

“Be quiet,” Ichinomiya demands, busy looking through shoes.

“I can’t afford all of this.” That earns her a disgusted look from Ichinomiya, his nose wrinkling like he’s smelled something foul.  

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m buying them for you.” He’s apparently found the shoes and accessories because he starts making a beeline for the register, pulling out a card.

“What, no,” the number on the register display makes her head spin, “I’m not letting you spend that much on me.”

“You won’t let me,” he says the word ‘let’ like it tastes foul in his mouth and glares at her, “what makes you think the power to let me do anything?”

“Hey,” Ichinomiya reaches to hand his card to the cashier and Tsuneko throws her hand up to try to stop him, “okay, but after the event or whatever, you’ll return them and get your money back, sound good?”

“Why on earth would I return them?”

“So, you don’t waste your money.”

“Don’t waste your time by thinking about it too much, I need to make sure you don’t embarrass me,.” He hands his card over, clearly annoyed.

Tsuneko feels sick seeing the total of it all, she wishes she could pay him back, but that would take forever. Plus, if she really wanted to be a stickler about it she’d also all them all twenty-million for buying her. It is because of him that she needs these clothes, so she can excuse it away as being similar to uniforms.

Store attendants follow them out of the boutique and stack the clothes in the limo, before they leave. She plays around more in Monster Lovers until they’re back at the hotel. She’s at her first love challenge when she has to tuck her phone away and starts to get the clothes bags.

“I’ll have them taken up to the penthouse.”

“Why would you have them put in the penthouse?”

“Do you ever tire of asking ridiculous questions?”

“Do you ever tire of giving terrible answers?”

“Given your catastrophically bad taste, Ota will do your hair and makeup for the event.”

“I can do my own hair and makeup,” she groans, “can’t you let me do that much? I’m trying to compromise here.”

“I don’t compromise, go to the penthouse.”

“C’mon, I-”

“When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it within five seconds,” He cuts her off and gives her a pointed look, the staff has already started taking the clothes to the penthouse. She meets his glare and stands closer, in his personal space.

“One bunny scout,” she holds up her fingers as she counts seconds in bunny scouts, “two bunny scout, three bunny scout, four bunny scout, five bunny scout, six bunny scout.” On the sixth bunny scout she finally turns to leave. Ichinomiya scoffs from behind her and follows her up to the penthouse lounge. The entire group is there, they sit up and look up at them.

“Ota, she’s going to an event with me, do her hair and makeup.”

“Awww, I get to groom Koro,” Kisaki perks up and is already heading towards his suite, “c’mon girl.”

Tsuneko tosses her head back and groans before following him. She has a headache coming on. Kisaki is laying out clothes from the bags, there was some stuff about him being involved in the fashion industry during her search on him.

“Go take a shower, I need your face and hair clean, there’s only human products though,” Kisaki tells her without even looking up from the clothes, he looks hyper-focused. Mari is right, he really is cute, but his personality is such a train wreck, “hmm, oh do you need me to wash you, koro?”

“What!?” she jolts at his suggestion and her cheeks burn, “don’t be fucking weird!”

She scurries off to his suite bathroom, it’s huge with a large bathtub and a large shower stall. The shower stall alone is probably bigger than her dorm. And entire wall is made of window glass, showing twinkling city lights. The penthouse is too high up for anyone to be able to see up into the window, but the idea of being naked in front of it still seems strange. There’s a fluffy white bathrobe, so she guess she’ll change into that.

Tsuneko doubles check that the bathroom door is locked because she doesn’t trust Kisaki as far as she could throw him. Well, she could actually probably throw him pretty far, he doesn’t look that heavy. But, her point stands that gremlins can’t be trusted. She strips down and something just feels weird. The large open unfamiliar bathroom and having such a big clear window in front of her, she feels exposed. Her body is hot, like it’s on fire, her reflections shows how bright a pink her face is. God, she’s getting flustered and bothered  by standing naked in front of a window. She needs to get laid, this is pathetic.

She hops into the shower, after removing the bandages from her hand as well,  and starts to wash. Steaming hot water relaxes her to a degree, the products are nice and luxurious, but she prefers her own if only for the familiarity of the scents. Tsuneko washes up quickly, having to stop her hands from wandering to do dirtier things a few times. She can practically hear her treasure chest of toys calling her name from under her dorm bed.

Once she’s done washing up with no funny business, to the disdain of her hormones, she dries off and puts on her underwear with the robe over it. She’s not giving Kisaki a chance to see her bra and panties on the bathroom floor. She finds the first aid kit in the bathroom and starts to redo her bandages, making them less bulky and intrusive this time. The cuts are healing well despite her still using her hand and it doesn’t hurt as much to move it. She looks at her now makeup free face, the bruises has changed from more red hues to blues and purples. Kisaki will still have to cover them up.

Steam floats out of the bathroom as she steps out back into the suite. Kisaki has chosen her outfit for the event, laid out on the bed. It one of the ones she picked, she notes with some satisfaction.

“Sit,” Kisaki gestures towards the edge of one of beds and sits down, “now give me paw.” He holds out his hand with a cheeky grin and she smack it away, earning her a glare.

“Don’t push your luck, Kisaki,” she grumbles.

“Ugh, just call me Ota, we’re basically the same age,” he tells her as he starts looking through makeup palettes.

“Doesn’t matter,” she tells him as he starts carefully dabbing on foundation. His movements are more gentle when he starts to apply over her bruises.

“That’s from the night you were sold right?”

“Uh, yeah, my face got slammed against the floor,” she murmurs, not wanting to think about that night. Every memory of it makes her stomach churn.

“Maybe we should have reported them to PETA,” he says with a shit eating grin.

“Fuck off, Gremlin.”

“Hey, who are you calling a gremlin?” He glares at her.

“You’re way more gremliny than angelic, that’s for su-eep!” Kisaki pinches the non-bruised cheek and pulls causing a twinge of pain.

“Can you just shut up and be cute?”

“Nefuh maaged to do efer of thoves,” she responds, her speech distorted by her cheek being yanked.

Kisaki lets go and gets back her makeup, he might not need to use blush on that side now. There’s something oddly intimate  about having her makeup put on by someone else. She thinks the last time that happened was her mom letting her play with lipstick when she was three or so. It involves a lot of face touching between application and him gently moving her head as needed. His amber eyes are trained on her face the entire time with an intense focus, she find herself having to look away because it’s too much. Kisaki applies a coat of lipstick before pulling away and giving her a final longer distance look.

“Next is your fur, he says before going to the bathroom and reappearing with a blow dryer and other tools.

“Are you ever going to stop with the dog bullshit?” She asks as Kisaki plugs in the blowdryer and gets behind her on the bed.

“You didn’t even let your fur dry completely, you should have just  let me give you a bath,” he answers nothing and starts blow drying her hair.

The heat is relaxing as well as the feeling of his fingers working over her scalp and through her hair. She’s reminded of all the times she’s fallen asleep during hair washes at the salon. She leans into each touch and her eyes keep wanting to drift shut. Her cheeks are warm and she chooses to blame it on the heat from the dryer. Tsuneko will never why she’s so weak to having her hair played with.

Kisaki pulls back her hair into a bun, leaving her bangs and side locks loose. He adjusts little details, before finally leaving it be.

“There you go, you have a really fluffy coat,” he says tapping the bun on the back of her head.

“I don’t have the energy to call you out, I’m going to go change.” She sighs and takes the change of clothes to the bathroom.

She freezes when she sees herself in the mirror, she understands why Ichinomiya wanted Kisaki to do her makeup. It’s not too dramatic like part of her feared, she’s never been a fan of heavy makeup looks. Soft blush eyeshadow tones, eyeliner that’s just thick enough to bring out her eyes, foundation that can cover the bruises but not hide her freckles, contour that makes her face  a little slimmer looking, and soft berry red lipstick. It’s the perfect balance of enhancing her looks without trying to change it. She could never even dream of doing a makeup job this perfect.

Tsuneko steps into the dress and pulls it up, so she won’t risk ruining her hair or makeup. She looks at it on her and pouts. It’s one she picked out and she remembers it well, but in the store she paired it with a blazer that covered up a bit more of the neckline. Kisaki hasn’t done that, or at least he only had the dress, shoes, and a necklace laid out. The top of the dress is made of white lace with a deep v neckline that goes into a black body con dress at the waist down. She has to adjust her bra a bit so it doesn’t show. She puts on the necklace, a simple gemstone on a silver chain, and the black heels.

“Can we talk about this dress, Kisaki?” She asks as she leaves the bathroom.

“Let’s go show Eisuke, he’s probably getting impatient by now.” Kisaki doesn’t wait to hear her feedback and leaves out of the suite.

She sighs and follows after him, cursing under her breath. Tsuneko hasn’t even left and she’s already eager to get this night over and done with. And entire night of waiting on Ichinomiya and being his lackey, Oh killing her starts to sound more and more like a better alternative. The hope of escaping it all in two weeks is the only thing keeping her spirits up. She has to get away from this all.

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[itbe-jess]

His Amazing Fantasies

Chapter 2

[*Monday morning, back in school*]

Peter was sitting up front in class, feeling worse than ever. Carl sat behind, kicking him in the rear. He wasn't listening to the teacher's lecture because it was hard to concentrate with this aching headache, and double vision. Peter has not yet checked in with a doctor. He had all the time he had yesterday. Maybe he was just afraid. That damn spider. He may be dying anytime soon. His queasiness started to build up, but he managed to hold it down. Until, one last hard kick from Carl, and he sprayed his desk with his own vomit. Some students laughed. Most were just disgusted. This was just as bad as the museum outing. The teacher then commanded the sick boy to head straight to the nurse's office.

Sometime later, sitting in the nurse's office, Peter thought back at the incident. Boy, they're probably never gonna let him live this down. If they don't forget this eventually, he may have to beg his aunt and uncle to transfer him to a different school. The nurse then examined the sick boy. She checked his throat and pulse, then started to ask questions to know the cause of his illness. Peter tried to explain that it was just from natural causes. She probably wouldn't believe him if he told her it was from a radioactive spider bite. Then suddenly, a sharp pain ripped through the teen's body.

The unexpected happened right there. He grew four extra arms (which one of them had grabbed the nurse by the neck), thick black hair all over his body, a set of four eyes, and a pair of huge fangs. He began to look lesser and lesser like a human, and more like a giant arachnid freak. With one of his free arms, he grabbed a mirror to take a good look at himself. Scared, he dropped the mirror. He couldn't even speak words anymore. Just some disturbing, squeaky squeals, a language he's not familiar with. Panicking, he put the nurse down, and broke through the door he came in from, rather than opening it. The kids see a giant, spider-like creature crawling its way down the hall, which drove them to run and scream. He was squealing for his life. Tears cascading from his six eyes.

Peter tried to tell everyone not to panic, and that he's under a disease he can't control, but he forgot. They can't hear him. They only hear a monster. If they can't understand him, he may never be able to explain this mess to Ben and May. He should've have checked in with a doctor when he had the chance. Peter stood still in that empty hallway, now fallen to silence. His tears continued to drop, thinking this is what his new life will be. On the spur of the moment, Peter got hit in the back of the head with something. Captain America's shield? Not only that, but some flying rope then tied all his limbs together. There was the Avengers, standing right in front of him. Ironman, Cap, Hulk, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Black Widow, Black Panther, etc. Once again forgetting he couldn't speak human words, he tried to tell them that this is all a misunderstanding. Ironman just aimed his repulsors at him.

"Good riddance, bug."

Peter woke up in shock, right off of his bed. It was just a dream. No, it was a nightmare. He's back in reality, where he only has four limbs, two eyes, no fangs, and speaking English again. And, that sleep really did the trick. He feels better. No more nausea or headaches. That's not all. He felt like he was all charged up, full of energy, like he could run a hundred yard dash. This is the feeling of being reborn. He was more than better. He felt great. Peter suddenly looks up to find his bed, and other stuff, on the ceiling. Now that's just uncanny. How did it all get up there? Unless this is another dream. WAIT, Peter thought. His stuff wasn't on the ceiling. He was. The surprise made Peter let go, and then fall onto ground with a hard thump. It hurt. But not how it's suppose to hurt. Somehow, that fall felt like it was no big deal. The pain was more bearable.

Another thing Peter noticed was that his sight was so clear. He began to feel around his face to check if he were wearing his glasses. He wasn't. And when he put on his glasses, everything became blurred. So not only has his flu healed, but his vision too. Weird. He checked the date on his phone. It's Sunday, 10:14 am. Peter apparently slept through an entire Saturday. He went down the hall and called for Ben and May. No response. Oh, he forgot. They're working. And Uncle Ben has a full-time shift now, so he might as well get used to that. On his way to the kitchen, he found a note, left by Ben himself, stuck onto the fridge.

Peter, There's some medications and soup for you to reheat, in case you're still not feeling so good. I planned to give it to you yesterday, but you were really a heavy sleeper there! No matter how hard I tried, all you did was toss and turn. Take care of yourself. Get plenty of rest. Drink lots of fluids. Sincerely, Ben. And your loving May. P.S. I wrote the note. She made the soup.

Soup, huh? It must be that nasty, oxtail and spinach soup remedy again, the one that smells like a rotting corpse. What does May even put in it? Peter decided to get dressed and head out, for he was hankering a deli sandwich. He put on his coat, grabbed his keys, and then walked out the door.

Before long, he was now outside, walking across town. It was freezing outside, considerably it was December. But Peter was too lost in his own thoughts to be bothered by the cold. All of his senses, they felt so sharpened. He could detect the barking of a dog, or a scream from a young child, despite being drowned out by all these car engines. The rattling of a soda can startled him. He could sense the presence of a few flying insects. Peter kept cautiously turning his head to any slight sound or movement. The boy could hear his own heart beat, pumping loudly in his chest. His veins were warming up, at least that's what it felt like. Peter eventually snapped out of it. It's probably just some crazy reflex.

The teenager reached into his pocket to see if he has enough on him to purchase a sub. He dropped some cents, while two quarters rolled their way across the street. Peter ran after them. They eventually stopped in the middle of a crosswalk. As Peter bent down to pick them up, some weird, little tingle started ringing in his head. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it gave him the instinct to turn his head towards a car coming right at him- Oh, sh*t!! The teen then jumped out of the way, safely onto the sidewalk. For some reason, his head was trying to warn him he was in danger. A normal pedestrian wouldn't have been so lucky. It could have something to do with that brain tingle.

He tried to go on with his day, putting the quarters in his pocket while ignoring the remaining of his cents on the other side of the street. Peter began thinking about all that has happened today. This morning, he woke up on the ceiling. A few moments ago, all of his senses grew sharper than they were before. Then this tingle in his head, rang like a radar. What is happening to him? Could this be a side effect? The more Peter thought, the more he picked up his legs. The fact that he stopped paying attention to where he was going, he recklessly, accidentally, bumped into a trio of hoodlums, and made them drop their coffees. Looks like Peter just got himself into a fight. The head hoodlum grabbed Peter by the coat, lecturing him.

"What the f*ck, little man?! Did you even think to watch where you're going?!" "I'm sorry, I-I just had something troublesome on my mind recently!" "A simple 'sorry' isn't gonna repay for our espressos! You can give a proper apology by handing over your money!" "What?" "I said, HAND OVER!"

The man began to shake Peter violently. Out of fear, he punched the guy, which wasn't intentional, on the side of the head. He punched him so hard, he basically knocked him out cold. He knocked out some tall muscle dude cold. That has never happened before. One of the remaining crew, a chunky guy, got mad after what Peter did, and started to charge at him. Instead of running, the teen put his hands up in front of his chest, as blockage. When the big guy soon came in physical touch with him, Peter pushed him back into a wall. He was not only out cold as well, but he appeared to have made a slight hole in the architecture. The last hoodlum standing, a skinny guy, didn't wanna fight him, and ran for it. That's no kitten! That's a tiger! Since when did he become this strong?

For some reason, Peter completely lost his appetite. Instead of buying that sandwich, Peter decided to head home. He had to leave sooner or later, and those goons won't stay unconscious for long. Those guys were gonna hurt him, and he was scared. But he managed to defend himself. Yesterday, he was Puny Parker. So weak, he couldn't beat an eight year old in arm wrestling. Now this. Something's happening to him, and you can bet it's not puberty.

As the boy reached home, he went to his room to think about it. He sat on his bed and thought it through. All of these changes his body is going through: What could they mean? Is he still sick? How can he? He feels powerful. He can see without his glasses now. All of his senses have gone enhanced, including this new tingly, sixth sense. He fought off those guys like he were as tough as Carl. If he's sick, then he doesn't want to get better. This is giving him superhero vibes right now. Is there more he doesn't know about? Peter stared at the wall for a brief second. Earlier, that's where he found himself hanging from. He wanted to try out a test run. He took off his shoes, leaving him in his socks, and pressed his fingers against the flat surface.

His grip against it felt sticky, but can he make it up? He decided to cross his fingers on this, and slowly scaled his own wall. He was really sticking. Peter was crawling up that wall, and now upside down on the ceiling again. At first it was scary, because Peter didn't think he'd make it, but now it seems thrilling. He's got to run more test to see how good he really has turned out to be. He went to the outside yard. First, he checked to see if there weren't any neighbors around. Now was his time. He took a few steps back, paused for a moment, then dashed. He ran faster than he usually ran. As he reached the fence, Peter took a leap over it. His heart pounded in his chest, from the sudden adrenaline. He actually did it. The boy was so proud, he did it again, and again, then with back flips, and cartwheels. But then he had to stop eventually when one of the neighbors stepped outside to water the plants.

"Hey. I... Just doing some- I forgot. See ya!"

After that, Peter decided to take his stunts to a new level. He put on some pads, kneecaps, fingerless gloves, a helmet, and strapped a pillow to his butt. Also, to keep himself from being humiliated, he covered his mouth with a bandanna. The teen then visited a downtown alley. He was soon face-to-face with a dumpster. This morning, he wiped out two hoodlums in one blow, but how strong can he really be? He placed both of his hands on the right bottom side, and slowly picked it up. It wasn't that heavy to him, surprisingly. Then, he lifted the whole thing over his shoulders. The teen laughed out of victory. He felt like Hercules. Okay, that's enough for the strength trial. Peter wanted to climb a much higher wall, because he's taking it all the way now. He took it easy for a moment, and told himself not to look down.

"You're sticking on tight, Peter. You won't fall. Don't think about falling. Don't think about falling. You got this. These sticky fingers are on your side. Trust in them."

As Peter continued to be confident in himself, he was scaling higher, and higher, and higher, until he reached the rooftop. The teen looked down for a moment. He couldn't believe he actually made it, but he wasn't ready to stop yet. He looked at the other rooftop across. If he managed to leap over that fence, maybe he can jump to that other rooftop. This may be a death wish here, but if he ever falls, he's got his sticky grip, and his pillow butt. Besides, it's not that high. The teen took a distance, inhaled and exhaled deeply, then ran at full speed. He jumped over to the other side like he was flying. His heart pounded faster. In spite of the excitement overwhelming him, that was actually fun. If he can do that, than he can pretty much do anything.

Peter leapt to another rooftop. Then another. He has never felt so alive. That's not all he did. The young lad decided to try parkour. He was running and leaping against the walls, catching attention to the people in the city. He performed flips and tricks on rooftops, even some breakdancing. He could walk across a tightrope like a professional trapeze artist. His balancing came natural, so falling won't worry him. Peter was a whole new man today. He became strong, fast, and flexible. All because of that radioactive spider. Its bite had effected his blood, giving him the super abilities of an advanced arachnid. If he knew this would happen to him, then he would've have thanked the little critter. A zero one day, and then a hero the next.

He practically owns this city now. Nothing can stop him. These powers are the next big step to becoming an Avenger. If joining their team required to have powers or skills, that's what Peter had. He's got the proportionate strength of an arachnid. The dude can crawl up walls, leap higher than an average human, possesses speed as fast as a cheetah. There's this radar in his head that detects danger. He has the keen senses of a blind man. Well, not that keen. He's also very smart, which means he could be an ideal pal to Tony Stark. Peter can make it into the Avengers. All he needs now is a costume, and a superheroy name. He could see it right now: Standing with the Avengers, accepting an award for their heroics. Peter giving autographs to fans from young to old. Crooks will run when they see him. He'd totally have late night sleepovers with Falcon, Cap, Hulk, and Natasha, bonding over pizza and video games. Super friends are better than normal friends. 

Being an Avenger would probably mean he has to cut school. No more waking up early, no more piles of boring homework, and no more Carl. Some day when the time is right, he'll reveal his identity, and show them what Puny Parker has become. Yeah, Carl King can suck on that. Also, he'd be making big money with his new career. Uncle Ben and Aunt May would never have to work again. He could pay them back for what they've done for him. Maybe they could move into the Avengers' tower. The three of them, together like a big happy family. He'll have all the time to spend with them. If there's any evil or villainy plots washing over the city, he can let someone else take his place. He doesn't have to worry. The Avengers always have things covered. Although Ben has always dreamed of his nephew becoming a scientist, maybe he'd be just as proud to see him as an Avenger. Speaking of Avengers, he should start working on a costume. And a name. Wait, with all these powers, there's at least one aspect of spider behavior he didn't develop after that bite: Webs. Well, he played with enough brawns for the day. Now to try out the brains.

Hang-ups used to bring me down A twist of faith turned it all around Now I escape to a higher ground, cuz I'm free

Frustrations are finally dead I'm free to be the me that's in my head And no one can tell me where I should be going instead

Woah, I'm finally free Yeah, I can fly City lights are shining bright I feel so high New York City, you look brand new I can see ya from a new point of view, yeah I can see ya from a new point of view

#Spider-Man #Marvel #Peter Parker #MCU #origin #fanfic #Sorry it's so short #The next one will be longer

[queenof-sweetdreams]

Rise and Shine (Lucas)

Requested by anon

5: Hangover 19: Sharing the same apartment-roommates

Idol: Lucas

Members: LucasxReader

Genre: Fluff (I guess)

 Everything was black until you were forced by a repeated pain on your head to open your eyes slowly. When you opened your eyes, the first thing that you saw and realised by your half blurred view was that you weren’t in your room. You realised that cause you had painted your room purple and the walls of this room seemed white.  You quickly sat up, blinking rapidly to clear your view before looking around nervous, scanning the room you were in. “Finally, lazy ass. It’s time to rise and shine.” A familiar voice said and you turned your eyes to look at your childhood friend sitting on the floor with his back on the wall, looking at you. His name was Lucas and you knew him since you remember yourself. He moved in your neighborhood when you were 3 and since you two were born the same year, you did everything together. Played together, went to school together, read together, did homework together, got into fights together (well Lucas always protected you when you caused trouble and he still did that even when you were wrong). You even achieved to get into the same college but on different departments, you were into the literature department and he was in fine arts.

You were glad that you were in the same city and even university as he was because, to be honest, you weren’t the best when it came to socializing and making friends and having a friend in there already was a blessing to you.  Well, until yesterday. The university’s council had organised a welcome party for all the freshmen to come and be welcomed to the town and whole place and all you remember from that night was happily drunk people dancing around and yourself taking shots while participating into a contest. God knows why you drank in the first place or how you got into that stuff, usually you never drink alcohol when you are outside. You knew that you couldn’t take up too much alcohol and that you would lose control if you drank too much, and that’s exactly what must have happened yesterday since you don’t recall anything. You couldn’t remember why you agreed going or how you ended up in Lucas’ room.   Lucas and you had moved in together to an apartment since you knew each other and you were comfortable living together and decided to share the expenses and bills. But you never slept on his bed. What happened now? 

You arched an eyebrow while looking at him before feeling your clothes too big. You looked down only to see that you were wearing one of his shirts. You gasped and immediately checked to see if you wore your underwear, praying that you didn’t do anything stupid with him while you were drunk. 

“Calm down, idiot. Nothing happened between us.” Lucas said as he walked over to you, standing beside you and waiting for you to look up at him. You sighed in relief when you saw that you were still wearing your underwear and rolled your eyes before turning your gaze up to look at him. He flicked your forehead and made the ache on your head get worse, causing you to let out a whine as you burried your head in your hands.   “you don’t remember anything, do you?” He asked as he looked down at you, both of his eyebrows raised. You just shook your head before having a weird taste in your mouth. “Get up, wash your face and come to the kitchen to have breakfast. And don’t take too long! I am starving!” He complained beore exiting his room and heading to the kitchen, preparing two cups of tea. 

It took you a moment to find the will and get up from his bed and actually do what he told you without complaining. You brushed your teeth, washed your face with cold water to wake yourself up before taking a look on your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were puffy but thank god, you didn’t have black circles under your eyes. “Pretty as always.” You complimented yourself before walking to the kitchen.

An advantage of living together with Lucas was that he was going to take care of you when you were sick or aching and do things to help you relax more. And so he did now by making tea for both of you and setting the table with a full healthy breakfast that consisted of fruit, bread, butter, honey, marmelade, small biscuits to eat with the tea and a glass of milk. Your eyes were wide open and your felt your stomach growling at the sight of this. You quickly took a seat and waited for him to come with the cups of tea.  Once he setted the cups down, he took his seat as well before talking. “drink your milk first since you need nutritions and since your tea is too hot you can have it after eating.” He said and you formally saluted him like soldiers do “Yes sir! Thank you sir!” You said in a playful tone and he couldn’t help but laugh at your silliness. You were focused on food and didn’t really care if you ate like a monster in front of Lucas. You were comfortable with him and you wouldn’t slow down for anyone, no matter how you looked. “God...eat slower, there is plenty of food in the fridge. And you might choke. Yah! I don’t want to take you to the hospital!”  He scolded you but your hunger couldn’t be stopped. After a moment or two, after satisfying the beast that lived in your stomach, you smiled sweetly at him and took a sip from your tea.

“So, tell me about yesterday since I don’t remember a thing. And explain how I got into your bed and clothes.” You spoke, eager to find out what you had done yesterday. He was spreading butter on his slice of bread while he started talking. “To begin with your great achievements, let me just say, that you should stop drooling when you are asleep.”  “Wh-what?! I dont-” You started saying but you were cut off by his glare. “Yes sir...” You mumbled and let him continue.

“Good girl. First of all, you participated in a taking shots contest but got drunk after the third shot of the alcoholic mix they gave you. And since you don’t know what you are like when you’re drunk let me inform you.” You were starting to get scared but just nodded and listened to him.

“You were running around and giggling like an idiot.” You could feel the embarassment that you would feel on Monday in class since everyone now would think that you were a childish girl. “And since you acted like an idiot, when you got tired, you came over to me, clinged on my arm and whined to take you home while I was having a conversation with a girl that I had met.” His had furrowed his eyebrows and you knew that you must have screwed up, big time.  You just smiled awkwardly, not recalling any of these actions that he mentioned so far. “And when I said no, guess what” He said, his face lighting up with, you couldn’t tell, was it happiness or just his pure evil side that would make fun of you for the rest of your life? You galped as he grinned. “You called me “Oppa”.” 

The truth was that Lucas was older than you. For nine days. NINE DAYS. You never called him that, only when you wanted him to do you a favor that bad and he forced you to say it. 

You were still in your place, staring at him before frowning and sipping your tea. “Keep talking.” You mumbled, not wanting him to get too happy from your reaction. 

Well too bad, he was already smiling widely and all you wanted to do is pinch his cheeks hard to make him regret that. “Since you turn into a noodle when you get wasted, I got you on my back and carried you home. But, dear god, for a wasted noodle, you had enough energy to pull my hair and play with it while heading home. I swear there were moments that I wanted to throw you into bin or somewhere and go home already.” He scoffed a little while saying that and you felt so happy that your drunk self tortured him. “But why was I wearing your clothes and why was I sleeping into your room? And why were you on the floor?” You asked as you arched an eyebrow and took a small biscuit, munching on it.  “Your clothes smelt alcohol and I didn’t want you to suffocate in your sleep from that awful smell. So I went to your room to find your pyjamas, but I only found stupid crop tops and your wardrobe was a mess, so I decided giving you a shirt of mine.” He answered at one of your questions and was about to answer the rest but you cut him off. “wait, wait waiiiit. So you took my clothes off, saw me only in my underwear and dressed me up in your shirt?” You trusted Lucas and you were sure that he wouldn’t do anything without you knowing or wanting it but he had few drinks too and you couldn’t be 100% sure.  He just looked at you with a confused expression before answering. “Yes? Why are you acting so strange? Wearing your underwear is like wearing your swimsuit. I don’t see you having a problem when we go to the beach together, so why are you asking weird questions now?” You were starting to blush without knowing why but even the thought of him changing your clothes made your cheeks pink. He noticed your reaction and shook his head as he answered the rest of the questions you had asked him. “And I put you in your bed but you kept crawling to my room and wanting to sleep beside me to make sure that a monster won’t come out of your wardrobe. You were so sure that a monster existed in your wardrobe that you wouldn’t leave my room. So I laid you on the one side of the bed and I curled up on the other corner.”He said before narrowing his eyes at you and you didn’t know why but you were feeling that you tortured him even at that time. “You kicked me off the bed three times and I decided to sit on the floor.”  You were soon laughing hard after hearing that but you started feeling guilty for giving him such a hard time. Deep down inside you appreciated his love and care but you weren’t going to say it out loud anytime soon. “Did you at least get any sleep?” You asked, trying to hide your laughter.  “Of course not because you kept on laying with your face in the pillow and I was afraid that you will die in your sleep from this. Also, you kept casting spells from Harry Potter in your sleep and I couldn’t miss you saying the spells wrong and dissing Draco Malfoy.” He let out a small chuckle as he finished his tea and ate his slice of bread. You tried to imagine that and giggled at the thought of it. You must have looked pretty stupid at that time.  Once you were done with your tea, Lucas got up and cleaned the table quickly, not letting you do anything since you were considered ‘sick’. But you couldn’t just sit and do nothing when he was so kind and nice to you and took a good care of you without having to do so.  You looked at him as he washed the dishes and walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him. “Oppa~ Thank you for taking care of me. I really appreciate it.” He was startled by your action and words and you found the chance to peck his cheek. It was rare for him to let you hug him or kiss his cheek without pushing you away and cringing really hard, so now you finally did those without him complaining.  It took him a moment to come back to his senses and shake you off a bit before talking. “W-w-well, go take a shower and we’ll watch “Lion King” (one of your favourite movies) when you are finished.” He said and you could feel him being both happy and nervous at the same time. You nodded happily before giving him a small squish and heading to the bathroom, hopping happily. “Thank you, oppa! You’re the best!”  You had this warm feeling inside you that made you feel weird but happy at the same time. And you didn’t want to let go of that feeling, the feeling of being treated and taken care of like a princess. Maybe you should go to parties with Lucas more often, so you can get more treatment like this. Oh well...you never know what will happen in the future.

#nct #nct u #nct u lucas #lucas #nct lucas #nct scenario #nct imagines #scenarios #imagines #kpop #kpop scenarios

[pizzamanteachings]

In My Time of Dying: The Camping Trip Flashback (Part 1)

In My Time of Dying, The Camping Trip Flashback:

Warnings: Swearing, gore, and a the description of a monster (I don’t think it’s triggering but be warned?) 

     Life had just gotten good, college was going well and you were finally on spring break, relishing in the springtime warmth that you missed oh so much. Your major was psychology and planned to work in a children’s psych ward, but you didn’t want to think of that right now, because you were in the middle of packing for a camping trip.

                                                      Present day

    It was only a week ago at some shitty dive bar when you overheard these guys talking about some trail up North in Callmyre woods, which were acres of pure forest your friend Avery and his family owned. You were originally going to go up to Moose Mountain but it was known that there were bears and coyotes up there so you and your friends didn’t want to chance it, plus your friend had a shit ton of land that no one ever went in. 

     You met Avery in middle school and he was a nice kid, now though he was a little douchey 5’11 white kid with moderate strength and a walking representation of anxiety. He was a little rough around the edges but in your heart you knew he meant well. He had always been the rich kid in school which made it hard to relate to him since your families income could be unpredictable and spread apart. One thing that always bothered you about Avery was that he hated nature and the forest. He had been lucky enough to get four thousand acres of land, but he refused to go in. You knew a little history as you eavesdropped on the pair of men, them saying it was “Native American land” and how “weird shit goes bump in the night”. You had always been skeptical about the supernatural, you know, wendigos and vampires and stuff alike, but if it was real, wouldn’t more people know about it?

------Present day------

     Now that you had all of your stuff packed and you picked up Avery, you started driving down the highway to meet your other friends Morgan and Dale who would meet you there (since legally you could only fit two people in your car). You drove a shiny black 1967 Chevy El Chamino the “mullet of cars” as you claimed. You loved this car more than most people as it was all you had left of your late Grandfather who had restored it for you and taught you a thing or two about cars.

     The trip was mostly silent, aside from the low grumble from Clint (your beloved car) and the light clinks of your talismans around your neck. Avery didn’t want to camp on his family's land, but no matter how you asked or how many times he refused to give you a straight answer. All you got was “Because I don’t want to” and “You don’t know what’s out there”. He was just trying to scare you, and you didn’t appreciate that. “What and you do?” You retorted. He didn’t answer which made the silence between you make your skin crawl and the tension gnaw at your knees and fingers, begging you to do something. Within your stomach you felt a sizzle of anger that was turned up to a low boil as he was looking out the window huffing and puffing being the spoiled brat he is. At one point you almost stopped the car to tear him a new one as he began to chew his fingernails and throw them on the floor of Clint, who he knew was your pride and joy, but you refrained from curb stomping him as you hated confrontation and new in the logical part of you brain that he was anxious, so you let it slide…barely.

     “You want to tell me why you don’t want to go camping in your woods yet?” You managed to say in a calm tone that came out breathy enough not to sound like you wanted to smack him silly until he told you.

     “You wouldn’t even believe me. No one ever does.” He said, just above a whisper, looking at you for a moment and then back at the road ahead.

     “What do you mean ‘no one ever does?’ You were the one who suggested it and then got all weird yesterday when we started packing!” The whole ‘staying calm’ thing went out of the window as you became more and more upset, because there was something you hated more than Monopoly, it was liars. He had made it out to be that it wasn’t him who suggested his family's land, which pissed you off more than anything. He was all smiles and full of giddiness a week ago, he made it seem as if he was excited but now he acts as if he would rather die than go near his land. The weird part about his family is that they don’t live on the acres upon acres of land, actually not even near it. They live fifty miles away and didn’t plan on building anything on the land. It was nice at first because like ‘yeah save nature!’ but they never let anyone on their land. No one.

     You were finally at the meeting spot and saw Morgan and Dale making out in the car which caused you to beep the horn of your car, making them jump and in turn lifted your spirits a little.

     It was early morning when you had left for the trip, leaving you and your comrades plenty of time to set up camp. You drove Clint down the worn dirt path, which made you question whether or not people came out here a lot considering the amount of “Stay out” signs littering the entrance area, which was also gated and locked with seven giant padlocks. In your head, somewhere in the back of it brought a pestering pinch that undoubtedly warned you to leave. You weren’t by any means psychic but you had some crazy intuition (which you mostly used in Clue, making you get a hustler title). You should’ve used it on Avery but you knew you couldn’t force it as it would be a biased read.  

    The nagging in your head wasn’t going away, but you kept ignoring it as you ventured on with Morgan and Dale (aka the “Love Birds”) in the truck bed area clutching all of the supplies.   

   About sixty miles into the woods (much to Avery's dismay) you stopped and turned Clint off of the path a little and began to unpack in a clearing you had pulled into. Everyone got out and off the car to stretch silently, breathing in the woodsy scent which had your nostrils flaring. The tree’s were ridiculously tall, looming high above all of you, with their barked extremities going every which way, causing some light to enter the area.

     Everyone began unpacking tents and everything, but after a while you noticed Avery sitting off to the side, staring off into the surreal scenery. It was as if he was looking for something. As his eyes roamed every inch of the Earth pills were being popped into his mouth. His anxiety must’ve been through the roof as he took the full dose (which is very unlike him as he feared of overdose). Although the rest of the crew was annoyed that he wasn’t helping no one wanted to ruin the first day here, and it is his land so you are guests (and he is a shit host). It was about nine O’clock in the morning by the time you finished setting up. After your tent was set up in the flatbed of Clint your eyes roamed around seeing where everyone was. The lovebirds were next to a few stumps, leaving Avery near the entrance of the path.   

   The campfire was set up but you all agreed on waiting till nightfall to ignite it as to save fuel, but everyone mostly hung around the area for an hour getting accustomed to the sounds and scents of the wild. With your camera ready within the hour getting ready for some badass nature pics. The only part that was stopping you was getting someone to go with you. Morgan wasn’t up for a hike (as you tended to drift off and have ADD moments) and Dale wanted to plan the hike that would take place tomorrow. All who was left was Avery and he wouldn’t leave his tent. You padded up to his make-do home and opened the flap announcing yourself with a “Ding Dong” Avery was reading, only looking up at you when you entered and refocused on his book soon after. “Can you come with me while I take some pictures?” You asked, your voice laced with excitement.  

    “(Y/N) why can’t we just stay here? It’s safer here and I don’t want to get lost.” he stated. He didn’t leave any room for argument, but you didn’t need to go with anyone. You left with a huff and began to scan which direction you should venture off in. You just walked straight ahead and looked at the greenery in awe. A part of you understood why the Callmyres didn’t want people here, as everything humans touch inevitably gets corrupted, and this was true beauty. You weren’t one for God as you have always had so many questions on why he would let stuff happen which really stressed you out, but real or not you couldn’t just imagine that all of this came out of random, so you will give God the benefit of the doubt that he exists and created true beauty. Your walk was peaceful and a good time for you to let your thoughts wander as you took some poppin’ pictures of anything and everything.   

   Your serenity was cut short though as you saw suspicious looking marks on some trees a little way up your make-do path. As you neared the tree the nagging feeling to leave the forest came back and with more strength than ever, causing you to hold your head due to the immense pain. Something just wasn’t right but you couldn’t make up what it was. You reached out to touch the marks, the depth was astounding with the clean scarring of the bark. It wasn’t fresh so you felt a little bit better, it would suck if you got killed by a bear or something, but then again you wouldn’t have to pay off student loans. There was always that.    

    Upon closer inspection of your surroundings you noticed foot marks in the ground. They were deep, meaning the thing that owned the feet was heavy. It was nothing like you’ve ever seen in your days of hunting. You hunted some pretty easy things, nothing extreme. You did your research before going in guns blazing as not to scare of the prey, but this was much bigger than any bear you’ve ever gone up against.  

    After taking many pictures of the footprints and the claw marks you were interrupted by rustling of branches high above you. Adrenaline began pumping throughout your body, your fight or flight instincts blaring like a horn in an empty city. Whatever was above you was dashing between the trees above at a remarkable speed, not slowing down in the maze of branches. You crossed off running away as the animal would surely catch up, so you instead stayed incredibly still. You took the opportunity to raise your camera and try and find the thing. The woods fell silent and no sign of the creature anywhere. Suddenly you heard Avery calling out for you in the distance, but it was behind you. You tilted your head in confusion as you remembered that camp was the way ahead, so it wouldn’t be possible for him to have flanked you without knowing.  

    “(Y/N)...(Y/N) where are you? Come on back!” He called out. Your blood ran cold as in the distance you saw something in the underbrush in the direction of the voice. You moved your camera to follow the movements of the creature, trying to pretend that you were listening out to the calls of your friend. You knew it wasn’t Avery, as he doesn’t talk like that, and he would be scolding you for going out alone, but right now you weren’t focusing on whether Avery was calling out to you or not as all you could focus on was the pale humanoid slowly approaching you. It’s head was just above the bushes in a low crouch. It’s skin was pale but ashy, you could see the creatures bones under the thin layer of skin. The pointed ears and mouth was red with teeth coming out of every direction. The wrinkles in its face resembled the wrinkles on a bulldog, upturned in the form of a bats. The eyes were soulless with a distinct hunger to them. 

     Everything about the beast screamed hunger, and the way it approached you, you guessed it didn’t want a Big Mac. You had been out for what felt like was a few hours but it wasn’t so, as the sun began to set. You could have sworn that time was being altered because when you found the tree it was nearly eleven thirty, but now it was approaching dusk. Your anxiety made you shudder viciously at your fear of the dark. There was one thing about you that if you could change you would; you hate feeling helpless. It was one thing that always got to you, and this whole situation screamed helplessness.

     You took a picture of the thing, which heard the click and retreated into the tree tops. Here and gone, like it disappeared into thin air, but it wasn’t so as for a moment you saw it’s thin stature among the contrasting green foliage. You turned around at a snails place, eyes dashing everywhere to find the creature again. You stood for many minutes, but after no sign of it you made your way back to camp, watching your footing as to not make to much noise.  

    After some time you had finally arrived at camp, paranoid of the creature lurking in the depths of the underbrush. Your friends seemed worried and came over to you and hugged your figure tightly, whispering incoherent sentences that turned into rambling about how they heard you screaming in the woods. You tilted your head in confusion, how could you have been screaming? You were silent on your walk back as to not draw attention to whatever you saw.  

    “(Y/N)! Hello? Why were you screaming, are you okay?” Dale said, looking you over for any wounds.   

   “I-I’m fine, what do you mean I was screaming?” Layers of confusion and worry danced around in your words.                                      What the fuck was happening.

#supernatural #fanfiction #spn fanfic #reader insert #(y/n)

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NCT- A Strange Fight || Gang Au- part 4

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: Series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: Picks up right where we left off in part 3 with Taeyong at Doyoung’s door. We discover some secrets that were probably much better left unknown and a mild fight breaks out that only serves one purpose- to leave you with a million questions chasing each other in your mind.

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3

“Taeyong, you should know by now, this is the wrong side of town. Where’s your boyfriend that you stole from us?” Johnny asks sharply.

“First of all, I didn’t steal him, I saved him from you monsters. Secondly, he’s much better now that he’s not with you,” Taeyong glares at Doyoung.

“He asked ‘where is he’ not ‘how is he’. And besides he’s probably bored out of his mind playing house with you. You can’t lock up his true side forever,” Doyoung growls as he leans into Taeyong.

“Whoa! We aren’t here to fight, we just want Y/N. Where is he/she? He/she is not gunna be staying with horrible people like you, god knows what you would’ve done-” Yuta worries.

Taeyong leans in to whisper in Jeno’s ear as Yuta continues to talk, “Jeno, go get him/her.”

Jeno nods firmly and steps in to grap your wrist and pulls you away from Renjun. Renjun pulls you right back and says, “No you aren’t taking him/her, he/she’s staying with me. He/she doesn’t even know you, he/she’ll be safe here with me.”

“Are you serious? You’re really gunna lie like that? Once he/she figures out the type of people your ‘friends’ are, he/she’ll be coming to us anyways so we figured we’d just make things easier,” Jeno sneers, tugging your wrist again.

“Why are you lying to yourself? You’re only doing this because it plays to your advantage. I said, Y/N will be fine with me. Sure my friends aren’t all that great but your’s aren’t any less. Y/N trusts me and unlike you, I’d never take advantage of that,” Renjun points out as he tries to pull you towards his side again.

You let go of both of their hands resolutely to give them a piece of your mind only to have Yuta grab it and says with finality, “Y/N let’s go. You’ll be staying with us.”

So Yuta pulls you away from Renjun’s security and the strange purple-silver and blue-black haired guys, you find out to be named Doyoung and Johnny, respectfully‘s shared home. He leads you to his van and you get in to take a seat willingly, but you keep looking back to see Renjun’s distressed figure. Your mind has so much going on to the point it just blanks out and you can’t really process what’s going on. You absentmindedly wave at Renjun as the van pulls away from the strange house.

Jeno puts his arm around you in a purely reassuring manner and says delicately, “Y/N, I know this all must be a lot to process right now and-”

“Jeno, I’m tired,” you say quietly as you rest your head on his chest and drift off.

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You wake up groggily on a soft bed and look around at your new surroundings in the semi-darkness. You try to figure out where you are and who’s bed you are in and the moment you do, you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door.

“Come in?” you call out in confusion.

Jeno pokes his head in softly and turns on the light, which immediately makes you squint and makes him chuckle softly. He sits down at the foot of the bed and asks, “How are you feeling?”

You just blink blankly for a few seconds before breaking down into tears suddenly. He instantly engulfs you in a comforting hug and strokes your back gently.

“Jeno.. what’s going on? I don’t understand. First it was my dad then I find out Renjun’s parents got arrested then you guys show up and I don’t know what was going on between you and Jun and why are they bad people. I just don’t understand any of it,” you sob miserably.

“It’s ok-”

“No! It’s not ok! I’m so lost, so clueless. I don’t know what to do Jeno. My dad is in fuckin jail and he’s the only family I have. Renjun is practically family too but I can’t be with him because I don’t know how his parents are in jail too. They are such nice people, I don’t understand.”

“Y/N I know you’re scared and just really confused but we will explain everything to you when you calm down a little bit. I promise you, we will take really good care of you. Yuta and Taeyong hyung have really big hearts and really want to make sure you are ok. You are in really good hands, there’s no one better than them. Now do you wanna eat something or would you like to freshen up first?”

“I think I’ll freshen up first so I can collect myself, I don’t want to be a mess in front of everyone. Thank you for everything, I’m glad I met you because I don’t think anyone would’ve done anything like this after days of just meeting me.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing much because everyone here has been through some tough times so we’ve gotten used to stuff like this. Ok, go take a shower now, I’ll go grab some spare clothes and a towel.”

“Ok,” you whisper as he gets up and leaves the room to retrieve the items he just listed.

______

“Be careful, I got some hot soup coming through!” Taeyong exclaims as he carries a pot to the table in a red apron. He sets it on a hot pot mat then he turns his attention onto you as he asks in a complete mom-like manner that made you think of your own. “Is there anything I can get for you Y/N?”

“No thank you, this is plenty,” you say politely with a smile.

“Alrighty then, let’s eat then. Dig in everyone,” Taeyong says as he claps his hands and looks over everyone with a content smile.

A comfortable chatter fills up the table as everyone’s hands reach over to grab a helping of everything. You take some of the soup Taeyong made and try it right away. “Mhh! The soup is delicious! It has just the right amount of spice and flavor!”

“My Taeyongie made it with love, it’s good isn’t it?” Yuta asks adoringly, as he holds his hand. “Aww Taeyongie you’re so good at everything, I’m fortunate to have you.”

“Aww, you’re no less babe,” Taeyong replies cutely as he leans in to kiss Yuta.

“Hey can you guys not do this at the table? You’re gunna make Y/N lose his/her appetite,” a usually smily guy named Ten exclaims.

“Haha no it’s ok. It’s kinda cute,” you chuckle.

“Ugh. You’d better just get used to it then because they do it everyday,” an annoyed brunette, Kun warns.

You just smile to yourself as you continue to eat. You didn’t want to admit it but the soup was a little better than the one Renjun’s mom used to make for you when you were a kid. Sadness fills your brain again when you thought of her, what happened to her and her husband? They were the kindest, sweetest people you’ve ever known and they felt more like your parents than your real ones. There was a hole that his parents filled in your heart when your parents went through a nasty divorce, and now you find out that these same people are rotting behind bars. You have to find out what happened to them, it doesn’t matter what they were charged with, you knew it was false. They couldn’t ever commit a crime and they’d never do it especially when they had a kid to look after, so what happened?

___

After helping to clean up, everybody gathers in the living room and offer to answer any questions you have. You sit a bit stiffly but everyone else seems to be very comfortable- Kun and Ten are causally cuddling together, Taeyong and Yuta are not-so-causally- cuddling, Haechan and Chenle fight over the remaining space on the couch, Jeno sits next to you, and the eldest member, Taeil, sits quietly beside Ten and Kun.

“Uh, I really appreciate you guys doing all this for me so my biggest question is ‘why?’ Why are you letting me stay here even though we just met?” you start off.

Yuta looks at you softly before answering, “We’ve all been through a lot in the past about taking care of people and over the years we realized what it’s like to not have anyone there for you when you’re going through all this stuff. So when we found out what happened, we quickly knew that we had to be there for you. And I understand that kid, Renjun is it? He may be your friend and you trust him a lot but the people he’s with aren’t as kind as he is. And yes we did just meet yesterday but I’d rather you stay here safe with us than to be with those people that Renjun is with.”

“What makes them bad people?”

“Well I’m sure you’ve seen those marks on your friends right? Yea, those came from the older members of that group,” Taeyong answers a bit reluctantly.

“So why don’t you do anything about it? They can’t get away with it, they can and should be arrested for doing stuff like that!”

“It’s much more complicated than that Y/N. There’s much more to it than just turning them in-” Taeil speaks out softly.

“But is that more important than people getting hurt?” you blurt.

“Y/N... it’s really not as bad as you think,” Jeno speaks out.

“Not as bad as I think? Jeno, I just saw my best friend in the worst shape I’ve ever seen him in his life and you’re trying to tell me it’s not that bad? I’m sorry, I have to go,” you say as you promptly get up and rush to the front door.

“Y/N! Wait!” Jeno shouts as he runs after you.

“Jeno, its ok let him/her go. He/she will come back, just let him/her cool down first,” Taeyong reassures.

You bolt outside and decide to call up Renjun. First call went straight to voicemail. Then you ring again and again, all to no avail. You had half of your questions answered but only Renjun could answer the other half and you needed them right now.

You sigh and sit on the front steps, just looking the night sky, letting the cool air soothe you. Golden light illuminates the steps and you hear two pairs of feet scuffle on either side of you.

“Hey Y/N,” Chenle pips up.

“Hey guys,” you say quietly.

“We got you hot cocoa-” Haechan says, handing you the cup quickly.

“And a blanket” Chenle says as he drapes the blanket around your shoulders.

“Thanks guys,” you thank with a sincere smile.

“We just wanted to come out and tell you, it’s ok to be upset and angry and stuff. We’ve all been there and we know how much this all sucks, but you are gunna be ok. These guys are something else, they’ve endured a lot especially Yuta hyung. The two of us didn’t exactly give him a warm welcome when he joined our gang but it was Taeyong hyung that went to them and brought him out. Taeyong hyung saw that there was something good in Yuta hyung so he stuck with him and helped him to change to the person he is today. When I first joined, it was just for fun. I saw a bunch of guys from our school hanging out and I wanted to be with them and it wasn’t ever supposed to be this. I never imagined that I would end up calling these losers my family but when I lost my parents to a car crash, it was Yuta hyung who was there for me. Even though I gave him a hard time, for some reason he stuck with me and made me feel like I belonged here with them, my family,” Haechan causally narrates as he fiddles with a random branch.

“I ended with them a little differently, I still got my parents but they’re never there. They never cared about who I was as a person, they only saw what they wanted. Here with them, I discovered what it meant to belong like Haechan hyung said. Ten hyung taught me how to stay true to myself and if I never had him to guide me, I would’ve been a much different person. I wouldn’t have bothered to stick to this group or care to be a good person but everyone here taught me a lot. Ok I know it may seem like we’re just rambling a lot but I guess our point is that we’re all here for you and you don’t know us that well yet but if you give us a chance, we’ll grow as a family. Shit this is hecka cheesy but Y/N I promise we’re being honest. They wouldn’t have done this for just anybody, we all see that you're someone special and we want you to a part of our family. You don’t gotta say anything right at this second but just look at how everybody cares for each other here. We want that to be you one day,” Chenle admits.

You sniffle, “Thanks guys, really I know it probably wasn’t easy to share all that. I really do appreciate you guys for seeing something in me, the way you two talk about being a family together, makes me desperately want to be a part of something like that. The only place I’ve ever really felt loved and wanted was by Renjun’s parents. That’s why this all hurts so much, my dad... he can do whatever, but Renjun’s parents, shit. What happened?”

A voice booms from behind you, “Y/N? May I talk to you?”

You turn around to see Yuta leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, “Yea, sure. Excuse me guys, thank you.”

You follow Yuta into the house where he leads you to an empty corner, “Y/N, I won’t give you a long lecture or speech or anything. I’m sure you already have enough to take in for one day, I’ll save my story for another day. I wanna quickly tell you that, you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you’d like. Don’t ever feel like you’re a burden or anything crazy like that. We all want you to feel safe here so get comfy alright? Also I wanted to tell you that, I’ll take you to visit your father tomorrow, if you’d like so you can talk to him. Lastly, I want to promise you something. I always promise something to everyone and my promise to you will be that I will find a way for Renjun, your dear friend, to be safe as well just like you. Ok that’s all, good night Y/N.”

You just smile weakly and barely whisper, “Thank you.”

Part 5

*aww what a sweet smile brb gotta fix my new cavities

*Soo no cliffhanger today, I was a bit late on posting this but tht was bc I wanted to make sure that convos came out well since this part is a very important one

*sry it got pretty sappy towards the end but i’m happy with the way it came out

*if you have any questions or need any clarifications on anything hmu and I’ll be happy to explain

#nct #nbct u #nct 127 #nct dream #moon taeil #ji hansol #seo johnny #taeyong #yuta #kun #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct series #nct scenarios #nct gang au pt4