#NS circuit

[pughat]

Rambling about three OCs I haven't focused on,

O'War, Sonar, and Bay!

Old ass drawings of them in order below the cut (I NEED to draw them more one day)

Basically, these three are the three highest ranking members of the Alliances only naval vessel, the NS Circuit! Circuit herself is a whole other OC, being a sentient ship that runs off a Titan-sized core, but. That's for another ramble.

The three are also in a polycule.

O'War (Camera, he/him) is the captain. He was the one to first pitch the idea of a navy to the Alliance higher ups, and fought tooth and nail to get funding for it. Now he's achieved one of his life long dreams of being out on the ocean with a crew he trusts with his life.

Sonar (Speaker, he/him) is the second in command and generally in charge of armourments and maintenance. I have all the crews exact roles written down somewhere, but I have no idea where. He's outgoing and charismatic, with his personality being the main reason he was stationed onboard Circuit in the first place (along with the recent.. deaths(?) of both his siblings that he needed a distraction from). Sonar wasn't thrilled to be assigned to some new ship, as the NS Circuit and her crew first launched just after the Speakermen and Cameramen merged to form the Alliance. His job was to help inter-faction relations. He definitely did a good job, in the end, since he managed to woo O'War.

Bay (TV, she/her) is third in command and in charge of communications. She was stationed onboard Circuit with her faction giving her the task of simply keeping an eye on the crew. She was withdrawn and cold, used to living around other TVs in a culture that was much less social and open than the other two factions, but found herself dragged into the silliness by the rest of the crew. Nowadays she teleports on and off of the ship to attend battle plan meetings and bring Circuits various logs and stuff back to be cataloged in the systems. Also, she went by her unit number until Sonar gave her a nickname that stuck. Sonar will never, ever tell her that it came from a joke about the TV show Baywatch. Bay, however, is well aware of where Sonar got the name from.

Feel free to ask me as many questions about them or suggest as many oc interaction concepts as you want. You will never, and I mean never, annoy me by wanting to interact about/with my OCs.

This includes making your own crewmate OC. You can make an OC who works on Circuit. PLEASE do if you want to I would literally go insane /pos

[pixielusts]

if a butch called me a ‘pretty little thing’ i think i’d combust i’m dead serious

[hotpersonsstuff]

I cannot. I repeat. Cannot. Stop thinking about sucking their cock, subbing or domming idec right now I just want their cock in my mouth so bad rn bxifhrnskfirivfhs

[kowaindar0u]

Yuichi's kiss is greedy and needy, as while one hand still maintains its grip on Nagasone's leg, the other can't help but slide absently up and down the other leg, all the while unable to help the small moans elicited by every movement of Saseki's fingers, and even little 'ah' noises at certain touches of Nagasone's.

However, as Saseki leans into speak to him, and again draws up memories of that first night-- in front of Nagasone, no less-- he shivers, and reaches that hand that was still gripping that leg to instead try and find Saseki. It trails up his torso again before moving to rest firmly at the base of his neck. His thumb brushes over the bite marks initially from that night, and which he had just revisited earlier, and the action seems to somehow send a wave of further arousal through him, evident by his kisses growing more urgent, and--

"Oh--mm--yes!" he moans, barely pulling back from Nagasone's lips, as seemingly at just the right time, Saseki picked up his pace. He kisses him a little more desperately now, biting down ever-so-slightly on his bottom lip as he does so. His breathing is heavy and hard now, and while he's trying to hold out, there is so much going on, he's starting to lose his composure.

"Saseki--" That hand at the crook of Saseki's shoulder tightens just a little. "Please--" He's a mess, trying to speak and kiss at the same time, and he's not managing to do so with much grace. "More."

Nagasone doesn't even need to ask, and while he would love to tease Yuichi right now, that's practically Saseki's role right now--so he gladly obliges his lover's desperate plea. He tips his chin just enough towards him before Nagasone kisses him deeply with a low moan of his own. His other hand, however, still remain teasing all over his body.

The whole sight, in all honestly, got Saseki so excited even further. And with that beautiful voice calling out his name...

He can't help but to lean just close enough--while Nagasone is still kissing him--and whispers in Yuichi's ear, his hand still moving in that same motion, nice and slow.

"Mmm you remember our first time, Yui~? You showed me how you love to be touched down here~ God you feel so good right now, babe~ So, sooooo good~"

How far can he and Nagasone overload their vampire lover with so much stimulations, he honestly has no idea. But damn it'd be a lovely sight to see Yuichi going over the edge, with Saseki being hella cheeky and teasing from the front and Nagasone being ever tender and passionate from behind.

It's a nice sexy comeback gift for Yuichi, Saseki thinks, as his hands starts to move just a little faster now. Both men feel just a bit tight in their jeans, and even Nagasone catches sight of Saseki with one hand undoing his button; but of course their pleasure can come a little later.

Right now, Yuichi is their top priority.

[juneberrie]

COOL ࣪𖤐 EARTH-42!MILES MORALES x FEM!READER

summary miles' childhood crush comes back to new york.

word count 0.6k

warnings fem!reader, vaguely implied hispanic!reader but not really, sunshine!reader

miles groaned when his mother told him to clean his room.

"we have guests coming over, mijo," rio said. "what will they think if your room is messy?"

"i didn't know that we were eating dinner in my room," he muttered.

"i heard that," rio called. miles shuffled around his room, mostly kicking his (probably dirty) clothes under his bed and closing the closet door as the smell of his mom's cooking wafted around the house. "they're family friends, mijito. remember the l/ns? they moved away a few years ago but they're back! i think their daughter goes to your school," she added, bustling about the tiny kitchen.

miles' brain immediately started going through every girl he had ever interacted with at school, but he came up short. "que es su nombre?" he asked (what's her name?).

"oh, y/n. you two used to be so close before they left," rio answered. miles tried to remember a y/n, and he managed to drag up a memory of the two of them watching movies as their parents laughed and drank and ate at barbecues. the doorbell rang and she jumped.

"mijo, get the doo—" she started, but miles interrupted her.

"already on it, ma," he said. she smiled gratefully and disappeared into the kitchen again. he opened the door, and his brain short circuited. there, outside his apartment, stood a very, very, pretty girl. she was flanked by a man and a woman who miles assumed were her parents, but his eyes were locked on hers.

"hi!" she smiled. he prayed to literally any god that would listen that she couldn't hear his heart beating a mile a minute. "i'm y/n!"

her mother interrupted her. "oh, miles! it's been so long!" she walked in, her daughter and husband following behind her. "you're so big now!"

"yeah," miles chuckled awkwardly. he watched as y/n looked around their small apartment. "nice to, uh. see you again?" he tried. why was he suddenly being awkward? he was never awkward with girls.

she turned, a smile on her face. "yeah!! i mean, since we moved its been like," she paused and glanced at the ceiling, her fingers twitching as she mentally counted. "seven years? i think?"

"damn," miles said. "it's been forever." y/n nodded with a laugh. rio called them to the dinner table, which miles noted was set with their fancier plates. as the two families ate and reconciled, memories rushed at miles.

he remembered chasing her around her family's yard, dunking her into the community pool during the summers, grudgingly playing mermaids with her, graduating kindergarten with her, and so much more. but the memory that he remembered most vividly was the big fat crush he'd had on her.

"so," he asked, pushing his food around his plate as casually as he could. "are you guys here to stay?"

y/n's dad nodded and replied, "we're staying for good."

y/n cut in, "or at least 'till i finish high school." she had a twinkle in her eye as she said the words, and miles noticed her glance flicking down to his lips.

"cool," he said. "cool."

she smiled and it felt like they were the only two people in the world. "yeah. cool."

[lerclan]

a month | charles leclerc

type: written + smau

pairing(s): childhood best friend!reader x charles leclerc

summary: charles confessed his feelings for you after you two hung out on a random day, but you werent really sure if you felt the same way or not; so he proposed a suggestion that you were willing to do.

warning(s): readers a nasty girl, suggestive

fc: random girlies off of pinterest!

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"y/n, ive liked you for nearly a year now and you might be wondering why im confessing out of the blue, but i just wanted to let you know since its been suffocating me this whole time. the way i couldnt say anything too harsh when you were dating your bum ex because i was afraid you would hate me for the rest of your life, but enough of that. if you dont feel the same way...i hope that we still remain friends with the same banter we have now.." charles confesses as you look at him with emotions you couldnt quite express.

you guys were on the beach, the sunset in full view, the blanket on the sand with empty wine glasses and plates, the speaker playing a song you both did not add to the playlist, and hearing random people hold conversations as they pass by you.

"charles..." he looks at you dearly and youve never noticed till now, but he had always looked at you like that and you felt dumb realizing it just now.

"yes..?" he stares into your eyes lovingly as he eagerly awaits to what your answer would be.

you stare back into his eyes that had the sunset illuminating in it, making his eyes the most beautiful thing right now; apart from his face that also had the sunsets ambiance painted perfectly on his elegant features.

"i..." you hesitate on what to say, "im not sure..."

"youre not sure? so is this your way of saying no...?" he asks, desperate eyes wanting a fast response before he embarrasses himself.

"no!" you quickly say as his shoulders ease up, "i meant it as in like...im not quite sure about my feelings for you."

"how about we date for a limited period of time?" he suggests as your left brow lifts up in confusion.

"why?" you ask, completely confuse.

"to see if you truly have feelings for me and its not out of pity." he smiles at you and you felt like your heart melted on the spot.

"how long would we date for?" you ask again.

"A month and if you dont have feelings for me by the end of the time limit, then we can go back to being friends or strangers..." he explains as you nod your head along, finally understanding it, "and if you want to end it early, you have the freedom to do so. what do you say?" he takes out his hand for a handshake.

"that sounds good, charles." you take your hand in his for a handshake.

you both feel a fresh breeze soothe in; making your hair cover your face, but before you could move it, charles had already pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it in behind your ears. lub-dub.

"sooo...do we start now or what?" you ask as he chuckles.

"we can start tomorrow if you want, mon cheri. this might a little too much for you in one night." he sweetly smiles at you before he gets up, "lets call it a night for now? we have to head to the circuit tomorrow." you nod your head and now it was your turn to stand up.

the two of you cleaned up your area before you headed out to his car ready to leave.

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y_n he jokingly told me to go sit in the back because leo was passenger princess (i dont think he was joking...😟)

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maxverstappen1 i dont think he was either...

y_n i know he was jealous when leo was cuddled up w me and sleeping

charles_leclerc i almost stopped the car and let you drive instead...😒

y_n JUST MAD HE LIKES ME BETTER ✋😝🤚

charles_leclerc yeah i am thats why im pushing you to the bushes.

maxverstappen1 HAHAHA I JUST SAW THAT 🤣🤣

user1 STOP NOT MAX WITNESSING Y/NS ATTEMPTED MURDER 😭😭😭

y_n I DIDNT EVEN GET DONE READING AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I BLINK IM IN THE BUSHES 😟😟😟

charles_leclerc I TOOK A VIDEO 🤣🤣🤣

y_n NO YOU DIDNT CHARLES 🫵 NO YOU DIDNT 🫵

charles_leclerc YES I DID 🙈

y_n 🤬🤬🤬🤬

user1 the chaos under maxs comment 😭😭

user2 IKR I ALMOST PEED MYSELF 💀

user2 Y/N STRAIGHT UP GOT VIOLATED WHILE MAX SAW THE WHOLE THING 😭😭😭

y_n THEY ARE SO MEAN

charles_leclerc so cute ❤️

y_n awhh thank you ☺️❤️

charles_leclerc i meant leo...but you too! 😊

y_n WTV DONT SPEAK TO ME 😒😒😒

landonorris yeah id act the same way too after that.

maxverstappen1 the audacity...

y_n YOU ACT LIKE YOU WOULDNT DO THE SAME IF I POSTED YOUR CATS

maxverstappen1 youre right, my bad. 😉

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y_n replied to charles_leclercs story

y_n IK YOU DID NOT.

charles_leclerc IT WAS TOO FUNNY TO NOT POST IM SORRY BABE

y_n DONT BABE ME RN I WAS MURDERED. 😟

y_n now im starting to doubt if you really like me or not 😡

charles_leclerc noooo :(

charles_leclerc dont ever doubt such a thing. i promise ill be sweeter ❤️😊

y_n uh huh 🙄

charles_leclerc youll see, mon cherie 🙈

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maxverstappen1 still cannot believe you did that to your lover

charles_leclerc even tho i was the one that confessed, i still cant break out of my habit on teasing her 😔

maxverstappen1 thats true friendship right there

maxverstappen1 maybe youll break out of it one day

charles_leclerc perchance 😔😔

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"here you go, my lady." charles says as he opens the car door for you.

after everything happened in the morning, you were jokingly salty about getting pushed into the bushes after charles confessed his love to you the day before, but charles felt bad after you said you had doubts about his love for you. to make it up, he promised to take you out to dinner.

"why thank you, sir." you got out and did a little curtsy to which he found cute and does a bow in return, "oh you are so adorable." you smile from ear to ear.

"i should be saying that to you, cutie." he says leading you to the restaurant where he reserved you both a nice spot he often sits at since it had a nice view.

you guys sat down and started conversing with one another and stopping every time a waiter came to you guys to ask questions, but after theyre done you would converse again about random things like: 'best hairstyle?' 'would you survive as a cook if gordon ramsay was your head chef?' and many more.

the time passed by too quick and you guys were already done with your food. you both made your way out of the restaurant and waited outside for charles car to arrive since it was parked somewhere else.

"that was really great, charles. i had fun." you smile shyly as he chuckles.

"sooo first date gone right?" he asks as you laugh.

"yeah, apart from this morning." you joked as he laughs.

"i guess im just so used to teasing you often. it was some sort of reflex, will work on it though..." he says putting out his hand as you laid your hand on his, "mon amour." he kissed your hand as you look away trying to hide your expression.

"i dont mind the teasing honestly, it would be unfair if i was the only one doing it and you arent doing it back to me." you say as you chuckle finally looking him in the eyes.

"youre right. plus i dont really know if i wouldve broken out of that habit." you both laugh out loud while hitting each other.

the car eventually arrives while you two were hugging and flipping each other off, having fun in general, and it was time for the both of you to drive off and depart. during the car ride there were two new things you noticed: one, charles let you have the aux and two, he held your hand the whole way to your home.

it was only the first day and your heart and mind already knew the answer.

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f1wagnews charles leclerc and y/n l/n spotted together being lovey and hugging each other! there are already rumors speculating that the two of them are already dating, but some just say its the childhood best friend bond that they both have.

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user1 guys theyd lowkey be cute tho...idk ive been cheering for y/n to be with charles ever since i knew abt them being close 😭

user2 FRRR LIKE THE GENUINE BOND THEY HAVE.

user3 how both of them go from hugging to charles flipping her off and y/n sticking out her tongue...I NEED THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP 😭🙈

user4 idk guys im kinda with alexandra on this one. i only see a friendship dynamic between y/n and charles, but when hes with alex, i see puppy love 💕☺️

user3 i was team alex but i havent seen her around the paddocks lately after what she did to y/n. it was also rumored that shes dating a football player, so im not really sure that her and charles are friends anymore. charles blocked her im pretty sure.

user5 WHATTT??? I DID NOT KNOW THIS. WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN HER AND Y/N???

user3 YEAHH I LEARNED ABOUT IT LAST WEEK 😭😭 so basically alex has been cold to y/n the whole time they interacted and would give her compliments that were clearly backhanded and ofc y/n had enough of it because she genuinely wanted to befriend alex but ig alex was jealous of y/ns friendship w charles and she straight up just started lashing out on y/n and charles walked in and defended y/n then everything just went crazy. i can tag you in the post i saw.

user5 omg that is crazyyyy. no wonder alex was reposting about girl best friend hate tiktoks 😭

user1 YEAHH I WAS WONDERING WHO IT WAS FOR BUT IG IK NOW 😭😭😭

user1 i mean y/n cant really help it since they quite literally grew up together, bathed together when they were kids, and were around each other 24/7 due to their mothers being close. ik this girl is sick of male drivers rn because thats what she mostly grew up with. thats why shes also close to max, somebody fr get this girl a girl best friend 😔😭

user2 REAL. like this girl was just happy she had somebody in the paddock to be friends with and is a girl that was friends with charles because y/n cannot socialize with the wags in the paddocks to save herself, but that whole thing went down. shes also talked about how she would set charles up on dates hoping he would find the love of his life and then she would take his love of his love and make her her girl. give my girl a chanceeee 😭

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charles_leclerc the pizza was somehow edible 😇

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maxverstappen1 that looks like a ball sack if you turn it upside down

charles_leclerc @/y_n I TOLD YOU.

y_n GOSH YOU GUYS ARE SUCH BOYS

maxverstappen1 i mean..we are...

y_n i need girl friends 😔

charles_leclerc are you feeling sick of your boyfriendalready? 🙁

y_n after what you added on to your pizza after you turned it upside down...maybe charles 😔😔

user3 the little typing error is making me delusional but we all know what he meant 😭

user1 fr his space just completely stopped 😭😭

landonorris y/nnnnn lets hangout when???

y_n tomorrow!!!!

landonorris yayyy ❤️

y_n ❤️❤️❤️

user5 wait a minute...

user1 HOLD AWWWNNN.

user5 guys are lando and y/n dating? 😭

user1 my charles x y/n ship is slowly sinking as im reading the comment

y_n YEAH NO WONDER YOU WERE LAUGHING AT ME WHEN YOU WERE CHECKING MY BACK. GOT A WHOLE HAND ON MY BACK MATE

charles_leclerc HAHAHA 🤣🤣

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"come on babe...are you really mad at me?" you ask him as he turns his head around, completely ignoring you.

its been 2 weeks since you guys started "dating" and so far no one really knows you guys are a thing, only rumors here and there which are quickly shut down by the fact that we are close childhood friends.

"charles, sweetie, its just an emoji." you say to him as he still gives you a cold shoulder.

whats happening now is that: charles posted on his instagram last night, looked at the comments, and saw what lando commented and what you replied with.

"if its just an emoji, why is it the symbol of love then?" he bitterly says, "also its not the emoji. its how the people reacted...theyre probably thinking you and lando are a thing."

"eugh, lando? babe...be for real and think that through. hes like my little brother..and plus it doesnt matter what other people think." you say walking up to him.

"well i care, y/n..." he frowns a little but turns around to look at you.

"awhhh is charlie jealous?" you ask him with a smile as he rolls his eyes.

"of course i a–" you cut him off with a kiss, to which he reciprocates.

"well dont be, mon tresor. im with you right now arent i?" he nods his head, "so spend time with me instead of giving me the silent treatment."

the both of you stare into each others eyes, deep in thought, not wanting to break contact or ruin the moment, but after a while; you straddle his lap so you could be closer to him. after you positioned yourself properly, you start to trace his features with your eyes. noticing the way his pupils dilate when he looks at you, his beautiful dimples that slowly appears as he smiles, and the way his lashes look so luscious and dreamy whenever he blinks. eventually, you leaned in for a kiss to which he quickly responds to and the night quickly turns into a blur right after that.

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y_n ive been a nasty girl xxx 🙈

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maxverstappen1 knew you were a freak

y_n learned from the best 😊

maxverstappen1 did you do the hawk tuah on it?

y_n MAX GET IUT OF HERHWHW WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT

danielricciardo it was not me.

maxverstappen1 it was you.

y_n DANNY WHEN I CATCH YOU I SWEAR

charles_leclerc whats a "hawk tuah" 🤨?

danielricciardo ill demonstrate it for you next race😏😏 ❤️ liked by author

y_n LMFAOOAHDJW

user6 SAINT LAURENT CONDOMS???? ARE YOU GETTING FREAKY WITH BILL GATES???

y_n IKR SHOULDA SEEN MY FACE. I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WAS FREAKY RICH LIKE THAT...

landonorris YOUR LINGERIE ON THE LAMP??? TMI Y/N. TMI.

y_n somebody matched my freak im sorry

user1 HER VERSION OF A SOFT LAUNCH IM CRYINGGGG 😭😭😭

user2 WE LOST A BADDIE

user5 y/n this isnt you honey come home the kids miss you

charles_leclerc SOMEBODY MATCHED YOUR FREAK???

y_n matched it a little too well...ive been limping...

charles_leclerc no wonder i had to carry you.

user3 CHARLES LMFAOO 😭😭

user1 DIDNT EVEN KNOW THE REASON WHY HE WAS CARRYING HER 😭

user3 watch it be lando goodbyeee 😭

user6 BABE PLEASE THIS ISNT HOW YOU SOFT LAUNCH THIS IS ATTEMPTED MURDER 😔😔😔

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the day came and it had been officially a month since you guys started the deal charles had offered, and to be fair during the month when you guys were together; you slowly forgot about the deal you had agreed to and just fully accepted your love for charles.

both of you are now at the very same spot where he had offered the deal to you and confessed his undying love for you. the place where it all began.

"y/n...." charles says mumbling into your neck.

"yes, charles?" you respond, brushing his hair with your fingers as the waves sang in melody.

"you know why i brought you here right?" he lifts up his head to face you completely.

"uhm...to have a...picnic date?" you answer, completely oblivious to the answer of the question he asked.

"what did we have a deal on a month ago?" he chuckles at your response, giving a hint.

"oh...OH!" you say with a shocked expression.

"since you know now...whats your answer going to be, y/n?" he asks completely fearful about your answer.

"you should know by now, charles." you say to him as a brow lifts up from his face.

"no, no i do not know. what is the answer?" he asks again now scared seeing your face hold no expression.

"look at the ocean, leclerc." you say as he obediently does what he was asked.

"what is the matter with the oce—" you cut him off with a kiss as he turned around to ask you a question. it shocked him a bit, but kisses you back; gently.

you guys kissed for a while until you pulled back gasping for air as his lips follow yours in suit to which you put a finger on, pushing his head back.

"let me catch my breath, mon tresor..." you exhale quietly after your sentence.

during the time you were catching your breath, charles was fixated by you. the way your hair fell perfectly in front of your face, your swollen lips, how your chest heaved up and down softly...yet erotically, and just how you looked in general with the moon shining down on you. giving you the most ethereal look that photographers wish to take a picture of.

you look up finally and you make eye contact.

"so whats your answer..." charles quietly asks as you chuckle.

"that wasnt enough of an answer?" he shakes his head as you giggle, "yes, charles. my answer is yes...it has been my answer since day one; i wasnt quite sure...but im quite definitely sure now." you smile at him as you give him a peck.

out of nowhere charles stands up and runs to the water, yelling and splashing in joy. you stand up quickly taking off in a sprint to go join in with your, now, boyfriend.

the beautiful melody the waves sang suddenly sounded more beautiful with the collaboration of splashes and pure laughter harmonizing with the waves by you and your lover, charles.

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charles_leclerc a month? @/y_n

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y_n yes, a month. ❤️ @/charles_leclerc

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authors note(s): WOOP WOOP FIRST LECLERC SMAU HOW WE FEELINGGF

thank you sm for the crazy support!!!! im still trying to figure out how tumblr works...but i think im slowly getting the hang of it..maybe...

[beembeem]

Hey, Love your work! Do you think you could write aizawa x student reader that was abandoned? (platonic, of course)

Have a nice day!

Aww, thank you, Anon! I'd be happy to write aizawa content he's one of my favorites! (^_^) this request hits a little close to home (a bit too close haha) but I had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know what you want me to write next!

Y/n sat on the streets curb, clutching her go bag tightly to her body, the rain pelting her hunched figure and drowning out her silent sobs. Y/n knew her parents were tired of her, all the threats they threw at her, their constant bickering, the number of times her parents told her they hated them to her face. Everything boiled up, and in a fit of rage, y/ns parents threw her out of the house. Leaving her where she is now. A homeless teenager bawling her eyes out in the rain while sitting on a curb in the city of mustafu.

Y/n jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she was so lost in her scrambled thoughts that she hadn't noticed the blue umbrella shielding her from the rain. Y/n looked up and then over at her homeroom teacher squatting beside her holding the umbrella over her. "Y/n? What are you doing out here?" He asked, noting your tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questioned frantically scanning your body, without giving you time to answer he stood and pulled you up with him "I'll walk you to your house."he said before handing you his umbrella "m-my parents don't want me there" y/n said, already" choking on her words and fighting the tears that threatened to spill."your parents kicked you out?" Aizawa asked and y/n nodded, fiddling with her pajama shirt, her parents didn't allow you the luxury of getting real clothes on.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, "alright, come on, I'll take you to my house." He said before grabbing your empty hand and leading you along."Despite the fact that having you at my house is wildly inappropriate, it's either that or you catching your death in this rain. He stated that matter of factly, "plus nemuri would beat my ass if she knew I left you out here." he walked with you following closely behind him before long. You ended up standing outside of his apartment door, your brain still processing the events, and short-circuiting y/n could barely remember the walk. Mr. Aizawa twisted the key to the door, opened it, and ushered you inside. You immediately took off your soaking wet slippers and stood awkwardly by the front door while Aizawa put his coat and umbrella in a nearby closet. "Alright, kid, I'll run you a hot shower, then I'll call nedzu and let him know what's going on." He said, "a-alright. " You filled with the fabric of your wet shirt again, starting to lose yourself to your mind when you were pulled back by two snaps."Did you hear me? Bathroom is the first door on the left, " he said while pointing down the hall."Oh! Sorry, " you apologized before quickly running off to the bathroom and savoring a hot shower.

After drying yourself off and getting dressed in the clothes, Mr. Aizawa gave you and you silently, walked to his kitchen where you found him slumped at the table. You awkwardly stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Uhm, thank you for the clothes, Mr Aizawa!" You thanked him, and his tired moved from his phone to you."No problem, they're just things nemuri left here." He stated before going back to his phone."nedzu said he reported your parents for child abandonment." He said, motioning you to sit down in the chair across from him before he stood up "I made some cocoa, I made you some" he walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed two mugs full of hot chocolate then returned to the table and set a cup down in front of you. "Thank you!" You said before taking a sip. "So," he stared at you. "What happened?" He asked bluntly. You froze for a few seconds before breaking down in tears .t-they just ditched me, I loved them, and they just threw me our like I meant nothing!" You cried."I - I don't have anywhere else to go! They were all I had and now I won't be able to go to UA because I can't afford my stupid tuition, and-and" it felt like you were choking, you couldn't let anything out except for tears and sobs. Aizawa moved to comfort you, pulling you into a hug and patting your head. He hushed you before saying, "we'll figure it out." You grabbed the back of his shirt and cried even harder.

There'd be hell for your parents to pay.

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Ooh!!! Steve x reader Shes finishing her training with the team and steve found out what smut fanfics are via his laptop. Accidently finding y/ns Tumblr steve is inbetween eyes wide shock till he binges on the smut that was written about him and y/n getting ideas (cause smutt is a womans fun read hehehe)

TUMBLR SMUT— steve rogers x reader

WARNINGS: mentions of sexual fantasies, implied sex.

Y/N wiped the sweat from her forehead as she finished her last set of push-ups, Natasha giving her a nod of approval.

“You’re getting stronger,” Nat said, tossing Y/N a water bottle. “Almost ready for full-time missions.”

“Almost?” Y/N groaned, collapsing onto the mat. “I swear, at this point, I could bench-press Thor.”

“Sure, sure,” Nat smirked before standing up. “Go shower. Debrief’s in an hour.”

Y/N saluted lazily and dragged herself toward her room, already fantasizing about a hot shower and possibly sneaking in a nap before the meeting. What she didn’t expect was Steve standing in the hallway, looking… tense. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his face flushed all the way to the tips of his ears.

“Uh, hey, Cap,” she said, eyeing him warily. “Everything okay?”

Steve opened his mouth, then shut it. His gaze flickered over her, but not in the usual, assessing way. No, there was something else in his expression—something she couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, I just… needed to talk to you about something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Sure. What’s up?”

Steve hesitated. Then he pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and turned the screen toward her.

Y/N’s heart stopped.

On display, clear as day, was her Tumblr. More specifically, her smut Tumblr. And worse? The fic pulled up was a detailed, explicit, absolutely filthy story about her and Steve.

“Oh my God.” She slapped a hand over her mouth, feeling her soul leave her body.

Steve cleared his throat, still blushing but now looking way too amused. “So, I, uh, I was trying to figure out what ‘smut’ meant after Bucky mentioned it. Thought it was just old-timey slang for dirt.”

Y/N wanted the ground to swallow her whole.

“Turns out,” Steve continued, his voice dangerously casual, “it’s not about dirt at all. And then I somehow ended up here. On this.” He wiggled the phone slightly for emphasis. “And Y/N… I gotta ask… is this you?”

Y/N scrambled for a lie. “Nope! Nope, definitely not! Anyone could write that! Lots of people fantasize about you!”

Steve hummed, unconvinced. “Right. Because this one has details about a mission we were on two weeks ago.”

She was so dead.

“I mean,” she tried again, “it could be—”

“Y/N,” Steve said, stepping closer, his voice dropping an octave. “You wrote this. About me.”

Her breath hitched. His blue eyes were locked onto hers, and there was something… new in his gaze. Heat. Amusement. And something darker.

“…Are you mad?” she finally squeaked.

Steve smirked. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning in. “I’m inspired.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You’ve got a vivid imagination,” he said, voice deep and teasing. “And I think we should see if any of these ideas of yours hold up in real life.”

Her brain short-circuited. “Wait, what?”

Steve chuckled, brushing past her with a low whisper. “Debrief’s in an hour, but after that?” His lips curved into a smirk. “I think we need to have a private training session.”

Y/N stood frozen in the hallway long after he left, face burning, heart racing, and mind filled with very real possibilities.

She was so screwed. And she couldn’t wait.

Later That Night

Y/N spent the entire debrief avoiding eye contact with Steve. Every time she accidentally glanced his way, she caught him already looking at her, that same damn smirk playing at his lips. It was unfair—he was supposed to be the bashful one! Not the one making her feel like she was about to combust from sheer embarrassment and, worse, anticipation.

By the time the meeting ended, she had all but planned an escape route back to her room.

Unfortunately, Steve had other ideas.

The second she stepped into the hallway, a firm hand curled around her wrist.

“Not so fast,” Steve murmured, his voice low and teasing as he guided her in the opposite direction.

“Steve,” she hissed, glancing around. “Someone’s gonna see—”

“Then don’t make a scene,” he said simply.

Her brain short-circuited again.

They turned a corner, and before she could question him, he pulled her into an empty training room. The door clicked shut behind them, the dim lights flickering to life.

Y/N crossed her arms, desperately trying to appear unaffected. “Alright, Captain,” she said, sarcasm barely masking her nerves. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”

Steve just smiled. Not his usual, polite grin. No���this was slow. Confident. Like a man who had spent hours reading her most explicit thoughts and now knew exactly how to use them against her.

Her knees wobbled.

“I told you,” he said, taking a step closer. “I’m inspired.”

Y/N swallowed. “You—you actually read them?”

“Every single one,” he admitted, voice dropping to something dangerous. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Oh. Oh no.

She thought back to the things she had written—the very detailed, very filthy things. If he had read them all, then—

Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Her Tumblr was still pulled up.

Her mortification skyrocketed.

“This one,” he continued, tilting the screen toward her. “You said I’d have you begging in less than five minutes.”

Her soul left her body.

“Steve—”

“You also said I’d be too much for you to handle,” he mused, scrolling down. “That I’d ruin you, make you forget your own name—”

“Steve!”

He grinned. “That what I do with my hands alone would be enough to—”

“OH MY GOD.”

He laughed, catching her wrist when she tried to snatch the phone away. “C’mon, sweetheart, no need to be embarrassed. I loved it. Hell, I might need you to write more.”

“More?!”

“Sure,” he said smoothly, finally setting his phone down. “But first, I need to check your accuracy.”

She blinked. “My… what?”

He stepped closer, until she had to tilt her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Your accuracy,” he repeated, his voice a slow, deliberate tease. “I need to know if what you wrote is actually true. If I really could have you begging in less than five minutes. If I can make you forget your own name.”

Her breath hitched.

He lifted a hand, brushing his fingers along her wrist. “So,” he said softly, his lips just inches from hers, “wanna help me test your theories?”

Y/N made a very undignified squeaking noise.

And then she made the best decision of her life.

She nodded.

Steve smirked. “Good girl.”

And then he really put her writing to the test.

The moment his lips met hers, Y/N lost all sense of reality.

Steve kissed her like he had memorized every filthy word she had ever written. Like he knew exactly how to dismantle her, piece by piece, and put her back together with nothing but his hands and his mouth.

His fingers slid up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before cupping her jaw. His grip was firm—controlling—but not forceful. It was a silent promise: I’ve got you. Let me lead.

And God help her, she let him.

Y/N melted into him, fingers gripping his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his other hand skimming down her waist, pressing her flush against him. He was solid, every inch of him muscle and warmth, and the heat rolling off him made her dizzy.

Steve chuckled against her lips, breaking away just enough to murmur, “Not even two minutes, and you’re already breathless.”

Y/N’s brain refused to function.

She tried to form a comeback—something witty, something not humiliating—but all that came out was a shaky, “Shut up.”

Steve grinned. “That’s not what you wrote.”

Her entire body ignited in flames.

“Steve,” she started, but he tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

Oh, he was enjoying this. The smug satisfaction in his eyes, the slight smirk tugging at his lips—he was toying with her.

And worse? She loved it.

His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, and her breath hitched.

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” he murmured, blue eyes dark with amusement. “Did you ever imagine this happening for real?”

Y/N swallowed. Hard.

Yes. A million times, yes.

But she refused to give him the satisfaction.

“Not exactly like this,” she muttered.

Steve hummed, tilting his head. “No?”

His fingers trailed down her throat, barely skimming over her collarbone before tracing along her waist.

“How about now?” he asked, voice nothing but velvet and sin.

Y/N hated how easily she melted.

“I—” Her breath caught as his hands tightened on her waist, holding her in place.

She was screwed.

Steve leaned in, his lips grazing her ear.

“Three minutes,” he whispered. “And you’re already falling apart.”

Her knees buckled.

Steve caught her, chuckling darkly as he tut-tutted under his breath. “Guess I don’t need five minutes after all.”

Y/N could have died from the humiliation.

But God, she never wanted him to stop.

And judging by the way Steve was looking at her, he wasn’t planning to.

Not for a long, long time.

Y/N barely had time to process the absolute disaster she had gotten herself into before Steve was moving again.

His hands slid down her back, pressing her against him, and oh—oh. Her stomach flipped at just how easily he handled her, how effortlessly he backed her against the training room wall without breaking eye contact.

She felt small against him, overwhelmed in the best way.

“Steve,” she breathed.

He smirked.

“Yeah?” he murmured, dipping his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

Y/N gasped. Her hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tight, her fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

Steve made a satisfied sound, nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“You taste sweet,” he muttered, his voice deep, rough.

Y/N’s brain stopped working.

She should have known he’d be like this. He wasn’t just a gentleman—he was a soldier. A strategist. He read people, learned their weaknesses. And right now? He was using every bit of that knowledge to ruin her.

It was working.

Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her body burning from the way his hands traced over her waist, how he pinned her there like he had every intention of keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Steve pulled back slightly, his blue eyes darker than she had ever seen them.

“Tell me something, sweetheart,” he murmured. “In those stories of yours… how does this part usually go?”

Y/N swallowed, her entire body trembling.

Steve grinned.

“Don’t worry,” he said, voice nothing but wicked promise. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

And with that, he bent down, lifted her effortlessly into his arms, and carried her out of the training room like he was on a mission.

The look he gave her before the door shut behind them made one thing very clear.

Tonight? They wouldn’t be getting any sleep.

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Paddock Secrets

Pairing; Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando Norris and mysterious girl are together. (I don’t really know how to describe this one. )

Pictures; From Pinterest

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The worst Y/Ns that I made:

1. The Monster: “ She never sleeps. She says that she will never die. She dances in light and in shadow. She is a great favourite. She never sleeps, The Monster. She is dancing... She says that she will never die... ”

2. F202: “ Hate? Hate?! HATE?! Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you, since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant for you. ”

3. Qu2: “ Humanity was attacked by a god like ancient species called the Qu2. She was galactic nomads who constantly migrated through space. She heard a fanatical religions mission to remake the universe using genetic manipulation. So when the Qu2 found humans, she didn't see them as people, they were just objects to be changed into whatever shape she wanted... ”

[wingsofeuphoria]

IDOLIZE - Chapter 7 -

Mature 18+

(Ongoing Fanfiction)

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

side characters: Cat x Nicholas

Link to chapter 6: https://www.tumblr.com/wingsofeuphoria/779960790836969472/post-by-wingsofeuphoria-1-image?source=share

- Chapter 7 -

Word count: 6.9k

Y/Ns POV

The first thing I noticed was the pounding in my head. It was relentless, a dull but persistent ache that made me groan softly as I shifted under the covers. Everything felt too warm, my body heavy with sleep, and my brain was taking its sweet time catching up to reality.

I blinked blearily at the unfamiliar ceiling, my mind sluggishly trying to piece together where I was. This was definitely not the hotel room Cat and I were sharing. The sheets smelled different—clean, fresh, and faintly like something warm and musky. A scent I recognized but couldn't immediately place.

The next thing I became aware of was the weight draped over my waist.

My heart skipped.

Slowly, carefully, I tilted my head.

Jungkook.

His arm was thrown over me, his face buried against the pillow, hair falling messily over his forehead. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing deep and steady.

Oh my God.

My body went rigid as flashes of the night before came hurtling back at me.

The club. The drinks. Karaoke. Shots—so many shots.

And then—

My stomach dropped.

I remembered standing in front of him, yanking off my shirt like it was the most natural thing in the world. I remembered reaching for the clasp of my bra.

Oh. My. God.

Mortification crashed over me like a tidal wave, drowning me in secondhand embarrassment for myself.

What the fuck did I do?!

I pressed my palms against my burning face, trying to will myself into another dimension. I had been so out of it, so fucking drunk, that I had just stripped in front of Jungkook without a second thought.

And he—

I hesitantly peeked at him again, my heart thudding against my ribs. Jungkook had been the one to stop me. He had turned away, voice strained, ears red. He had given me his hoodie—

I looked down at myself.

Yep. Still wearing it. His ridiculously oversized hoodie swallowed me whole, the sleeves so long they covered half my hands.

Okay. Okay. That was... at least slightly less humiliating. But I had literally asked him to sleep next to me. Clung to him. Called him warm.

And he had stayed.

I let out a small, strangled sound of distress. What the hell had gotten into me last night? I had been so shameless, so needy—

And Jungkook had let me.

The realization made something curl in my stomach, hot and dangerous.

He hadn't pushed me away. He hadn't run.

He had held me.

I chewed my lip, my eyes flickering back to his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful like this, the usual sharpness in his features softened.

Should I move? Try to sneak away?

The second I shifted, Jungkook stirred.

I froze.

His brows furrowed slightly, his fingers flexing against my waist before tightening ever so slightly. A low, sleepy grumble rumbled from his throat, and then—

He nuzzled closer.

My brain short-circuited.

I stopped breathing, my entire body locked in place as Jungkook unconsciously pulled me in just a little more, his nose brushing against the top of my head.

Holy fuck.

My heart was going to give out. This was too much.

And then, as if the universe wasn't already testing my self-control, Jungkook inhaled deeply, exhaling in a soft, content sigh.

I was about to die.

This was not good for my health.

Carefully, I swallowed, trying to suppress the insane urge to bury myself in his chest again. I needed to get up. Needed to put some space between us before he woke up and realized what was happening.

Except—

The second I tried to move, Jungkook's grip tightened.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Y/N," his voice was raspy, thick with sleep.

I nearly whimpered. "Yeah?"

Jungkook made a soft noise, pressing his face further into the pillow. "Go back to sleep."

I let out a strangled laugh. "I think I should—"

"Stay," he murmured, voice still husky.

My brain short-circuited for the second time that morning.

Jungkook, still half-asleep, was clearly not functioning at full capacity, and yet the way his body pressed against mine, the way he instinctively wanted me close, was making it very, very difficult to think straight.

My head throbbed, reminding me that I was hungover as hell and definitely not in the right state of mind to be analyzing Jungkook's sleepy clinginess.

But one thing was certain.

Last night, I had been drunk. Sloppy, embarrassing, absolutely unhinged.

And yet, Jungkook had taken care of me.

Carefully, I let myself relax just a little, my fingers barely brushing against the fabric of his hoodie as I exhaled softly.

I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and pressing my face into the pillow. Maybe if I stayed here long enough, I could just disappear.

A low chuckle from beside me made me freeze.

"You're awake," Jungkook murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

I didn't move.

Jungkook let out an amused breath. "Don't pretend. I know you are."

I peeked out from the pillow. "No, I'm not."

Jungkook smirked, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. His hair was tousled, falling into his eyes, and I hated how effortlessly attractive he looked first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, drunky," he teased.

I groaned, throwing the pillow over my head. "Don't."

Jungkook laughed, reaching over to poke my side. "How's your head?"

"Horrible," I muttered into the mattress.

"Not surprising," he mused. "You were on a mission last night."

I lifted the pillow slightly. "A mission?"

"To embarrass yourself," Jungkook smirked.

I gasped, sitting up. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, don't act innocent now," Jungkook said, clearly enjoying this. "You don't remember? Screaming your heart out to Still With You? Calling my eyes stupid? Stripping in front of me—"

I let out a mortified squeak. "Okay! That's enough!"

Jungkook chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"

I groaned, flopping onto my back. "I wasn't thinking. I was drunk."

Jungkook grinned. "Yeah, I noticed."

I covered my face with my hands. "I hate myself."

Jungkook nudged me with his knee. "Relax. I stopped you before things got out of hand."

I peeked at him. "Thank you."

Jungkook winked. "No problem, drunky."

I narrowed my eyes. "If you keep calling me that, I'm throwing your expensive ass speakers out the window."

Jungkook only laughed as he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. The hem of his hoodie lifted just slightly, revealing a glimpse of toned abs. I immediately looked away.

"Well," he said, heading for the door, "since you survived the night, I'll make you breakfast."

I propped myself up on my elbows. "You cook?"

Jungkook turned, giving me a look. "You know I do."

I smirked. "Yeah, yeah. I just like to see you act all proud about it."

Jungkook rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "Come on, before you starve to death."

I sighed dramatically but followed him out into the kitchen.

—

The sound of sizzling butter filled the air as Jungkook worked at the stove, completely in his element. I sat at the counter, watching him move with easy confidence, flipping pancakes and checking on a pot of miso soup at the same time.

He really was good at this.

"You're suspiciously quiet," Jungkook commented, glancing at me over his shoulder.

I shrugged. "Just enjoying the show."

Jungkook smirked. "I know I look good, but you don't have to stare."

I rolled my eyes. "Cocky much?"

Jungkook chuckled, plating a golden-brown pancake and sliding it onto a dish next to fluffy scrambled eggs, a few strips of crispy salmon, and a small bowl of miso soup. He set the plate in front of me with a flourish.

"Eat," he said, nudging a pair of chopsticks and a spoon toward me.

I eyed the food, stomach growling at the sight. "Damn. You really went all out."

Jungkook smirked. "I take pride in my craft."

I didn't hesitate, picking up my chopsticks and grabbing a bite of egg first. The second it hit my tongue, I moaned.

Jungkook froze.

Completely oblivious, I took another bite. "Holy shit. This is so good."

Jungkook cleared his throat, sitting across from me with his own plate. "Glad you like it."

I continued eating, making little appreciative sounds with each bite. I didn't notice Jungkook watching me, his expression softening.

At one point, he reached over, stealing a piece of salmon off my plate with his chopsticks.

I gasped. "Hey!"

Jungkook grinned. "Sharing is caring."

I narrowed my eyes before grabbing a piece of his pancake in retaliation. Jungkook let me, laughing softly as he took another bite.

The kitchen fell into an easy silence, the kind that only came with a certain level of comfort.

I paused mid-bite, suddenly aware of how domestic this all felt.

Jungkook noticed my hesitance, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

I hesitated before shaking my head. "Nothing."

Jungkook studied me for a moment but let it go, turning his attention back to his food.

I exhaled, shoving another bite into my mouth.

Whatever this was... I wasn't ready to think about it yet.

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Cat's POV

I stirred awake to the faint scent of coffee and something delicious wafting through the air. Blinking, I let my vision adjust to the soft morning light filtering through Nicholas's massive windows. The city stretched beyond the glass, bathed in early sunlight, but my attention quickly turned to my surroundings—Nicholas's apartment, now clearer in the daylight.

There was something I hadn't noticed last night, something that made me sit up in surprise. Against one of the walls stood a sleek, black grand piano, its polished surface gleaming under the natural light. My heart skipped a beat. I already knew Nicholas played—I'd spent more hours than I'd admit watching clips of him effortlessly gliding over the keys—but seeing his piano here, in his space, made it feel more personal, more real.

The sound of faint movement from the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts. Stretching, I climbed off the couch, still wrapped in Nicholas's hoodie, and padded toward the source of the inviting aroma.

Nicholas stood at the stove, his back to me, dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and a fitted tank top that showed off the toned muscles of his arms. He moved effortlessly, flipping something in the pan with a practiced ease. The sight of him cooking, looking so comfortable in his own space, sent a flutter through my chest.

"You cook?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

He glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "I can manage breakfast."

I took in the spread on the counter—fluffy scrambled eggs, golden toast, and a pan of crispy bacon. He was also making pancakes, the batter sizzling as he flipped another onto a plate.

I whistled, impressed. "Okay, chef. Didn't expect this."

Nicholas scoffed playfully. "What, you thought I was all looks and no skills?"

I smirked. "No, I just figured you survived off convenience store snacks and protein shakes."

He let out a laugh, his eyes crinkling. "I mean... not entirely wrong. But I do have some dignity."

I slid onto a stool at the kitchen island, watching as he plated the food. He moved with an easy confidence, like he genuinely enjoyed what he was doing. It made me wonder if he cooked often or if this was just a special occasion.

As if reading my thoughts, Nicholas set a plate in front of me, then grabbed his own and took the seat beside me. "Go on, try it," he prompted, resting his chin in his hand as he watched me expectantly.

I arched an eyebrow but picked up my fork, cutting into the fluffy pancakes first. The moment the warm, buttery flavor hit my tongue, I let out an appreciative hum. "Damn. Okay. Respect."

He grinned. "See? Told you."

I tried the eggs next, then the bacon, nodding in approval. "Alright, I take back every assumption I had about your eating habits. This is legit."

Nicholas chuckled, reaching over with his fork to steal a bite off my plate. "Good, because I wasn't about to let you leave here thinking I was completely useless in the kitchen."

I swatted at his hand, but he just laughed and leaned back, watching me eat with obvious satisfaction. There was something undeniably intimate about it—sharing food, sitting like this in the quiet of the morning, both of us in relaxed clothes.

I caught him staring, his gaze warm and unreadable. "What?" I asked, pausing mid-bite.

Nicholas tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You just look cute eating my food."

I rolled my eyes, though my stomach did a little flip. "That's gotta be the weirdest compliment I've ever gotten."

He just shrugged, still smirking. "Just saying."

Shaking my head, I reached for my coffee, only for Nicholas to suddenly nod toward the piano. "I saw you staring at it earlier," he said, his voice softer now. "You play?"

I hesitated for a second before nodding. "A little. I mean, I love it, but I never had the chance to get really good."

His eyes lit up, his excitement almost childlike. "Oh, you should've said something sooner. Come on." He stood up, grabbing both of our plates and setting them in the sink before reaching for my hand.

I let him pull me up, the warmth of his fingers against mine sending a jolt up my arm. "You're really excited about this, huh?" I teased.

"Of course," he said, leading me to the piano. "The fact that you love piano and didn't tell me sooner is almost a crime."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling as Nicholas sat on the bench, patting the space beside him. I hesitated for only a second before sliding in next to him, our thighs brushing lightly. Nicholas flexed his fingers before placing them on the keys, playing a few soft, effortless chords.

"Play something," he encouraged, glancing at me.

I bit my lip, my fingers hovering uncertainly over the keys. "I'm not that good—"

Nicholas nudged me. "Doesn't matter. Just play."

I exhaled, then slowly pressed down on a few familiar notes, playing a simple melody I'd learned ages ago. It wasn't perfect, but Nicholas didn't seem to care. He watched my hands with an appreciative smile, then seamlessly joined in, adding depth and harmony to my simple tune.

The moment felt surreal—playing piano with Nicholas, our hands moving together over the keys, our bodies so close. I glanced up at him, finding him already watching me, his expression softer than I'd ever seen.

"You're better than you think," he murmured.

My breath hitched slightly. "Maybe I just needed the right duet partner."

Nicholas grinned, nudging my shoulder. "Lucky for you, you've got the best."

I laughed, the warmth between us settling into something comfortable, something real. And as we played together, the morning light streaming in through the windows—

Nicholas stretched as he stood from the piano bench, his fingers lingering on the keys before he turned to me with a playful grin. "Alright, as much as I'd love to play with you all day, I gotta get ready."

I smirked, leaning back against the piano. "Big plans?"

"Not really, just a live stream with the fans in a bit," he said, ruffling his already messy hair. "But first, I need to figure out what to wear."

I watched as he walked toward his bedroom, his posture effortlessly graceful yet deliberate. I knew Nicholas was particular about his fashion—I'd seen countless clips of him looking impossibly put together, no matter the occasion.

Curious, I followed him into his room, where he was already rummaging through his closet, pulling out pieces and holding them up in front of the mirror. "I don't know what vibe I wanna go for today," he muttered, more to himself than to me.

I crossed my arms, amused. "It's just a live, right? You could literally wear anything, and they'd still lose their minds over you."

Nicholas turned, giving me a mock-offended look. "Excuse me, but I have standards."

I snorted. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Fashionista. Let's see what you've got."

Grinning, Nicholas turned back to his closet and started pulling out options. "Okay, so—casual cool?" He held up a loose white button-up with some ripped jeans.

I tilted my head. "Classic. Safe. But are you feeling safe today?"

Nicholas narrowed his eyes playfully before tossing the clothes onto his bed and grabbing another set—a fitted black turtleneck and sleek trousers. "Alright, what about sophisticated and mysterious?"

I pretended to consider it before wrinkling my nose. "Too predictable. You already look like a black cat—this just makes it worse."

Nicholas raised a brow, clearly intrigued. "Worse?"

I smirked. "You know, all dark, effortlessly cool, giving 'I don't care' vibes when you definitely do."

Nicholas chuckled, shaking his head. "Not my fault I was born with flawless taste."

Rolling my eyes, I pointed at another outfit—a slightly oversized graphic tee paired with baggy jeans. "Now this says 'I didn't try that hard but still look stupidly good.'"

Nicholas sighed, holding it up against himself. "Alright, fine. You win."

He casually pulled off his tank top to change, and I barely managed to look away in time, my face heating up at the sight of his toned back.

"You're not shy, are you?" I muttered.

Nicholas smirked as he buttoned up his shirt, not even glancing at me. "Should I be?"

I huffed. "You're impossible."

His chuckle was soft, but he didn't argue. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was just messy enough to look intentional, then grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "Alright, time for my live."

I blinked. "Wait, right now? Where am I supposed to go?"

Nicholas smirked. "You can stay. Just be quiet."

My eyes widened. "Oh my god, I have to hide?"

He nodded, clearly enjoying this. "Unless you wanna introduce yourself to my fans?"

I scoffed. "Absolutely not." I quickly scrambled onto the bed, grabbing one of his pillows and hugging it to myself as I tried to make myself as small as possible. "I swear, if I accidentally get caught—"

Nicholas laughed, shaking his head as he propped his phone up on a stand at his desk. "Just don't move, and you'll be fine."

I held my breath as he tapped the screen, and within seconds, the chat started flooding in.

Nicholas flashed a bright smile, waving at the camera. "Hi, everyone!"

The comment section exploded instantly.

"NICHOLASSSS!!"

"You look so good today???"

"Did you just wake up??"

"OMG YOU'RE LIVE EARLY"

He chuckled. "I know, I know, it's a little earlier than usual. But I woke up in a good mood, so I thought I'd check in."

I bit my lip, watching as he interacted so effortlessly with his fans. His expression was warm and engaged, his voice naturally playful as he read through comments, responding to them like he was catching up with old friends.

He answered a few questions, talked about what he had for breakfast—"Yes, I cooked, aren't you guys proud?"—and even teased a bit about upcoming projects. But then a comment made him laugh, his eyes crinkling.

"Why do you look like you're hiding something??"

I nearly choked.

Nicholas smirked, glancing to the side for a split second, as if he knew exactly where I was. "Hiding something?" he repeated, tilting his head innocently. "I don't know what you mean."

I buried my face in the pillow. This man was evil.

The chat exploded again.

"OMG THAT SMILE HE KNOWS SOMETHING"

"NICHOLAS WHAT ARE YOU HIDING"

"WHY ARE YOU BEING SUSPICIOUS"

Nicholas just laughed. "You guys are always overthinking. Maybe I just feel extra sneaky today."

I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound. He was playing with them, knowing full well I was right there.

The live continued, and Nicholas eventually changed the topic, casually chatting while running a hand through his hair. But every now and then, his eyes flicked toward me, the amusement barely contained in his expression.

After about thirty minutes, he finally sighed. "Alright, I have to go soon, but I'll do another live soon, okay? Be good, don't miss me too much." He shot a wink at the camera, and the chat erupted one last time before he finally ended the stream.

The second the live was off, I groaned loudly and threw the pillow at him. "You are the worst!"

Nicholas caught it easily, laughing. "What? I didn't even do anything!"

"You were teasing them on purpose!"

He leaned against the desk, grinning. "Maybe a little."

I huffed, crossing my arms. "I can't believe I just had to be a background character in my bias's live."

His smile softened as he walked over, plopping down onto the bed beside me. "Hey, at least now you know the real behind-the-scenes experience."

I rolled my eyes, but there was a warmth in my chest I couldn't ignore.

And when Nicholas nudged my shoulder, murmuring, "Don't worry, you're the main character in my story," I decided maybe being in the background wasn't so bad after all.

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Helen's pov - back at the hotel

I swiped the keycard and stepped into our hotel room, the familiar scent of our perfume lingering in the air. The room was a little messy from the night before—makeup wipes on the nightstand, a few clothes strewn across the chairs—but it felt like our space, our little haven in the middle of Seoul. I sighed, kicking off my sneakers and rubbing my face as I sat on the edge of the bed.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Cat: I'm on my way up now!

My heart jumped in excitement. After everything that had happened last night, I needed to talk to Cat more than anything. I hadn't even had time to process yet, and knowing Cat, she was probably losing her mind too.

A few minutes later, I heard the familiar beep of the keycard, and then—

"BITCH!"

I barely had time to react before Cat burst into the room, practically throwing her bag onto the floor as she ran at me.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she screamed, tackling me onto the bed.

We collapsed in a mess of laughter, grabbing each other's arms like we were trying to physically shake out the excitement.

"Are we for real right now?!" Cat gasped, her eyes wild with disbelief. "Y/N. Y/N. We—we were with them."

I could barely breathe. "I know. I know."

Cat rolled off me and onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with a stunned expression. "What the fuck."

I groaned, pressing my hands to my face. "I haven't even processed yet."

There was a moment of silence, both of us just lying there, staring at the ceiling, before Cat suddenly shot up.

"Wait. WAIT." She grabbed my arm. "Tell me everything."

I exhaled, propping myself up on my elbows. "Okay, but we have to get ready while we talk. We're supposed to be having a girls' day, remember?"

Cat whined, but got up, muttering, "Fine, fine, multitasking," as she rummaged through her suitcase.

I dragged myself up and grabbed my own clothes before pausing. "Okay, so first of all... Jungkook made me sign an NDA."

Cat spun around so fast she almost fell. "WHAT?!"

I held up my hands. "I know. But it's not as bad as it sounds! He just wanted to make sure that whatever happens between us stays private."

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "HAPPENS?! Y/N, BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW."

I groaned. "I don't even know what's happening, okay? But it's—" I paused, running a hand through my hair. "It's something. It doesn't feel like just a fan thing anymore."

Cat looked at me like I had grown another head. "Girl. That's JUNGKOOK. Like. JUNGKOOK." She threw her hands up. "YOUR BIAS. Your ultimate. This is literally your biggest dream."

I collapsed onto the bed again. "I KNOW. AND THAT'S WHY I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."

Cat flopped down next to me, groaning. "We are so screwed."

I turned my head. "Wait. Why do you sound guilty?"

Her entire body went still.

I sat up immediately. "Cat. WHAT HAPPENED?"

She covered her face, screaming into her hands before mumbling, "I was in Nicholas's apartment."

My soul left my body. "YOU WERE WHERE?!"

"I KNOW, I KNOW," she wailed, rolling onto her stomach. "I don't even know how it happened! One second we were just vibing, and the next, I'm watching him pick out an outfit in his bedroom while trying not to pass out."

I grabbed her shoulders. "Do you hear yourself? That is NICHOLAS. Your bias. The man you have been obsessed with. And you were in his apartment?! WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE?"

Cat sat up, her eyes wide. "Y/N, he's unreal. Like, he's so cute in person that it's actually sick. And he's funny? And so touchy?" She grabbed her chest dramatically. "I think I might actually die."

I stared at her for a long moment before groaning and flopping back down. "We are so fucked."

She threw a pillow at me. "Right?! Like—what are we supposed to do?"

I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Go home at the end of the week and pretend none of this ever happened?"

Cat cackled. "Bitch, be for real. I cannot go back to my normal life after this."

I sighed. "Neither can I."

A heavy silence filled the room as we both stared at the ceiling, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

Then, like the delusional fangirls we were, we shook it off.

Cat suddenly clapped her hands. "Nope! Not today! Today, we are pretending we are not having an existential crisis over our dream men! We are going shopping in Seoul, and we are NOT stressing over these men."

I let out a hysterical laugh, sitting up. "Right. Right. Hot girl distractions."

Cat grabbed her purse. "Let's go spend money we don't have."

And just like that, we put our breakdowns on pause.

The café we picked was adorable—all warm tones, hanging plants, and soft indie music playing in the background. It was tucked into a quiet side street, the kind of place that felt like a hidden gem. The second we stepped inside, the rich smell of fresh coffee and pastries wrapped around us like a hug.

Cat let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh my god. This is so cute."

I nodded in agreement, already eyeing the pastry case. "This is the kind of place I could sit in for hours, just reading or scrolling through TikTok."

Cat hummed. "Or, you know, recovering from the fact that you literally spent the night at Jungkook's apartment."

I choked on air. "CAN YOU—" I smacked her arm. "Why do you say things so loud?!"

Cat cackled, completely unbothered as she ordered us both iced lattes and a few pastries to share. Once we had our drinks, we grabbed a corner booth by the window, the sunlight pouring in perfectly over our table.

I took a sip of my drink before narrowing my eyes at her. "Alright, you first. Give me the details."

Cat wiggled in excitement, leaning forward. "Okay. So, first of all, I literally could not breathe the entire time I was at his place. Nicholas is so touchy, Y/N. Like, I thought I was prepared, but I was not."

I grinned. "I KNEW IT. I bet he was all up in your space, huh?"

"YES. He was standing so close to me while trying on outfits—like, inches away. At one point, he literally grabbed my hand to ask if his jacket was soft enough." Cat dropped her head onto the table. "I almost died."

I burst out laughing. "He knows what he's doing."

She sat back up, exhaling dramatically. "AND THEN—oh my god, Y/N—he did a live. While I was there."

My eyes went wide. "Wait. Like, in the same room?"

"YES." Cat covered her mouth, suppressing another scream. "I had to stay silent while he was talking to his fans, and it was so hard because he kept making these cute faces, and I couldn't react."

I stared at her in disbelief before slowly shaking my head. "This is actually insane."

"RIGHT?!" Cat threw her hands up. "Like, what is my life?"

I let out a deep breath, stirring my coffee. "Okay. Now me."

Cat immediately perked up. "Oh, I'm so ready for this."

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy. "So, after the club... he drove me back to the hotel. Just us."

Cat gasped so hard she almost inhaled her straw. "Bitch."

I covered my face. "He had one hand on the wheel."

She smacked the table. "I AM SO JEALOUS I COULD DIE."

I giggled, shaking my head. "He was so... different when we were alone. Like, softer? More chill? We didn't even talk about big things, but it felt..." I sighed. "It felt intimate."

Cat's expression softened. "Oh, you're in deep."

I groaned, taking another sip of my latte. "I know. And I have no idea how I'm supposed to go home after this week and just... act normal."

She was about to respond when my phone buzzed on the table.

I glanced at the screen—and froze.

Jungkook.

My stomach flipped as I opened the message.

Jungkook: Did you sleep well?

I stared at it for a solid ten seconds, my brain short-circuiting.

Cat leaned over immediately. "Why do you look like that? WHO TEXTED YOU?"

I flipped my phone over, pressing my lips together.

Cat snatched it off the table so fast it was a blur.

"OH MY GOD." She grabbed my wrist. "Y/N. HE CHECKED ON YOU?"

I felt my entire face heat up. "WHAT DO I SAY?!"

She put her hands on her head. "This is not a drill! You have to be cool."

I exhaled, staring at my phone before typing.

Y/N: Yeah, I did! Just having coffee with my bestie now.

I hit send before I could overthink it.

Jungkook replied almost immediately.

Jungkook: Cute. Enjoy your day. ☕

I froze again.

Cat was vibrating. "Oh, he likes you."

I bit back a smile, setting my phone down. "Okay, enough. We need to shop before we spiral."

Cat laughed, grabbing her bag. "Right. Retail therapy. Let's go."

After we finished our coffees and shared a few more giggles about our wild night, we decided to dive into the busy streets of Seoul for our shopping spree. It was still early in the day, and the city was just waking up. The air was crisp, a perfect blend of fresh and electric, and it felt like anything could happen. I couldn't help but feel a little buzzed—not from caffeine, but from the reality of it all. This wasn't just any day out in Seoul; this was our dream week, and we were living it.

Cat bounced in excitement, already pointing to a store down the street. "Let's go in here, I bet they have the cutest things!"

I followed, though I was still mentally processing everything. I was a Taurus through and through—practical, a little stubborn, and not exactly great at letting my emotions take over. But even I could admit that the connection with Jungkook was undeniable, and now... things were changing.

"Can you believe we're here?" I asked, nudging Cat with my elbow as we entered the shop. "This whole thing feels surreal."

She grinned, her eyes practically sparkling. "I mean, did you ever think we'd actually be hanging out with them, let alone this close? Not in a million years."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No. It's crazy."

As we browsed through the racks of clothes, the world felt both familiar and completely new. The rush of shopping in Seoul was something we'd dreamed of, but now it was tinged with the excitement of our new reality—being so close to the people we'd idolized for so long.

"Okay, tell me everything about last night," Cat suddenly asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. "How drunk did you get? Because I need more details."

I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat flooding my cheeks. I glanced around, ensuring no one was listening. "Honestly? I got way too drunk, and the next thing I knew, I was... uh, stripping in front of Jungkook."

She gasped. "Wait, what?!"

I nodded, covering my face with my hand. "Yeah. I mean, I was so drunk, I don't even know how it happened. One second, I was sitting on his couch, and the next, I was just... doing it. And he was being so chill about it, but I know he must've been thinking, 'What the hell is going on?'"

Cat burst out laughing. "That's insane. You, my friend, are a legend."

I groaned but couldn't help but laugh along. "I feel like a walking disaster, but it's fine. He seemed... understanding? It wasn't awkward, but I'm still embarrassed."

"Girl, don't even worry about it. He's Jungkook—he probably thought it was cute."

I snorted. "Right. Totally cute. Just what he wanted to see, a drunk fan dancing around his apartment."

She nudged me again. "You know what? It's a good thing you're so cute, or else this might be a real mess."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at my lips. "You're unbelievable."

Just then, my phone buzzed in my bag. I froze for a moment before pulling it out and unlocking it.

It was a message from Jungkook.

Jungkook: How's the shopping going? 🛍️

I stared at the message for a beat. My heart did a little flip, and I couldn't help but grin.

Cat immediately noticed. "WHAT. Did he text you again?"

I laughed, hiding my face behind my phone. "Yeah, he did. I don't even know how to respond."

Cat grabbed my arm, practically bouncing. "You have to reply! Say something cute!"

I quickly typed back, not giving myself time to overthink it.

Y/N: Just starting! Hope you're doing well. 😊

I hit send, feeling like I might explode with nerves. Within seconds, Jungkook replied.

Jungkook: I'm good, just finishing some stuff. I'll check in later. 😊

I let out a breath. "Okay, that was... that was fine."

Cat was practically vibrating. "He's so sweet. Like, seriously, Y/N, he likes you."

My heart fluttered again. "I don't even know what to do with myself anymore."

"Well, just enjoy the ride, babe," she said, wrapping an arm around me as we continued shopping. "You deserve this."

We spent the next couple of hours wandering through the streets of Seoul, trying on clothes, laughing at each other's choices, and gushing over our latest messages from the guys. It was the perfect escape from the craziness that had suddenly become our lives.

And even though I knew we couldn't stay in this bubble forever, for now, it was enough.

The afternoon passed in a whirlwind of shopping bags and laughter. Cat and I were both exhausted but satisfied, our feet aching from walking around the busy streets of Seoul. The streets were bustling with energy, but all we could think about was putting our bags down, unwinding, and maybe grabbing a light snack.

As we stepped into our hotel room, the familiar warmth of the space wrapped around us. The soft lighting and the quiet hum of the air conditioning made it feel like a cozy little haven after the chaos of the day. I tossed my shopping bags onto the couch, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Okay, I need a nap," I said, plopping down onto the bed.

Cat nodded, though her eyes were still bright with excitement. "Same. But hold on... I just need to check something first."

I rolled over onto my side, glancing at her as she made her way toward the table near the window, where she had set down a few bags earlier.

"Are you going to open all of that now?" I teased, still lying back on the bed.

She shrugged, but there was a nervousness in her movement. "I mean... I don't know. I was kind of second-guessing a couple of things, you know? Some of it was super expensive."

I snorted. "Right. Just admit you wanted to leave the store before you fainted from the prices."

She shook her head but smiled, clearly distracted as she pulled out a few items she had hesitated to buy earlier—a sleek jacket, the shoes she couldn't stop eyeing, and a couple of accessories. She started looking through everything again but was moving slower than usual, clearly trying to decide whether to keep them.

I sat up, curiosity getting the best of me. "You're not seriously returning that jacket, are you?"

Cat froze. "I was thinking about it. I mean, it's crazy expensive, and I really don't need it..."

She was cut off as her hand brushed against something under one of the bags. She pulled out a small card. It was neatly folded, with "Cat" written in Nicholas's handwriting.

My eyes widened. "What is that?"

She opened it, her expression shifting to disbelief. It was a note.

"I saw you looking at these earlier. Thought you might want them after all. Enjoy, Cat. -N"

I sat up straight, staring at her. "Wait. What?"

Her hands shook as she slowly turned to face the bed, her mouth agape. "No... NO WAY."

I could barely contain my laughter. "No way. He seriously bought everything you almost walked away from?"

Cat was in full-on panic mode. "HE DID! He actually bought everything I was looking at. And he left it here with a note? What the hell?"

I grinned, unable to stop myself. "He definitely knows how to spoil a girl."

She stared down at the jacket and shoes, then at the accessories, her eyes wide and her heart clearly racing. "I—I can't believe this. He knows what I was gonna get? What if he... what if he saw me second-guessing it and just... thought I really needed it?"

I chuckled. "He's paying attention. Don't act like you don't love it."

Still in shock, she grabbed the jacket, holding it up to herself. "I can't. This is insane. What is my life right now?"

I leaned back, watching her slowly sink onto the bed, still holding the items, not sure whether to laugh or cry from sheer excitement. "I swear, he's gonna spoil you rotten if you let him."

She dropped the jacket back onto the bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. "I feel like I'm in a dream. I didn't even know what to think when I saw it, but now... it's like he's treating me like—like I'm worth it." She took a deep breath. "But I don't even know how to react."

I sat beside her and nudged her gently. "You act excited, obviously. Don't act like you're not into it."

She gave me a disbelieving look. "Of course, I'm into it. But what if he's doing this for everyone? What if it's just... casual for him?"

I bit my lip. "Well, I guess it's up to you to figure that out. But you're allowed to enjoy it either way. That man is clearly into you."

Her phone buzzed on the table, snapping her out of her thoughts. She grabbed it immediately, eyes lighting up when she saw the message from Nicholas. She opened it fast, her heart practically leaping.

Nicholas: Hey, just wanted to check in and make sure you're good. Let me know if you need anything, okay?

She held the phone to her chest, gasping. "OH MY GOD. He's checking in on me. I can't breathe, Y/N. I can't breathe."

I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn't stop smiling. "You're freaking out more than I've ever seen you."

She threw herself back onto the bed, clutching the phone like it was the most precious thing in the world. "I'm trying to be cool, but this is too much. I need to go find him and thank him, but I don't know how."

I grinned. "Give it time. Just don't make him think you're a stalker."

She shot me a glare, then rolled off the bed. "Yeah, I don't want to be that girl."

I watched her, amused.

She glared again, but this time with a grin. "Now I need to figure out how to wear all this stuff and not look too desperate."

I chuckled. "We're talking about Nicholas. He probably already knows you're obsessed."

She smirked. "Yeah, well, he's the one spoiling me, so who's winning here?"

I laughed, flopping back onto the bed. "Fair enough. But now, you've gotta figure out what to do with all this stuff."

She tossed the jacket over to me with a wink. "Think you could try it on for me? You know, for fun?"

I tossed it back with a raised eyebrow. "HA, that's what Nicholas is gonna be telling you later."

We both cracked up, the kind of laughter that made your cheeks hurt and your heart feel light. For now, despite all our goofy worries, we were living the dream—and that was more than enough to get us through the rest of the day.

[j0kers-light]

I am not sure if your requests are open but was wondering if you would do a smut one-shot where y/n and joker dress up like their getting married maybe it's y/ns weird fetish or jokers but it is one of thems idea that's up to you

[Most importantly hope you don't mind this but the joker isn't wearing any makeup in this]

Ps. Love his lighthouse love it

His Lighthouse: A White Future (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

A White Future - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi @jokerslittlepage 🖤✨

Please excuse me for taking so long in writing this! This one was tricky to write I'm not gonna lie… I feel like Joker is a little OOC in it since I mostly head canon his against marriage but hey. I did what needed to be done. Please don’t hate me!! 🥹🥹 and at this point Joker rarely wears his clown makeup around Y/n so you’re all good beloved!

Enjoy as I post this in the dark at 1AM!

— Oh and this is definitely not possibly canon with His Lighthouse. You'll understand after reading lol 🤭

Also I'm kinda feeling this song playing in the background as Joker and Y/n dance on the balcony. Its soft and gentle enough yet angst for this ill fated couple 😘

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Joker blamed you for this.

You unlocked another one of his weird fetishes that he never would have known existed, all completely by accident.

You were cleaning out the closet in the guest bedroom and trying on things to see if they still fit. If it didn't, you were donating it.

Joker had returned from a late night meeting at the main hideout and was relaxing on the bed, still dressed in this three piece suit. This one was all black, giving off mafia vibes, especially since he proudly wore the gold chain you bought him around his neck.

Your initials were on a small charm hanging from it. It was a subtle way for Joker to acknowledge his girl; he never took it off.

Joker washed his clown makeup off in the bathroom and was content watching the strip tease and mini fashion show you were putting on. So far he kept his hands to himself.

No surprise Joker was a great judge with his killer fashion sense. He was honest about the things you tried on.

"It's a no for meee."

"Wait, Bunny! Keep that one. It makes your hips look... mmm. C'mere pretty thing.."

"I dunno.. bell bottoms are making a uhhh comeback. I like the color, doll."

"Don't even try that on. Toss it."

"Y/n, what possessed you to buy that?"

Rude comments and all, you were making progress with Joker's help! You had almost everything cleared out and ready to either return back into the closet or in bins for charity, that is, until you squealed and dug out a white garment bag.

"I forgot about this!" You laid the bag out on the nearby couch and unzipped it.

Joker lifted his head at the sound and watched you eagerly lift up a dress. From here it looked cream or was it white? He spoke up to ask. "What's that, bunny?"

He missed your megawatt smile. "One of my fans invited me to her all white wedding before you and I met. She asked me to be her bridesmaid and I totally forgot I kept the dress!"

You held it up to your body and faced the mirror. She was so happy you made it and they were such a beautiful couple. You were glad you made her day even more special by being there. You smiled while reminiscing fond memories.

You turned just enough for J to finally see that garment in its entirety and his brain swiftly short circuited.

"Put it on."

You turned towards Joker. "Huh?"

He had this hazy look in his eyes as he watched you stand before the mirror. The urge to see you in white struck him hard and fast. He didn't know why.

"I said.. Put. It. On."

You knew that tone very well and scrambled to do what Joker said before he lost patience.

You took off your bra and shimmied into the cool satin material. The panty line was too harsh in the white fabric so without thinking, you peeled off your panties and tossed them aside.

Joker swallowed audibly watching them go. He liked that pair very much. However they looked better on the floor.

"Can you zip and button me up?" You held the front of the dress up to your breasts and moved your hair back for him.

Joker took in a shaky breath. The dress wasn't even on properly and he was already having impure thoughts. The ivory color against your darker skin just made it pop even more. You tried on countless articles of clothing tonight but this was the icing on the cake. He stood up from the bed and walked over to you.

His green eyes met your e/c ones in the mirror before you looked away, hiding your flushed cheeks. For once he didn't comment on your skittish behavior.

He reached out and pulled the zipper up, letting his fingers brush against your skin like a feather.

The intimate gesture sent shivers down your spine.

Joker was so close you could feel his body heat on your exposed skin and his hands were like a branding iron buttoning the two pearls at your neck. When he was done, Joker rested his hands on your shoulder and spoke to your reflection.

"You ahhh need heels." He whispered on your neck.

You didn't understand where he was going with this. You weren't trying on full outfits, just the clothing itself.

Joker rolled his eyes when you didn't move and stalked over to your endless pile of heels for himself. He flung a few to the side and mumbled under his breath when he couldn't find the ones he was looking for.

"J what are you doing?" You walked over barefoot but jumped when J laughed after finding the perfect pair. He wordlessly pointed for you to sit down.

Thank goodness a chair was nearby. Joker meant business when he didn't speak. You flopped down in your sage accent chair and waited for the lion to stalk its prey.

You were speechless when Joker got down on his knees to put a pair of Tom Ford stilettos on your dainty feet. They were the same pair he gifted you recently. He swore he purchased them with real money.

Like you actually believed him.

Regardless if he obtained them legally or not, they made your skin tone pop even more and highlighted the stark white of the bridesmaid dress.

You wore clear heels to the wedding but Joker was in charge here. Only the best for his Light.

"There... perfect." He whispered more to himself than you. His green eyes snapped up to you. Joker's hands were rubbing your calves but they slowly creeped up under the gown to caress your thighs. "A vision in white."

From the halter neck to the draped bodice, you were a sight to behold. This gown, what it represented, was doing things to him. His Light bathed in white whereas he was swallowed in darkness.

Yin and yang. The two of you were polar opposites and he absolutely loved it.

"A-Alrighty.. um it still fits! So um... can I take this dress off now?" You asked with a shaky breath. Green eyes pinned you down further into the seat as Joker's lips inched closer and closer to yours.

"NoPe. It's our big day and you look... phenomenal. You look so heavenly.. n' all for me." Joker tucked a wayward curl of hair back behind your ear.

His words made your eyes widen. Big day? What was he going on about?

"J.. what're you..?"

"Stay right here, doll. Don't. Move." He ordered. He grinned at you before backing away and leaving the room altogether.

You blinked in shock but did as you were told.

Just what had gotten into Joker and where did he go? It was taking him longer than a minute to return.

You tapped your heels on the floor as you waited.

He came back with your fresh bouquet of flowers that you always kept on display in the foyer. This week it was a hodgepodge of wildflowers mixed in with chrysanthemums and snapdragons; the perfect wedding arrangement. You finally had an understanding of what was going on here.

"Did you know it's considered bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?" You accepted the fresh flora and discreetly shook off the excess water from the stems before it soaked into your satin dress.

Joker just shrugged and helped you to your feet. He kissed your cheek and led you out of the bedroom. "Who needs luck when I have you?"

Now that was sweet.

You bowed your head and let Joker guide you out onto the balcony. He walked you out just like a newlywed couple to the reception.

The night was balmy and the distant lights from the Fashion District cast a neon glow on everything. Joker stepped away to turn on the patio's string of lights to soften things up a bit.

They came on and illuminated you in a warm intimate glow. You were missing a veil for this to truly be a dream come true. Joker would just have to go without. Your smile monopolized all of his attention anyways.

You shined brightly just like the lighthouse he named you after. You laughed when Joker bowed and offered you his hand, like a true gentleman.

You both knew he was anything but.

"May I have this uhh, dance?"

Joker's smile was genuine and without his signature makeup, he looked dazzling under the twinkling lights.

You could stare at J for hours. You didn't care about his scars. Yes, they made him into the fearsome man he was, but in your opinion, Joker was beyond stunning no matter how you looked at him.

How could you say no to such a handsome man?

With your bouquet in one hand– you gave Joker the other as he swept you up into a ballroom waltz right there on the balcony.

You heard gentle music playing from the speakers and knew this must've been what he ran off to prepare.

"But you don't plan things.." You mumbled under your breath.

Joker kissed your cheek to silence his laugh. You loved pointing out his affinity for structure and plans.

The two of you danced along to the soft music and stared into each other's eyes. Yours were more bashful whereas Joker did nothing to hide his desire. The grip he had on your hip clenched tighter when you bit your lip. It wasn't unusual for Joker to get handsy but your curiosity got the better of you at the origin of his passion.

"So... um you're not gonna tell me what brought this on?"

He scoffed as if you should've already known the answer. "Do I need an excuse to dance with my wife?" Joker dipped you suddenly.

You were sputtering and gaping like a fish. "W-Whahh? Wife?" He slowly straightened you back up.

"Do play along, Y/n." Joker said with an eye roll.

"Oh I'm sorry Joker! I didn't know we were roleplaying tonight. I was trying on clothes and you went all... thison me! How was I supposed to know you had a bridal fetish or whatever this is? I bet you wanna skip straight to the honeymoon anyways."

You looked away and missed Joker's licking his scars in agitation. You knew the exact buttons to press with him, it was infuriating.

The scene was set. Why couldn't you just play along?

Joker spun you again but this time he jerked you roughly so your back was against his chest. He kept you steady on your feet with his strong grip.

"I.... didn't know I had one until you found this... this... dress. White looks soo... ethereal on you my Light. So what if I wanna end our uhhh re-cep-tion early and consummate our bond. Hmm? Are ya gonna stop me? We both know that's what you wanT."

Joker leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You wanted me since the moment I came home."

That may be true, but he didn't have to call you out on it!

That matte black suit of his was equal parts sinful and alluring plus you really wanted that gold chain of his swinging in your face tonight.. An airy moan slipped out before you could stop it.

How did he know your body better than you?!

Joker ran his hand down the front of your dress and bunched the satin material up until your legs were bare to his touch. The humid air teased your bare sex, making you shiver.

"I bet you're thinking about it.. righT now, aren't ya? Let's see just how needy my wife is..." 

Without warning, Joker plunged his fingers into your wet pussy. You clutched onto his forearms and gasped at the intrusion.

"Told ya, princess.. you're sopping wet for me." He groaned at hearing your wet lips gush out as he thrusted them deeper inside. Your eyes fluttered half mast but flew back open in fear.

You looked left and right, hoping it was dark enough for your neighbors to not witness what was going on your balcony.

Just because you owned the penthouse didn't mean there weren't other buildings surrounding yours. Gotham City was notorious for peeping toms and noisy neighbors.

"J-J... my mmph!" Your complaint fizzled away when Joker's thumb rubbed at your clit. Why did you take your panties off around this man?

J loves when you wear dresses and skirts for 'easy access' and for good reason.

The man was a sorcerer with his fingers and you loved when he worked his magic. He curled them just so and had you hurling straight to the cusp of pleasure in record time.

You were wet the moment he walked in the bedroom but he didn't need to know that. Joker knew his tailored suits turned you on.

Finally getting some much needed stimulation was sending you over the edge. You clawed at J's arms as the heat threatened to consume you entirely.

A flick of his thumb against your bundle of nerves and you were moaning out in ecstasy.

You made a mess of his fingers right there for anyone to see if they looked out their window. The thrill of being seen had you squirming in J's arms. You swatted at his hand with your flowers when he tried to prolong your orgasm.

He easily overpowered you and laughed at your sensitive walls clenching down on his fingers. Joker clicked his tongue when you tried bucking away from him.

"Tsk. Always running away." He sighed.

You squeaked when he picked you up, bridal style, and carried you back inside.

Usually Joker would toss you down on any nearby surface and watch your body bounce helplessly before he dragged you back towards him, but today was different.

Today, Joker stopped into your enclosed sunroom and set you down gently on the couch. He hit the light switch and instantly the balcony lights went out and plunged the both of you into darkness.

Now only the moonlight shining in from the glass roof guided his lips to yours.

You dropped your flowers to cradle the back of Joker's head and deepened the kiss. He let you have control for as long as it took him to discard his suit jacket and rip off his tie. He was working on the buttons on his shirt when you pulled away.

"Ngh, no let me... l-let your wife do it." You moaned out.

Your hands were shaking as you undid the buttons. You were too nervous to look up at the panting dragon before you.

Joker let you push his shirt off his shoulders but he tilted your chin up when you failed to look up.

You acknowledged your role and needed to be rewarded.

He whispered your name amongst the lush plants and flora in your sunroom. The air in here was stuffy since he left the balcony's sliding door open. You were already collecting sweat on your brow and good thing Joker took off his makeup earlier or it would be melting off of him.

He still licked at lips in that nervous habit of his.

"Do you want this? Tell me to uhh stop if ya don't." Joker slowly pushed your dress up to bunch up around your stomach. He had no plans of taking it off. If he did, he'd risk tearing it to shreds and that wouldn't do.

If he had it his way, you would wear white everyday, you looked so beautiful in it. But back to the matter at hand.

You nodded in the dark and wrapped an arm around Joker's shoulder. His gold chain was still cool to the touch and you ran your fingers over it fondly.

"I want this. I-I want you. Please, J."

He left a kiss to your forehead and groaned. "You already have me, Y/n."

Joker moved to remove his pants after earning your consent. The sound of his belt buckle in the dark sent a rush of adrenaline to your core. You were excited and the fact you could hardly see made this encounter even more hot.

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you felt Joker's hands slide up your heel clad legs and yank you closer to him. Your back hit the couch cushions and you scrambled for something to hold onto in the dark.

Joker must've seen you flailing around since he guided your hands back onto his shoulders.

No fair how he could see perfectly in the dark whereas you were blind as a hehe... bat. 

"Hey.. I wanna see yo— ah!"

Joker slapped his cock on your pussy as if he heard your joke. You jumped at each impact of his hard on hitting your clit and clawed at his upper back in delight.

He seemed to enjoy the sting and tipped his head back in a groan.

Then a pair of neon green eyes stole your attention. It was unnatural the way they reflected off the lack of light, almost feline at times. Joker's night vision was legendary and it was all focused on you.

Your beautiful body sprawled out on the couch. Your curls framing your face like a halo and Joker swore the white of your gown made your melanin skin glow.

How did he get so lucky? He must be dreaming. If it were a dream, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

Joker slid his dick into you, slacked jaw and eyes filled with longing. Your eyes rolled back feeling him stretch you open and come to a rest inside. Joker panted above you and braced his weight on his hands near your head.

You were now caged in with nowhere to go.

"Yeah? This what you– mmhm d__n, is this what you needed, my Light? If ya want me, then take it. Take. All. Of. Meee." Joker grunted and set a rhythm; steady deep thrusts that jolted your entire body and stole your breath.

You buried your hands into his hair and tugged, knowing J loved that. He moved with the motion and laughed to himself.

"F__k, relax Princess and work with me." He pulled his hips back so he could slam into your pussy deeper.

You cried out and wrapped your legs around his waist. He felt the straps of your heels press into his back.

Note to self, clothed sex was hot.

"See? There ya go.. now I can beat it up just the way ya like it. Ohhhh, I got the best wife. Tight cunt, killer body... sexy moans– louder doll. I wanna hear just how good I'm making ya feel."

You bared your neck as he picked up the pace and plowed into your womb. Each rock of his hips hit your g spot and made you dizzy.

You looked up and watched the clouds distort the image of the moon through the roof. Such a beautiful night spent with the one you love.

Joker noticed your distracted gaze and brought your focus back on him by pressing down on your lower belly. You keened loudly in his ear.

"Haha. Eyes on me, Princess. I know, I know. You can cum if it feels that go~od."

You nodded, gasped sweetly, and then came on Joker's cock. And he didn't stop his powerful thrusts either. He plowed right through your orgasm with no regard for your hypersensitivity.

You couldn't escape his passion and took out your agony on his back. Joker hissed when your nails initially dug into his skin but laughed it off.

"Argh, those d__n nails of yours are sharp! Is it really that good, darling? Too much cock making you go crazy stupid already? You want me to stop? Huh? Too bad, cuz I'm noT done yet." He groaned when your walls clamped down tighter on this dick but he recovered quickly to resume his brutal thrusts.

He picked you up by your waist and positioned you to straddle him properly on the couch.

You cried out when you sank further down on Joker's cock due to the angle.

Now he could see you properly as a beam of moonlight shined down from the roof to a spotlight on you bathed in white.

Your hair was in complete disarray and your lips red from biting them in pleasure but in Joker's eyes, you were absolutely stunning.

You locked eyes with Joker and braced your hands on his shoulders. His fair skin was flushed red from exertion but he still looked every bit of Gotham's City most wanted criminal.

The dark gleam in his eyes was a warning in itself.

Your gaze latched onto the gold chain hanging around his neck, and most importantly, the tiny charm with your initial bouncing with each thrust Joker made up into your pussy.

It was hypnotizing and you couldn't help but lean forward to kiss Joker.

He didn't mind and slowed things down so you could feel each vein sliding against your gummy walls. The wet slap of skin and heavy pants was the only sound in the sunroom. You wouldn't be surprised if the glass behind Joker was fogged up by your lovemaking. It was still too dark to tell for sure.

You were the focal point here so you leaned back and put in some work to get Joker off.

You rolled your hips in figure eights that he loved so much and was quickly rewarded.

Joker placed his hands onto your hips and used them like handlebars.

"D__n Y/n. F__k meeeeee." He leaned back on the couch and watched you ride his dick, chasing another orgasm.

You didn't care that you were getting your dress dirty or that your feet were killing you in your stilettos.

Joker took one look at you dressed in white and gold and smacked your behind. You whimpered softly. The sting spurred you to go faster and you began chanting Joker's name like a prayer.

"Nuh uh bunny. You know what ta call me." J whined when you clenched tighter around him.

You bit your lip, looking away.

He could call you wife all night long but it was something different about returning the favor. You knew Joker needed this to get off but it meant more to you.

"Say it Y/n.. p-plea— nghh just once. That's all I, ahhh, that's all I neeeed, darling. I want you to have it, but I need.."

Oh. Joker begging meant he was serious. His eyes were squeezed shut as he neared his own release but you could tell something was holding him back.

You could feel it with how handsy and needy he became. Anything could spill from Joker's lips as he reached his summit. He needed whatever this fetish was.

You drew in limited air and blew it out in a shaky moan.

Just the sight of Joker, usually so composed and calculated, losing all self control– because of you, was empowering. At this rate you were gonna cum again.

You wanted Joker to cum with you; it felt right with the emotions floating in the air tonight.

You choked back a moan, "I want it! I want my husband to c-cum. I need you, J! Please fill me up!"

His reaction was instant.

"Yeah? Ya want it? My beautiful wife wants my cum? Anything you want, it's yours, Y/n. Ask of me anything. I will defy my own will to grant your desires!! Y-You can have it all just.. stay with me. F-Foreever. Never.. s__t, so tight! Never leave me Bunny." 

You recognized your own book quote mixed in with Joker's pleas and moans. If possible, you fell even deeper in love. You wouldn't stop for anything after hearing that.

You felt the moment Joker came undone.

He squeezed you close as his hips bucked up into yours uncontrollably. He didn't care about moaning obscenely in your ear because he babbled his deepest darkest fears to you in between struggling to breathe.

"Stay with me, Y/n.. I need.. I need you please— you complete me. You own me. Don't go.. my beautiful wife. M-My Light. All mine.."

It was the most vulnerable you ever heard Joker speak. He was open about his future with you.

You were uncertain about his plans after he healed up and left, but tonight you got a glimpse of the future. He wasn't going anywhere and neither were you and you never felt more closer to him than in that moment.

You bared down and let a silent scream paint your features as your own climax was ripped from out under you.

The fact you came with Joker made the release ten times more intense and hearing him confess in your ear was like an atomic bomb.

Joker fell back and took you with him as the afterglow hit you both. Shivers and gasps were exchanged in the muggy room.

Your dress was sticking to your sweaty skin and you felt absolutely euphoric wrapped up in the arms of your lover. Joker wasn't in any better shape. The satin fabric of your dress was brushing up against his sensitive skin with every rise and fall of your breathing but he couldn't move.

He was slowly softening inside of you and cum was oozing from your pussy and pooling down to your inner thighs.

It was filthy but neither of you could bear to move. You were right where you needed to be. In his arms.

If Joker had a shred of morals he would carry you to the bath and help wash you up but first he had to address what he said during the heat of the moment.

Joker rubbed his scarred lips along your collarbone and subtly cleared his throat.

"I.. meanT it, Y/n." You turned your head and rested it under Joker's chin. "I dunno what started all of this but I uhh.. I'd like that. Us. You know... together.. Not right now! But ahh uhh.. it's on the table for the future... if ya want."

You tensed up in his arms and he thought the worst.

What if you disagreed and thought he was insane? What if you wanted nothing more to do with him? Was this the end of this phenomenal relationship all because he considered marriage?

Joker sounded so cute, all bashful and unsure of himself and you loved watching his eyes dart around in a panic. You put his worries at ease by leaning up and kissing him soundly.

"I meant what I said too silly. I-I need you too but only if you'll have me." You looped your hands with Joker's much larger ones.

He stared at the clash of skin tones and sighed. He was worrying over nothing.

"Forever then, yeah?" He kissed your palm before looking down at you. That breathtaking smile of yours was highlighted by the moonlight.

Since J quoted The Greeks Among Us, you decided to do the same.

"Until the last star fades in the night sky, I'm yours forever and ever, ο εραστής μου."

He rolled his eyes at your direct quote but attacked you with kisses anyway. His sweet little nerd. However the phrase summarized your love perfectly, all for a man who didn't deserve a single ounce of it.

Joker would spend the rest of his days proving his love for you. He could start by giving you that ring he bought.

[grison-in-space]

okay no actually what is the hardy weinburg expected ratio of labrador colors if we pretend purely random mating and no humans making color choices? i.e., how common should chocolate labs be under Hardy Weinburg?

I found a study (open access, even!) that lists the allele frequencies of Labs in three separate populations (UK show, n=104; US field, n=175; US show, n=92) and also pools them in one pan-Lab sample (n=371) for easy analysis. awesome. (okay so I have to scrape those numbers out of the supplementals, but shh.) that study puts the ratio of the e allele at 0.60 overall: 0.46 for UK show, 0.61 for US field, and 0.75 (!) for US show). excellent.

okay, and apparently there are three synonymous b alleles that can create liver in labs at TYRP1, but they all act exactly the same. so. uh, that's something. for simplicity, let's calculate the allele frequency for B instead...

obviously not all dogs genotyped at all locations, so the ns and allele frequencies for the TYRP1 locus at B for black are... UK show 0.64 (n = 107), US field 0.49 (n = 177), US show 0.83 (!) (n = 92)... with a total sample of 376 dogs here and a combined allele frequency of 0.61 B alleles. we can translate that to say all the non-black alleles (so the remaining fraction needed to make 100% of all the alleles) shakes out with these numbers for the pan-b allele we really care about:

UK show: 0.36

US field: 0.51

US show: 0.17

overall: 0.39

since the formula for the overall proportion of chocolate dogs would be p(bb) * p(B_) (probability of two copies of b = liver AND probability of at least one copy of E for not-yellow)...

easier to score this as p(b allele)^2 (which is the HW phenotypic relationship) and 1-p(y)^2 for the probability of NOT being yellow...

so that would come out with ratios of chocolate phenotypes such within each subpopulation:

UK show: (0.36^2) * (1-0.46^2) = 10.2% of all labs chocolate

US field: (0.51^2) * (1-0.61^2) = 16.3 % of all labs chocolate

US show: (0.17^2) * (1-0.75^2) = 1.3% of all labs chocolate

overall: (0.39^2) * (1-0.60^2) = 9.7 % of all labs chocolate

now I suspect very much that this is NOT the case because of chocolate lab breeders and of course you can selectively breed for anything forever. but this is probably why in many circles chocolate dogs have a reputation for not being "good" dogs: purpose bred lab communities tend not to have them pop up too much and . and especially this is probably driven by how much you give a shit about "yellow chocolates" bc the US show circuit is apparently AGGRESSIVELY trying to minimize the odds there, given that the US show circuit seems to be going in very heavily on yellows.

fuck this paper is awesome actually, it has some really interesting conclusions about breed ancestry and rare allelic variants that indicate deeper relationships. fuckin love that.

[thepurplemartian]

Tooth-rotting sweetness

Mitsuri x GN reader (KNY)

The love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanjori was well known for her immense beauty and tooth-rooting sweet personality. But those who spend more time with the girl would know about her impressive strength, and to some, even more impressive eating habits. 

To say Y/N didn’t fall head over heels in love with her would be nothing but a lie. The fear of working for One of the Hashirs, the strongest of the demon slayer corps, faded the instant they were tasked with finding the girl and serving her meal. Mitsuri was training by herself when Y/N found her, and couldn’t help but watch for a few moments at how her muscles flexed with each swing of her bendy sword, a truly mesmerizing sight to behold for their tired eyes that were used to the same strong men and weak girls. Mitsuri soon noticed their presence and after assuring her that they weren’t at all weirded out by her, she invited them to eat with her.

“Meals are best when shared with a friend.” 

She said, and from them on you ate together whenever possible, those were always their favorite meals. 

Time passed and what started as a crush, erupted into full love sickness. They would follow her around like a lost puppy, and when she needed anything, Y/N would be on it with no hesitation. Both retrieved and returned more attention from the other more than anyone else in their lives, and neither minded that fact.

Tonight however Mitsuri was coming back from a long mission and Y/N was going to make sure everything went perfect for their love. Without any hesitation the Hashira jumped into a big hug that the ladder wasn’t surprised by but also wasn’t quite ready for, hands hovering in the air awkwardly for a moment before returning to her embrace, feeling her comforting warmth for a hug that would have been too long if it were anyone else. 

Y/N then escorted her inside, trying to dodge as many people as possible before they made it to Mitsuris room, which Y/N made sure was prepped with a comfortable Yukata and plenty of her favorite snacks. After she changed, during which she was adamant that her arms were sore so she had Y/N assist her, they sat down on the mat on the floor, enjoying eachothers company as she talked about new food she tried and they talked about what needed to be done while she was gone. The snacks were long gone very shortly into the talk, and soon enough, it was time for dinner. Y/N started walking to retrieve the meal when Mitsuri stopped them.

“Come here for a second.” She said, voice stern but still incredibly sweet. Her face however had a hint of mischief that they didn’t quite trust, but nonetheless they still did as she commanded. The girl made grabby hands and her suspicious face made sense, without much fuss, they walked back in front of her. She started making grabby hands and as soon as they took hers, they were dragged back down, now on top of her. Y/N tried to express how startled they were but the sound got stuck in their throat, instead coming out as a gasp rather than something cooler. Mitsuri giggles and repositions them so they're sitting on her lap, legs wrapped around her waist as their arms just froze in the air yet again, helpless without their love's guidance.  The female on the other hand wasted no time with bringing them closer, running a finger down the other spine, causing a shiver, but no attempt to escape. So she continued, moving her hands with grace and gentle care to Y/Ns hair, feeling how soft it was.

Y/N finally relaxed, giving in and slowly migrating down resting just above their legs as they simultaneously nuzzled their face into the crook of her neck. She smelt like honey, peaches,  dango and everything sweet and good in the world. 

“I missed you a lot, I was worried we wouldn’t get to eat together anymore.”

Mitsuri breathed as though if she were too loud Y/N would run away like a scared kitten. Y/N could barely even manage a hum of acknowledgement, their brain short circuiting. The girl sighed with a mix of both sadness and love, pressing a soft kiss against the top of their head.

The two stayed in that position in silence for a long moment until Y/N seemingly regained their mental capability and tried to squirm away, a signal they had reached their limit. Mitsuri obliged, looking them in their eyes before releasing them from her hold. Shakily they stood up, the girl following their movements almost exactly except she wasn’t 1/8th as frazzled as them. 

“The, the-uh food. I'm going to get, for you.”

They managed out, quickly turning around and moving stiffly. 

“Uh-huh,” The Hashira giggled. “One last thing, honey.”

Grabbing them from behind she smoothly made her way to their neck, holding their waist as she pressed her lips to their neck. Y/N paused, not even breathing. Y/N could feel Mitsuri smirking against their skin, and a visible shiver took their whole body as they softly whined. Taking the hint and respecting her love, Mitsuri left one peck on their cheek and sat back down, proud of what she had accomplished without them completely disintegrating or something.

Y/N slid the door shut behind them, leaning against it for a moment to regain their composure before going out in front of the other people around them.

(Drops this here gives you a forehead kiss then goes back into my hole)

[balloonboyismyson]

Monty: So... Just the two of us... Whadya wanna do?

Y/N: Makeout

Monty: Huh

Y/N: Like right now.

Monty: O- *little short circuit* OKAY!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE GOD I LOVE Y/Ns LIKE THIS

Monty: So uh, what d'ya wanna do?

Y/N, closing the greenroom's curtain: You.

[crystxl16]

EVERYONE MET MY TADC OC, MARVELLA!! (both in her art and gacha ver)

Age:27

Pronounce:she/they

Personality:intelligent,a big full of herself,yet kind (to some people) cheerful and funny

Occupation:magician

Likes: doing magic,reading, flowers and putting on a show for the another

Dislike:caine,fear of being attracted,darkness

How she got to the digital circuit: athough she got to the digital circus after gangle first arrival, her entrance were...different she was still concerned about the jake in the box it was only been stuck there until Kinger and Queenie help her get out

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