#and yelling about wild trains and stuff

[weaverofink]

I like to think that the northern tribes are actually relatively normal and it's just York that acts this way & everyone let's him because he's very large and very strong

[always-a-joyful-note]

Thinking Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun thoughts and realising that, actually, Romantic Killer And GSNK are basically the same show/manga but different flavours (shonens parodying shoujos from a place of respect but also giving absolutely zero respect at all, the bit >>>> romance, okay there's a little romance and it's cute but the bit is still more important, physical humour, evil small creature (tanuki vs potato wizard))

[multiversal-pudding]

A fun Danny Phantom idea:

One of those “mediums tormented by the fact they can’t turn Off the ability to see ghosts” types moves to Amity, and for the most part, it’s great! Like yeah maybe there’s still ghosts everywhere, but now they can react normally, because finally for once in their life everyone else sees the ghosts too. Granted, judging from what everyone else says it sounds like they’re seeing significantly tamer humanoid proper-manifestations than the near-incomprehensible masses of emotion, spectral energy, and whatever that particular spirit’s associated with they’re used to seeing, but eh- between how jaded they are to seeing stuff like that after all these years and the fact that in practice the response of “GTFO” tends to be applicable regardless of whether you’re dealing with a poltergheist in overalls who likes hucking boxes at people, a giant robot guy who’s yelling about world domination, or reality breaking fever dream vomit, it’s not too big a deal

…There’s just ooooone little problem

Which is that when people look at the Fenton’s youngest kid and when people see local town hero/cryptid The Phantom, clearly everyone ELSE is seeing two different people/entities, but in their case, all they see is the same wild plasma-lightning living tear in reality either way, and they’re afraid if they mix the two “identities” up they’re either A) gonna fuck up some poor kid’s life/put him and those around him in danger, B) piss off a very powerful spirit whose repeatedly proven why that’s a very bad idea, or C) both-

(Bonus points if it’s some completely mundane guy like Ted the Bus Driver/ the county deputy in training/ some poor janitor who’d be reasonably expected to come in contact with either one fairly frequently-)

[luimagines]

Omg requests are open!!! Remember to take care of yourself! And 3 requests per person you are so generous!

Anyways how about.... The chain with a stressed out college modern student lmao (maybe they're studying to become a veterinarian, because that's what I'm going to college for this year lol👀)

Remember to take care of yourself and take your time💕💕💞

Oh goodness, this took forever to get to. Um... So how'd your school year go?! Did you start the second year already?

Masterlist

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"GGAAHHH!!!" You yell into your hands, rubbing them over your face and into your hair, trying to not pull it right out of your scalp.

"....I guess they're dead." Wild shrugs unhelpfully, walking calmly past you.

Sky picks up your fallen book, giving you an amused, if concerned look. "Problem?"

"It's too much stuff." You groan, taking the book back. "You know, when I chose to be a vet tech I didn't think it would consist of overloading my brain until it felt like it was leaking out of my ears."

"What's a vet tech?" Wind hops to your side, peering over your arm to get a better look at your book. He has no idea what it says but there's a cute picture of a dog on the front. The book is also very shiny and colorful. He has no idea what it's about.

"A doctor." You say, deciding to put your text book in your bag. "But for animals."

"Think you can take a look at Epona at some point then?" Twilight asks from somewhere to your left. you can't even look at him, your head hurts.

"I guess?" You rub your temples. "I'm still learning and there's only so much my textbook has on horses. But I can try. I'd need some experience anyway."

Hyrule stops and calmly activates the healing spell on his hands. Your head ache goes away at once.

You turn to him gratefully. "Traveler, I'd kill to have that ability of yours."

He smirks. "It's rather convenient, but I thought doctors were healers. No killing for you."

You stick your tongue out at him. He remains unapologetic.

Time puts a hand on your shoulder. "If you need more experience with horses, you're always free to take a look at our horses at Lon Lon."

"For free?" You deadpan.

He meets you head on. "We only pay the professionals, not the trainees."

You pout harder. "I hate that. I get it. But I hate it."

He chuckles.

Four rolls his shoulders and checks your hip simply because he can. "So what's that book about? Animals?"

"It's my text book." You say, patting your bag where it sits safely tucked away. "It has all the information I would need for my classes and then some." You rub your eyes again. "I swear I'm going t have this entire book memorized before I get home. I had a test on Tuesday for crying out loud."

"It's admirable that you're still studying though." Four smirks at you.

"Studying, the only words that very blatantly describes the acts of students dying." You grumble.

Warrior laughs out loud an smacks your back, nearly sending you careening into the gravel trail face first. "I remember those days. I couldn't wait to get away from the desk and on to the field!"

"Yeah?" You say, relaxing a little more at the common experience. "What for?"

"Knight training of course." He shrugs. "Had to learn the laws like the back of our hands. Fighting came after."

"I remember that." Sky stretches his arms over his head. "Hated it."

"No time like the present." Legend shrugs. "You're on the field now whether you like it or not. Nothing like learning on the job."

Somehow, you don't feel like that bodes well for you. "Remember, I'm studying animals, not people."

"We're not all that different though." He pops his back. Legend looks at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye. "You might want to give a check up to Wolfie too, while you're at it."

You smile. "Dogs I can do. Horses will have to wait a little more."

Twilight throws something at Legend head, but you don't know why.

[serxinns]

Hi! I was wondering if u can do a normal class 1a x reader platonic hc’s? Like readers quirk is like briar from league of legends and readers pretty sweet but scares class 1a a lil

I haven't did fucking headcannons In a WHILE I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer I do not know much about this character so if I mischaraterize something then I'm sorry

•ever since you transferred to Ua, they always thought you were a bit weird, especially when you 1st introduced yourself. It was a wild one.

•"Hello, the names y/n l/n and I think blood is tasty!" There was a sudden silence in the class a couple of sweat drops formed on some of the students while you just casually smiled like what you said was completely normal... oh boy it was gonna be a long but fun ride for sure

•your 1st ever companions were Mina and Denki the three of you matched each other's energy and chaoticness it was like 2 dumbasses and one less of a dumbass the 3 of you would get into the most shit like one time you convince Kirishima that he could be a hammer so you somehow got a big nail and test it out resulting in Kirishima knocked out and you 3 getting scolded by and yelled at by katsuki , making iida realizing he has to deal with an extra chaotic person now

• Next was Kirishima your victim I mean your friend you can count on Kirishima was quick to like you due to your lay loose and enthusiastic behavior making him want to be you at times two whenever the two of you trained together you were encouraged each other Kirishima especially and whenever he feels insecure you would encourage him and make sure he's a strong manly man he is! Yall two are just loveable idiots

•Shoto and you had a strange yet wholesome friendship at 1st. Shoto was uncomfortable and cold towards you, which you didn't mind, and you respected his boundaries, but it all clicked when he saw you eating soba. "You like soba?" You turned to face the expressionless boy with a bright smile. "Of course! I even like it with sesame oil, grilled chicken, and a yummy fried egg! Want some?" You reached into the fridge and handed him an extra soba pack and that's how your friendship began even without the soba he thinks ur a pretty interesting person to talk to even with your bizarre talks

"Omg bro you look like that penguin dude from sanrio!"

"I have a cousin name sanrio?"

•next was Ochako she's a tiny bit scared of you at 1st worrying you might get her blood (cough cough flashbacks with toga) but you quickly reassured her that you wouldn't do it without permission which makes her feel a bit better after a bit of time and communicating with each other she starts to feel a bit comfortable with you like would invite you to her room for advice and stuff and the two if you would go out at night to watch the stars with some other students like tsuyu or maybe Tokoyami her most favorite activity is to tell space facts to you (I hc her as a space geek)

•Momo was always your go to whenever you need help with a test and she acts like she's annoyed with it but she genuinely enjoys your company you may the studying sessions fun and interesting for her whenever there's a big test that you forgot to study about all you had to do was go to her dorm and give her the puppy eyes and if she sighs you know that's a instant she then help you study mostly you just copying her notes and make SURE you get a Good grade if not she's gonna make you test the test again untill you get a good grade but outside of studying she spoils you with gifts and more to show off to your other classmates and invites you and the girls for a tea party which ends up quite chaotic

•Jirou was your music bestie you and her trade music Playlists like it's Halloween candy you like cutely but with disturbing music types of songs while jirou like cozy, calm, and peaceful genre but she admits your types of songs are amazing! But you sometimes scare her with your type of music one time she overheard your headphones blasting some sort of innocent cheery music talking about "we'll be together forever!" She thought it was cute so she asked you what song it was and you told her the lyrics and..

"Hey y/n what's the title of that song is sounds catchy?"

"So you became the moon!"

"Awww that's sounds pretty cute whats it about anyways?"

"It's about two kids drowning in a frozen late and they became together in heaven!"

"...you know what that's probably one of the tamest songs you played knowing you I'll take it"

Yea let's just say she was used to your kooky creepy music but she didn't mind, as long as that song slaps she's jamming it with you!

•Bakugo and you were fucking CHAOTIC rivals like yall two would never get along especially when the two of you 1st met you and bakugo would make a competition out of everything to the point he stopped paying attention to izuku at times which he doesn't know if he should be worried for blessed maybe both but the two of you will cause a storm one time yall wanted played Mario party with sero, and sato to see who was the best and it esuclated fast everyone in the class were rooting for you or bakugo even most of class 1b joined in on this making bets and momomeven making merch of this, shit was like a football game but unfortunately it was cut short by a angry aizawa with fuzzy bunny slippers with a hello kitty pajamas (don't even ask) but after thst night the two of you became popular

▪︎ but aside from then bakugo secretly respects you your determination and you wanting to give your all makes him admire that somehow so be bugs you everyday for now on wanting to see that determination again even the rest of the class started to notice and tease him about it which pissed him off

• Izuku isn't at all scared by you but rather is intrigued by your personality and quirk when you 1st introduced yourself he asked alot of questions about you, how your quirk operates, kind of quirk is it, do you drink animal blood-? He wants to know everything and you let him, you and him will chat each other's ears off about your favorite pro hero's and sometimes even go out to hunt for rare hero merch, you even helped izuku by participating in the black Friday event to get a all might themed ice cream maker that he has this day thanks to you if it wasn't for you punching that Karen, he cherished that ice cream maker to this day and even host ice cream parties here and there the two of you basically shared it

• But overall you were their chaotic sibing that are willing to protect, defend, and come to your aid even if it's your fault and out on the battle field you were a beast out there that one time when you, jirou, momo and denki, beat a bunch of villians you didn't know your arm was broken untill you pointed out momo and jirou freaked out while denki ran to get some aid but strangely you weren't bothered by it rather you were joking about it

Momo- "it's ok y/n help it's on the way stay put stay calm"

Jirou - just take deep breaths and count to 10-

"I wonder if I can sling it around will it spin freely"

Both- wtf-

• Yea you were a werid bitch but you were there werid bitch and they wouldn't trade you for the world

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 29- Zoro x Reader (Facesitting/overstimulation)

*Requested by reader ;) *

        If there was one thing that was hard to keep on the Sunny Go, it was a secret. With how small the crew was, it was bound that someone will find out whatever secret was being hidden. Which was why you and Zoro had to work harder than anyone else to make sure no one knew that the two of your were dating. It might literally be the end of both your worlds if the others find out. There would be no privacy in your lives at all.

        Luffy would be asking too many questions. Sanji would refuse to allow the two of you near each other at all. Nami and Robin would want to get all the details out of you about Zoro. Chopper would be giving you more check ups since you and Zoro were sexually active. Oh, that would be the worst if the others find out about that part. Zoro loved his sex. He liked to say it was a special form of training that only the two of you could do. Hell, you loved it too.

        Zoro had talent when it came to his tongue. Honestly, you were surprised the first time he ate you out. You were such a wreck after he fucked you that night that Chopper was very worried for your health. You couldn't move from the bed for two days. Zoro loved to test your limits with him. He would make sure you were so fucked out before he drilled his massive cock into your poor, overstimulated cunt. You never complained, you just wanted to make sure that you weren't too loud. Sometimes, Zoro had to stuff your mouth with his bandana to make sure no one heard your loud moans.

"We're getting closer to the island!" Usopp yelled out. Nami started to count their funds,

"Who's going to watch the ship while we get supplies?"

"I will," You said with a chirp. Zoro yawned as he woke up from his nap,

"Me too," He muttered before falling back asleep. You chuckled and kept poking his cheek, "I'm trying to go back to sleep,"

"But you need to stay up to protect me~" 

"Oi! Moss-Head! The lady is right!" Sanji spat, making his way over to Zoro.

        A smile curled against your lips as you watched Zoro and Sanji argue with each other. You guys had to play it cool. Every time you all landed on an island was free fucking time. Either the two of you stayed on the ship or went to the island to a motel. It was the only time where Zoro could go all out and hear your moans. 

        Once everyone was off the ship, both you and Zoro did a through check. It was clear! The two of you hurried to the lookout post, since Zoro mainly stayed up there and got ready. You got the mat set up and watched as Zoro moved his weights aside. You couldn't help but giggle at his complaints. Approaching him from behind, you kissed his back,

"Awe, sorry for waking you up~"

"You owe me," Zoro huffed, turning towards you, "And I have just the idea."

        You whined as Zoro spent no time waiting. His hands already rested on your breasts while he hungerly kissed you. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he grinded his harden erection against your cunt. Your body was already starting to warm up with his tough touches. This was the only time Zoro can go wild. He always kept testing the limits when they were sailing. 

        Your body trembled under Zoro's touch as he pinned you against the mast, rutting his hips into yours. You could feel your panties growing damper as his hands worked feverishly. Zoro trailed his tongue down from your lips to your neck, wanting to taste every part of you. You were already moaning from the friction of your clothing. You just wanted him to hurry and fuck you. 

        You gasped lowly as Zoro started to rub your slit. He had your nipple in his mouth while his hands started to touch your sensitive bud. You whimpered and moan to his touch, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. You loved how hot he made you, how wet you got. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you moved your hips slightly, wanting more. Zoro chuckled in response as he bit you nipple, sliding your pants down. He licked down your side, grabbing your panties with his teeth and pulling them down.

"Z-Zoro!" You whined as he held you panties with his teeth.

        Zoro just smirked as he guided you towards him. He took his clothes off and sat on the mat, pulling you down. His eyes focused on your dripping sex, watching it start to twitch in anticipation. Zoro licked his lips in response and laid down, pulling your pussy to his face. Your cheeks burned read as Zoro sat you on his face, holding your hips down. You tried to complain and argue, but moaned loudly instead as his tongue started to swirl around your cunt.

"Zoro~!" You cried out, shaking in pleasure.

"You owe me, remember."

        You whimpered at the vibration of him talking against your pussy. Zoro's grip against you waist was tight, making sure that you did not move. Your breathe shuddered slightly as you focused on his tongue. Zoro was fucking talented alright. Holding that third sword in his mouth sure meant something. His tongue was dancing around your folds, exploring every inch of your pussy. Like a starved man, Zoro ate you out. You moaned loudly as his tongue entered your hole, causing you to cum hard.

        Zoro grunted in response, lapping up the mess you made on him. You squirmed slightly, but Zoro refused to have you move. His tongue kept ravishing your poor cunt, making sure that nothing was left untouched. You moans grew more erratic as Zoro rubbed your clit. He was about to make you cum again. Your vision started to blur as you trembled against his face. Zoro's tongue entered your dripping hole, exploring your insides. You whined as you felt your high returning.

"Z-Zoro~ P-Please!" You begged.

        Zoro moved you ever so slightly, his mouth now sucking against you clit. He focused on your fucked out face, enjoying the way he was making you break for him. You body was made for him to eat, fuck and destroy. Every orgasm you had was for him. Every moan was only for him. Zoro groaned as his erection was starting to grow painful. He watched as you cried from another orgasm. Your heavy breathing was a good sign.

"Alright, now for the main course," He said, licking his lips.

        You laid on your face, panting heavily from your second orgasm. You whimpered as Zoro spread your legs, your cunt clenching to nothing but air. You could barely focus on him. You arched your back, moaning loudly as Zoro started to slide his cock into you. Your eyes rolled back as he started to rut into you. His thrusts hard and deep. His grip was tight as he slammed himself into you, wanting to hear you cry his name. You did, but that was all you could really do. You body was shaking from the overstimulation.

"Z-Zo...s'much....ah...Zoro~" You babbled, bouncing to every thrust. Zoro kissed your neck, inhaling at each moan,

"What's too much? I haven't even cummed yet," He chuckled, teasing you. You whined, reaching another orgasm,

"S'good, hah....Zo...ro...m-more~" You begged.

"That's right, can't ever get enough."

        Zoro raised your hips slightly, enjoying the moment. Your cunt kept squeezing his cock, desperate for his cum. You were a moaning mess, unable to come up with a single sentence. All you could do was say his name and make those sexy noises. Zoro grunted as he started to reach his high. He rubbed your clit, wanting to have you cum again for him. He loved it when he got to see you all fucked out. You were always so beautiful after he ravished you.

        Zoro groaned as you tighten around his cock. He fasten his pace, ripping more of your sweet, delicious moans. He exhaled heavily before releasing his load inside your womb. Doing a few slow thrusts, Zoro made sure to empty everything into you. He took a moment to catch his breathe, before reaching for one of the waters he kept aside.

"C'mon," He lifted you up, planting you on his lap, "Drink up,"

        You muffled lowly, drinking the water with Zoro's help. He kissed you once more before taking his share of the water. You nuzzled your head into his chest, complaining quietly about him being too rough. Zoro just chuckled in response as his hands stroked your body once more. He hummed lowly,

"Just one more," He whispered, kissing your ear. 

"Mhpm, fine," You gave in.

        Zoro had you on your knees, rubbing your ass as he viewed your pussy. It was still dripping with both your juices and his cum. Zoro smirked as he smacked your ass, entering your abused hole once more. You whined in response, shaking under his touch as his cock filled you once more. He was so deep inside. His cock was pushing back his hot cum inside you. You gripped onto the mat, moaning as Zoro started his charade of rough thrusts.

        No matter how much you complained, you loved how Zoro fucked you. How full he made you and easy you were to bend to his will. You curled your toes, clenching to his dick as Zoro smacked your ass again. How good he made you feel. Your body was already reaching its limit with how many times he made you orgasm. The sheer amount of pleasure you felt was going to keep you in bed for the next few hours for sure. 

"The others probably won't be back for another few hours. We have all the time in the world to let loose," Zoro said with a smirk as he slapped himself into you deeper, "I wonder how full I can really make you?"

"Z-Zoro!" You cried out, reaching another orgasm. Zoro smacked your ass again, watching you shake,

"That's right, scream my name. I want to make sure the whole island hears you."

        You cried out as Zoro cam inside you again. You swore you saw stars this time. His dick twitched inside you as he kept thrusting. Your legs were already giving out. Zoro was the one holding you up as he kept pounding your poor cunt. Your face was rested against the mat, moaning to each thrust.

"Mr. Swordsman, Miss (Y/N), Nami and I are about to return." Robin said as her mouth appeared against the window.

"Fuck! How long have they known?!" Zoro cussed out.

        You couldn't even comprehend what was happening. All you knew was that Zoro's thrusts were now more erratic and quick. He pressed your whole body against the mat, rutting himself into you. You felt yourself fade out as you cam hard once more. Zoro on the other hand, groaned lowly as he gave you one last load. He slowly pulled out, panting heavily as he got himself dressed. Grabbing your clothes, Zoro fixed you up, having you sleep against him.

"Great, (Y/N) is going to blame me for them knowing."

[alittlebitofloveliness]

The Outsiders as Modern Fast Food Employees

Based on stuff I have seen/done at work

-The management very clearly have a 'brand' about who works out front, so stereotypically 'pretty' people are usually interacting with customers and everyone else gets banished to the grill (this is a real thing that happened at my work. We have one token dude who works at the front and the rest of us are all rosy cheeked young girls with long hair. Seriously, put me and most of my female coworkers together we look scarily similar) POINT IS Soda, Ponyboy, and Angela would all get to work front of house

-Steve works grill and he's the coworker everyone likes for no reason, he's just chill and good at what he does and helps out when front of house is swamped without needing to be asked or being a dick about it

-Every fast food place has one good manager and one evil manager (it's a canon event ok) and as long as the evil manager isn't working Steve lets everyone working eat some of the leftover fries before he chucks them each night

-Ponyboy found a mouse in the walk in pantry once and took it home in a cup to keep as a pet. Darry wouldn't let him, so Curly agreed to foster it for him, and now they relentlessly refer to it as 'the baby'. Newly hired coworkers are always confused and a little concerned because are they actually gay teen parents? No, they're just dumbasses, but no one tells the new hires that because it's fun to see how long it takes them to figure out they're cooing about a pet MOUSE not a human child

-Everyone chats and shit talks over the headsets all the time, even though they're not supposed to. Since Curly and Angela speak spanish but no one else does, they shit talk about the evil manager when she's there, and tell her they're talking about their brother if she ever asks what they're going on about

-Sodapop hates working drive through but gets it almost every shift since he's one of the few people trained to do it

-Two-bit is that guy who's technically employed but has like...one scheduled shift a week and still calls in all the time

-Theres a group chat where the schedule gets shared but only Soda and Steve ever use it, and never for it's intended purpose

-Angela can cry on command and anytime a customer starts to complain about anything she immediately bursts into tears. As soon as the customer leaves she stops

-Angela's customer service voice is already high pitched (we love customer service voice woohoo) but when she's working drive through it's so shrill its a wonder anyone can understand her

-Darry has his other jobs so he definitely wouldn't work where the rest of them work but he's that family member that stops by all the time and chates to soda and/or pony for half an hour and everyone else is annoyed 'cause they gotta pick up the slack.

-Dallas also wouldn't work with them because that man could NOT do customer service but him and Tim could drop by all the time and be really nice to the workers but yell at other customers. Someone is letting their kid run wild in the lobby? Tim's scolding that kid AND their mother. Some old guy is bring curt with the staff? Dally's gonna be more than curt to him

-Johnny would be a doordash/skip driver but he's at the store so often that everyone greets him by name and kinda treats him like an honorary employee

[tyxoxo]

ohhh in that case, can i request poly relationship with jeno and jaemin + double penetration? and maybe both of them being really touchy with each other

warnings: fruity nomin, dp, anal, rimming, oral (f&m receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, degrading, butt plugs

a/n: this is vastly different from what i envisioned in my head, which isn’t a bad thing. i just had 2 different versions sitting in my docs, contemplating on which one to follow through with. and i decided to go out of my comfort zone and choose the one with a lil’ crack. hope you enjoy!! 

@n0hyuck bless u boo! 🫶🏾

Jeno and Jaemin couldn’t hide the shock on their faces, in fact, they were flabbergasted.

You had just suggested to try out their most sought out fantasy, without even knowing.

“Wait, are you serious?” Jeno eyed your lips, making sure he read them right. Meanwhile, Jaemin began to salivate, knowing he heard you right. 

“Yeah! I mean… I know how much you love anal, and I know how much you love creampies, so why not?” 

You pointed with your head as the three of you sat along the love seat, labeling Jeno for the former and Jaemin for the latter. 

“Okay but babe, you do realize that’s a tight fit, especially for two holes?!” Jaemin held up the number 2 sign in front of his face, being careful to not drop his bowl of ice cream that he purposefully let melt before taking a spoonful.

“I knowww, but…I wanna try. I don’t care if I have to tap out or take breaks. As long as I try, i’m happy. Wouldn’t you be too?” 

You turned your head back and forth rather violently, searching their expressions for any sort of giving. Praying that they would atleast try this with you. 

Something told you in the pit of your stomach that they were only acting surprised for the sake of not blowing their devious cover. There were too many times to count that you suggested trying something new and hearing a flurry of questions about “where this came about?” Only to discover later that they were waiting on you to make the first move. 

None of this meant they weren’t experimental. It just meant that they were verifying that you were sure you wanted to take both of their huge cocks at the same time…or indulge in any other wild fantasy that crossed your mind.

Jeno paused upon taking his third bite of his ice cream, lips barely touching the cold, metal utensil. You kept your eyes trained on your pup boyfriend, watching as he leaned forward to look past you and at the bunny that was to your left.

“Are we deciding or are we just gonna sit here and stuff our faces full of ice cream?”

You broke the silence, head falling backwards in an annoyed sigh. Maybe this is where they drew the line. But based on the amount of times you all spooned together, sweat slicked bodies kissing sloppily on your shared bed, 

how was this any different, besides the addition of some double penetration.

“We’ll do it.” Jaemin made the final call, holding in a smug grin as he slurped his Neapolitan ice cream straight from the bowl.

“What! Really?!” You jumped in your seat, causing Jeno to clutch his bowl for dear life, in fear of spilling his dairy treat.

“Yes, now go get yourself ready. You’ll need all the preparation you can get.” Jeno’s tone had turned serious, reminding you that this wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

You hurriedly rose from the couch, grabbing your long finished bowl of ice cream to put in the kitchen sink.

“Okay!! Give me twenty!!” You yelled, the last bit of your sentence turning into a yelp upon Jeno giving a harsh slap to your ass as you skipped off to the kitchen.

The rush of adrenaline would only grow bigger the more you prepared. And hopefully it would be enough to drown out your embarrassment if this ended up being a massive fail. 

—

As soon as you closed the door to your shared bedroom, you darted towards the chest that was always kept underneath the bed. In it, was an assortment of toys, collars, and most pertinent to tonight’s events, butt plugs.

Over the months of making things official with this “whole throuple thing”, it only took a few weeks to train yourself up to the various sizes of plugs. Even with three inches in diameter being the largest, it was nowhere near the girth of your partners, not by a long shot. And trying to find anything larger proved futile, even with the help of Jeno’s advanced internet surfing skills.

You rummaged through the box, eventually grabbing the glimmering metal toy. All five of them adorned a heart shape at the base, with rose gold being the unanimous color of choice for every single one. 

You tugged along your bottom lip, heart dropping into your stomach at the realization that this was really happening; that they would stuff both your holes full tonight. 

With a firm grip on the toy, you powerwalked out of the room to the bathroom, beginning your prep that had no guarantee of being 100% advantageous, but the least you could do was keep the positivity alive,

for your asshole’s sake.  

By the time you finished, it was well past twenty minutes. But it was worth it. You did all of the proper washing, and freshening up, in addition to welcoming the toy inside your puckering hole. 

You hoped that Jeno or Jaemin didn’t hear you gasp from the pressure as you inserted it slowly. But considering the Shonen anime blasting from the living room tv, you were drowned out accordingly. 

With a brief, mental pep talk, you stood up quickly to force yourself through the initial discomfort. Staring at your now-naked figure in the mirror helped the tightness subside, albeit at a snail’s pace. 

The amount of times you jogged through the house at times like these were too many to recall, but it was all part of your jittery excitement. Jaemin was the first to notice you frolic back to the bedroom with your clothes in hand, slamming the bedroom door to get their attention.

He nudged Jeno square in the oblique, dragging his boyfriend’s attention from yet another anime opening. 

“She is something else…” Jaemin chuckled with a shake of his head, even rubbing his eyes to accentuate his amusement.

“Well I hope she’s ready. It’s been well over twenty minutes and i’m catching blue balls just sitting here…” Jeno palmed himself, veins tensing along the hand that he used to pat down his obvious boner.

He sounded annoyed, but all in good fun, or atleast Jaemin hoped so. Because otherwise, he would split you in half if another minute passed. 

“I think she’s good now. Let’s go check.”

Jaemin grabbed the remote, turning off the tv while Jeno headed down the hall to the bedroom. The bunny followed close behind, eyes lowering to view his pups tiny waist that flashed through his oversized tank top.

Upon opening the door, their mouths almost dropped. You were already getting to work, legs butterflied out on the king sized mattress: one hand rubbing along your clit and the other tugging at your raised nipple with every subtle roll of your hips. 

Jeno and Jaemin always took a moment to bless their investment in a huge mattress, allowing all sorts of fun to be had without the worry of tumbling overboard.

You felt the bed dip from both of their weights combined, smiling with your eyes closed to let your wild imagination run free. Just like you guessed, it seemed that Jeno was the one to your left, attacking your chest with open-mouthed kisses and fiery touches. You could tell just by the coarseness of his fingertips, roughed up from hours of practicing guitar. 

Your back arched into his suckling lips, and even further into Jaemin’s touch as he cupped your cheek, turning you slightly towards him for a searing kiss.

You could still taste the remnants of his ice cream, which was surprising considering the time had passed. But based on his love for the dessert, there was no doubt he went for back seconds in that timeframe.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling cooled off from the iciness of his tongue. 

Electric shocks surged from your tummy, all the way down to your core as you felt their hands interlock and make the journey together. 

You let their fingers replace yours, raising and swinging your arms back behind their heads to guide them towards your lips. 

What followed left you speechless, too breathless to even keep up with their tongues that explored every inch of your mouth. With more than just two people, lip smacking filled the room, maximizing the filth that you loved and craved so much…

The way their combined fingers worked your pussy caused you to pull back for air, chest rising and falling in copious amounts. But you were finally able to see your two treasures, multi-tasking while they devoured each other's mouths. 

Saliva began to pool along the corners, spilling past their jawlines and ending up in droplets on your ribs.

Your head fell back, but not without a whine that rang up to the ceiling above. 

It was all considered a dream, to be able to witness moments like these. And for them to be so in tune with each other, practically rubbing your clit in the same speed and intensity was enough to make your juices flow onto the sheets below. 

Jeno was the one to break the kiss, leaning forward to get a full view of your drenched hole clenching around air, begging to be filled with anything that offered a release.

His clothed cock was poking against your thigh as he lay there watching you wiggle under their united touches; his second head overly eager to move things along. Jeno always had the least amount of patience out of the three, but he could hold out on his aching cock to watch as he buried his fingers deep into your pussy.

He raised his head back up towards you this time, eyes scanning the way you tugged at your bottom lip, the way your eyes screamed “fill me up, please.”

As he descended his tongue to yours, you felt his middle and ring fingers push past your lips, easily sliding inside your wet hole at first. He swallowed the moans that fell from your mouth, tongues darting out consistently to wrap around each other. 

Jaemin sucked along your neck, setting as many lovebites as he could while rubbing your clit in circles. 

“How does it feel Nono?” Jaemin hummed behind your right ear, kissing anywhere that hadn’t had proper attention.

“Bitch can barely take my fingers.” 

Jeno growled into your mouth as he struggled to bury his digits to the knuckle, not even caring if his words weren’t coherent enough for Jaemin to hear through his lustful kisses. 

“Let me feel…” The bunny propositioned, wanting to see just how tight you really were. 

Jeno obliged, switching places so smoothly, like they had done this exact scenario before. 

Jaemin accompanied you now, sliding in slower than Jeno but with just as much enthusiasm. 

“You’re so tight love, and we haven’t even seen your pretty little ass. Are you sure you can take us both?” Jaemin cooed against the curve of your armpit, finding more places to plant tender kisses.

You knew all too well that Jaemin wanted his teasing to get to your head; to happily ruin your decorum in exchange for a cum slut that kept begging for more. 

“I c-can, I can do it.” Your voice barely came out in a sigh against Jeno’s tongue, feeling your orgasm creeping closer in the depths of your walls.

With the onslaught of pleasure, you felt yourself crumbling between your two treasures. They both quickened their pace, Jeno even slapping your clit in unpredictable bouts of energy.

“Prove it.”  Jeno spoke through the harsh slaps, the height of his hand getting higher and higher as you responded to the addictive sting. 

They both carried you to your release, with Jaemin adorning a cheeky grin to complement his almighty foreplay. Jeno was already at work undressing himself, keeping his eyes on your climax in the process; not wanting to lose sight of what he considered lewd art.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Jaemin brought his drenched fingers up from your core, letting all three of you admire the way his digits shined under the dim light. 

Jeno was naked by the time he saw Jaemin play with your juices; his own essence shining along the tip of his cock. 

You had just started to come down from your high, breath being swept away yet again upon seeing Jaemin scissor his fingers in midair. Your juices spread like delicious sap, clinging to the webs of his fingers with every alternating motion. 

No other words were spoken as Jeno grasped Jaemin’s wrist, bringing his boyfriend’s glistening fingers up to his drooling tongue. 

There’s no way you could’ve prepared yourself for that—witnessing Jeno suck Jaemin’s fingers clean like it was tonic. Staring at you with hooded eyes, with a look of pure ecstasy.  

The subtle pop as he finished was the last you could recall before a flurry of motions swirled past your body. Jeno managed to flip you onto your stomach within seconds, rushing to get behind you so he could see if your training paid off.

You automatically perked your ass in the air, settling with a downward dog while you waited for Jaemin to undress. 

Jeno’s tip kept leaking, like a steady heartbeat now that he saw your butt plug. You’ve worn them before, but it was as if he relived the very first time he ever saw you with it—the rose gold metal and how it sat so perfectly inside you. 

absolutely mesmerizing…like it was made for you. 

Jeno fell to his knees, hands immediately coming up to knead the soft flesh of your ass. You wiggled your hips in response, along with a subtle whimper from his intense massage. The way you shook it effortlessly, would forever be burned in his mind.

And the way the heart shape sat so snug between your cheeks made him release a guttural growl from deep within.

“So fucking perfect…” He whispered with two matching slaps to your skin, adding another for good measure. 

You yelped each time, and a third was yet to be heard as Jaemin was already poking his tip at your mouth. 

You were in your own world, for once; somehow missing the fact Jaemin stripped himself naked and positioned himself in front of you. 

“How does it look back there?” Jaemin inquired: already knowing the answer. But hearing it would make up for what he missed.

“Fucking incredible.” 

Jaemin chuckled upon hearing the expression, always amused by Jeno’s laconic personality. He peered back down to your fragile form, swiping his tip along your lips to get a reaction. 

“C’mon, open up.” 

It was hard to do as your energizer bunny said, especially when Jeno was pushing your butt plug in and out and at an achingly slow rate. You were sure it was to see how your tight hole contracted at the sudden emptiness, just calling out to be stuffed again.   

By the time Jeno sat there probing you at a faster pace, you finally welcomed Jaemin into your mouth. 

It was the perfect setup: you throating Jaemin like it was your last night on earth, and Jeno swiping the flat of his tongue from your clit up to your plug, like the savage tease he was. 

Each time you moaned on Jaemin’s cock, he thrusted faster, loving your hums of pleasure that surged around every inch. 

“I love when you moan on my cock—feels so good.”  

His hands explored wherever he could touch, but he found it his favorite to pet the top of your head, admiring your willingness to be facefucked like a whore.

You fought through the jabs against your uvula, trying to keep your eyes staring up at your boyfriend. But the feeling of the plug leaving you for the last time caused that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to grow. Jeno’s tongue darted inside your puckering hole, switching the direction of his wet muscle to swirl in circles.

If you managed to cum from just rimming alone, they would never live it down. Maybe even brag to their friends that their cumslut of a girlfriend loved her ass being eaten from behind—an unhealthy amount. 

Jaemin was beginning to feel the same high as you, and telling by the lack of rhythm behind his thrusts, he was undeniably close. 

His grunts had turned to moans, and a thin sheet of sweat coated his abs like polished gold.

“Jen…please. I need to fuck her, now.”

Usually Jaemin kept his composure, but the need to fill your pussy crept closer to the devil on his shoulder. There was just something about a creampie that he adored so much.

Jeno ignored him, not intentionally. 

But he had managed to fight through the tightness in his balls to tongue fuck you…so why stop now? 

Jaemin took it upon himself to prop your head up with a single finger, giving you a look that you knew all too well. 

Snap Jeno out of his drunken daze.

You backed your mouth off of Jaemin’s length, crying out to Jeno like you had lost your owner.

“Jeno! Please! Fuck me…fuck my ass please!” 

Your desperation proved successful, causing him to undergo the transformation that would potentially leave you cock drunk for the rest of your life.

Jeno rose to his feet, choosing to keep the position that would allow him to indulge in your backside as much as he wanted.

Meanwhile, Jaemin laid down on his back, shimmying down until he was eye-level with your breasts. 

Based on the fluidity in their movements, there was no way they didn’t have this sitting in the back of their minds for months.

You stayed still through it all, knowing they would guide you like they always did, regardless of their so-called naïveté. 

“Spread those legs for me…” Jeno spoke from behind, caressing the back of your thighs as a cue for you to adjust.

Upon his command, you had switched from downward dog to a more simplistic doggy, allowing Jaemin to rest his legs in between yours and hang off the edge of the bed. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jaemin looked up past your chest, hands squeezing your hips in case of your need for ressaurance.

“Im read-oh fuck!” 

Jaemin was the first to enter, to your surprise. You were always caught off guard by his girth, but knowing another stretch was coming, caused your entire body to shake as his groin met yours in a single stroke.

To finally have something, anything inside you after all this time, made you feel as if you were floating, ascending to absolute nirvana.

Jaemin smiled at his own stunt, pride blooming at how delicate you were. His grin continued to spread wider as you struggled to hover your upper half above his own, eventually burying your face into the covers for mental support. You gripped the sheets on both sides of his head, not realizing you could’ve confided in him—rather suffocated him with your breasts squished against his face.

You felt so full. 

Jeno was not far behind, first wanting to savor how you reacted to Jaemin’s cock. He knew he would achieve the same results; being just as thick, if not thicker than Jaemin.  

“Can’t wait to claim this ass again. All mine.”

His last words still couldn’t have prepared you for this. You jerked forward from the initial burn as he started out slow; but just like you predicted, no amount of training could’ve prepared you for the unique contour of his cock. 

For your sake, Jaemin stayed still inside you to the hilt, allowing Jeno to inch further and further inside. 

Jeno felt resistance barely a quarter of the way in, much to his liking. He hissed as he came to a stop, knowing it would take a while before you could adjust. 

All you could do was breathe through the initial discomfort, knowing the pleasure would come eventually. 

“You’re doing great baby, take your time.” Jaemin leaned his head over to the side to touch yours as he continued his praises, affectionate touches aiding in your journey towards an accomplished trial. One that you managed to propose all by yourself.  

Jeno was sure he would get yelled at now, as he began to bottom out despite your initial struggle. But somehow, the pain was subsiding quicker than both of you thought. 

Your hole accommodated every ridge, every vein, and before you knew it, Jeno had already exited out; only to piston inside you with a powerful grunt.

“Fuckkk. So tight, mmh, can barely move…” 

Jeno’s unhinged vocabulary paired well with his harsh slaps to your ass, occasionally adding a death grip to the flesh of your flushed skin.

“Taking both of us so well…” 

The stark contrast in Jaemin’s tone and choice of words offered the right amount of balance, causing you to finally set a rhythm for them to follow.

You produced as much strength as you could, managing to suck Jeno further inside each time your cunt met the base of Jaemin’s cock. They returned the same amount of energy, tugging on your skin with each connection that drew you closer to your release.

The sounds of skin slapping from not only two but three bodies filled the room, and soon enough, bed creaking followed.

“Don’t slow down, please don’t stop.” 

Jaemin was the one begging now, wanting to chase the satisfaction that almost made him feel unworthy of receiving it. 

You were unreal.

Jeno and Jaemin felt beyond lucky to have found someone like you. A total freak that wasn’t afraid to ruin their image if it meant you could get whatever you wanted. And here you were, with two boys that went absolutely feral over you; all the more welcomed to be wrapped around your finger. 

“Its t-too much! I’m so close!” 

You finally formed the words that had been hidden behind moans the minute you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. 

They too felt their respective releases, bound to erupt if you kept up with the pace that you did. Just the mere sight of your thighs quivering, breasts bouncing, and ass jiggling was enough to make that familiar band snap between all three of you.

“I can feel it, goddamn. Keep squeezing, just like that.” 

You cried out into the sex-filled air as a whirlwind of euphoria washed over you like a hurricane, collapsing onto Jaemin yet again as you felt white heat shoot inside you from both ends.

Jeno mustered a few more snaps with his hips before you clenched down so hard that his thrusts came to a freezing halt, jaw hanging slack at your ability to get him stuck.

Jaemin shoved himself upwards, tip practically hitting your womb as his cum jetted out in thick spurts. 

Your entire body convulsed for what felt like the lapse of a moon, but you wouldn’t trade the response for the world. 

The only comprehensible thing now, was getting out of this position without making too much of a mess. But you could always leave it up to them to do your bidding. 

Nothing that a bit of cum play wouldn’t fix.

The three of you eventually steadied your breathing within minutes. And you tried to suppress a giggle as you watched Jaemin splay his arms outwards in a surrender, him even matching your cheeky grin. 

When you looked back, Jeno seemed to be looking for hints of a round two, still eyeing your backside as if he didn’t just fill you to the brim with a shotglass worth of cum.

“Oh my god. You are exhausting!” 

You yelled back at him, rolling your eyes at his unbelievable stamina.

He took it upon himself to give a dumbfounded look, refusing to believe that cleanup and bedtime was in order.

“Whatever…” 

He got back at your scolding by exiting you without warning, to which you whined not only from his lack of subtlety but from the slap to your ass cheek that he gave as a parting gift.

Jaemin followed suit but with way less savagery. You purposely gave him a loud peck on the lips before he slid from underneath you; hoping Jeno heard it. And before you could prepare for the wave of cum that would flow from your holes, he jumped on the bed, lips showing an obvious pout.

You remained in all fours as you shook your head in disbelief, deciding to give him a kiss for his great work. 

To say your guts were rearranged, was an understatement. 

[sassycheesecake]

Being MSBY‘s manager for a month and secretly hooking up with Meian (you work for the Adlers)

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual acts but nothing explicit

Well it’s time for a little experiment that was originally Foster’s and Suzaku’s idea at a night out together

“So Samson, you think you may need a manager for the team?“

“Yeah I just want to see if the team needs a manager that can keep them under control if Meian or I are not there“

Both being drunk and having the time of their lives, they agreed to let you stay with the MSBY Jackals for an entire month

So

The next morning you arrive at practice with the Adlers, you also see Coach Samson Foster of the MSBY Jackals standing next to him

Weird that you don’t see or hear the team around with him

Anyway, right before you’re about to change, Coach Suzaku calls you over to him and Samson

With hesitant steps, you make your way towards him

“So (Y/N), what do you say about staying with the MSBY Jackals for this month huh?”

Say what now- 👁️👄👁️

They explained everything together and you were NOT happy

“It’s just for a month, (Y/N) and after the month is over, you’ll be back with us like you usually are.”

Great

Just great

You went to take some of your stuff out of your locker to take with you for the ‘MSBY Camp‘

A month of horror for you

The Adlers are mostly very calm and know how to behave themselves, whereas the Jackals are the complete opposite of the Adlers

Wild, immature and to put it simple, a group of wild dogs, living up to their mascot animal

The Adlers wish you good luck 🍀

Especially Romero as your best friend from the group, tells you to call or text him as soon as one of the team members dare to flirt with you

Have you seen yourself?

As you arrive at the gym hall the next day in Osaka of the MSBY Black Jackals, you take a deep breath before entering

When you open the door, it looks like you already predicted the future

Lots of yelling, Sakusa and Miya looking ready to kill each other, Bokuto and Meian holding them back, volleyballs flying in every direction

Still with a blank expression, you begin to turn and walk out when Coach Foster calls out to you

“(Y/N)! You made it!“ 

Nine heads turn into your direction

It’s a stampede

Questions flying from everyone, from „Have you lost your way?“ to „Finally had enough of the bird brains?“

After introductions, the first week was not too bad

Sure, it’s a lot more chaotic than what you are used to

BUT

Someone always makes sure you’re safe and not overwhelmed by three certain rascals

*cough* dumb, dumber, dumbest *cough*

Meian freakin‘ 6‘5 Iron Wall Shūgo

The strict hot beefcake Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Protecting you like a big mean-ass Rottweiler from thirsty guys, helping you out whenever he can, he is basically your bodyguard

And you may or may not have developed a big fat crush on the black-haired Middle Blocker

Unbeknownst to you, Meian longs for you just as much (you lucky star)

After three weeks and a recent win against EJP Raijin, you and the team went out for drinks for your last night with the Jackals

4 glasses of wine and three Tequila shots later, you’re already at your limit and Meian or Shūgo, as you’re suppose to call him, is slightly intoxicated but not as bad as you

The two of you stumble across the sidewalk, leaning into each other while giggling like teens in love

As soon as you reach the train platform, you look into Meian‘s beautiful dark orbs and it seems like you two are magnets, because your soft lips collide with his own

The magical moment was interrupted by a police officer that scolds you both of the pda and to keep it low or at least wait until you’re both home

Utterly embarrassed you both apologize but you can still see the fire and passion swimming in his eyes from your steamy make out mere seconds ago

It seems like you’re both thinking the same thing because you’re inviting him to stay over at your place

The night is full of pleasure-filled moans, heavy pants and the sound of your headboard knocking against your wall for hours

Bless the stamina of a professional athlete

The next day, you wake up with the biggest headache of a lifetime and a body so sore, that it takes you a full hour to get out of bed

Looking in the mirror you notice multiple dark patches decorating the side of your neck

On the side of your hips you see very faint scratch marks

Images of last night filled your mind and you almost scream for hooking up with the captain

Arriving back the next day at your usual team, Romero immediately pulls you to the side because of your glum expression after a quick chat and summary of being with the Jackals

"What’s wrong? Do we need to beat someone up?“

"You know when you are driving and a bug hits your windshield?”

Romero just gives you an incredulous look, not understanding where this is going

"I am the bug.” You clear out

The Wing Spiker still doesn’t get it, so you hiss in his ear

"I had sex with Shūgo two nights ago.”

“YOU HAD SEX WITH MEIAN?!” He screams out

Ahem… yeah

The rest of the team turns to you, looking like a mix between jealousy and disappointment

"Really (Y/N)? I am so disappointed in you, you could do so much better.” - Hoshiumi

"At least it wasn’t Atsumu.” - Sokolov

"Shit, you’re right.” - Hoshiumi

"Why did you have intercourse with the Captain of our opponents?” - Ushijima

"Yeah (Y/N), you slept with the enemy!” - Heiwajima

"Guys, knock it off.” Your knight in shining armor, Hirugami comes to the rescue

Scoffing in annoyance, you give them the cold shoulder now

Thank Goodness Coach Suzaku wasn’t here to witness any of this mess

All of sudden, the commotion stops and you turn around to see a big tall figure with his black and gold MSBY sweatshirt hood up but you can’t make his face out yet as he sort of hides in the entrance doorway

The guys look extremely tense and almost ready to charge like hunting dogs

"Is… is that Meian?” Heiwajima tilts his head and squints his eyes to see better

It seems like Heiwajima is right because the person who pulls his hood down is no other than the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Romero stands next to you with crossed arms and a pissed expression while you are still in shock

Meian waves you over to him and you are about to walk over when Fukurō stops you

"Wait here”

You obey and watch as the Captain walks over to Meian and they both head out of the gym

"I hate that guy” Romero bites out as he walks away to practice with the rest of the team

You can’t take the waiting anymore and quietly head to the door to hopefully catch what they are saying

"I know I shouldn’t be here but-“

"You’re damn right! Be glad it’s me out here and not Romero, he would rip you into shreds.”

"I don’t care! It’s not like we are dating and I cheated on her-“

“So you took advantage of her and just left-“

“It was a Heat of the moment! And that’s why I am here! I do want to talk to her! I am not regretting what we did and I love her!”

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, your face heats up a thousand degrees hearing Meian’s confession

"(Y/N) are you alright? Your face is extremely red. Do you suffer under high-blood pressure?” Ushijima asks you with concern in his deep voice

"N-No I-I am f-fine. I uh… I need some fresh air.” Pulling the door open hastily you step outside and completely forgot due to rush of adrenaline that Fukurō and Meian are standing outside talking

Both looking at you with raised eyebrows, Fukurō pats Meian on the shoulder once before heading back inside

The captain of MSBY gives you an extremely unsure look, almost looking scared to see you

"How much did you hear?”

"More than enough” You admit in shame

"(Y/N) listen… I am so so sorry what happened and if it seemed like I took advantage of you, I really wasn’t! You’re beautiful, smart and gosh your fiery personality just makes my heart go crazy… I know it’s only been a month we have known each other but the more we spent time together, the harder I fell for you… uhm what I am trying to say is uh… will you let me take you out on a proper date? Like dinner maybe?”

Smiling brightly you agree and make plans for next Friday after his practice is over

Walking back into the gym with the biggest smile on your face, the Adlers find it highly disturbing

At the next practice match with MSBY, you walk off the bus, excited to see your boyfriend again

Romero walks next to you and leans down to whisper in your ear

"I better not see you making out with him at games.” Romero growls under his breath

"Shut up Nicollas”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

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Had some more random ideas for the Accidentally God Queen of Clones Elle and her Amnesiac Knight Champion Kon AU (which really is a prompt a swear, ignore all the details/too many ideas I don't know enough about DC to be able to write this, so I'd anyone sees anything they like in any of this go wild ❤️)

- Tim doesn't take his mask off while in Elle's lair so Kon doesn't put together the fact that Tim is the mystery boy he kinda remembers. Leading to Kon saying that he hopes to one day find the boy he was in love with while Tim is trying to help him get his memories back, which then has Tim spiraling that Kon had a secret boyfriend that he never told Tim about before going missing.

- Elle and the rest of the Clone Club realizing immediately that Tim has to be The Guy and deciding to run with this chance for chaos and matchmaking. They lie about being able to send Tim back immediately and that he's gonna have to stay for awhile, but hey he can room with Kon! Ignore the fact that there are hundreds of rooms in this place, Kon has a big bed and is great at snuggles!

- When Kon became Elle's Knight, he started getting trained by Fright Knight & Pandora. He gets really good at fighting with just about every weapon (baring firearms) imaginable as a result.

- Fright Knight also insisted on teaching Kon all the other stuff outside of fighting a knight must know including the code of chivalry and the "Seven Points of Agilities" which sounded fine to Kon (learning how to ride horses/Night Mares and how to joust were both cool & expected) up until he was learning how to waltz with the giant ghost of fear as his partner. And don't get him started on having to both be able to recite and write love poetry (Elle, at least had fun, though that really came from laughing at his expense).

- He has tattoos now, some sentimental or just because he likes them, but he also has an ornate sword going down his back, and a shield split across both firearms that appears whole when he holds them together. The sword and shield are actually his (magical/ghost made) weapons that disappear from his skin when he summons them and return when he's done with them.

- Baddass and beautiful ornate (but practical and very comfortable!) Knight armor! It has filigree! And a cape!

- Instead of his sword sending people to the Nightmare Dimension, instead his shield can reflect attacks back at people (it's made to be used for ectoplasm based attacks, but can be used to deflect lazers).

- When Kon surrenders to the Justice Leage, he is wearing his armor, though sans helmet (which Pandora & Fright Knight are gonna kill him for later, helmets being a key features in the whole not dying portion of fighting has been something they've been yelling at him about for ages) and seeing Kon in ethereal knightly armor makes Tim bluescreen for a bit because damn.

- Kon falling in love with Tim and feeling conflicted because his mystery boy is out there somewhere, while Tim is just agonizing over the fact that Kon never told him about mystery boy and oh god did Kon not trust him with that?

- Elle gets Fright Knight in on the match making by telling him it'd be a good way for Kon to practice chivalry. Fright Knight takes this as an opportunity to make Kon recite his bad poetry (written about Tim both in terms of Kon writing about mystery boy and writing about Red Robin). It's truly awful. Tim loves it.

[xyzssss]

also i have another thing, imagine that gojo has a daughter and shes grouped w the first years and she runs away after a fight with her dad (just to get some air) and then there is a special grade curse there and she tries fighting it but she loses and then she runs and either calls ijichi and pretends like nothings wrong and asks if he could send nanami to her location or she knows that nanami lives close to where she is and she shows up at his doorstep all bloodied up from the fight, luckily she didn't lose any limbs because she doesn't know how to use reverse curse technique yet, but she's close with nanami and he's like her sensible uncle (she is exactly like gojo, just a big ball of adhd chaos) shes too stubborn to ask for her dad. idk if this is like a full fic thing, one-shot, headcannon stuff, but if you manage to understand my ramblings interpret it how you want or don't. no pressure at all to write this! don't worry i totally get the new to writing too! rn i'm trying to write a request for headcannons and its kicking my butt. love you <3 sorry if this is a lot

I’m sooooo sorry this took so long I had much going on and forgot about this request :(

Nanami x Fem!Gojo!daughter!reade

Warning: fight scenes, arguing (not really that bad) curses

The sun was setting over Jujutsu High, casting an orange glow across the training grounds where Gojo Satoru and his daughter, Y/n, stood facing each other. Gojo, with his signature blindfold and relaxed demeanor, looked far too calm for the situation. Y/n, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy, her H/c hair bouncing as she shifted from foot to foot, exuding an impatience that mirrored her father’s chaotic nature.

“Dad, you’re being ridiculous! I can handle myself!” Y/n exclaimed, her voice sharp and filled with frustration.

Gojo crossed his arms, his expression turning serious. “It’s not about whether you can handle yourself, Y/n. It’s about understanding the risks involved. Special grade curses are no joke.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, the familiar rush of defiance bubbling within her. “I’m not a little kid anymore! I can fight! Just like you!”

“You’re strong, but strength isn’t everything. You need experience, and running off to fight curses alone isn’t the way to gain it,” Gojo replied, his tone firm yet concerned.

“Maybe I just need some air!” Y/n shouted, suddenly turning away from him, frustration spilling over. Without waiting for a response, she sprinted away from the training yard, the sound of her footsteps echoing behind her.

As she ran through the forest bordering the school, Y/n felt a mix of anger and disappointment. Why couldn’t her dad see how capable she was? She needed to prove herself, to show him that she was strong enough to stand on her own two feet. But more than that, she just wanted some space to breathe, away from the weight of expectations.

The trees whizzed past her as she continued deeper into the woods, her heart racing. It wasn’t long before she stumbled upon a clearing, and her breath caught in her throat. In the center of that clearing stood a special grade curse—a grotesque, towering figure with twisted limbs and a mouth that seemed to stretch impossibly wide, dripping with malevolence.

Panic surged through her, but it was quickly replaced by the familiar thrill of adrenaline. “Okay, Y/n, you can do this,” she whispered to herself, her determination igniting. She hadn’t come this far to back down now.

Channeling her cursed energy, Y/n launched herself at the curse, her heart pounding in her chest. “Get ready to meet your match!” she shouted, a wild grin spreading across her face. She unleashed a flurry of attacks, each one fueled by her chaotic energy and a desire to prove herself.

But the curse was swift and brutal. It retaliated with a force that knocked the wind out of her. Y/n grunted as she stumbled back, but she refused to give up. “Come on! You think that’s all I’ve got?” she yelled, charging in again.

But the more she fought, the more she realized she was outmatched. The curse’s strikes were too powerful, too calculated. It was only a matter of time before Y/n found herself on the ground, panting and bloodied.

With a final desperate attempt, she turned to run, her heart racing as she fled the clearing. The curse let out a terrifying roar behind her, but she didn’t look back. She needed to get away, needed help.

Reaching for her phone, she dialed Ijichi’s number, trying to mask the fear in her voice. “Ijichi, it’s Y/n. Can you send Nanami to my location?” she said, feigning nonchalance.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Ijichi’s voice was tinged with concern.

“Yeah, just…needed some air. It’s nothing serious. Just send him, please,” she insisted, her heart pounding as she hung up.

The minutes felt like hours as she waited, her body trembling from both fear and adrenaline. She was too stubborn to reach out to her dad; she didn’t want to admit defeat. She could handle this on her own.

Finally, she decided to head toward Nanami’s place, knowing it was close by. As she made her way through the streets, the reality of her injuries began to sink in. Blood dripped from her forehead, and her clothes were torn, but she pushed through, determined to reach him.

When she finally arrived at Nanami’s doorstep, she hesitated. She could feel the pain radiating through her body, but her pride kept her standing. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet evening air.

The door opened, and there stood Nanami, his expression shifting from surprise to alarm as he took in her state. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, stepping aside to let her in. “What happened?”

“Just a little…training accident,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady as she entered his home.

Nanami frowned, guiding her to the couch. “This looks more than just a training accident. Sit down; I’ll get the first aid kit.”

As he disappeared into the other room, Y/n took a moment to collect herself. She was safe now, but the shame of her actions weighed heavily on her. When Nanami returned, he knelt beside her, his expression serious.

“You need to stop pretending everything is fine when it’s not,” he said, gently cleaning her wounds. “You can’t fight every battle alone, Y/n.”

“I know,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to prove to my dad that I could handle it. I didn’t want to be seen as weak.”

Nanami paused, looking at her with a mix of empathy and concern. “Your father wants you to be strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to face everything by yourself. Strength comes from knowing when to ask for help.”

Y/n nodded, tears brimming in her eyes. “I just… I wanted him to see me as capable. I didn’t want to be just his daughter.”

“You are capable, Y/n. But you’re also human. It’s okay to lean on others,” Nanami replied softly, finishing up with her wounds. “And you’re not just Gojo Satoru’s daughter; you’re Y/n, and that’s enough.”

Feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration, Y/n looked at Nanami. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I didn’t want to come to my dad.”

“You don’t have to apologize for needing help,” he said, his tone firm yet kind. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can figure out how to handle that curse together.”

After a brief moment of silence, Y/n chuckled softly, the tension easing. “You really are like my sensible uncle, you know that?”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I suppose that makes you the chaotic niece.”

“Guilty as charged,” she replied, a grin breaking through her earlier distress.

With Nanami’s help, Y/n cleaned herself up and bandaged her wounds. She felt a sense of relief wash over her as they talked, sharing stories and laughter. It was a welcome distraction from the chaos of her earlier confrontation.

As night fell, Y/n knew she needed to confront her father. The thought of facing Gojo filled her with anxiety, but she couldn’t avoid it forever. With Nanami’s support, she felt a little more ready.

“Thanks for everything, Nanami,” she said, standing up. “I think I need to go talk to my dad now.”

“Good luck. Just remember, it’s okay to be vulnerable with him,” Nanami advised, giving her a reassuring nod.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n left Nanami’s house and made her way back to Jujutsu High. The night air was cool against her skin, contrasting her earlier warmth. As she approached the school, she spotted Gojo standing outside, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lights.

“Dad,” she called out, her voice steady despite the knots in her stomach.

Gojo turned, his expression shifting from worry to relief. “Y/n! I was worried about you. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, her heart racing. “I just… I wanted to talk.”

As they stood there under the stars, Y/n felt the weight of everything she wanted to say. “I’m sorry for running away earlier. I just wanted to prove I could handle myself, but I realized that I don’t have to do everything alone.”

Gojo’s expression softened as he stepped closer, concern lacing his features. “You don’t have to prove anything to me, Y/n. I want you to be strong, but I also want you to be safe. It’s okay to ask for help.”

“I know that now,” she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “I just didn’t want to be seen as weak. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me,” Gojo said, his voice warm and reassuring. “You’re my daughter, and I’ll always be proud of you, no matter what.”

Feeling a wave of emotion, Y/n stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. “I’m sorry for being stubborn.”

“I’m sorry for not seeing how much you wanted to prove yourself,” Gojo replied, hugging her back. “But we can grow together, okay? You’re not alone in this.”

As they stood there, the warmth of their bond enveloping them, Y/n realized that she didn’t have to fight every battle alone. With Gojo by her side, and with the support of Nanami and her friends, she could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

“Together,” she whispered, pulling back to look at her father.

“Together,” he echoed, a proud smile breaking across his face.

And as the stars twinkled above them, Y/n felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was Gojo Satoru’s daughter, but she was also Y/n—a force of her own, ready to embrace the chaos of life, one battle at a time.

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CHAPTER ONE

Chapter Summary: Bartolomeo is your neighbor and has it really bad for you. The kind of bad where your stuff is out of place and going missing. Pairing: Bartolomeo x F!Reader Rating: Mature, SFW chapter TW: Stalking, breaking and entering, obsessive behavior Ao3 Link: Chapter One (3,510 words)

You moved to the city about four months ago. Life had become stagnant and suffocating, especially after finishing college. You needed to get away; from overbearing parents, from your snobbish peers, from everyone. The only good connection you made in college was able to get you an archivist job in the heart of the city, and you snapped it right up. You applied for whatever apartments were in the area that you could afford, and went for the first one that became available.

That might’ve been your first mistake, really. For one thing, it was in a grittier part of town. It was also small, barely the size of two dorm rooms put together, and the neighbors below you were always yelling at each other or loudly fucking each other. But the building was clean, the rent was cheap, and the neighbor across the hall was friendly enough. A bit crass and blunt, but friendly.

His name was Bartolomeo. He was a mean-looking motherfucker by all accounts: wild green hair, septum piercing, tattoos ��� he was exactly the kind of person people from your hometown would have hated on appearance alone. He had an odd sort of overbite that showed his long canines like a vampire, except that all his teeth were equally sharp, and at first you’d been intimidated by both that and his impressive height. (After a few trips on the train to and from work, you noticed much stranger and much taller folks, and figured it must have just been a quirk of diverse city life).

Despite all appearances, however, Bartolomeo was nice. He held the elevator if he saw you running up, even if it was nearly shut. Some days you’d see him in the hall and he’d stop to chat for a while. One day you realized you two had been talking for almost thirty minutes, and only stopped because he’d gotten a call from his coworker asking him where the hell he was. Even running late, he still moved and talked with an aloof sort of air about him, like nothing could get to him. 

Early on, maybe a few weeks after moving in, you admitted to him that you’d never lived fully alone before, and wondered if maybe you made the right choice to live in such a rough part of town. Bartolomeo had laughed, like finding the neighborhood rough was something he’d never considered. You still remembered what he’d told you:

“People around here aren’t too big on hospitality, but they mind their own business. Don’t mess with them, they won’t mess with you.” He then smiled wide, showing off the rest of his uniquely sharp teeth. “Tell you what — since you’re so nervous about it, if anyone does mess with you, let me know. I’ll take care of ‘em for ya.”

Just the memory of how he had smiled that day brought a faint blush to your cheeks. Fine, you’d admit it: aside from being nice, Bartolomeo was also frustratingly attractive. His devil-may-care charm was hard not to be lured in by, and you couldn’t help but feel some of it rubbing off on you the more you got to chatting. He was loud and so were his friends, and the landlord rarely stuck around long if he stepped into the hallway. You definitely felt a little safer knowing he was around.

Two months ago, the troubles began.

It had been a day like any other. Average shift, average commute, about the only exciting part of the work day had been your coworker, Robin, inviting you for drinks on Friday. You came home and went to your bedroom to change into comfier clothes, but something was off. You couldn’t tell at first, but when you reached for the top drawer of your dresser to pull out some pajama pants — 

It was already open. 

Just slightly, with the edge of your pajama pants stuck in the drawer’s track. 

Now, you weren’t necessarily a meticulous person, but in general you kept your dresser pretty tidy, so it seemed odd to find it this way. Puzzled, you pulled out the pants and a loose t-shirt, frowning as you put them on. Had you been in a hurry that morning? It was possible, since you were struggling to remember what you had for breakfast. Hustling through your routine and being a bit careless with the drawer as a result wasn’t totally out of the question. You pushed down the knot in your stomach and moved on with your evening, the incident forgotten.

Or at least, it would have been forgotten, had there not been further incidents.

Another day, you had been unexpectedly called off. There had been a power outage on the block your workplace was on, and they hadn’t been able to get the emergency lights working. You spent the morning getting your laundry done and putting fresh bed sheets on the bed, and left to run extra errands. When you came back, exhausted but satisfied with your personal productivity, you went to jump into your bed for a quick nap before dinner.

You stopped just short literally jumping in when you found the comforter was already disheveled somehow. As if someone had been laying on top of it.

The frequency of problems seemed to only increase from there. You came home to find your door was unlocked, when you were nigh-obsessive on double-checking it before leaving. Your favorite t-shirt to sleep in had gone missing, and you had just put it in the hamper the night before. You had a journal in your nightstand that you didn’t write in terribly often, but with the strange things happening you felt it’d be nice to get it all documented — you opened it and found creases in a couple of the pages, like it had been clumsily closed and tossed back into the drawer.

You had convinced yourself that everything was fine. Maybe you lost your t-shirt at the laundromat. Maybe you thought you double-checked the door but you hadn’t. Maybe you were nodding off the last time you handled your journal. Maybe, maybe, maybe. At this point, the only thing you were sure of was that you were in denial that any of this was fine.

In hindsight, you really should have brought it up to Bartolomeo sooner than you did.

Drinks with Robin and a few other coworkers became a biweekly affair, lining up with payday. The weather was finally warming up after a particularly cold April, so you put on one of your frillier blouses that you were saving for such an occasion and a pair of jeans. Then you spent way too long looking for your favorite perfume. 

“Motherfucker!”

You slammed your palm against the wall in frustration. Of course. Why the fuck not? With all the other weird happenings, why wouldn’t that fall victim to the bullshit, too? Shaking the sting out of your hand, you got up from the bathroom floor and stormed off, snatching up your purse. You’d just have to hope no one noticed the blouse was a little stuffy-smelling from being put away for so long. Frustrated, you slammed the apartment door on your way out, triple-checking the lock and muttering curses the whole way.

“You good?”

Bartolomeo’s voice behind you made you jump and fumble your keys. With a deep sigh you crouched down and scooped them up, running a hand through your hair. “I’ll be fine. Just running late for payday drinks.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, and you saw him lean to one side in your peripherals. “That’s tonight. When are you guys gonna come out to my bar, huh?”

“When I’m more confident that they won’t mind the heavy metal music,” you said and stood upright, smiling and adding, “Which might be sooner than you think.”

As usual, Bartolomeo was the picture of nonchalance, leaning against his doorframe in a Cannibal Corpse t-shirt that had seen better days. He gave you a sort of half-smirk then nodded to your door. “You sure you’re okay? Sounded like you might’ve hurt yourself in there.”

“Yeah, just...” you sighed and shook your head, “kinda frustrated. I can’t find my good perfume.” You paused, remembering your conversation with him when you first moved in. “Hey, uh, Barto?”

He stood up slightly straighter at the nickname. “Yeah?”

“Can you, uh...” you paused again, twisting the strap on your purse. His suddenly intense stare made you blush and avert your eyes. “Would you mind keeping an eye on my apartment when I’m gone? Like, if you’re around, let me know if you hear or see anything?”

“Yeah, sure!” he answered with surprising eagerness, before he cleared his throat and quickly reverted to the casual tone. “I mean — can I ask why?”

You would have laughed at the outburst, had you not been trying to find the words to explain you thought someone was breaking into your apartment. “It’s just... I don’t know. Some of my stuff’s gone missing. Random things. And sometimes I come home and there’ll be something out of place, or a little off. Like... someone else has been there.”

“Oh, shit.” Bartolomeo pushed off the doorframe, the chain hanging from his belt clinking as he took a step closer. “How long’s this been goin’ on for?”

You continued avoiding his gaze. “Two months, maybe?”

“What?”

“I figured I was just forgetting things,” you said quickly. “It happens, I can be a little spacey. But... not like this. It feels different.” You finally looked at him again with a sheepish smile, your heart melting a bit at the worried look he had. “I probably should have mentioned something sooner. I’m sorry to freak you out like this.”

He shrugged, now suddenly avoiding your gaze. “At least you said somethin’ before it got any worse.”

A chill went down your spine. You didn’t want to think about what “worse” entailed.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I told ya you could come to me if anyone was messin’ with you.” He smiled, his fully-bared teeth all the more imposing as he punched one fist into the opposite palm. “I’ll keep an eye out for ya. If I catch anyone hangin’ around where they don’t belong, they’ll be shittin’ sideways for the rest of their life.”

Despite yourself, you laughed. All things considered, you felt lucky that you had such a cool neighbor.

Relief gave way to panic when your phone pinged; a reminder that you had somewhere to be. You cussed under your breath and started rushing toward the elevator, but not before turning and waving to Bartolomeo, shouting as you ran, “Thank you! I owe you one!”

“Don’t mention it!” he called and waved back, watching you turn the corner for the elevator. He leaned against the wall next to his door, shoving his hands in his pockets and listening for the soft ding of the elevator’s arrival. Once he was sure you were out of earshot, he stepped back into his apartment and shut the door, taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

Bartolomeo put both his hands over his face, yelling every curse word he knew. How could he have gotten so careless?! He knew he’d gotten way too comfortable with sneaking into your apartment, but two months? You’d been onto him for two months?! He groaned and dragged his hands down, wincing when one of his fingers tugged on his nose ring. No, that wasn’t right; you weren’t onto him, specifically. You only noticed the missing stuff, and whatever it was you meant by “something out of place”.

(He knew exactly what you meant by that, considering his favorite thing to do in your apartment was lie down on your bed and cuddle your pillows.)

Admittedly, part of him was relieved. You asked him for help! Sure, from the time you noticed to the time you said something had him a little concerned, and sure, it was his doing to begin with — but you weren’t aware of the second part! And, if you hadn’t said something, it would only have been a matter of time before he got caught in the act. He had time to correct that now. With you asking for help, it meant he’d be seeing you more, so he wouldn’t have to break into your apartment anymore, and he could act like it never happened!

(He was aware, on some level, that it wouldn’t be that simple. It wouldn’t be enough just to see you more. He had to be with you.)

Bartolomeo groaned again and sat down on the couch, head still in his hands. His heart had finally calmed down, having been racing just from talking to you. You were so cute, from how you fidgeted when you were nervous, to how your laugh sounded, to how you looked in that outfit (well, he thought you always looked nice in any outfit, but that was beside the point). And your eyes — what he wouldn’t give to be able to look into your eyes for more than a handful of seconds. He’d started a habit of looking at your nose when you two chatted, just to keep from turning his head away when your eyes were too much, but it only led to him fighting the insatiable urge to kiss it. He wanted to kiss your whole face, really, but if he started thinking about that, his heart rate was bound to pick up again.

All this to say, Bartolomeo had it bad for you. Real bad.

It started out innocently enough when you moved in across the hall. He thought you were cute from the start, and wanted to be nicer than usual; holding the door if he saw you coming, taking time to chat with you. But then the more he saw you, the more you two talked, the more he found himself looking forward to it. Before he knew it, he was listening for the elevator every time he could, just so he had a chance to talk to you again.

Even though it wasn’t hard to tell you lived alone, you admitting out loud that it was the first time about sent him into shock. Seriously? And in the shittiest neighborhoods you could have possibly ended up in? Something in his brain cranked up to eleven, and he was determined you needed someone looking out for you. Someone close by, who knew the area well, and had more than enough street smarts under his belt. Of course, that someone would be him. Why wouldn’t it be? And so, he came up with something to ease your worries (it was mostly true, in that at the very least the people in the building and running businesses around the neighborhood minded their own), and offered help. The relief on your face was well worth it.

Bartolomeo hadn’t intended for things to get this... intense, though.

The first time he’d broken in had been on impulse. See, the apartment building had older fire escapes, where the ladder wasn’t as compact as it really should be and about half of it hung down below the bottom landing. Most people still couldn’t reach it without significant effort, either by dragging over something to climb on or risking their neck by trying to parkour that shit.

Bartolomeo, however, was not most people. Standing at seven-foot-three, he just had to reach up and haul his own weight for a few rungs. He only did it to prove to himself that he could, in case you were ever in trouble and he needed to get in quickly without fighting with the front door.

Then, he wondered if it would take very long to get to the fourth floor, where both of you lived. He knew he wouldn’t have to worry about the tenants on the way up making a fuss; the unit on the second floor was used by the landlord for storage, and the people directly below you were always too busy arguing or fucking to notice anything.

And then it just. Happened. You weren’t home, and the window was so easy to open, and he had to know everything. How you lived, what you showered with, what sort of stuff did you keep. He had a general idea from talking to you, but he wanted, needed more.

The first time, Bartolomeo just sat on the windowsill, looking around and taking in the bedroom. You kept the floor clear, so if he felt brave enough to venture further in the room he wouldn’t have to worry about tripping and breaking something. You had a desk with a bookshelf built around it that was full of books and video games and figurines, and one of those desktop computers with the rainbow lights on the tower. Your bed was neatly made, adorned with overstuffed pillows, with a storage bench at the foot that was currently being commandeered by a collection of plushies dressed like pirates. The bed itself looked wide enough for two, though he might have to get a little creative to make it work with his taller height.

Not that. He was thinking about laying next to you. Or holding you close. Or watching you fall asleep.

(He absolutely was thinking those things. But in his bed, not yours. What could he say? He needed his California King. It wasn’t perfect, but he couldn’t afford one of the fancy custom beds that other city dwellers somehow got their hands on.)

Bartolomeo resolved that breaking in was fine, so long as he always took off his boots (couldn’t rightfully wear shoes into your apartment now, could he?) and didn’t touch anything. That way you’d never know. He stuck to that for the first handful of trips. Then one time he couldn’t resist picking up and fawning over your monkey plushie at the foot of the bed, so he decided it was okay to touch things, but he had to put them back exactly as he found them. Before he knew it, one day he was poking around the jewelry trays on your dresser, and...

He only had the top drawer open for a minute. Two, tops. Any longer and he would have gotten dizzy from how much blood was rushing downwards. He slammed it shut and made a beeline for the fire escape, nearly forgetting his boots in the process. He told himself he wouldn’t be looking in there without your permission, otherwise the temptation would be too great and he'd steal something he really shouldn’t.

(Which is why he eventually stole your shirt instead.)

Okay. So Bartolomeo let his little guilty pleasure get out of control. He just hadn’t realized how easily that happened. Now that you said something to him, he was going to ease off. He pushed up off the couch and sauntered to his room, putting his hands back in his pockets, flinching when one hand touched something he forgot he’d still had on his person. Frowning, he pulled the perfume bottle out, a slight twist in his stomach at the thought he’d frustrated you with his antics. He really hadn’t intended to keep it — honest. He only swiped it because the shirt under his pillow was starting to smell like the rest of his stuff. Not necessarily a bad thing, as it wasn’t like he was unclean (he was unkempt and dirty minded, even peed in the shower sometimes, but not unclean), but. The whole reason he took the shirt was because it smelled like you.

He turned the bottle over in his hands and sat on the edge of his bed. The label on it just said “Elegia” — why couldn’t the names of these things be simple? Fucking vanilla, or flowers, or whatever, so that he could put it back and get something similar. He supposed at least this way he could try to find another bottle online, so he could get it exact, but still... what a pain. Point being, if it had been easier to remember the name, he wouldn’t have had to take it.

...Okay, fine, Bartolomeo stole it thinking you wouldn’t notice. You had a few others, he figured it’d be fine.

With a sigh he reached under his pillows for your shirt, unable to keep from smiling when he saw it. It was light purple, with the words “Bite Me” on it in a black, drippy font. He saw you wear it on laundry day once; it took an immeasurable amount of self control not to take it as an invitation. He then uncapped the perfume and sighed again, his eyes rolling back just a bit. At least he guessed right; this was definitely the one you wore the most often. It smelled like vanilla and strawberries.

Like you.

Shaking out of his reverie, he sprayed the shirt and folded it back up under his pillows. It had been in his possession for too long for him to give it up without arousing suspicion, so he’d settle for returning the perfume.

While you were gone, of course.

[kaiso-woo]

You Helping, or What?

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-> Masterlist

PART 8 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 5k | Synopsis: You've arrived in Korea! And you say some... stuff... that sets off a chain of events where Chris is a little wild. You’re kinda delulu too- for a bit.

Notes: SUGGESTIVE AF, Borderline Smut (Phone Call? Chris is being a tease??), Kisses- uh uhm yeah, Fluff, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... Da...ddy?? etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition - NO MENTION IN THIS FIC

PART 8

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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You take a steadying breath and snap a picture of your surroundings as you hop off the plane, hand grasped tightly on your bag strap. You’re finally about to start a new chapter of your life, right here in Korea, with Chris by your side. Swiftly, you move to the side so you’re out of everyone’s way and send the picture both to Chris (letting him know you’re here), and to Ashley (letting her know that you arrived safely). 

Your younger friend was holding down the fort at the original Café Studio for a while, at least until you got the new one properly set up, then she’d follow you here. It was a decision she was adamant on. She didn’t want to be left behind, and you were quite relieved she was joining you in the long run. For now, Ashley would train up the new manager for that branch of the Café. This is insane.

As you’re standing there, shuffling on your feet and waiting for your luggage to roll around on the conveyor belt, a million thoughts rush through your mind. The stress of opening up a new Café is already beginning to get to you. There’s hundreds of things you need to do; go shopping for a whole new wardrobe (you had packed light), shop for furniture, hire employees, organise menus and ingredients and prices and marketing and-

“Your suitcase has just gone passed you for the second time,” someone mentions at your side. His voice jolts you out of your thoughts, and in a slightly flustered scramble, you chase after the offending possession and yank it off the belt. “Wait- how did you-” you turn back to the person, his dark eyes glinting in an amused fashion. 

Despite this being the only part of his face you can see (everything is hidden behind a mask, cap and hood), you recognise him immediately.

“Christopher?!” you yell quietly, marching back over to him. You can tell he’s grinning through his mask, and you don’t think you’ve ever struggled more in your life than that moment. The urge to squeeze him tightly in a hug is so overwhelming, especially when he spreads his arms wide with a tilt of his head. You don’t though. Just stare at him in shock.

“What are you doing here?” you question, to which he rolls his eyes. In a swift movement, he takes the few steps forwards and pulls you into his arms, crushing your face into his chest and burying his own in your hair. “Hello to you too,” he grumbles playfully, and with a sigh you hug him tightly back, that familiar safety and adoration washing over you.

“I want my question answered still,” you demand. When you pull away, his hands slide down to rest comfortably on your waist and he pecks your forehead with his mask still on. “I’m picking you up obviously,” he responds with a raise of his eyebrows.

“But you shouldn’t be. You know that because you’re covered from head to toe so no one recognises you,” you reprimand, stepping away to grab the handle of your suitcase again. Chris naturally moves to take it off you, and with a little shake of your head, you let him, linking your hands together so he can lead the way.

“Yes well, this disguise does absolutely nothing if you’re not hiding away too,” Chris winks at you, and you grimace in realisation. “I’m not that famous, am I? Do I need to start disguising myself in public too?” “Oh haha, okay. Miss Girlfriend of Bahng Christopher Chahn, not that famous.”

You whine and pull your scarf up higher over your face, now self-conscious and paranoid about everyone around you. “Hey,” Chris nudges you, “Relax jagiya. The whole world knows we’re dating, what’s a little ‘Bang Chan picked his girlfriend up at the airport gonna do’?”

You smile nervously as you exit the airport, nodding to a few people who’s eyes noticeably widen at the sight of you. Shit okay. “Oh I don’t know Chris, maybe it’ll fuel the never ending hate train towards-” “Enough. Forget about the hate train. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you, I won’t let them.”

Chris steers you down into an underground car park, and after a slightly tense walk in silence, Chris fumbles for his keys and unlocks his car, its black colour reflecting the bright lights illuminating the area. He dashes around to open the door for you, shoving you gently out of the way when you go to do it yourself.

“My car, my rules,” he chides, swinging it open with a bow, “My princess doesn’t open doors for herself.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and tilt your head down, trying to hide your embarrassment. “What does that make you then?” You laugh, as you duck into the car, “My prince? My knight?”

“Your husband,” he smirks, startling you with a peck to your forehead with his mask briefly pulled down before he closes the door. He really should stop joking about that kind of thing. At this rate, you’re going to die of a heart attack before you make it back to your new house, let alone live long enough for him to be your husband. You patiently wait as he stows your luggage away in the boot, fiddling with the stereo to figure out how the bluetooth works.

As he starts the car and begins to reverse out, you yell in triumph when your phone connects and wasting no time, press shuffle on your Stray Kids playlist. Chris laughs at your antics, leaning forwards to check for cars before turning out of the carpark. “You don’t have to play our music, you know,” he smiles, glancing at you quietly vibing, before his eyes return to the road. “It’s good music, why wouldn’t I?” Is your reply, and Chris only sighs, “It is good music, Christopher, don’t you sigh like that.”

You shake your head when he doesn’t respond, just stares blankly at the road. With narrowed eyes, you try a new approach. “I’m so lucky.” Chris glances at you again, his eyebrows creasing momentarily in confusion. You shrug and turn to look at the road ahead, “I just so happen to have a handsome, adorable, sexy, cute, sweet, kind, generous, loyal producer for a boyfriend.”

“Okay hang on-” He interjects, but you don’t let him speak. “You know he also sings too? And raps? That is talent right there. Don’t even get me started on the fact that he can dance,” you fan yourself and wolf whistle, “He’s got moves, I’m telling you.” “Jagiya-”

“Ohhhh! I should tell you that he basically founded the group too! Logo, name, members and everything.” “Okay, but it took time and effort-” “His entire fandom joke about him being the Dad of Stray Kids, did you know that? He cares for his members so much. And they also call him ‘best leader’ all the time.”

“Hey- no they do not-“ “Best leader! Best leader! Best leader!” You continue to chant, eyes sparkling as he groans into the steering wheel, having stopped at some lights. “Jagiiiiiiiiiii, that’s enough…” “Best leader! Best leader! BEST LEADER!” “Stop. Stop- I’m not-” “Chris the light’s green. Best leader! Best leader!”

He looks like he’s contemplating his entire life for the rest of the drive, one hand on the steering wheel, head tilted to the side with that fed up expression of his. You still haven’t shut up and you refuse to do so until he agrees with you. Your incessant chanting doesn’t stop even as he opens the car door for you, his expression still resolute. He digs into his pockets and whisks out some keys, dangling them in front of your face tauntingly.

“I won’t give you the house keys until you shut up,” he negotiates, and your mantra turns into quiet whispers, your whole body jumping along to its rhythm. Chris sighs and shakes his head, shoving the keys back into his pocket.

Out of nowhere, he lunges forwards, wraps his arms securely around your midriff and hoists you over his shoulder, dragging you out himself. Staggering slightly, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “Hey put me down!” You laugh, kicking your feet wildly, but then remember you’re supposed to keep chanting, so resume. “Best leader!” “Shut up.” “Best leader!” “No more.” “Best leader!” “I am not.” “Best leader!” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” “Best leader!”  “You’re talking nonsense.” “Best leader!” “Enough.” “Best leader!”

Abruptly, Chris puts you down and pushes you up against the door to your new home. His arms swiftly cage around your head and he leans close, breathing heavily on your face. “Enough means enough,” he whispers threateningly, and your mouth zips shut, startled at the slight edge in his tone… and his close proximity. “Finally,” he whispers, exhaling in your silence and closing the small gap between your faces to press a relieved kiss to your lips. 

When you try to shift your head away, disappointed that you still haven’t managed to get him to agree that he’s the best leader, he grabs your chin and pulls you right back in for more, not allowing you to say another word. Eventually, (when you tug at his shirt) he pulls away, eyes still glued to your lips. You take a second to collect yourself, eyes wide with disbelief, and an unfiltered thought escapes your mind, “Jesus I didn’t know you could be so dom.”

Chris splutters and his eyes lock with yours. Immediately, you can feel your face heat up, cowering under his gaze and the embarrassment of your thoughts.

“What do you mean you didn’t know? Have I not always been the dominant one in this relationship?” He laughs, and you sag back into the door, chuckling at yourself too. Again, unbidden, your thoughts escape you unfiltered. Maybe it’s the adrenalin of being in a new country, or being with Chris, or everything that’s just happened.

“So… da… ddy?” You mumble, and Chris tears himself away from you faster than you thought humanly possible.

You blink and he’s already back at his car, opening up the boot to haul your suitcase out, a panicked expression on his adorable face. You exhale in amusement and saunter over, your hands in your pockets. Once you peek your head around, you can properly see that Chris is now leaning forwards on the car with his hands, his eyes wide and blinking, ears burning red.

“So… best leader is… da… ddy?” You tease once more. Chris flinches, and as you go to taunt him again he rushes forwards, his palm closing over your mouth to shut you up. “Do not- do not say that again,” he growls, but his eyes are saucers.

“You said that you’re Stay’s daddy though-” you mumble, struggling to breathe through his hand. “That was- that was a joke-”

You yank your face away from his palm and fold your arms indignantly, “Sure it was. Sure it was.” "I was just- catering to what they-“ “Best leader or daddy?” You interrupt, grinning gleefully because you know you’ve backed him into a corner. “Oh come on.” “Best leader or daddy? And neither isn’t an option.”

Chris rubs his face with his hands, stressed, and your grin widens at the sight of his ears burning brighter than they ever have before. “Best- best leader,” he eventually mumbles, then turns away to roll your suitcase back up to the house.

—

And thus… begins your new life.

Little did you know that your teasing in that moment would lead to a torturous rest of the day.

—

Chris has to head back to JYP later in the evening. For now though, you’ve basically hired him to help you drag furniture around and decorate the place. It’s still relatively early in the morning, and you think that sooner or later, the both of you are going to need to lie down for a nap. You never asked him to pick you up at the airport, your landing was during the dark hours of the morning.

The original plan was to stay in a hotel and visit JYPE to retrieve your keys when the sun was actually up. Chris assured you that his time off was approved, and that he could manage on only a few hours sleep. Not that this pleased you much more. Apparently, Chris had been sneaking into your house long before you had even arrived here, lugging packages and boxes of furniture and basic requirements in without your knowledge. “The Kids’ helped too - don’t worry, they offered.”

Now, you were sitting on the floor, puzzling over an instruction manual and trying to find the corresponding pieces of the bed frame. As long as you had this set up for today, you’d be satisfied with yourself. Chris was busying himself with the dining table out by the kitchen. He had insisted on a larger one than the one you had before, so that the rest of Skz could visit too. You agreed because his point was valid, but also because it’d probably be nicer when Ashley finally comes to stay as well.

Eventually, you sigh and realise you might need some help. Who knew the pieces of a bed frame could be so bulky and hard to deal with? “Hey Chris?!” You yell, eyes roving the bits and pieces around you to find the right pile of screws. His response is muffled when he yells back, like he’s got something in his mouth. “Can I have a hand for like… maybe five minutes?” 

Sure enough, when Chris appears in the doorway to your room, he’s got a screwdriver in his mouth. “You need a hand?” He repeats, pulling the screwdriver out from between his plump lips. “Yeah just c’mere a sec please? Help me connect this-” You pause when you feel his warm hand slip into yours, his fingers wiggling to comfortably rest between your own.

“Five minutes? I can do that. Make it ten,” he grins, swinging your hands childishly, “In fact, you can have my hand for as long as you like.”  Blankly, you stare at your linked hands swinging between you, then slowly look back up at Chris, a sympathetic expression on your face, “You’re cute, but you know that’s not what I meant.” “Humour me,” he shrugs, shoving his screwdriver into one of his pockets for safekeeping, “What do we need to connect?”

What could have been a five minute task turns into a twenty minute one. Chris refuses to let go of your hand, tightening his grasp whenever you try to pull away. His clinginess makes your heart swell, but also teeter on the edge of frustration as you simultaneously laugh and struggle to connect the bed frame with him attached to your hip. You think, rather than him helping you, he’s just making it harder.

He tugs you around and directs your body parts as if he owns them, and although you comply after an amused laugh, you can’t help but wonder what on earth has gotten into him. “Chris baby, it’d just be easier if you let me go-” “Never letting you go.” “No- so that we can properly work together on this-“ “We can properly work together like this too-” “Chris-” “I don’t want to hear another word. Pass me that bracket?” You shake your head at him but pass it on regardless, and after some time, you successfully manage to put the bed frame together.

You laugh, you stumble over each other, yell in mock annoyance at each other, and even admire each other as the time ticks by. Not a word is said again about your linked hands, interwoven so tightly.

—

It’s been an hour or so since then, and now you’re returning, shaking your hands to dry them, from a bathroom break. You find Chris sitting on top of the finished bed, mattress, blankets and all. He’s typing something happily on your phone, his eyes crinkled in delight. 

He’s typing… he’s typing something on your phone.

“Babe,” you ask, your hands on your hips. He doesn’t even look up. “Jagiya. Is that my phone?” “Yeah, what about it?” He haughtily responds, raising a delicate eyebrow, but still his eyes are glued to the screen.

“What’re you doing on my phone?” You question, walking over to him and staring down at your screen. He’s messaging someone, apparently conversing with a person who’s presently responding in kind. “It’s Jisung,” Chris elaborates, finally eyeing you pointedly to gauge your reaction. “What’d he say?” You quiz, plopping yourself down next to him and peering at the messages.

“Is Chan hyung getting on your nerves yet?” Chris snorts, scrolling up briefly so you can read the conversation. “Of course I am? She love’s it though?” You scoff, raising your eyebrows at his response.

-

(A/N: When dialogue is in script format, it’s meant to represent text messages)

Jisung: “Give her back her phone you possessive shit”

Chris (on your phone): “pre-debut han jisung makes his appearance”

Jisung: “pre-debut han jisung is here for a chat with your girlfriend, not you”

Chris (on your phone): “disrespectful child”

Jisung: “old man”

Chris (on your phone): “how original”

Jisung: “Minho wants to know if you guys have made the bed yet”

Chris: “Yeah, we have”

Jisung: “he made this face 😏” Jisung: “it was scary”

-

You laugh in amusement at their banter, deciding to ignore the last few comments, and hold your hand out for your phone. “Alright can I have my phone back please?” You ask, rolling your eyes when Chris pouts sadly at you. “Chris can I have-” 

He does not give your phone back. Instead, he gently grabs your outstretched hand, brings it up to his lips and kisses your palm softly, staring at you through his eyelashes.

You swallow nervously as he kisses a soft trail from the centre of your palm right down to your fingertips, each press of his lips to your skin sending tingles through your body. Dimly, your mind recalls Jisung (Minho’s?) suggestive messages, and then you numbly realise that you’re both currently sitting on the bed in question.

It’s with a racing heart that you slide away and disappear into the lounge room, nonchalantly beelining towards a cardboard box full of decorations. You can put a few decorations up before lunch, maybe a few paintings and photo frames. Sounds good. Yep.

—

Deep breaths.

—

Chris had, naturally, followed you and helped unpack the decorations, organising them and trying to help you decide where to best hang them. Now it’s just a matter of actually putting them up. He’s twirling a hammer and staring at the packet of nails in your hands worriedly.

“And you’re absolutely sure you want to use nails? There are plenty of other ways we could do this that won’t put a hole in the wall,” he offers, picking up the nearest painting and propping it up on the wall. You hesitate, watching as he marks the position of the painting with a pencil.

Eventually, when he puts the painting back onto the ground and turns back to you, you respond. “Yeah just- pound the nail into the wall,” you shrug, and it’s not until you notice the shit-eating grin on his face, that you regret your words. “I’ll pound you into the wall.”

You groan and spin on your heel, throwing the packet of nails haphazardly onto the dining table and beginning the search for your phone. “We putting up these paintings?” He calls after you, that infuriating grin still planted firmly on his face. “I’m ordering lunch.”

Chris appears at your side and kisses your cheek, squeezing your shoulder affectionately, “You hungry? I’ll go out and get something. I know a place, but they don’t do phone orders.”  “Are you sure? I could just get take out-” You frown, picking your phone up from the bed. “I’m sure. I’ll be back in jiffy.” (A/N: “jiffy” is simply Aussie slang for ‘in a very short time’.)

—

How’s this day going to end?

—

Chris barges back in after about half an hour, proudly holding up a bag of the food he was adamant in retrieving, “How’s the prettiest person in the world doing?”

You smile at his question, currently occupied with unpacking cutlery and other kitchen necessities. “I don’t know. How are you?” You throw back, languidly adding a fork to the cutlery drawer as he pauses in the doorframe. “Me? I’m- what?” He chokes, caught off guard, “I’m not the prettiest person-”

“How are you Christopher?” You press, taking the food out of his hands and smiling at the rosy tint on his cheeks. “I’m fine,” he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly.

You dish out the steaming food onto the recently unpacked plates, passing Chris his share before serving yourself. He sits down on one of the barstools and patiently waits for you to join him before he digs in. You sigh in content at the explosion of flavours in your mouth, and for once, neither of you speak during your meal.

It’s not until about halfway through of just basking in the warmth of each other’s company, munching happily with satisfaction, that Chris interrupts the cosy silence.

“I’m not the prettiest person in the world,” he frowns, swallowing a mouthful thickly. You sigh and turn to him, placing your fork onto your plate. 

With your elbow propped up on the table, you rest your cheek in your palm and stare at the man next to you as he eats, a small frown evident in the crease between his eyebrows. Even in this state, unkempt due to the hours of physical labour, hair a disastrous mop of twisting curls, not a particle of makeup to hide him… he’s softly glowing. You can see his dark eyes swirling with a million thoughts, the pieces of his mind reflected in the glimmer of his pupils. 

Your eyes trace the line of his prominent nose, the curve of his plush lips, the cut of his jaw flexing as he chews. Not the prettiest person in the world, huh?

Chris’ face morphs into his characteristic soft smile, the one that gives him the look of a child, adorable and in need of protecting. Slowly, he turns towards you, this smile :], only intensifying. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” he mumbles, and you can’t help but inhale sharply.

If only you could capture this image, this image of him, and permanently keep it somewhere. You can’t though. That’s not how this works, but it’s okay… because you’ll permanently keep it in your mind, your heart, turn it into a part of your soul.

“Are you… alive…?” He asks, waving a hesitant hand in front of your face. The corner of your lips quirk slightly, and before you turn back to your food you utter, “Sorry, I was busy admiring a work of art.”

Chris stares at you, his ears red, for a long while before he returns to his food. Who knows? Maybe he was trying to string his thoughts together. Maybe he was trying to figure out how to express his devotion, his love for you. Maybe he was admiring what he thinks is a work of art, more beautiful than any piece of music he could ever produce… and that… is saying something.

—

“Oh fuck me,” you whine, as you stoop to pick up the screw that you’ve dropped for the 4th time. Chris looks up from where he’s sitting, fiddling with his screwdriver, and in your peripheral vision you can see him smirk.

“That wasn’t an invitation,” you sigh, not even looking at him properly. Chris abandons his project and stalks over to you on all fours, oddly prowl like - steady and paced, taking his time.  “I mean it,” you demand, “leave me alone.”

You’re looking down at the instructions between your splayed out legs, searching for the next step when Chris’ hand sneaks in between your arms and onto your chest.

“Chris-“ you begin to protest, but his mouth presses to yours swiftly, his tongue unfairly swiping. Assertively, he pushes you down to the floor, never breaking the kiss, and crawls on top of you. “Christopher-“ you try again, during a gasp for air.

“Yes…?” He chuckles, grabbing your head gently in his hands and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Just as you go to speak again, he kisses you softly, stopping you from jerking your head away with his fierce grip on your head.

The next maybe… 30 seconds are spent with you constantly trying to speak, and him shutting you up with kisses, each one more fierce than the last.

It’s only when your phone begins to ring beside you that he stops suffocating you, instead shifting his affection to your neck, his hands roving the shape of your body lovingly.

“Christopher Bahng,” you chide, trying to string two thoughts together. Everything feels hot; his hands even through the fabric of your clothes, his lips, his tongue.

You moan involuntarily as you reach for your phone, wondering how on earth he’d manage to find that particular sweet spot on your neck so effortlessly. He kisses it just that little bit harder, sucking at your skin slightly - trying to elicit that same response. You’re going to ruin him if you become anymore vocal.

“Chris- hang on- wait- I need to answer this call it’s Ashley- oh fuck you-” you whine, as his hands slip underneath your shirt in response, his careful ministrations white-hot on your skin.

You squirm underneath him, trying to escape as you answer, words tumbling out of your mouth in a panicked rush, “Hey Ashley- hey- hi, you okay? What’s up?”

“Oh I’m fine. I wanted to see how you were doing!” She chirps back, so bright and cheerful that you almost smile - you would have if a certain Bahng Christopher Chahn hadn’t decided to lift your shirt up, exposing your stomach, and drifted down to shower the skin with his affection.

You hiss instead and slide yourself away on the floor. He frowns at you and simply follows, this time holding onto your waist to keep you still. You try, in vain to hold a decent conversation with Ashley, hand covering your mouth to stifle your moans. Since you’re trying to converse however, you need to remove your hand to speak - and this means trouble when Chris decides to press a kiss teasingly close to the band of your shorts.

You’re breathing heavily now, and Ashley falls silent mid-sentence. ���Chan is with you, isn’t he?” She asks, and you laugh almost deliriously. “Yes he is, and he’s being a downright pain in the ass.” In a last ditch attempt, you try to force yourself away, but he’s gripping you almost a little too tightly. “He’s always been the source of your distraction, hasn’t he?” Ashley giggles, and there’s an unmistakeable smirk in the tone of her voice.

Chris laughs at this, the first sound he’s made in a while, and you’re only a little startled to know that he’s been able to hear your conversation the entire time. You hadn’t realised your phone volume was that high. Chris crawls back up your body and speaks directly into the phone, “I’m the source of her pleasure actually.”

“Oh dear god. I had already I assumed I didn’t need you to spell it out for me,” she groans, her voice becoming distant on the phone as if she’s holding it away from her in disgust. “Hey- Ashley that is not what is happening- he’s just being an absolute prick-“ you fumble, emotions struggling to settle; embarrassment? Panic? Desire? Guilt? Shame? Lust? Love? What? Huh? Who?

“Are you sure about that? I’m gonna go anyways- leave you to it.” “Ashley-Louise don’t you go anywhere. I’m sitting on the fucking floor right now trying to put a chair together.” “She’s actually lying on the floor, but details don’t matter I guess.” “Christopher.” “And where are you Chris?” Ashley asks, almost mockingly. “On top of her,” he responds matter-of-factly, and you cry out in embarrassment.

“See I mean- I congratulate you on managing to pin her to the floor, but that’s not a very nice place for your first fuck is it?” Ashley jokes, and her words make you completely freeze. “You’re absolutely right, I’ll take her somewhere comfier,” Chris decides.

“Ashley I am so sorry about Chris, he’s just messing around as per usual- I am so sorry, I’ll make up for your lost innocence when you get here, I promise,” you ramble, emotions definitely deciding to settle on guilt and embarrassment. “I’m not that much younger than you, ya know. This is nothing.” Ashley’s last words bounce around in your skull after she ends the call.

And you’re left to stare in a wild craze at the man above you, eyes glimmering with a satisfied mirth, his mouth pulled into a smug smirk. “Back to it?” He whispers, and you glare at him. “No way,” you try for a snap, but your voice comes out slightly broken and quiet.

“You were most definitely enjoying that though,” he continues, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m not- I’m not ready- for any of that,” you eventually manage, hiding your face in your hands, “I’m scared- I’m just scared-“

Chris rests his full body weight onto you, squishing the air out of your lungs, and snuggles into your neck. “That’s okay. It’s okay. It wasn’t an invitation - I know.” “Chris- I’m sorry- I just-“ “Don’t apologise… there is absolutely no need to apologise. I’m sorry.” “It’s not that I don’t want to-” “Stop trying to justify it, there is no need to.” “No but- I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want.” “I want you. As a person. That’s it.” “Yes but-” “I want your love.” “That’s what all of your antics today was about, wasn’t it?” You whisper, guilt consuming your heart. “I want you to feel safe. I want you to feel comfortable. And if you’re not-“ Chris hoists himself up to smile down at you, “Then I’m not either.”

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-> PART 9 -> Masterlist

A/N: I’m Minho right now: 😏

Feedback is always appreciated, negative and positive alike. I apologise for any editing errors, I’m forever learning.

Until next read! - Kaisowoo

[fierce-deity-bgg]

How about legend and four with a reader who is seen by others as a boy because of his haircut? Like they cut it when they were in guard training or whatever from their hyrule, and the boys see the girls trying to flirt, without knowing that it's not a man? Feel free, just a stupid idea

Four and legand x kinda masc F! Reader / gender-fluid 

OMGGGGGG first of all I just wanna say thank you for this request I never thought that I would get a request from one of my fav story makers!! BTW LOV YOUR DARK LINK STUFF :D 

(Reader is going to be mostly like shuri from black panther movies and a bit non cannon reactions from characters😔)

Btw sorry this took so long seasonal depression hit me like a truck over the past few weeks:

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Only just yesterday you finally decided it was time to cut your hair after a while of letting it grow all the way down to your waist. When you finally came out of the inn you and the chain were staying at for a while in gerudo town in wilds world you were almost unrecognizable at first. The only reason they actually knew it was you is because twi sniffed your sent from a mile way.

Wind: “wow I almost didn’t recognize them at first!” 😦

Time: “I don’t think any of us did wind.”

Four: “well he’s got a point- uh… and thei r gone.”

Legand: “great..”

You literally just dashed out of there going to the up draft before taking off the go find riju and hopefully train with her for a while. You eventually found her in north gerudo ruins training on dummies again and you both agreed to battle each other for a bit of training. Little did you know that four and legand were looking for you in gerudo town thinking you’ll be there.. 

(Yeah I’m doing a lot of time skips because I’m getting a mind grain😬)

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After around 3-4 hours of training with ruji (Btw ruji was the only one that recognized you straight away) you both decided to head to the town hoping the see the chain their already and only after the first few minutes of you both walking into town you started getting stairs and people whispering..

“Did ruji let in an another voe already?”

“Most likely but he’s cute in my opinion.”

Once you heard the vais say that you started giving ruji a side eye like your telling her “let’s bounce” but before you could even take another step a group of vai walked up to you and started commenting how you looked or how strong you were (not like they knew) 

While the crowd was just getting larger and ruji was just trying to get you away from there you saw four and legend, and legend looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone but he somehow kept his composer dragging you out of there in a instant with four watching

“You vai know that’s a female right?”

Four yelled into the crowd making everyone but ruji stunned as they were both pulling you back to the chain

“Never again..”

They both said almost in sync while you just nodded

“Fine fine… bozos-“

“Hey!”

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Ye so uh that’s the end I might make a part two after Christmas but ye- 

Requests are still open and I’m posting my ais on here so wait up for that and pokepasta stufffffff 

BTW STILL LOVE UR STORIES AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST😁

[gretahayes]

more core four repair shop au thoughts;

the fixing shop gives very much cosy small candy shop vibes despite it being like...two stories tall and a mix of a woodworking station, a metalworking station, a forge, a car mechanic, a tech store, a tailor store, a toy store, a library (tim and bart like to read and go through reading material fast, so they figured they may as well), and a sort of bakery.

(it's only a bakery when kon keeps everyone else out of the kitchen (yes they have a kitchen, keep up) for long enough to bake successfully. if he succeeds, you get whatever new recipe he tried out that day, or the old reliables. the old reliables come out when he's having a busy or rough day and wants something low-effort and comforting.)

(also, he doesn't sell what he bakes. he gives them out. unless you've got three hours to argue over paying, you're getting it for free.)

it's got a big winding staircase leading up to the second storey and just like a hole. smackdab in the middle of the store, so they can lean over the railing and yell to each other

it's also much bigger on the inside than the outside. how? magic. (when the core four says this, locals laugh and take it as a joke. it is not a joke. they now owe zatanna a favor)

new branches are constantly being added, and new stuff. one day they picked up crocheting and suddenly there was crocheted stuff for sale. anita popped by and for a few days, second hand kid toys/clothes were offered.

it's not a cafe but they've got a good coffee machine, a lot of mugs, the Good Coffee™, and all know how to make good drinks. if you've got a few bucks to spare, it's heavenly.

tim fixes cameras sometimes :) he's had a lot of cameras through his lifetime and marvels at antiques, well-loved cameras, and newer models all the same.

cassie fixes weapons! cosplayers and people who just have weapons on hand come to the shop, drop it off, and a day/week later their weapon is fixed.

if you come when cissie's visiting, she'll help you with your bow.

traya visits with flowers and is a very chatty and helpful salesperson for the day until she's got to go back home. she also refuses to "sell" stuff without collecting any money.

bart knows how to do almost everything so he does a lot of the work, but it keeps him busy and there's a lot of different stuff to be fixed so he never gets bored.

when asked by the titans or the jla members they're related to/mentor them how it's going, they usually only tell the hero stuff, which is wild because Small Town Nonsense, so the justice league is like oh my God???? are you guys okay over there?? are you sure you don't need help??

they're like no we're living our peaceful cottagecore dream literally fuck off??

justice league: you got dismembered yesterday??

core four: the demon was just a scared kid, plus they gave us our limbs back, it's literally fine.

justice league: we don't think-

core four: we're about plant a garden. fuck off.

the titans at least visit Sometimes (dick, donna and wally obviously, but they won't object to a visit from kori or vic or gar) so they know the core four are happy and mostly vibing so they don't have many protests.

sometimes they've got baby heroes their shop, jai and irey poking around, damian petting their emotional support dog (her name is buddy. she is not a trained emotional support dog but she is very good at listening. she's part golden retriever and part princess of hell. don't ask.), assorted speedsters and arrowfam teens coming and going.

their town (and shop because they've got an alien, a speedster, and a demigod. it's a cauldron of magic) is sort of at the point where the dimensional barrier is sort of...thin? so sometimes they've got other versions of baby heroes in their shop, just chilling until they can get them back home.

on one notable occasion, they've had a teen mar'i, a toddler jackson hyde, a pre-teen cerdian and robbie, and a six-year-old chris kent all at the same time. that's the most like parents they've ever felt.

tim knew they'd all end up crashing in one bed so he just bought like...an alaskan king size bed in one room then regular beds in the others. he was not going to lie to himself.

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curious bout yor's relationship with trey, jack, kalim, rook, ignihyde duo, teachers and sam themself :]

Ohhh many interesting ones here!! Beware for a very, very long post, though:

Trey Clover:

Trey is an interesting one. Yor is mostly friendly with him but there is a certain awkwardness around him they can't quite shake off. Trey is, by all means, a normal guy. The type of person they have met many times in many different places, a kind a supportive older brother type that is always offering them help when they need it. They never had siblings or a normal life, so they don't know how to talk to him beyond casual conversation. They do, however, steer clear of him when it comes to his teeth brushing habits, they are sure their dental hygiene is NOT up to his standards and is scared of the consequences.

As for Trey's opinion, he thinks Yor is a nice kid if a bit weird. He makes a point to help them out with stuff they don't understand from this world and to tell them any interesting facts about magic they might like, but he also notices they seem to keep a distance from others and witshes they would open up a bit more. His tendency to not say anything and be a bit of a people's pleaser keeps him from pushing them to talk.

Jack Howl:

Jack is a friend! Yor likes him a lot, they find it funny how serious he acts and like he doesn't care about anyone but will still try to help out others and gets excited about silly things. They like teasing him a lot for this, but they trust him as a support if it's needed. He's also the most serious and responsible out of the first years so they often complain with him over everyone else's shenannigans they keep getting dragged into (Jack will point out Yor is as much of a troublemaker as them and Yor will gasp dramatically). Over all they act friendly with each other. Meanwhile Jack likes and respects Yor but he keeps getting whiplash from them. One moment they are this serious student excited to learn more, coolheaded and cunning, not falling for obvious traps like the others, even being able to outsmart Leona, and the next they are being bribed with an astronomy book or yelling about how cute and weak they are to avoid physically fighting someone they just provoked even though they are perfectly capable of defeating said person. They are just a bit too much of a wild card for him to figure out sometimes jasfjdbg. He is also impressed by how agile and strong they are despite not looking the part! Get them to train with them (they are immediately back at the poor, weak act and denying any fits of strength they've ever shown, waving them off as "luck").

Kalim Al-Asim:

Kalim is... someone that overwhelms them way more than they are willing to admit. Yor is not used to someone being so genuinely kind and positive and friendly without some ulterior motive even before NRC, especially someone who is so rich and up in the social hierarchy as he is, so it throws them for a loop when they first meet him. They end up getting used to him after a while but it's a bit before that sdjfnsdf,,, they also are a bit exhasperated with how much he sometimes reeks of ignorance privilege with the way he interacts with the world, but is glad that after the events of book 4 he's slowly trying to understand others and their feelings better regarding their different lifestyles. Also, music buddies! Kalim is a great dance partner and they couldn't be more thankful for that.

Meanwhile Kalim thinks Yor is a nice friend and person. Also very cute, like a cat! And he will say so, much to their dismay, they are not a cat jdsbdjfgf. Yor is cool and a good friend and he tries to show them all the cool stuff there is to find in twisted wonderland. Take them for a short flight on the magic carpet so they can see the night sky since they liked it a lot! He lets them ramble about their special interests a lot too. I like to think he's a bit more emotionally mature than he may appear sometimes tho, so I think he notices how they avoid talking about their own past even though they do like talking about their world and culture. He respects this but will still make questions to prompt Yor to talk if they ever feel like it. That's how you become closer with your friends, right?

Rook Hunt:

Rook is another one that overwhelms them for the complete opposite reason: there is a sense of danger around him. Yor straight up didn't like him at least. They don't like feeling hunted, and Rook is a hunter. Their opinion changes overtime, especially after book 5 by getting to know him better. He's still weird and dangerous in a way, but he means well and is genuinely kind and helpful to them when they're in trouble. They're still a bit uncomfortable around him because he still actively tries to "learn their weaknesses" and observe them because they're interesting, plus since he is so attentive he reads them way better than they are comfortable with. (Also his endless genuine compliments leave them as a speechless, flustered ball in the floor and that isn't good for their cool and mysterious aura).

Rook is absolutely fascinated with them. Yor coming from another world is already interesting in their own right, but actually seeing them in action really makes it more exciting. They clearly hide a lot of secrets and as a hunter Rook wants to find them all, though I think he becomes a bit less forceful with his methods when he realizes those secrets might not all be good in nature. Outside of that, though, he thinks they are fun to watch. He likes that they hide their true cunning and more manipulative personality behind the mask of a helpless prey and is always delighted to see them in action, they are almost as good an actor as Vil and Neige. Truly, they are worthy of being called "Trickster".

Idia Shroud:

Honestly I have trouble coming up with a dynamic for Idia because of how late in the game he appears and how little you actually interacts with him. Yor doesn't have much interest in pushing Idia to talk if he doesn't want to, and they don't understand half of what he's sayign half the time, but they do want to learn more about the technology of this world and he seems to be an expert on it, so they try to consult with him when they don't understand something. I think they would be annoyed at first at the way he insults others for not being as smart as him or not getting the things he likes, but at least they appreaciate his passion for what he likes. After Book 6 I think they make the effort to get to know him and understand him better. They can relate hard to the feeling of doing anything for your family and the resign acceptance that you won't ever have a future, way more than they like. (Also, when they get used to videogames it's actually more fun than they thought).

Idia is meanwhile terrified of them at first due to all the rumours going around about Yor and their surface personality. Also their curiosity and endless stream of questions is exhausting to deal with. He doesn't really want to deal with them, but they keep coming back at him for technology advice, apparently cuz Azul told them to? So he has no choice here. He's horrified at their lack of technological awareness and has decided that at the very least he will teach them how to use a computer if it's the last thing he does. At least they don't push him to do anything else he doesn't like, so that's fine. After Book 6 he notices a genuine shift in the way they act around him, which makes him anxious, but it's not entirely bad? The more he learns about them, the more he understands why people compare them to a cat, that's kinda cute at least. He is interested in learning more about the way their magic works but is also low-key scared that they basically poisoned themself by absorbing blot to build up a resistance to it.

Ortho Shroud:

Yor knows nothing about technology and this world already has some funky races that don't exist in theirs so seeing Ortho they assume this is one such case and they move on with their life. They are curious about him and how exactly him being a robot, er, humanoid? works and what the differences with a regular human are, but other than that they interact with him like with any other person. They like him! Ortho is a good friend and a nice kid, he shares their spirit of wanting to learn new things so that is something they can bond about. They are often startled by many of his assets tho, what the fuck is that power beam, they are both incredibly curious about it and looking like the most startled cat ever.

Ortho likewise likes Yor! They are an interesting individual, surprisingly difficult to predict and understand and more resourceful than he initially thought. He also appreciates how they are nice to him and his brother (even when they sometimes seem a bit annoyed with Idia's general personality towards people). He, like Idia, is also startled by Yor's willingness to absorb blot and harm themself just so they can do magic and wants to study their biology and how they differ from a Twisted Wonderland mage plus how the blot affects them, but also generally he wants to keeroop an eye on their vitals just in case.

Dire Crowley (including him cuz he's technically a teacher):

Yor respects Crowley as a teacher and is grateful to him for allowing them to stay at NRC and paying for their needs, but generally dislike him for everything else. They don't have a sense of how TW works at the beginning, so following their own experience they aren't really that mad about the conditions Ramshackle Dorm is in or initially having to work to stay, but as time goes on and they learn more about basic standards in this world and that plus Crowley's blackmail isn't really giving him any good points. That's okay, though, they are used to having to fend for themself anyway.

As for Crowley's thoughts on Yor... besides whatever he has going on in canon regarding the player character, Crowley is glad Yor is such a hardworking and motivated student, such a rare sight in this school. He appreciates their skills and the way they handle themself, though he would like it if they stopped sending unsubtle glares in his direction. He is at the very least genuine about worrying a bit for them, especially when it comes to more self destructive habits like using magic despite how it makes them sick and trying to build up blot resistance, which is why he forbids them both things (and is dismayed that they are not listening to him).

Divus Crewel:

Yor likes Crewel a lot and looks up to him. They are a bit weirded out by the whole dog theme he has going on, but other than that he's a genuinely good professor who is always willing to help him with anything they don't understand. Learning they can just come up to him and ask him questions about any subjects he teaches and he will answer?? Literal dream come true.

Yor is a favorite among the staff and Crewel is no exception. He was at first expecting a troublemaker after the whole entrance ceremony fiasco and while they sure can be a problem child sometimes, they are also one of the most motivated students he's ever had. There is something nice about seeing someone so genuinely and unapologetically excited over studying, and he is often surprised by how quick they are to catch up to the class level despite their limitations. He's proud of them, though he often worries about their health both prior to coming to TW (those are so many scars) and afterwards (Crowley, the kid is going to get sick from black mold). Over all really good relationship (also even he has to call them a cat with how they behave).

Mozus Trein:

Again, Yor really likes Trein! They don't understand why people complain about his lessons being boring, history is such an interesting and important subject! Besides, he clearly likes his job and what he does. They like talking to him even outside of class, including moments when he talks about his own anecdotes, there is much one can learn from others' life experiences.

Trein is also quite happy with Yor, they are one of the few students who not only don't fall asleep in class (and if they do then it's a sign that something is clearly wrong with them), but also actively pays attention in class and asks questions. It's rare to see someone so eager and excited to learn like them. Plus, Lucius likes them too, seeing as he allows them to pet him and doesn't run away from them. That is always a good sign in his eyes. He worries a bit about their health and living conditions tho, as well as them generally. They are a good kid, but he is old and has enough experience to know they probably don't have the happiest past.

Ashton Vargas:

Yor doesn't have much of an opinion on him. They don't particularly care much about sport, but learning about biology and health is at least interesting. They don't have much trouble keeping up with his classes and doesn't mind them (except flight, they hate those). He seems pasionate about his subjects at least, good for him!

Vargas can see Yor is stronger and fitter than they seem, they have no issues with stamina and can carry their weight just fine, but they are too thin in his opinion. Do they even eat enough??? Did they before coming here? He is a bit concerned about them.

Sam:

Yor likes Sam a lot! He is fun to talk to and he reminds them of vendors from their world, he is a type of person they have dealt with a lot janfdjhf. They are fascinated by all the articles he offers and how seemingly he always has everything of everything you can ever imagine, they are honestly glad they are used to budgeting or they would be broke by now. They are intrigued by him too, they are sure there is something more to him than meets the eye, but they can't quite figure it out, not even the times they've worked for him for extra money when Crowley's allowance doesn't cut it. Sometimes he gives them special discounts at the store which they are sure are made up half of the time, but they don't say anything because it really does help them. Also, music buddies! Yor really likes Sam's jazz taste in music.

Sam meanwhile is intrigued by Yor. His friends from the other side described them as a "fallen star" once and he really wants to know what that even means. He thinks they are a good kid, at least, hardworking whenever they have helped around at the shop and very polite. They are shrouded in mystery, but he can tell they mean well. Still, though, they seem like they could use a bit of help here and there, especially since they still aren't used to this world. Overall, they get along nicely!