#cause it's too hot (outside) ε-(´∀｀; )

[zu-is-here]

make teleshopping great again ♪

[fxirybun]

too damn true!!! i also feel like with ur last point that ppl dont seem to remember as easily compared to previous times? for instance whenever theres a "new" tiktok trend i look at it and realise its not actually "new" just something that the newer generations seem to think they created or made it new again.

its like kids or teens nowadays are so focused on their online life that they forget things have been done before in a less than new way so to see aesthetics that have been around long before thenselves come back as an aesthetic more than a lifestyle baffles me. particularly with y2k, not only do the 00s feel too long ago ngl we had so much good stuff but its like if you search it on youtube all ppl say is how trashy it was just because they didnt live in the era of it or they put an importance of aesthetics without realising they really wouldnt cope without the internet but its more so they prefer how something looks from that era, than anything else, i dont think anyones whos chronically online (myself included) would realistically want to have zero internet in current times it really gives fomo honestly its so bad.

if u arent doing what everyone else is doing its so bad making us feel further behind bc time aint slowing down for nobody. we 30 somethings had a lot too but i feel that gen z just dont realise the difference in society between then and now and it seems vastly different i cant explain it? thats why i feel like we were in some sort of time alteration device in or around 2019 cause nothings felt normal since then and even ppls behaviours and just the way they "think" has been altered so much and it always has to accomodate to whatever is going on both online and irl, the fact we have to try to mentally separate the online version from our physical selves is bonkers. thats whag i mean its totally different and idk if its a good kind of different or bad. im even seeing this crop up with new generation kpop groups and my faves ultimately they still are very much chronically online even if they are on a break. its actually hard to keep up with this stuff going on all the time hbu?

that reminded me of the whole baggy jeans & flared jeans trend and how my mom told me that these jeans used to put a chokehold on them back in the 90s lol. we be following the 3 Rs rules 😆 : reduce , reuse , recycle.

well.. if the shoes fit , fits them 🤷‍♀️ and the majority of teens are usually in their experimenting phase wherein they get to try new things that they're curious about. been there , done that ◔_◔ an example would be my little brother who's in his mid-teen years. he's experimenting with some clothes and would mix n match them cuz it's "trendy". i find his fashion questionable because of the layered tops and pants he's wearing 😭 like bro it's freakin hot outside and you're going to wear that ?? tho i'm not gonna stop him , letting him explore and find his niche (˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

you know the whole "emo phase" back in the early 2000s and how people would throw shade on it ? well surprise surprise cuz tara yummy , johnnie guilbert , and jake webster are trending , and how their goth / emo fashion is making its way on trends.

gen z's are individuals who aren't afraid to express their opinions and are pretty much self-aware as to what's going on in this world. i find it admirable because their voices are being used to change the current societal expectations of what the govt or any politician had established.

i do feel that the whole pandemic was a major catalyst for all of us and how everything seems to be happening too fast. but i kid you not with this one cuz some of the millennials and gen x peeps i know irl has been noticing how we gen z's have no presence in mind and that we have short attention spans 😭

well , they're right with that one cuz i noticed it from my blockmates , the younger students , and my skibidi toilet siblings. and you shouldn't feel bad about not being able to catch up cuz i'm on the same page as you lmao ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) i had no idea what a "fanum tax" meant not until my little brother who's a gen alpha told me its meaning 💀 there's a new wave of slangs too and how i was left in confucius at first but i got a hold on it over time.

[channoticedmeuwu]

— 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 . . . alt jisung !

p : jisung × fem!reader | g : tooth rotting fluff, high school!au, alt!jisung, idiots to lovers!au, mutual pining | w : none

a/n : alt jisung brainrot ughh I may write more alt aus if this gets good feedback + I ended it a lil abruptly so sorry for that :( it may not be satisfying

okay so

this song is for park jisung if he was alt

*strums guitar*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAooOOOOoOOOOoOAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAoooOOOoOOOOoOiIIIOOOoOOOaaAaaaaaaAAAAAAAÆÆÆÆÆ

*wipes tear* beautiful

NOW OH MY GOD *throws guitar out the window and causes a cat to screech*

ALT JISUNG *passes out*

what A CONCEPT

shout-out to that writer on here who wrote something on it and I couldn't find the url or the work so <//3 thank u for such a blessed idea

ANYWAY OH MY GOD ALT JISUNG

so you, THE DORKIST BITCH ALIVE ⟵(๑¯◡¯๑)

And jisung, the hottest kid you've ever laid your eyes on (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

A MATCH

MADE IN

heaVEN

*yelling from the distance* GOD WASNT PLAYING WITH THIS ONE OH MY LORD

now HeEHEHEHDBDJ

jisung was the most intimidating bitch you've ever seen okay

HE HAD THE HOT EYELINER

THE PRETTY SHINY BOOPABLE NOSE

THE GLOSSY LIPS

THE RESTING FACE

His hair was so pOOFy and he always wore like the outfits that were always superior like frfr >>>>>>>>>>>>

And he always hung out with his ALSO very hot and charmingly sassy best friend, chenle

who was also ur mutual friend

who happens to represent me in this fic because he's so done with the bullshit I will throw at you today 👍👍

BUT ANYWAY

jisung was SCARY okay

He was cool but he never spoke to anyone other than his close friends and all

so trust me when I say this kid is like an ice cube

but INTERNALLY HO HO HO santa who?

INTERNALLY he is a very soft baby ( . .̫ .)

you don't really talk with him

you see him in the halls sometimes and he sees you just running to classes

but that's pretty much it you guys don't talk

*bites lips* he DOES however happen to have a crush on you

or at least thinks you're kind of cool and a great person in general

because *seductive lip biting intensifies* he HAS happened to notice how cute and bubbly you are with other people

SO MOTHERFUCKER CANT HELP IT OKAY HES SOFT AF

*inaudible sappy noises* ಥ‿ಥ

and he does tell his bestie chenle here

you guys share a class together tho!!!

that's probably where he caught you rocking on your chair and staring at him

And then he dropped his pencil and turned to pick it up and HAPPENED to make eye contact ( ╹▽╹ )

and you may or may not have slipped and fallen down

and he was just like (-_-;)・・・on the outside

but inside all (｡・//ε//・｡)

"are you okay?"

"yEP HAHA CHAIRS UKNOW HAHA"

"yeah,,,haha"

"HAHAHA"

man that was embarrassing oh my lord

CHENLE WAS THERE TOO HAHA

he was there sitting in the back like (���°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

and you scolded yourself internally because now you had caught jisung's attention

but NOT IN THE WAY YOU IMAGINED IT NO NO NO

so before he could say anything further, the teacher announced that there would be a project

and *mischievous hand rubbing*

YOU TWO WERE PAIRED TOGETHER

WHO WOULD HAVE CALLED IT HAHA SO ORIGINAL

chenle and me rn like yESSSSSSSS

and then it was kinda really fucking awkward

look you TRIED talking to him before but he was just,,,

He didn't exactly know how to keep a great convo going

"so jisung, how's class going?"

"okay"

"and uhhh did you do the homework?"

"no"

"oh okay I didn't either soooOo"

"okay."

"uhm"

"..."

"uh my mom'S CALLING HAHA I gtg"

ISTG HE WAS THE DRYEST BITCH EVER

you'd think he had a straight face while texting you, all uninterested but HE WAS PANICKING

HANDS SHAKING AND CHENLE BEHIND HIM YELLING "TELL HER YOU SHOULD WORK ON IT TOGETHER"

"TELL HER TO WORK TOGETHEEEEER"

*slams hands on table* BOI IF YOU DONT GET—

Hhhhhh

yeah you were just kinda bummed after that and jisung was all :(

bc :( oh no :( what if :( he doesn't :( like you :(

And what if :( you :( hated him :( from then :( onwards :(

*crackles knuckles in writer* get in bois we have a ship to sail

SO back to the project

after such awkward meetings, you'd think that the project would be a disaster right?

WELL YOURE WRONG HAHA IM SO UNPREDICTABLE

it was actually going pretty swell for a starter!

you commented on how much you liked his looks and how it really brought out his eyes :D

and he was all red like t_t

and he noticed your earrings and went "ooo I like them, where'd you buy them?"

and you were like "oh I made them myself hehe"

and he was like :OOOOOOOO

the you guys raved on diys and all

you showed him your teddy bear earrings and he showed his soda tab chains and bottle cap badges to you

and you were like >:)))

that day after school he was like "OH MY GOD SHE SMILED AT ME"

and chenle was dying

rip chenle's ears <//3

was this,,,,the start to a a potential,,, acquaintanceship!?

YES BOIS LET'S GO

SOCIAL INTERACTION IS MY PASSION 😎👍❗

the next day you waved at him and during class, you gave him something

and you were like "I made you your very own random object earrings! :D"

and it was cute little teacups :(((

and he was like :'OOOOOOOOOO

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find any bats or anything to match with your outfits, but I did find these small teacups :D"

And like HIS HEART WAS ACHING RIGHT NOW

thrOBBING

SCREAMING

RACINGGGG

"they're still so cute :("

"I'm glad you liked them"

and like ಥ‿ಥ

he put them in his pockets after that

and during that time, he mindlessly muttered about how you both should paint nails together and go out for some iced tea

and you were like "oh? why not? Sounds fun :D"

and he was like (*・//～\\・*)

"shit did I just sat that outloud?"

"yeah, you did, anything wro—"

"NOPE AHAHAH ILL PICK YOU UP BY 3 THEN, HAHAH OKAY BYE"

Cue jisung running out of the class and chenle walking by, raising an eyebrow like "what's up with him?" (٥↼_↼)

like an hour before your date,,,,thing or whatever

he was ranting to chenle

"WHAT THE FUVK DID I JUST DO"

"asked her out"

"WHAT AM I GONNA DO?"

"take her out for some iced tea and buy some books"

"I DONT THINK I CAN DO IT"

and then he looks at him dead in the eyes and CUE THE DRAMATIC PIANO

chenle grabbed jisung by his shoulders, tears glistening in his dArK oRBs and goes "you are a man now...OF COURSE YOU CAN YOU FUCKING DOUCHE *chenle face smacc*"

jisung was all t_t "IM WEAK"

"NO *face smacc* YOUR *face smacc* NOT *face smacc* but at least you're self aware I guess"

and then jisung's alarm went off and he gotta run

"enjoy your date or whatever"

"CHENLE ITS NOT A DATE"

"then what??? Is??? It????"

"WERE HANGING OUT >:("

(─.─||）

"OKAY IM LATE BYE"

so then you went on your date hang out

and U LOOKED SO CUTE OML *chef's kiss*

jisung was all *heart melting noises* *brain malfunctioning noises*

YOU MADE HIS KNEES WEAK >:(

you shared headphones and drank some good old iced tea and read comics in a coffee shop

IT WAS SO CUTE OH MY GOD YOUR HEART WAS MELTING

he kinda dropped you off too so he asked how it went and told you how pretty you looked and all,,,,

and you were like "we should do this again sometime!"

And he was like "oh yeah hehe"

and suddenly you gave him a kiss on his cheek and now he's a blushing mess on your front porch

"well uh see you at school on monday jisung!"

"yeah,,,,school"

my boy's eyes were in the shape of hearts

his heart was melting into goop he was THREE PARALLEL UNIVERSES IN TOO DEEP

so you can just imagine what torture chenle went through that night oHHHH my lord

JUST KISS ALREADY GODDAMMIT

and yeah everytime you two saw each other it was like "CHENLE SAVE ME" but chenle had enough of your bullshit too

because give my man a rest smh

so he was like "oh yn I left my books at the bleachers but I really gotta use the bathroom can you get it for me?"

And ofc you were like yes yes ofc

And he told jisung to do the same while he just ran away

*insert evil cackling*

so NOW YOU TWO ARE STUCK >:)))

and it was all "uh um uh hey hi uh"

until you decided to put your foot down and tell him how you felt about him >:((

Bc someone had to do it

and jisung was all *internal organs have failed restart required*

and he stood there babbling like an idiot

so date #2 instead this time you initiated it >:))

and you guys put some music on and did each other's nails :D

It was cute, he dressed you up in his stuff and did your make up and you looked so good :(((

omg and he so badly WANTED TO MAKE OUT but like that didn't happen ಠ ೧ ಠ

but he did hug you before leaving and *lies down on the floor and cries*

JUST TAKE MY HEART ON A GOLD PLATTER JUST TAKE IT PLEASE TAKE IT

*crawls to chenle* help,,,, PLEASE

and yessir you can just imagine the rest I'm reaching the 250 line word count sooner or later so

Tell me if u want a pt 2 but now you're dating type thing yes thank you

thank u mwah okay bye imma go cry

Alt jisung EHSHHSHSIHDJDHD

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[writingbeary]

One of Us

CW: mentions of hate comments

Note: Set around late 2020 during Mingi’s hiatus

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Being a celebrity brings in a lot of diverse experiences ranging from being loved by everyone to being hated enough to receive unpleasant words on the daily. It's like a coin being flipped, you may think that you'll be able to predict which side it'll land but never a hundred percent certainty. You could hear all the compliments in an hour and be sent threats the next, and that is what Minyoung has been facing the moment she debuted as an artist.

She understands that she cannot really please everyone and that there's always people who will drag her down, but that doesn't mean she no longer feels hurt when she sees hate comments directed at her. She's especially prone to haters being in a majority boy group. It wasn't like she received a lot of mean comments but it certainly increased over time as they gain more recognition particularly with the general public.

Minyoung also knows not to read the comments section to avoid coming across the hate but she wanted to know how the people thought of their performances, especially hers and improve upon them using their comments as base. However, what she is seeing right now aren't criticisms towards her craft but mostly of her interactions with the members and some of her appearance.

Sighing, she closed her phone as she lied down in her bed staring at the ceiling. The comments were replaying back in her head even if she tries to think of something else.

[Why is she even in the group? She doesn't sound that great.] [She's just doing lipsync. Poor members who have to deal with it] [She's so touchy with the members, especially to Jongho who doesn't really like skinships.] [She's pretty but she needs to lose some more weight.] [Leave the group.]

Minyoung bit her lip trying to stop herself from crying as a tear slipped past her eyes. Everyone was present in the dorms and the last thing she wants is to worry them if they see or hear her crying. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open with San barging in. She immediately hugged her stuffed bear effectively hiding her face. "Mintokki! Dinner's ready. Come eat."

"I'm fine. I don't feel like eating tonight oppa." Minyoung answered trying to sound as normal as possible as she bites back a sob

"Are you feeling sick? Do you want me to get medicine or anything?" San frowned reaching out to touch her forehead to check her temperature, finding it normal.

"I'm alright. I'm just tired and sleepy. I think I'll sleep early tonight. Don't worry." she mumbled against the plush faking a yawn to throw off any suspicion and letting out a tired smile. She wasn’t lying when she said she was tired but, it was a different kind of tireness she is feeling right now. However, she also doesn’t want anyone to worry since they’re usually perceptive of when her mood is low so she figured sleeping it off would be better for her.

"Alright. Sleep well then Mintokki." San chuckled while ruffling her hair a bit.

Minyoung mumbled good night hugging the bear closer. San left her room, closing the door and heading back to the kitchen.

"What about Minyoung?" Seonghwa asked making San shrug in response. "She says she's feeling tired and she's heading to bed early."

"Huh? I thought she was looking forward to eating stew tonight? I made sure not to make it spicy for her too." Wooyoung frowned as he set the clay pot down on the table.

"That's weird. Is she feeling ill?" Yeosang wondered since you were still energetic even after practice ended.

San shook his head and answered “I checked her forehead but she doesn’t seem hot. She really might just be tired.”

"Just let her rest for now. We can keep a bowl for her in case she gets hungry later." Seonghwa said, already pouring a bowl and setting it aside for the girl.

Jongho looked at your room's door worried but decided to let you have some rest as the eldest suggested. You had the room to yourself ever since Mingi went on his hiatus and went back home to rest. He thought that maybe you were feeling lonely being alone in the room for so long. He figured he could just check in on you after eating to make sure you're okay.

(Next day)

Hongjoong was about to head go out to grab himself something to eat when he noticed Minyoung standing outside his studio. He wasn’t surprised about the visit but he was confused why she didn’t just barge in like the usual. Chuckling, he asked "Why are you frozen there? The door wasn’t really locked so you could have just come in.”

Receiving no response from the younger girl, Hongjoong frowned pulling the girl in the room and sitting down with her. "Did something happen today?"

The girl shook her head before mumbling “Is it alright if I hang out here oppa?”

Hongjoong smiled patting the girl’s head “Of course. When have I ever kicked you out of the studio? You have that priviledge among the members, so make full use of that.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Hongjoong asked as he was looking through his phone, deciding to just get delivery. “I’m getting chicken. Do you want anything else?” He thought that if you were feeling down then eating your favorite food could lighten up your mood a bit. Receiving a nod from the girl who has settled herself on the recliner, hugging her knees, he proceeded with the order before turning back to his computer. He figured that if you weren’t ready to tell him what is bothering you then he wasn’t about to force you to say anything and if by being with him gives you some sort of comfort then he’ll let you stay with him until you’re satisfied.

While waiting for the food, Hongjoong noticed that Minyoung has fallen asleep so he went and covered her with a blanket. Sighing as he still hasn’t figured out what it is that’s bothering her, he decided to ask the members if anything in particular happened lately.

(Group chat with the members without Minyoung)

Mingi: What’s this? Why do we have a new chat?

Yeosang: Hongjoong-hyung made a new one

Mingi: But Youngie isn’t here.

Seonghwa: Speaking of her, does anyone know where she went? I can’t contact her

Jongho: I checked her room. She left her phone at the dorms

Hongjoong: Minyoung’s with me at the studio. That’s not why I made this separate group though. Does anyone know what happened? She seems upset at something

Yunho: Did Wooyoung eat her snacks again without asking?

Wooyoung: I didn’t! That was one time, stop bringing it up!

Seonghwa: Not that I know of? Minyoung was pretty excitable the whole day.

Yeosang: She was just monitoring our performances this morning.

Jongho: She seemed down since yesterday. San-hyung did she say anything last night?

San: Huh? No. She said she’s tired but nothing else.

Hongjoong: So we don’t have any idea? Nothing off about her?

Wooyoung: Ah.

Yunho: See? Wooyoung did something again.

Wooyoung: I swear, I did nothing! Wooyoung: But she didn’t let me hug her as usual today.

Jongho: Now that I think about it, usually she would be clinging on to one of us but she avoided everyone.

San: Can’t we just ask her? It’s faster that way.

Hongjoong: She fell asleep and she didn’t look like she’s going to talk even if I ask.

Seonghwa: Let’s just observe for now. Maybe she’s just having an off day.

Hongjoong: Right. Hongjoong: I’m looking at you Wooyoung.

Wooyoung: That was just one time! Wooyoung: Look. I won’t even dream of doing it again. Do you know how Jongho looked at me that time? Wooyoung: 〣( ºΔº )〣

Jongho: ε-(‘ﾍ´○)┓

The whole week, the members felt like Minyoung was not as bright and cheerful as she usually is even when they tried bribing her with her favorite foods. It wasn’t that big of a change but she did talk a lot less on camera and pulled back quickly when she hugs the members. No one really knew what was happening until they noticed repeated comments for calling Minyoung out for being touchy with the members and generally just throwing shade at her, during their group VLIVE where they were just hanging around and sharing stories as they reacted towards their old performance videos.

Wooyoung who was able to read some of the comments suddenly looked serious and pressed his lips to a thin line. He glanced at the girl who looked as if she’s making herself smaller and sinking into her seat and scooting away from the members. She was leaning against Jongho before but suddenly sat up and made some distance between the two of them.

Frowning, Wooyoung looked straight at the camera looking a bit pissed off but trying to maintain his calm “If you’re joking around then please know it isn’t funny.” He said in a warning tone. Confused, the members looked at him when Yeosang realized what was happening upon seeing another wave of comments.

Yeosang whispered it to Jongho who was still at a loss. The latter immediately looking at the girl who at this point looked about ready to cry.

“If you’re just going to be mean, then please leave. I won’t mention your usernames but know that if you repeat this kind of behavior again… you know who you are.” Wooyoung continued his warning as the staff with them behind the camera immediately motioning for the group to change the topic or end the broadcast. Hongjoong let out a sigh and followed the instructions but making a mental note to talk to the group after the broadcast.

The car ride was quiet on the way back to their dorms. Minyoung was about to head straight to her room when Jongho caught her arm. “Young-ah, can we talk?”

"Let me talk with her for a bit." Hongjoong walked past them waiting for the girl outside her room. Minyoung smiled lightly to Jongho before following Hongjoong to her room.

"Is everything alright bun? Aside from the broadcast earlier, you’ve been pretty down lately." He asked grabbing a chair while Minyoung sat on her bed.

Minyoung bit her lip, trying to think of how she’ll start since she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide it from Hongjoong and although he won't force her to say what's bothering her, he would still look for the cause himself.

Hugging her plush bear, she confessed the reason why she had been feeling down "I..read them again."

Hongjoong let out a sigh deciding to sit beside her bed to pull her into a hug, rubbing circles on her back. "Young-ah.."

"I know oppa. I know I shouldn't let it get into my head but.. there's more now..I couldn’t help it. I'm sorry. I’ll be fine though. Don’t worry."

"It's okay. If it makes you feel better, then cry it all out. I'm here. Bun, do you remember our promise before we debuted?" Hongjoong pulling her up so she'll be leaning on his side, as he patted her arm to comfort her. Minyoung nodded remembering how this was a similar situation back then.

"We're a team. If one goes missing, then we're not ATEEZ. 9 people makes up ATEEZ. Nothing less than that. Mingi might not be promoting with us right now but did we exclude him from the group? We didn't. The same goes for you or any of our members. If the pressure is too much right now, you can ask for a break. You are more important than anything else. We'll protect your spot, just as how we've been doing with Mingi. Do you want to do that?"

Minyoung finally looked up shaking her head. "No. I'll be fine. I feel like if I take a break now then it’ll only give them more reason to make me leave the group." the statement left a bitter taste to Hongjoong’s ears as he knows it’ll only fuel their hate. “But if you need a break, you can always ask for it. And we’re right here with you. You’re one of us and nothing is going to change that okay?” he said making the girl smile knowing he’s not just saying it for the words but he means every bit of the statement.

“Do you mind if we let the other members know?” Hongjoong glancing at the door. He was pretty sure the rest of ATEEZ were just behind the door waiting for an update.

“It’s okay.”

At this, Hongjoong patted the girl’s arm before opening the door revealing the rest of the members as expected. “I guess we’re having a group meeting right now.” He chuckled as he moved a bit to let some members in the room. Jongho and Seonghwa immediately going over towards Minyoung’s side and putting an arm around her from each side.

“I’m..sorry. I made you all worried.” Minyoung bit her lip before glancing at everyone’s expressions

“You don’t have to worry about what those people say! If they give you a hard time, just tell us and we’ll take care of it.” Jongho declared confidently making the others laugh but nod in agreement.

“Here.” Yunho held out his phone to Minyoung, the girl confused but took it from him with her face lighting up when she saw the screen.

“Youngie. Are you feeling okay now?” “Mingi-oppa!” Minyoung gasped in surprise but happy to hear his voice after a long while. Everyone was relieved that her mood seemed to be lighter than before. They prioritized making sure Minyoung was okay but they also knew that they had to take action against the malicious commenters.

As if clapping back against those commenters, all of ATEEZ posted a selca with Minyoung for a whole month after the broadcast. They also made sure to make everyone know that ATEEZ is made up of 9 members in every post they make, but what made the fans laugh the most is that all the members seemed to cling unto Minyoung a whole lot more especially when they see a camera filming them. KQ also released a statement that they won’t tolerate any malicious acts towards the group and its members while their official accounts suddenly had an increase in Minyoung content. They also scheduled VLIVEs where Minyoung covers dances with either San, Seonghwa, and Yunho, or a song recommendation with Hongjoong, or a game competition with Jongho, or a relaxed stream with Yeosang.

It was quite a statement from both the company and the group. It was a declaration that ATEEZ is a 9-member group no matter what people say and that if needed, they aren’t afraid to take legal action to protect everyone in the group. This action made the team cheer “9 makes 1 team” resonate louder in the fandom.

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ATEEZ Minyoung Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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Writing Beary Corner

Another dramatic update lol Don’t worry this might be the last for a while since all my remaining drafted ones are on a more cheerful tone! 

Thank you and I hope you enjoy reading this!

-Mimi

16

[klvbxlove]

omg (kanji & yu x gn! reader)

a/n: Y’ALL OH MY GOD. i’ve been wanting to write this for the longest time but never got the chance to ‘cause i was busy with other stuff. but now, i finally got to it! although i had to stop on a few occasions ‘cause writing some of the scenes had me blushing LMAO (PLEASE I JUST WANT YU AND KANJI TO BE REAL WTF). oh yeah, and just to clarify, i don’t own the song featured in this drabble! it’s actually pretty catchy (and spicy *WINK WONK*), y’all should listen to it. it’s a shame it’s not available on spotify or any other music streaming services, tho 😭

(GOD DAMN IT I WISH THERE WAS MORE YU X KANJI GIFS ON TUMBLR *CRIES*)

reader type: gender-neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): lime, romance

trigger warning(s): slightly suggestive content

summary: on a hot summer day, while cleaning your living room, you decided to dance to one of your favorite songs-- and having sinful images of yu and kanji in your mind. 

song(s) featured: “omg” by itano tomomi

audio link 

lyrics (romaji & english translation)

lyrics (kanji & kana)

word count: 1.6k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(e/c) = eye color (n/n) = nickname (y/n) = your name

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   君もカレも魅力的、OMG!    誰か一人なんて 選べない    試してみる? tasty    急に奪って今すぐに kiss me

   The song hadn’t gone into a minute, yet you could already feel your hips swaying to the beat. You weren’t even sure if you were cleaning your living room right now. It was more of you being distracted by the catchiness of the song and just wanting to dance. Every once in a while, you would lip-sync to the lyrics. Pretending you were performing it on stage. 

   But this was the type of song you would only perform for your boyfriends, Yu and Kanji. A private show, if you could put it that way. 

   ふと目が行く    その手つきにもう夢中    肩のラインも SO GOOD    頭の中は君と make love make love

   Due to the summer heat coming from outside, you turned on a fan to cool down. You could feel the air flowing your body and brushing up against your clothes (you were wearing a light, oversized shirt and one of Yu’s boxers. What? They were comfy!). But despite that, you could still feel some sweat rolling down. 

   You weren’t so sure if you were hallucinating, but you swore you saw Yu and Kanji in the same room as you. Shirtless. It was almost as if they were there (or it might be just the heat). 

   With their backs towards you, you watched as they were also cleaning the living room and getting more work done than you were. They were also affected by the heat, as there was sweat dripping off of them. At one point, Yu sighed and ran one of his hands through his gray hair as if he was getting tired already. You couldn’t blame him. 

   You also couldn’t blame yourself for subconsciously licking your lips. You really couldn’t get enough of your boyfriends. But the fact you got two of them instead of just one? You almost wanted to consider yourself lucky to be with such amazing men. 

   止まらない 想像が 伝わったら いいのに

   Oh, yes. Your imagination has gone crazy over Yu and Kanji at random points. 

   This song spoke to you a lot!

   こっちもそっちも捨てがたいの OMG!    早く早く私捕まえて    胸の内は nasty    シャイだから言えないの feel me

   You didn’t find any point in continuing to clean the living room. There would always be another time for you to finish up. So instead, you let your body move to the beat of the song. You had memorized the choreography of the song out of pure boredom, and needless to say, it was your go-to dance. Especially when you couldn’t get Yu and Kanji out of your mind. 

   You almost didn’t want anyone to know about how nasty your mind was when it came to your boyfriends. Your imaginations belonged to them. 

   uh yea yea    ah uh yea yea    ah uh yea yea    ah... oh, OMG! ×2

   You waited for the perfect moment for the beat drop. 

   And then...

   OMG! ×2

   It came. 

   You loved this part of the song. You felt a sense of boldness flow through your body as you dropped to the floor and continued the dance. Your imagination must’ve gotten to you, but you were seeing steam emitting from the room. 

   And it just so happened that Yu and Kanji were sitting on the couch, watching you (They must’ve decided that cleaning would save for another day, as well). From a glance, you saw Yu smirking at you. Meanwhile, Kanji’s face was turning a light pink while he bit his bottom lip. 

  Feeling their eyes on you sent a tingling sensation in you. And it flew throughout your body when you laid on your back and lifted your legs in the air as you continued the dance (**). 

   At this moment, you felt free. So free. It almost felt like you were wearing nothing but your undergarments. The air conditioner was able to hit all the spots on your body, cooling you down. But still, it wasn’t enough to stop the heat that you were feeling. And it wasn’t because of the summer weather. 

   顔がタイプ uh uh    なんだか気も合う uh uh    知性的なのも    他の誰よりも like that, like that

   Eventually, you got back up on your feet, but your body was still moving. All you could think about was how badly you wanted Yu and Kanji. Nothing else was your concern at this moment. You had no idea how long you could handle the wait for them, considering how they were still hanging out with Yosuke and Teddie.  

   2人きりだと 時が速いの    秘密のお泊まりあるかも

   And considering how it was still afternoon, you could have your boyfriends all to yourself for the next few hours. The excitement was getting to you--

   “Well, well. What a nice surprise we came home to see. Right, Kanji?” 

   ‘OH SHIT.’

   You swore your head could’ve been snapped off your neck by how fast you whipped it. Turning your head around, you saw your boyfriends standing in front of you. Yu had an amused look on his face, and Kanji was flustered. Almost similar to how they looked when you imagined them watching you dance. 

   “U-Uh, yeah. I guess,” Kanji mumbled as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was already feeling something in the down area of his body, and there was no way he could ever try to hide it. At least only you would be able to see it. And Yu, too. Thank the heavens that Yosuke and Teddie (or God forbid, the girls!) weren’t there to see it, though!

   Meanwhile, you stood there in your spot, not moving a single inch of your body. You certainly weren’t expecting your boyfriends to be home that quick. Let alone catching you dancing to quite a spicy song. Were you embarrassed about it, though? No, it was mostly you being in shock. 

   And it wasn’t as if you wanted them to catch you.

   Yu chuckled. “Those were some interesting moves you got there, (Y/N),” he said. You felt like your eyes were about to widen from how his voice sounded (there was some lust behind it). “Never knew you were quite a good dancer until just now. Another nice surprise to discover, too.” 

   “It’s nothing, really,” you smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “I just got obsessed with this song and wanted to learn the dance.”

   “We’re still not gonna deny that you’re good at it, though,” Kanji pointed out. At this point, he was surprised he didn’t get a nosebleed after watching all of that. His eyes were practically glued onto you as he watched your body move to every beat of the song. 

   How you didn’t notice him and Yu walking into the house in the middle of your dancing session, Kanji didn’t know. Either way, he couldn’t let out the noise when he watched you get on the floor. 

   Unbeknownst to you, Kanji’s imagination also went crazy. 

   “Aww, thanks!” you smiled, then bit the inside of your cheek. A habit you did whenever you felt flustered. 

   “But don’t you think you’d be good at dancing upstairs in our bed?” Yu’s voice suddenly deepened. It almost sounded like he growled. 

   ‘Wait, what--’

   “E-Eh?” you tilted your head. 

   “Because I certainly think so,” the gray-haired male said before he slowly walked up to you and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close. When you looked at him, he had a sensual look on his face. A look that always sends butterflies in your stomach.

   You almost didn’t have the time to make a noise of surprise when Yu suddenly locked his lips onto yours. Your (E/C) eyes widened. But it wasn’t long before you gave back into the kiss. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you could never get enough of how Yu was a great kisser. It always had you melting. 

   In just a matter of seconds, Kanji walked up behind you and began to place kisses on the back of your neck. At the sudden touch, you let out another small gasp. Yu found the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He also slipped one of his hands under your shirt and caressed it using his thumb. You let out a small moan at his touch, and Yu smirked into the kiss. 

   But it certainly didn’t help (or you know what? Maybe it did!) when Kanji subtly sneaked his hand under your boxers and began to play with the hem of your underwear. 

   Oh God, you felt like the steam was starting to come back inside the room. For all you knew, you were probably in heaven. But this was sinful.

   Yu eventually pulled away, and a string of saliva followed. With the smirk still plastered on his lips, he whispered, “I think it’s time we take (Y/N) upstairs to our bedroom and have them perform just for us. Isn’t that right, Kanji?” 

   Said boy looked at Yu and had the same smirk. “Hell yeah.”

   And before you could say anything, Kanji lifted you into his arms and carried you bridal-style. It prompted you to let out a squeal. 

   Yu chuckled. “That’s a cute noise you made there, (N/N). Although, you’re cute all the time. And don’t go denying it.” 

   ‘Oh, God damn it!’

   “Damn right, they’re always cute!” Kanji agreed.

   Yu nodded. “But enough talk about that. How about we head up to our room now? And don’t worry, (Y/N). We’ll take real good care of you, we promise.” 

   A clenching feeling was building up in your stomach, but there was also some excitement. So with a nod and a flustered face, you allowed Kanji to carry you upstairs with Yu following behind the both of you. You had the feeling you were going to be sweating a lot in the next few hours. Again, not just because of the hot temperature. 

   Not that you minded.

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(**) if you watch the music video for the song and go to the 1:37 timestamp, you’ll see the move i’m referencing (i’m not a dancer so i’m not good at explaining dance moves LOL). here’s the link if you wanna watch it. but as an fyi, it’s quite short.  

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH9

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Chapter 9: Resurrection Overture (IX)

{cw: threats of rape via beastiality (I’ve marked the worst of the content in question with  ↓ ↓ at the beginning and  ↑ ↑ at the end of those sections), brief transmisogyny}

This lesson caught him off guard, and Qi Leren was stunned for a while after the file was read before waking up as if from a trance.

Qi Leren, like many others, could easily let down his guard against his surroundings after the danger had passed, and such negligence was extremely fatal in terrible tasks.

"I’ve taken note," Qi Leren said gratefully.

Chen Baiqi snorted lightly and lit a cigarette: "Then let’s move on to the next item to test your physical fitness."

"How do we test it? Running?" With the last lesson of being blindfolded while avoiding throwing knives, Qi Leren’s heart was filled with worry.

Chen Baiqi blew out a smoke ring and sneered: "How can simply running force a person's limit?"

"..." Qi Leren felt that he was finished.

He saw Chen Baiqi insert a skill card into the card slot, and a heavy book appeared in her hand. She carelessly looked at the book as the pages turned automatically, suddenly brightened, and muttered to herself: "This is good, just right!"

As soon as the words “just right” sounded, a three-headed hellhound half the height of a person appeared at Chen Baiqi's feet. The three ferocious heads roared together and its thick canine teeth and dripping tongue made its fearsomeness soar.

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This strong figure, this fierce expression, and that thing under its crotch... Qi Leren swallowed saliva, his face went white, and his legs were weak.　

"This child was caught when I was practicing near Purgatory. He’s still in heat, full of energy, and has a strong desire to mate, and he doesn't mind whether what he’s mating with has two legs or four. He really is a warm and good boy." Chen Baiqi touched its ears and the three-headed hellhound excitedly reared up and looked at Qi Leren eagerly.

Chen Baiqi touched her chin again: "When I first entered this world, there was a very popular saying on the Internet... Oh, ‘it'll chase you, and if it catches you, it will 'hehehe' with you’.”*

*{E/N: A joke by Fei Yu-ching. The general gist of goes something like this: This person wants to go to a shop that specifically helps you lose weight. The cashier offers some packages of different prices. He picks one, enters a room where a lady is waiting in a bikini. She offers, "Chase after me. If you catch me, I'll let you 'hehehe' me". Thank you to Miko for this explanation.}

Although Qi Leren wanted very much to spit on her, this sentence had been out of date for many years and only middle-aged and old people would make such an old joke. However, Chen Baiqi had smacked the three-headed hellhound on the ass and under, her command, the dog growled and rushed crazily toward Qi Leren. Its enthusiasm was like an old bachelor who had been single for forty years and had met his new wife. Qi Leren screamed and started to run. He swore he’d never run so fast in his life!

But even if he had run a new personal record, the three-headed hellhound was still slightly faster than him. Even if he didn't look back, Qi Leren could feel the monster behind him getting closer and closer! He could almost feel its stinking hot breath spraying on his back, causing his chrysanthemum to tighten!

No way! If you continue like this, it’ll soon catch up to you! You can't just run!

I don't want to be knocked up by a dog!

Qi Leren, who was extremely nervous, mechanically pumped his legs and ran hard, and his brain that was struggling to consume oxygen didn’t have enough to think properly. A skill card? Primary Fighting couldn't make him run faster. Devil Etiquette... Stop it, becoming a succubus could only add fuel to the fire right now—he had specifically learned about succubus' data. This demon type with such an exaggerated sexuality would only make a field day for a stick. It was the most unscrupulous creature in the demon world, and the three-headed hellhound would only be more excited to see a succubus. After all, it was also a creature that didn't care whether the mating target had two legs or four, or even if it had legs at all!

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It was coming! Qi Leren felt the wind behind him, but he had already reached the wall of this huge basement. His mind went blank and he instinctively made a sharp turn to the right to continue running. But the three-headed dog behind him was not as agile as he was. Without time to break, it collided with the wall, causing the strong wall to shake.

Qi Leren, who was still desperate to escape, had a flash of inspiration in his mind: Yes, the three-headed hellhound wasn’t as agile as he was when turning, so he could take advantage of this...

Qi Leren looked back. The three-headed hellhound’s middle head had fainted, but the left and right heads were still giving orders to the body. It got up from the ground and continued to chase after him.

Qi Leren, with this train of thought, was much calmer this time. He didn't run around the room like a headless fly. Whenever he felt that the distance between them was close to a certain range, he made a sharp turn, and each time he managed to gain seven or eight meters from his pursuer. Wait until the next turn, when he was about to be caught up with, then repeat this old trick.

The three-headed hellhound, who didn’t have a high IQ, failed to see through his tricks and ran after him blindly. One man and one dog competed for endurance in this bitter mutual torture. Qi Leren’s legs that had surpassed their potential were almost numb. He was afraid the three-headed dog wasn’t much better. When he looked back several times, the three-headed hellhound had its three tongues lolling from its mouths, panting.

This was completely a competition of willpower. It seemed that Qi Leren’s determination to protect his virginity was better than the three-headed hellhound’s determination to mate. When Chen Baiqi finished smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, she’d finally seen enough: "Okay, let's end it there."

One man and one dog fell to the ground, four heads and six legs going on strike together.

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Qi Leren couldn't help thinking that if he was tortured like this every day, maybe one day he would have the terrible idea of "giving up resistance and lying down to accept it", and he really didn't want to do it again.

The three-headed hellhound was summoned back into the book by Chen Baiqi. Qi Leren looked at where it had just been enviously. It could rest, but he still had to be tortured by the head demon here. Yes, Chen Baiqi has risen to be a terrible demon coach in his mind, and he was just like the protagonists in comics who were spurred on, spending each day drowning in their own sweat.

"It's a pity, I thought I could look at 'man and nature'," Chen Baiqi said with regret.

Once again, Qi Leren felt his chrysanthemum tighten.

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"Intuition is okay, reaction and adaptability are barely strong, and physical fitness is still poor. You will report to me every morning at my store’s entrance, run to the steel bridge to fetch me two breakfast servings, and then run back. I’ll give you a watch. If you’re late, you’ll be punished by having to take my dog for a walk outside," Chen Baiqi smiled, speaking demonic words with ease and pleasure.

The dying Qi Leren couldn't help feeling sad, looking at Chen Baiqi with eyes full of bitterness.

"Get up, you can go home and report on time tomorrow," Chen Baiqi said with a smile.

"Surely I’ll be too sore to move tomorrow... No, I can't move now," Qi Leren said breathlessly.

"Oh, really?" Chen Baiqi said. Blowing out a smokey sigh, she walked beside him and raised her foot—the slender high-heeled shoe stamped between Qi Leren’s legs while he was off guard!　

Qi Leren screamed "AH" and rolled, narrowly dodging the foot that would have made him childless. The crisp high-heeled blow behind him scared him into a cold sweat.　

"You missed an opportunity to be a cute girl," Chen Baiqi said regretfully.

Qi Leren struggled to get up from the ground: "Thank you, this opportunity is not needed."

Chen Baiqi raised her slender eyebrows and smiled charmingly: "You’ll regret it."

On the way home, Qi Leren had been stubbornly thinking about Chen Baiqi's smile. He’d almost forgotten to ask her about buying a confidentiality contract. Chen Baiqi raised her eyebrows and didn't ask anything. He readily paid the money for his goods.

As he walked into a roadside public toilet, Qi Leren thought of cherishing his little brother affectionately. He had paid a painful price to keep it.

Unexpectedly, when he pushed open the bathroom door, he was greeted by a beautiful acquaintance. Her long curly hair was draped over her exposed shoulders, her gorgeous red lips were slightly opened, and her eyes were blurred as she swept towards Qi Leren at the door. It was the Illusionist Qi Leren had seen in Chen Baiqi's shop before!

"Sorry, wrong one!" Qi Leren subconsciously flung himself out the door.

The moment the door closed, he suddenly remembered... That thing in front of the Illusionist ... Wasn’t it a urinal from the men's room?

And the Illusionist herself, standing in front of the urinal at that time, had naturally lifted a heavy skirt and put her hand into the skirt to release its inventory.

Qi Leren felt his worldview collapse.

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Editor’s Notes:

I’ve honestly been dreading reaching this and the next chapter ε-(~д~”)

I want to give some forewarning that the there does start to be some notable transmisogyny in the series starting with this chapter, primarily in the form of misgendering. I haven’t read Part 3 yet and thus can’t speak for it (I will mention it in an E/N once I have and likely edit this one as well), but in Part 2 it doesn’t come up tremendously often as the character it’s in relation to, the Illusionist, is relatively minor. 

However, the next chapter in particular is unfortunately entirely comprised of an extended joke centered on transmisogyny and sexual harassment. Nothing plot-significant happens in it and the chapter is entirely skippable if you do not want to read that.

As I stated before, as someone who is only working on a translation, I don’t feel that it’s my place to knowingly change or omit content. I do apologize for this. I will be providing the same sorts of warnings and skip-markers as I have previously in order to allow readers the best experience I can give under the circumstances.

As always, I encourage you to message me if you have any further questions or concerns about this or anything else.

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Well, if you insist... It’s time to learn more about Dusk... and about her sister, Dawn.

Below a cut, because it sure did get long~

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2 months later... and they still hadn’t found Dusk’s sister.

Your leg was healed by now, to your and the other's relief. There's not even a scar, to your pleasant surprise; between Blade's magic cooking and Twist's healing and care, not to mention the rest of the girl's insistence in their own ways of ensuring you take it easy, you've been very thoroughly nursed back to health.

Dusk, on the other hand... was a work in progress. She couldn’t move well thanks to her lost lower left leg, and Crimson, Cinnamon, and Alpha were still working on prototype prosthetics that could interface with her magic.

You spent the better half of your first week in healing at her side; at first, you could barely get away from her, if you were honest. It wasn’t until between yourself and an exasperated Crimson, you managed to communicate your genuine need to go to the bathroom - and Dusk, larger than even Blade though not quite as tall as Twist, couldn’t make it there in her condition... not that you would have wanted her to. You were embarrassed enough as it was, once she reluctantly let you go, her eyelight shrunk to the size of a dime in her massive sockets, when Crimson had to carry you there with your leg not ready to have weight on it.

After taking care of that, you ended up lingering and taking a bath, Crimson running it for you, lightening your heavy spirits and guilt for needing so much help by flirting and cracking her usual jokes. She left you a little reluctantly herself, warning you she’d bust the door down if she heard you struggling too much without calling for help. With the promise of a fresh change of clothes coming from the main house, you relaxed into the bubbles and soothing magical solution poured in, made by Twist herself.

... That is, until you heard a massive thump a few minutes later as you nearly nodded off in the massive bathtub, shaking the very floorboards. It was followed by a sound you could only liken to an anchor dragging along the ground, punctuated by several thumps.

The front door of the huge cottage thudded open then, followed by muffled swearing in Spanish, a grunted sound- you tried to sit up, splashing and letting out a grunt and then a squeak as you slipped, your propped up leg splashing into the hot water and causing you to swear as a stab of pain lit up your nerves.

“-dammit, stone for skull, she’s fine- i’ll check, just-”

By the time you were pulling your head back from the wave of pain and mild nausea, the door splintered and crashed inwards.

You yelped, jumping again and earning yourself another bolt of pain. Thankfully the enormous tub - hand built for both Blade and Twist’s size - had you up to your shoulders in water, especially as you curled in on yourself, your hands submerged over your injured leg-

-but your gaze locked onto Dusk, who was propped up on one elbow, her other hand splayed on the ground, no attention paid to the thick splinters beneath her massive hand. She was staring at you, singular eyelight a pinprick, vibrating, flashing around-

Crawling, because she had lost half her leg.

“ay coño-”

Crimson was right behind her, hand caught up in the patched up, fur-lined jacket Dusk wore, as if she’d been stuck between trying to help her up and also drag her back.

Magic was spreading across her cheekbones as she glanced up to you, frozen in shock. She glanced away again, grimacing.

“disculpa- ah, shit, i just stepped out for a sec t’ call Scar, she musta heard somethin’- c’mon Dusk, y’can’t just-”

Crimson attempted to scoop under Dusk’s raised arm, to pull her up or loop it over her shoulders to get her to her feet, you weren’t sure. But Dusk wasn’t moving. Rather, after a moment, she growled, before slipping into some roughly spoken words in her language you still didn’t understand - like listening to an old-timey radio, if that radio was in another country known for some sort of romance language.

Not once did her eyelight leave you.

Crimson’s face shifted, looking frustrated but...

You weren’t sure.

Her hand remained on Dusk’s arm, but she tried, haltingly, to say something in the same language- before huffing, grumbling as she looked away, a shadow passing over her face.

Her words were almost too soft for your human ears to catch, but...

“... i know, but people here don’t understand that kinda... protection.”

You swore you could feel your soul tighten in your chest.

“She...” you began, before having to swallow around the lump in your throat. Your face felt hot, and you glanced down at the water, tenderly adjusting your leg. “Um. If... if she needs to, she can stay. Just uh. Don’t... look, so intently?” You huffed an embarrassed sound, ducking lower, “I-I dunno, um, her back to the tub, maybe. You can... stay, like that, too, if it... helps, Crim...”

In the end, you had two red-eyed skeleton woman with their backs propped to the sculpted tub. Your face was nearly as red as Crimson’s, but she was playing it off well, at least, joking and telling you some stories about her countless hijinks. You were grateful for the mercy in her choice there - even as Dusk, not blushing in the slightest, sat sentinel near the head of the top where you sat. Just a little tense, as if she didn’t like not seeing you... but she eased whenever you responded.

It was the start of a trend.

Halfway through the week, while Dusk seemed reluctantly willing to let you go take care of normal human body things, if it lasted much longer than that she wouldn’t sit still. Several of your skeletal friends were less than pleased about this. Scarlet seemed ready to fight, but Crimson managed to talk her down, apparently. Amber seemed particularly concerned, but hid it pretty well, with a joking boop of your nose in reassurance that they’re all just a little wary of the unknown but things would calm down as she hung out with you nearly the entire second day. Pepper and Cinnamon seemed to strongly dislike the entire situation, but there was also a strange... and deep level of understanding there that wasn’t said but you could feel - propped as you were, facing your friends and housemates, with Dusk like an enormous shadow of a throne behind you, her femurs on either side of you. It was the only position where she seemed she’d feel willing to not be actively holding you.

Blade didn’t leave on her usual haunts of the forest nearly as much as she usually did.

Crimson was the only one who could really communicate with Dusk, though it seemed Dusk caught on to most of the conversation around her as the days passed, more and more - the glimmer of understanding clearer in her one remaining eyelight. Speaking English seemed to be another matter, but it was reassuring to at least be able to know she mostly understood you - even as you struggled to try to understand her.

The others were less happy when at one week you were cleared by Twist to be able to sleep in your own bed back in the main house - and you slowly, hesitantly asked and offered to continue staying in the cottage... where Dusk was staying for now, too.

In the end, you won out; the others, at the least, couldn’t argue that when Dusk caught onto the full context, she was not going to let you out of her sight easily, and your room was the smallest in the house - not that it wasn’t still huge by your standards - she simply wouldn’t be able to easily fit... or keep out of your privacy, as the other girls put it. So with the understanding that they’d be looping in to the cottage constantly, they acquiesced to your decision and just asked you let them know if anything changed or you needed something.

And so, another week passed.

You’d gotten to the point that Dusk would nod or shake her head to some of your questions - basic likes and dislikes, and so on, mostly. Yes or no questions could only go so far - and as Crimson admitted, she was a damn private person... not unlike herself and Blade, well, put together.

Still, it was a form of conversation, and you felt your heart skipping whenever there was a flicker of enjoyment, or pleasant surprise in her eyelight. Something you cooked for breakfast, a cup of strong coffee, the texture of a soft blanket, the sound of the ocean when you showed her nature videos, the sight of the clear sunny sky when with Twist’s help you got her outside, even more so the sight of the stars...

Before you knew it, two whole months had passed. You were getting close to moving back to your room, but Blade and Twist, despite their new roommate, seemed to actually resist your offers and worry about doing so and giving them more of their space back, Dusk’s own seemingly trauma-linked dislike of distance from you aside; you’d spent more time with them because of this, and they were very much so pleased with that side of things in their own way. And you’d effectively cemented yourself as determined to nurse and look after Dusk while her prosthetic was finished up, as the other girls were still busy and trying to handle the whole machine being turned on against the agreement thing, which was another story entirely.

And it felt like your heart would break when, for the first time, two months after she’d appeared, you finally caught her dozing off when you were still awake...

Only for her to wake up mere minutes later, her briefly lax, shadowed face suddenly tensing with what you could only describe as overwhelming fear.

She didn’t scream, she hardly moved - like she’d trained to hide any expression of weakness - but her sockets snapped open, singular eyelight missing, and the pillow beneath one hand nearly shredding under her grip.

You’d been in a comfortable palette bed next to the pillow and blanket pit in the living area she’d passed out in - close enough to relax her constant tension, but not quite touching, something that seemed to relieve the girls when the setup had been established. But when you saw her tense you’d risen a little, propping yourself up on your elbow, bandaged leg no longer jolting with pain when you moved -

And when she’d woken up in a way that would have been screaming in anyone else, you’d sat up, hands lifted towards her.

You murmured her name, touch slowly lowering to her arm. Her jacket had been washed just the once since coming here, a few days ago - the first time she apparently trusted the intentions of Sapphire and Vellum as they attempted for the umpteenth time to gently convince her to let them at least wash her things. It was softer now for it, the obvious hand-stitched nature of it more apparent for the removed grit and mud and stars knew what else. Her pants were... you didn’t know a word for it, actually, besides vaguely harem-style, only... not sheer. They had a dropped crotch, effectively, roomy but soft and warm, and came to a fur-lined cuff below the knee... well, on the one leg, anyways. The other was tied off below her femur, now.

Her head turned towards you, both too-quick and too-slow. Her sockets remained empty, though you murmured her name again.

She was a still as stone itself. Not even her ribcage moved.

... Slowly, so slowly, you shifted forward. It was clear that she was watching you, even with her single eyelight missing. Gently your touch moved to her hand... and slipped into her grasp, managing to coax her to loosen its death grip on the pillow.

It was almost comical, the size difference. Your hand wasn’t even the size of her palm.

Still, the intention was clear, and you gripped her hand as best you could, a sad smile on your face.

You knew night terrors. And you knew at least a little about the night terrors your other skeleton friends had.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “It’s okay. You’re here. I’m here. It’s safe, here. You’re safe.”

Her phalanges twitched around yours.

... And slowly, slowly, she looked away, up to the ceiling- and her hand closed around yours.

Time ticked by, like that.

You only moved to shift a little closer, your legs curling up on your little palette, her nest’s pillows spilling and leveling against it. Your other hand rested over hers, slowly stroking it.

And finally, for the first time since that first day...

“... n.ot... me.”

You blinked, staring up at her. She wasn’t looking at you still. Her fingers twitched a little around yours, gentle, and you realized - she was attempting, hesitantly, precisely what you were doing. To... stroke your hand back.

It was suddenly very hard to swallow.

She was quiet for several minutes. You had so many guesses- one, above all, the very question that had her completely stonewalling, whether from you or the others, even Crimson, since she got here.

At last, her head rolled a little, back to you. Her eyelight was back, now, small and faint, but there. You had the distinct impression that she was searching for something in your face.

Finally... she sighed, and slowly, almost painfully, rolled, propping herself up on one elbow, but not letting go of your hand. With her other, she made two gestures-

She pointed at herself, and then with a flat palm, pressed down on the air, just a little.

Smaller me-

“Crimson?” you murmured, surprised. Dusk had never... asked for her, before, but - she hadn’t avoided her, either. Admittedly, she seemed the most willing to talk to her, even if only in small amounts.

Dusk nodded.

----

Crimson had answered her phone on the second ring, sleep husking her voice, but more sharp and alert than you’d expected.

She was there in less than sixty seconds after you made your tentative request and explained what little you could. As usual, she was wearing just a pair of boxers - these ones a galaxy print - and she had a black band hoodie dragged on over it, a last second addition, you had no doubt.

Her hand came down on your shoulder, searching your face as you looked up at her, thanking her for coming so fast. With a shrug, she then smiled, looking tired but curiously focused. Her hand lifted and ruffled your hair, and despite your half-hearted protest and quiet laugh, she just chuckled.

“anytime, cielita. so... what’s up, Dusk?”

Crimson unceremoniously fell onto the nest of pillows as she addressed her, kicking up a leg over her knee and curiously searching the face of your motley crew’s latest addition. Dusk seemed to do the same.

Her hand still held yours. Crimson had obviously noted that, but to your surprise... didn’t say anything.

Dusk began speaking.

Your eyes widened. She’d never spoken this much before; part of you wondered if she could, if maybe her nigh-feral fangs and sharp teeth caused her too much pain to do so... but if it did, she didn’t show it. You couldn’t understand a word, but it wasn’t long before you were watching her expressions more than anything... and, when she inhaled sharply not thirty seconds in, Crimson’s face.

You... you didn’t like what you saw.

But Dusk wasn’t giving her time to translate- not yet, and it seemed like she needed to get this out, whatever this was.

For nearly five minutes, she spoke.

If you weren’t certain that whatever was being said was dark and dangerous and quite probably heart-breaking, you would have likened it to some kind of exercise in listening to the most pleasant cadence of language and inflection. You didn’t know what made her voice sound like a rich old radio’s quality, but you’d become accustomed to it, and enjoyed it as much as you could around your frustration at being unable to properly understand her...

It nearly jolted you when she suddenly ceased speaking.

Your head turned to Crimson. Her eyelights were gone, and despite the fact that she’d largely held the same seemingly laid-back posture the whole time... her hands were balled into fists. Slowly, she sat up, her feet dragging in the pillows.

“Crim..?” you gently pressed. You felt anxious, desperate to be let in, but you didn’t want to be demanding when-

“it’s... joder, i can’t...” Crimson shook her head, her sockets clenching shut as she slowly rested her elbows on her knees. “that’s...”

She took a breath. Above you, you could tell Dusk was looking down once more, but you weren’t sure you had the courage to glance up and see who she was looking at... or how.

“... she’d already explained a bit about her world,” Crimson managed, gaze still down, gazing into some dark middle distance. “like i’d explained to you all... all i could really get was that her world had a famine thanks t’the kid abandonin’ them ‘n killin’ queenie, but it was more vicious ‘n deadly than B ‘n Twist went through - more like me ‘n Scar’s...”

She took a slow breath, and finally, finally looked up with a heavy exhale.

It had been a long time since you’d seen her with that kind of weight and darkness to her expression, and it chilled you.

“... ‘pparently... rather than their Dyne simply goin’ mad with sorrow ‘n power ‘n rage, he... ended up tryin’ to absorb the souls.”

You inhaled sharply. You’d heard, eventually, from Blade and Twist what they’d gone through. But... “But, wouldn’t taking a soul, I mean- it’s not good, but one of them leaving, he could get more and come back to break everyone free, right-?”

Crimson grimaced, and shook her head, her eyelights dimming.

“that’s the kicker. it... wasn’t one. he... he tried to absorb ‘em all. ‘n... they had five at that point.”

You couldn’t help but gasp, and your hand tightened in Dusk’s.

... after a beat, she squeezed yours back.

“they’d lost ‘em all, but i guess Dusk ‘n her sis had been kinda doin’ some treason ‘n squirrelled away new ones after Dyne lost it and murdered the next human, destroyed ‘em to the point of their soul bein’ shattered ‘n lost. they weren’t gonna let it happen again... everyone was starvin’, too, so-” she glanced away. You understood - not unlike Blade and Twist, they had to do what they had to do. You simply nodded, and Crimson continued, “Dyne figured it out, though. ‘course the bastard did. snitch or spy, dunno, but he kept tryin’ t’find the proof, th’ souls, and...”

“He finally did...”

Crimson nodded, and now, her eyelights were burning brighter, angry.

“fucker raided the place, what shambles were left of the royal guard now his, and clingin’ to the power ‘n his bullshit promises of revenge and the surface bein’ their’s - but... but Dusk’s sis was there... preppin’ the fifth soul. Dusk was out distributin’ the, uh, food, and...”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t notice the single eyelight, transfixed on your every minute reaction.

Crimson dragged a clawed hand down her face.

“i didn’t understand all of it, ancient’s a tricky magical language ‘n i’m so damn rusty, but... they fought. everyone else was dead by the time Dusk got there, no longer able to teleport, already had her head injury from their last clash with Dyne... and Dyne had gotten hold of three of the souls. he’d fuckin’... he was some horrifyin’ thing. no longer a monster, no longer him - fuckin’ forty or fifty feet tall, and-” Crimson gestured, something unfamiliar but you understood the horror and disgust and wrongness of whatever it was conveying. “-Dusk’s sis had the last two souls, and- shit, that thing saw Dusk and before she could do a damn fuckin’ thing... her sis was reactin’. Dusk woulda been dust with a single swipe, but... her sister...”

You didn’t know when your hand had clapped over your mouth, agape - but the prick of heat in your eyes was undeniable.

“She... she absorbed the souls-?”

Without thinking, you looked up at Dusk.

She was staring down at you, cracked, battered face unreadable.

“... yeah. next thing Dusk knew, her sister was screamin’, writhin’- and the moment after, she was knocked on her back by something huge before Dyne could get to her - clean out the cave, into the forest.”

Your gaze was locked on Dusk’s, and you felt the wetness finally hit your cheeks.

“she came to and Dyne was no where to be seen, but half the forest was overgrown ‘n mowed down. ambient magic was overflowin’ in ways she’d never known, clearly affectin’ the environment. and over her was somethin’... someone 20, 30 feet tall.”

“Your sister,” you whispered, eyes stinging, your view of her face blurring a little. Your voice was almost too tight.

Dusk, ever so slightly, inclined her head.

“... she wasn’t... her. not exactly. not anymore. but for some reason she hadn’t completely de-stabilized either - she didn’t say much about that, but...” Crimson made a sound like a growl in her throat, and you heard the quiet sound of her phalanges sliding together and tightening. “for years now, guess her sister’s... been some sort of... sentinel, in the snowdin caverns. she can’t talk, doesn’t seem as... there. like she’s got just the one mission... and she does. Dyne’s still out there, i guess - completely mad, somethin’ that ain’t quite sentient, more beast than monster or... amalgamate. fucked up the rest of the underground, sent everyone scramblin’. guess they both put off insane levels of ambient magic, and the whole underground’s different for it, monsters more feral ‘n magical, ‘n the surroundings too. there’re two factions now, those that worship Dyne as some sorta god now that’ll deliver them from the underground if they can just sacrifice a few more souls to him. the others rallied in snowdin, dusk got ‘em to the ruins, only place that’s close t’safe. she’s hunted, and she hunts... ‘n tracks her sister, i guess. makin’ sure none of the huge number of fanatics bands t’gether enough to take down her sis, who is the only one who can fend off Dyne when crawls outta whatever hellhole he’s been digging lately. guess she was in the middle was disarmin’ one of the traps the fanatics laid out for her sis when she got dragged here, but uh, yeah, that went about as well as it obviously did.”

You were crying.

There was no hiding it. Your heart, your soul hurt, and you didn’t even know what to say.

No wonder she almost never slept. No wonder she didn’t want you out of her sight. Was she inclined to protect any human, if only to keep them out of her Dyne’s hands? Or had she been about to kill you at that first glance, pain-ridden mind only registering there was a human in the forest with her, a human that could be used to make Dyne more powerful, and wanting to extinguish that chance?

Had... she given up on ever seeing the sky...? With her people so altered, with some horrifying haunting threat and faux-god threatening their lives...

You were moving forward suddenly, hand leaving hers only to wrap your arms around as much of her as you could. She jolted, slightly - but you didn’t pause, didn’t pull back, your face burying into her chest and your hands balling into her jacket.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage for a moment, your voice choked. You squeezed tighter, a tiny sound breaking free of your throat as you fought the tears. “Dusk, I’m- I’m so sorry, oh my god, I d-don’t... I can’t even i-imagine-”

You only felt a fresh wave of tears when, so, so slowly... her arms shifted, and folded around you.

She held you, squeezing, eventually, but carefully, and you held her back. You didn’t see Crimson set a hand on her elbow, looking away, out the window, silent, her other hand clenched in a fist.

You didn’t know what lead Dusk to want to reveal this now. You didn’t know what exactly her night terror had been about - countless things in that tale were enough for a lifetime. It glossed entirely over so many things you could only hazard a terrible guess were equally horrifying and soul-breaking.

So, you simply hugged her, form shaking lightly, and she hugged you back.

...

Eventually, you pulled back, wiping at your face and apologizing, but she simply shook her head, and didn’t entirely let you go. You ended up sandwiched between Dusk and Crimson, a few final questions answered in that language you didn’t understand, but was apparently referred to as simply ‘Ancient’.

It turns out, the reason Dusk had seemed so unsurprised when your friends explained that usually both siblings were transported, yet they couldn’t find her sister, was because after the gist of the mechanics were explained to her she figured her sister’s soul was... too warped to register, or perhaps too powerful to be dragged against her will out of the timeline.

There wasn’t much you could say to that.

However, quietly, you asked Dusk if... even if her sister wasn’t here, if she wanted to give her a nickname too, to make things... easier?

You weren’t sure if that was the right word, but she, surprisingly, agreed.

Dawn, it was decided.

And, in one of the last phrases she offered that night before going quiet once more, she explained in Ancient to Crimson, while looking down at you and making a gesture, hands folded and fisted, then splaying outwards...

“... her sister’s magic’s overpowered now t’keep her together, threaded through her joints, glowing red visibly at all times, and filling cracks and scars in her bones, and spilling out of her eyesockets. the forest’s overgrown and taller now so even at full height she’s not usually visible... but when she’s near, it’s... it’s like dawn’s risin’, peerin’ through the mist ‘n snow ‘n trees.”

Even Crimson had to take a moment after that, her voice failing her.

Together, the three of you watched through the broad living room windows as the wee hours of the night gave way to the wee hours of the morning, and the morning sun began to paint the horizon in warm, brilliant colors.

[sphericaldice]

We Have Not Touched The Stars Nor Are We Forgiven (aka The One Where Ishimaru Jacks Off With Oowada Butter)

( ‘́⌣’̀) Ao3 (˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

Summary: Ishimaru Kiyotaka handles grief and love the best way he knows how, poorly.

Author Comments: Just gonna come out and say it, this is a darkfic lol. If you’re not in to that, then you may wanna skip this one. This fic is also r-18 so younuns please come back later! 

Reblog if you like what I write and check out my Ao3 ㋛

SPOILERS FOR DANGANROMPA TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC  ***

“Wh-whoops...I slipped...Sorry, man.” 

“Sorry, man.” Was all the Biker could muster, gazing away from Kiyotaka and his remaining classmates. Though his face was veiled by his unkempt pompadour, tears crept down his visage and dripped from his chin, making their presence known to everyone. 

Ishimaru Kiyotaka didn’t remember who he voted for instead of Mondo, it wasn’t a conscious election. It could have been Byakuya, Hifumi, Yasuhiro, Aoi, Celestia, dead Chihiro, Touko the harbourer of a blade-wielding maniac, or Makoto, who shot down every last one of his feeble rebuttals, just anyone, anything but his Aniki. Kiyotaka’s final bid to save Oowada Mondo was predictably trivial. No one listened to him because no one loved like him. That had to be it, none of his classmates had a bro they made a promise too. That’s how they could be so blind and imperturbable. So wrong. It was all wrong.

The bilious cackling of the mechanical ursine wrang in Kiyotaka’s ears “Pupupupupu! Punishment time!” it squawked with excitement that mocked the mournful courtroom. 

 Kiyotaka staggered forward, towards a detached Mondo who wouldn’t meet his tear-drowned eyes. The Ultimate Moral Compas didn’t get very far before Sakura swiftly encapsulated him in a bear hug. He watched the boy, the bear, and the bike pull off in the direction of an enormous metal cage embezzled with wooden tiger cut-outs.  

Gunk from his nose stained his quivering lips as he cried out “Wait! I’m asking you to just wait, please!” Kiyotaka spurted in place, hopelessly retrained by the Ultimate Fighter. 

Sakura tightened her grip “You fool! Do you want to be dragged off as well?” she snapped but her usually husky and authoritative voice was brittle. 

Kiyotaka clawed unprofitably at Sakura’s thick, brown, arms. If he could just break free he would fly ahead and save his innocent best friend. But he was not strong enough. “Why won’t you wait!? I’m begging you to listen to me!” 

Sakura groaned and hung her head, and at that moment Kiyotaka felt dampness against his hair.

The execution couldn’t have been more than a minute. Sakura attempted to shift her arms in a way that allowed her to cover Kiyotaka’s eyes but he would not allow it. He watched, sangria eyes bulging, as the tiger-adorned contraption began to spin Mondo around and around. Even from a safe distance, he could see, take in Aniki’s face, first stained with regret and then completely deformed by consternation as the machine gathered unbelievable speed. Kiyotaka witnessed the moment Aniki’s neck snapped from whiplash and he was beyond anything he could’ve done to save him. Seconds later the man Kiyotaka loved was a jet-black blemish on the cage’s steel tracks and the bitter scent of smoke bombarded his nostrils. It was over. Or so he thought.

 There was a sharp ting akin to an old fashioned microwave and the machine expelled something that resembled a pint of yoghurt. The cream coloured container slid across the checkered linoleum and landed at Fukawa Touko’s feet. The haggard girl did her best impression of a cat vomiting and stumbled backwards into Asahina Aoi who reacted with a high-pitched yelp once she saw what had spooked Touko.

“W-what is that!?” stammered the tanned swimmer, covering her mouth with a quivering palm.”

“Haa...Haa...Consider it a souvenir for Captain Morals over there, pupupupupu!” Monukuma replied between pants, he was exhausted from his impromptu hula-hoop routine. 

Sakura released Kiyotaka and he clambered over to the two girls, hastily despite his legs feeling like lead. The boy fell to his knees, snatching up the container. He stared blankly at the lid and stern, smokey eyes stared back at him. It was Aniki. By then a few other classmates had gathered around him, anxious to see what was causing such a commotion. 

Naegi Makoto leered over Kiyotaka’s shoulders and read the pint’s label aloud. “‘Oowada Butter’..? What the hell, Monokuma, that’s too horrible! You can’t just turn our friend into...butter!” 

“Pupupupu, Oh but I can! And I have a feeling something beary interesting is going to happen tonight!”  The bear vanished, marking the end of the trial.

 Students filed into the crimson elevator, some looking rather ill, all completely silent. Kiyotaka felt a large hand on his shoulder and glanced skyward at the tower of a woman before him. 

“Come now, friend, we do not want to miss the elevator,” Sakura said, regarding him kindly. On her other arm, Aoi clung for dear life. “We will walk you back to your room.”

He allowed Sakura to drag him from the courtroom.

***

They sullen group strolled wordlessly for what felt like aeons to Kiyotaka and arrived outside his room a few minutes before 10 pm. 

Sakura’s low voice cut the thick silence, “Would you like Asahina and I to stay over tonight?”

“No. That would be improper.”

“It’s fine, really,” Aoi chimed, “Ogami-chan and I have had plenty of sleepovers when I need someone!” 

If this were any other evening Kiyotaka would’ve delivered a choice lecture onto Asahina Aoi and her muscular...cohort, but tonight he said nothing. Without replying he reached for his door, but a hand on his shoulder froze his motion.

“Wait, Ishimaru.” Sakura addressed him firmly, but there was an underlying softness and compassion in her voice. “What do plan to do with that?” 

He knew immediately what she was referring to. He tightened his grip on the container. “I am going to keep it.”

“Whoa, are you sure? Just because that bear didn’t mess with the doughnuts or any of our other food doesn’t mean he didn’t poison that butter!” Aoi exclaimed, bringing a hand to her ample chest. 

Kiyotaka clenched his teeth. “I’m not going to eat it!” He trudged into his room slamming the door behind them before either girl could interject with anything else. 

He did not turn on the lights, opting instead to stand in the doorway of his black room for a while. Aoi and Sakura were likely calling out to him from behind the door, but the soundproof walls helped him blot the concerned pair from his mind. He hated Ogami Sakura and Asahina Aoi. He hated all of his classmates who had allowed Aniki to die. He hated Monokuma. He hated Fujisaki Chihiro because she was with Aniki and he wasn’t. He hated so much that his head spun. Monokuma’s nightly announcement aired and ended with Kiyotaka paying no mind to it. Eventually, he shuffled towards his bed, took a weary seat, and set the Oowada Butter on the adjacent drawer. He undressed to his briefs, socks and undershirt, in the dark, leaving his uniform to rest atop his boots on the floor. He knew it would wrinkle this way. He paid it no mind tonight. He swung his leg on to the bed, one at a time, mechanically, and let himself collapse. Laying there, Kiyotaka felt oddly restive. This was his typical bedtime, but his racing mind refused to align with his exhausted body, sleep would not grant him escape from this nightmare. He wanted desperately to will himself unconscious but every time he shut his eyes he saw Mondo’s neck snap. Again and again and again and again and-

The teen bolted upright and urgently switched on the bedside lamp. To his relief, he discovered the butter was right where he left it. He snatched up the container, taking the time to thoroughly examine it in the dim lamplight, reading all labels aloud in a shaky murmur. “Oowada Butter...Yankee Bread...Mondo...Two times the fat...80 kilograms...Keep refrigerated.” He gingerly turned the container on its side and read through the serving size, caloric total, nutritional facts, making his way to the ingredient summary, 

“Ingredients:...despair...cream...natural Oowada flavouring...salt...contains milk.”

The final warning text in bold stuck out to Kiyotaka. ‘Aniki doesn’t have any milk..?’ A feathery tingle engulfed his half-naked body and he chuckled joylessly at the thought for reasons he was unsure of. He lay back down, holding the container close.

“Aniki,” he addressed his best friend’s face on the plastic lid, “you’re not really gone, are you..?”  Then he peeled back the plastic lid to gaze upon the thick, cornsilk coloured expanse. 

‘Just because that bear didn’t mess with the doughnuts or any of our other food doesn’t mean he didn’t poison that butter!’ 

- He pushed Aoi’s voice to the back of his brain until it was completely muffled as if she were speaking from underwater. 

The lid was off and placed beside him, Mondo side up. He breathed anxiously, excitedly as he ran his right index finger through the butter, collecting a fair amount of it on the length.

‘Whoa, are you sure? Just because that bear didn’t mess with-’

Kiyotaka shoved his butter covered finger between his lips and into his mouth. His bright eyes widened the second it met his taste buds. Never in his life had he tasted something so rich and creamy and salty. Never in his life had he tasted Oowada Mondo. He sucked his finger clean in one greedy slurp. 

“Aniki…” He breathed the title, plaintively, “you’re not really gone, are you…?” 

This time he collected a large amount with two unsteady fingers and inserted them deliberately into his hungry mouth. Carefully he slid the fingers in and out, savouring the unique flavour until his fingers were clean. He swallowed, then repeated this a second time, and a third time. But by the third time he began to experience a strong foreign sensation. His body grew hot and restless, and his heart throbbed and tumbled in his chest. Kiyotaka was vaguely familiar with the concept of lust and arousal but had never given in to those sort of thoughts. He was the Ultimate Public Morales Committee Member, and it would be unbecoming of him. So he’d push the rare moments of desire to the back of his mind and drown it with push-ups and Tai-chi, and homework and lectures. But never had he encountered want and need so agonising. And never had he felt so hopeless. 

Kiyotaka groaned and whispered with his mouth full “Ahhhh, Aniki...What do I do, Aniki?”

With little thought, almost automatically, he scooped a small handful of butter with his left hand, slipped it into his tank top and slid a cold, buttered palm up the front of his chest until he found a nipple. He expelled several short and fast breathes as he encircled the sensitive thing with the heel of his palm then suddenly pinched it.

“Shit!” Kiyotaka hissed, nearly biting down on his own fingers. 

He wasn’t sure why he did that, it wasn’t something he’d ever thought to have done to himself. Regardless, the flustered boy yearned for more of this intense contact. Whatever had come over him, he craved more. By now the container was about half of its original contents. With both hands, he seized more of the decadent treat and began to feed his carnal hunger. His left palm slid smoothly up his chest to tend to his neglected right nipple all while three fingers on his right hand made love to his mouth, vigorously sliding in and out, overwhelming him with the taste of cream and saline. He resented the rest of his hand for not fitting into his mouth and preventing him to slide his three fingers further back, allowing him to gag on his Aniki. Kiyotaka relished in Aniki’s thickness and flavour, his toes curled and he crossed his legs, attempting to quench the new throbbing between his thighs. It wasn’t enough. He found his slick right hand had fallen from his mouth and was collecting a copious amount of butter, leaving it near depleted. His eyes grew wet as he pushed aside the cloth flap of his briefs and freed his arousal. Panting frantically he gripped the base of his shaft and slid up and down, meticulously spreading Aniki down this full erect length until slick with softened butter. More butter was collected with three fingers from his left hand and those fingers were subsequently thrust into his mouth. He drove his hips forward into his hand in hurried, desperate movements. Feeling Aniki. Tasting Aniki. Right now there was nobody else, just him and Aniki as one, for eternity. Without warning, Kiyotaka’s entire body clenched and he felt so light in the head that he wondered if he were floating above his sweat-drenched sheets. 

“What’s...hah...pening?” he sputtered between hastening breaths.

 His eyes fluttered shut and for a moment he saw The Ultimate Biker Gang Leader shrouded in a curious, artificial green light, leering at him with those cold grey jewels for eyes. Oowada Mondo’s thin brows were knit in characteristic assurance and his lips were curled into a slight smirk. 

“Aniki…” The title of the man he loved dribbled from his lips as he came in long, pearl coloured spurts. 

The Ultimate Moral Compass lay there in the aftermath of his ecstasy, stained in sweat, butter and semen, finally able to catch his breath. He reached into the container once more, only for his soiled fingers to be met with plastic. Emptiness. Kiyotaka beamed in spite of the rivers that flowed from his sangria pools. 

He rolled over to face the lid that bore Oowada Mondo’s image and spoke to it. “There’s nothing they can do now, Aniki. We really will be together forever. I promise.”

And right then there really was no one else in the world but The Ultimate Public Morals Committee Member, his Aniki, and the girl who watched him through the surveillance camera in his bedroom.

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#1: No harassment, bullying, childish insults, hacking, unnecessary name calls, insulting religion, LGBT insults, no judging I don't care if its the internet or not that's no excuse! No judging or insulting those who DO NOT support LGBT its uncalled for, rude & disrespectful. I don't judge you so don't judge me.

#2: Criticism must be spoken wisely without the need to be harsh or cruel. Its not that hard you just make it seem hard. Dont use the excuse of freedom of speech or opinion either. That's called abusing your rights to freedom by massive insults and unnecessary bullying so think before you speak words hurt. So unless you wanna be responsible for a suicide or death of someone REFRAIN from this please.

#3: Negativity is not welcomed either. I love everybody for who they are & I want to see them blossom & express themselves idc if they don't like me or hate me. My love for everyone is powerful than hatred. So i will spread positivity and conquer your negativity.

#4: LGBT; i do not hate you for being LGBT but I don't want you to judge me for not supporting because I really don't care for your gender. Your personality & talents mean alot to me & I love how understanding & friendly LGBT people are. I have friends who are LGBT and I care for them alot & try my best to be there for them. I give them advice, comfort, & lots of care because its who I am. So anyone who shows hatred, resentment, negativity for them get off my page!

#5: Be respectful, kind, caring, loving, & other things

#6: DO NOT ASK THE ADMIN OUT. I am not into online dating idc if you beg, whine, cry, fuss I will say no until you stop bothering me. Trusting people online is hard especially if you don't know what what they look like, what they are doing, and they can pretty much lie & tell you things about themselves that aren't true & I'm not having that. So find someone else.

#6: No stealing my edits or screenshot them. If you borrow or request an edit from me BE SURE TO CREDIT ME otherwise I won't make you any more

#7: Last but not least HAVE FUN

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Porn

Pedophilia

Nudes

Trolling

Name calling

Harassment

Childish insults

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*The names Blue as you've guessed I'm a velciraptor but in human form, please don't ask how is too long a story & I'm not gonna waste my breath explaining so you'll find out eventually. I am the beta raptor meaning the female leader of the Squad the male leader is known as an Alpha. My Alpha is human but he had the talent & skills of a leader which is why I made him Alpha. I have three siblings they are Delta she is a teal raptor with navy blue on her eyes, Echo she's a brown raptor with black stripes, and then there's Charlie she's an olive green raptor with black stripes. I'm the eldest of the three, Delta the second eldest, Echo the third eldest, & the youngest is Charlie. We used to live on Isla Nublar but we were taken somewhere else due the volcano erupting we fled to Isla Sorna where a woman by the name of Alina takes care of us. (This is different from how the movie went so don't judge) that's it about me on to the admin.*

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Hey y'all my name is Marian I am a 24 year old special needs woman that has Severe Borderline Anxiety & Hearing Impairment. I was born in South Carolina with a great outgoing, devilish, kind, friendly, & loving personality but I'm a hot tempered firey redhead who don't take sh** from nobody. I'm a down to the bone country girl that has a strong bond with Jesus & I'm proud of it too. Don't like me? You can kiss my country a**.

Other than that I'm actually a sweetheart with a kind forgiving soul so you make a mistake I'll forgive you for it but that don't mean I won't forget it tho. I have many people who see me as a mother/sister figure so I'll treat everybody as if they are my own children even if they aren't related to me or I don't know them cause its who I am. I love everybody for who they are not what they aren't. You are who YOU are & that's what truly matters. Its the heart that counts not what's on the outside

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[jxckspxcer]

Someone asked: (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ಥoಥ

PHYSICAL DETAIL MEME | ACCEPTING

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?

Jack grew up with cheek kisses as a casual familial gesture, which he now finds a little too familiar for his taste. He’s grown past his phase of stubbornly refusing to kiss his mothers cheek when she came home, of groaning and leaning out of aunts and cousins breathing range. But he isn’t the sort to let it slip with folks outside his family. When it comes to platonic kissing though, it’s certainly on the list of things he doesn’t mind. If someone he actually likes in any way kisses his cheek, he’s always pleasantly surprised, rare to react more negatively than a wry grin and wiping his face. 

Forehead kisses are uncomfortably intimate. He’s usually got his goggles firmly strapped across his forehead, and he’s only ever gotten kisses on the forehead from his parents when he was young. He’d find them kind of patronizing at this stage, but from a close individual, he might just get flustered.

👏 NECK 👏 KISSES 👏 ARE JACKS SHIT. Nothing makes him melt quicker. Which is also likely to startle him if he wasn’t expecting it. 

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?

Jack is INCREDIBLY repressed when it comes to the crying game. He rarely cries from more than pain or when he’s faking it, which only comes with some superfluous whimpers and sniffles. When he’s overwhelmed by negative emotions, he either gets mad or is consumed by an emotional fog. 

But when he hits that sweet spot ? When the fog is too heavy ? Or the anger is too consuming ? Or something is just so fucking terrible and new ? 

The Fog will always lead to a hot, heavy cry, thick streams of tears and congestion, heaving sobs and Jack struggling to muffle the sound. He hates these the most, because they’re fueled by so much backed up negative emotion, and the dam just breaks so hard. It’s not uncommon for him to get really tired after crying like this, which is why it mostly happens when he’s already shoved himself into bed for the sluggish day, only for a stray line of thought to send him over. Rarely, someone else breaks the last straw with him on a bad day and he’ll furiously try to explain why he’s upset, but emotional fog makes it really difficult for him to diffuse what anything he’s feeling means, and with his emotional intellect at like -2 and vulnerability just upsetting him further, he’s probably just gonna have a breakdown at that rate, potentially just shifting into angry or hysterical crying. But if things manage to appease themselves, he might just end up tired and nervous and in dire need of a sit-down. 

Angry Tears will make him lash out, his breathing is hard and the tears are rapidly scrubbed. No way to escape him yelling at this point, he’ll do anything to make you leave, be it saying something really unkind or throwing things, he just doesn’t want to be watched cry. If he can’t manage to make you leave, he’ll hide himself, curl up on himself and probably take his frustration out on himself (pulling his hair, grinding his teeth, pounding fist), or anxiously stim (rocking, loud groaning, further enticement to get you to go away). Angry crying is pone to lapsing into panic attacks.

When something strikes Jack, and he just doesn’t see it coming, he’s prone to hysteria. He’s crying, he’s laughing, he’s completely silent and frozen, these sort of cries are usually short, a whiplash of unexpected feelings before he furiously tries to reign it in. Just a few intermittent drips of tears, interspersed with gasps for breath, his hands are immediately at his face, as if he can’t believe he’s actually crying. His reaction to— and the general length of— these bursts of despair are dependent on the situation. Generally he tries to deny that anything wrong, or feign ignorance to his own situation, usually tries to either escape or regain composure. 

in terms of hiccuping though: no, he don’t, he just breathes really fucking hard. 

But ya see, this is why it’s a good thing he doesn’t cry much.

Pain crying: When he’s in pain and crying because of it, he mostly just gets funky breathing and opens his eyes really wide, because he’s not about to be blinded by his own tears in a potential emergency !! He’s attending to whatever injury he’s got asap, or getting the fuck out of the situation hes in. He does cry though cause even with a high pain tolerance, he’s panicky about his own mortality. Mostly just when the injury is serious though. Bones or major bleeding. 

[dark-and-kawaii]

Okay but like- do you think Chronostasis could fall in love with one of the heroes that Chisaki was trying to ‘cure?’

Because i like Chrono (◕‿◕)♡ and i believe deep down he’s a better human being than Overhaul… I’m going to say *drum rolls* yes (´ ε ` ) but with a twist *rubs hands together and wiggles eyebrows*

This ended up being so damn long and i’m sorry! I couldn’t stop!

(;////;)

You felt like such a failure… You were in charge of figuring out where these assholes were hiding, and the minute you figured it out they captured you. As if they knew you would be searching for them…

“Disgusting… You have the same illness like the rest of them.” The one named Overhaul spoke to you as if you were some sort of disease… While his friend in the raincoat just stood there and listened…

You knew what Overhaul’s quirk was, and as Overhaul began slipping off his glove, it was a clear indication that he was going to end your life…

“Overhaul sir, maybe she could be of use. We could use her as a test subject for the drug, perhaps you could cure her?” Mr. Raincoat finally decided he had a voice, and just in time to save your life.

Scratching his cheek, Overhaul thought long and hard about the words his right hand man had just spoke to him, “Very well. It wouldn’t hurt to have it perfected.”

Looking down on you, Overhaul turned on his heels walking away, “You’ll be in charge of her till we cure her, Chrono. See to it that she doesn’t die on us till then.”

“Yes Overhaul.”

Leaving you and the one named Chrono alone, Overhaul shuts the door.

“Stay the hell away from me villain!” You spat out, your words dripping with venom.

“Villain? I’m just a simple yakuza member, sweetheart.” Reaching for his face mask, he reveals his face to you.

“Yo-You…”

Underneath his mask… was the face of the man that stopped a train groper from groping you, “…But you… you…”

“Stopped a vile man from doing something heinous? Saved a hero when she wasn’t paying attention? Don’t be ridiculous, he was some punk who tried to steal our drug. The second i took him off the train i killed him. So don’t think about it too hard.”

Chrono threw you a blanket, “you’ll get cold sleeping on the ground so here. It’s now my job to babysit you and make sure you stay alive long enough for Overhaul-”

“You said just now, that the guy from the train was trying to steal this drug… That means it’s basically complete, right? So then why tell Overhaul to keep me alive?”

“I told you already, don’t think too much about it. You are just a rat for us to experiment on, the formula isn’t one hundred percent complete yet. Now keep that mouth shut before i sew it shut.”

Turning off the lights, Chrono left you with your thoughts.

As the week goes on, Chrono comes in everyday to check in on you to make sure you’re still breathing, but the days are long for him. And as each day goes by, they continue to grow longer for him… He can’t stand the way you look at him with those pathetic eyes. Eventually he snaps, slapping you hard across the face, he tells you to get rid of that miserable look, that you should be happy to even be alive still.

“You’ll just kill me anyway… The second i’m “cured” he’s either going to end my life or he’s going to have you do it. So why should i look, normal or happy?”

Chrono was growing irritated, so before he actually kills you he heads for the door, but before he leaves you speak up again.

“You know, that day on the train… I let my guard down, but when i turned to see you gripping the mans wrist… I-…. I was happy…. The only reason i became a hero was so i could look after people since no one looked after me growing up… But when i saw you, it gave me hope that maybe someone actually did care for my well being… That someone-”

~Slam

Chrono left.

The second the door to your room shut, Chrono scrunched his shirt where his heart laid dormant. Slamming his back against your shut door, Chrono felt a ping in his chest…

It’s now been two weeks, you still aren’t cured, and Overhaul is beginning to think it’s best to just kill you off… But Chrono always finds a way to convince his childhood friend otherwise.

“Are you smitten with her, Hari?”

“Of course not, Kai. She’s ill, how could i ever be attracted to such filth? We need her so we can get everything right and in order.”

Chisaki arched his eyebrow while wiping his pen off, “in a month it should be perfected… So try to ditch these feelings best you can, Hari.”

Squinting his eyes, Chrono said nothing.

You don’t know what exactly changed, but now instead of dropping your food off and leaving, Hari stays with you until you’ve finished.

“You’ve been staying with me for a few days now, Chrono… Is everything okay?”

He just looks at you with squinted eyes. Something was on his mind, you could see that…

“Would it be okay if i showered, Chrono? I haven’t had one in awhile now��”

Nodding his head, Chrono opened the door so you could go out first, but when you stood he saw how wobbly your legs were and when you were about to fall back to the ground… He reached out to stop you.

With your head in his chest, you could hear his heartbeat pulsing… It was soothing…

“Do you think you’d be able to walk if i helped you… _____?”

Your eyes widened, how did he know your name? No one but your closest friends knew your identity… You were even careful enough to make sure it wasn’t on the records. You were always able to use an alias.

“I- I think i can manage now, thanks…” Pushing back from Chrono you gathered your balance and headed out the door. The hall was bright with many lights, it nearly blinded you since you’ve been locked in a dark room for such a long time… Honestly you could use what you have left of your quirk and make a run for it, but… Chrono would just shoot you with that gun of his…

“This way.” Chrono laid his hand on the small of your back in order to guide you…

‘What’s with him today… He’s usually slapping me or shoving a damn needle in me…’

Once you arrived at the bathroom, Chrono gave you a clean pair of clothes along with a towel, “They’re my clothes so they might be big on you… Do what you need to and be quick. I’ll be outside the door.”

“Mm, okay. Thank you, Chrono.” Your smile was warm and bright like the sun… But it was replaced with worried expression as you saw Chrono’s face. He looked… dejected… “I’ll get in the shower now…”

Chrono could hear the shower running while he leaned against the wall, peeking in, he saw your body glistening with fresh water… Appreciating how you’ve blossomed into such a beautiful woman, he thinks about your smile just moments ago… It’s been so long since he’s seen your smile…

You awoke to find Chrono sitting in the room with you asleep. His back was against the door and his head hung as he slept… As he slept you took in his facial features. Your smile returned with a blush, he really was quite handsome. It’s too bad he’s apart of all this you thought… Trailing up you noticed his hair, it was so unique and “pretty…”

“Hmm?” Chrono lifted his head so he was looking at you, “Did you say something?”

“Eh! No! Nothing!” Throwing your hands around your face you tried to hide the blush on your face.

Chrono smiled at you sincerely, “Don’t hide it. It’s a good look on you, ____.”

Your hands covered your face, ‘He said it again, my real name… How does he know it, i’ve never seen him in life before except that one day.’

You could hear his footsteps, it was time for him to leave… But you never heard the door open… What was he doin-

Chrono grabbed your wrists and yanked your hands from your face. Pulling on them, he stood you up and pulled you close to his face. Looking into his eyes, your blush deepened. With a glint in your eyes you asked Chrono what you’ve been questioning, “Chrono, h-how do you know my nam- Mmph!”

With force, Chrono pulled your body to his all the way as his lips met yours in the motion.

Your eyes were still open, and your firsts were in balls as he held your wrists, but soon you realized that his lips felt like velvet on yours. It wasn’t a rough kiss or a bruising kiss, it was passionate kiss and you found yourself relaxing your body as you melted into the kiss.

Releasing your wrists, Chrono wrapped one of his arms around you as his other held the back of your head so he could deepen the kiss. You felt his tongue dance across your lips, he was asking permission to explore your mouth and you granted him access as you opened your mouth a little for him. His tongue explored your mouth and soon you were both fighting for dominance.

Tightening his hold on you, he wanted more than just a kiss from you and the moment he felt you push against him… He knew you wanted something more as well.

‘Why? Why am i allowing this to happen? He’s a villain, someone i should be putting away for life, but… This feels so right…’

Stripping your clothes from your body, Chrono followed suit.

Unbeknownst to the two of you though, a golden eye peers through the door crack as you and Chrono made love to one another…

The next day.

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“Mm.. Agh…!!!” Your head was throbbing, and you could feel your body drenched in sweat… It was so hot… Fluttering your lashes open, you see that the lights are on in your room which doens’t help your headache. Sitting up right, you feel Chrono’s raincoat is still covering your body… But sitting up causes your head to pound repetitively, “AH!” Grabbing your head with one hand your other grips onto Chrono’s raincoat. The pain is tremendous and it causes you lay back down.

“I see Chrono left you with a parting gift, how kind of him.”

Turning you head best you could, it was hard to see with your dampened hair over your face, but you saw… In the corner of your room you saw Overhaul, with his arms at his sides you could make out a syringe in one of his hands…

“We will no longer be needing you, Hero. Turns out our formula was perfected about a month ago. Why Chrono lied to me just to give you more time is baffling to me, I would have set you free the moment we cured you, but it turns out you’re a distraction. So this is for the best.”

Your breathing became heavy, your vision was starting to blur, and everything inside you felt like it was on fire. Tears rolled down your eyes as you hugged  Chrono’s raincoat that covered you…

Entering your room, Chrono dropped your plate of food and rushed to your side, “_____! … Kai what did you do?” Cradling you in his arms, Chrono swept your drenched hair out of your face.

“What needed to be done, and i’ll deal with you later.” Leaving the room, Overhaul said nothing else.

“Hari. Hari Kurono… I remember… We were best friends when we were young…” Your body trembled, “There was someone always there for me, looking out for me… It was you, Hari. I remember… I’m so sorry i- Ngh!”

“____…” Chrono kept you close, he knew there was nothing he could do… the best he could do was keep you close to him and as comfortable as possible.

“Hari, i’m sorry i couldn’t remember you. I-… Something happened to me after you were taken in by someone… I guess… It wiped my memories… But after last night… I remembered everything. We promised each other that if we were ever to split away from one another, we would find each other again and you…” More warm tears fell from your dreadful eyes along with Chrono’s descending onto your face. His tears mixing with yours…

“I promised you that when we found one another again, I would marry you and look after you…”

The smallest of smiles was able to form on your face as you remember him back in the day sticking his pinky out to you, promising…

“Were you really on that train to kill that… punk, Hari?”

There was a moment of silence…

…

“No. I recognized you right away, and when i saw you hoping on the train i decided to follow you. I needed to make sure you would get home safely. I had no idea you had become a hero though, ___. I would have told you to stay away from our hideout…” Gripping your shoulder, Chrono pulled you up a little so he could hide his face in your neck…

“… Please… Don’t hide your handsome face… I want you to be the last thing i see…”

Revealing his face from your neck, he couldn’t stop the tears that overflowed the brim of his eyes…

Using the last of your strength you used your quirk to help guide your hand to his cheek. “Hari… at least in the end…-” Your eyes began to steadily close, “at- at least in the end… we were able to find one another again…” With one last smile your eyes shut completely as your quick gave in and your hand fell from his cheek…

With an ear splitting scream, Chrono’s shoulders quivered…

He had finally found you, but you had left him again… Only this time, it was for good…

i really do believe Chrono could fall for a hero though, even if it wasn’t in this case. 

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Hi Zu! The stream was fun yesterday! I really look forward to seeing the finished comic, also that fact about ccino fighting really is interesting, just shows what Nightmare's manipulation can make people do.

How are you doing today

Hi Gayfish! Thank you for coming, glad to hear you enjoyed it <3 Hope to finish the page soon! ♪(´ε｀ )

For real (ﾟ∀ﾟ)☆

Like an ice cream in the sun (≧∀≦) thanks! <3 Was at work all day but it was hard cause we had an abnormal heat and there was only one fan for everyone XD

How are you today? ♡ And what's the weather like where you are? :D

UPD:

True! Thank youuu *hugs* And it was so sunny and hot outside I couldn't even use my phone, except to fry eggs?? xd

Woah (°▽°) So mercilessful xp Ohhh we had a uniform too and I don't miss it either (≧∀≦) It was such a relief to wear whatever you want at the university ☆

Job's going good! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Though it's an individual work of each of us, the team's really nice and friendly, it makes me feel safe <3

Ooff stay warm and safe! (ówò)

Aw yay!! You did great indeed (*'▽'*) And with honeycomb too, I'm sure! *^*

So close to finishing the comic! \(//∇//)\ One Last Time would fit good for this scene indeed <3

Noo, it didn't arrived yet ;3; They're gonna send a notif when it will (ﾟωﾟ)

Awww dis good ol' lady got angry cause I haven't fed her for oh so many hours xd but then she lay down next to me and allowed to pat pat her (úwù) How's your dog? *^*

Fair enough :'D

OHHH I can feel you, bruh _(:3 」∠)_ Here girls weren't allowed to wear pants (it was cold in winter in a skirt) but then we luckily could! (´∀｀)

It'll be better and better every time <3

Aww how could we resist when they're like that? (ówò) Sometimes they get into the most inappropriate places tho xd

[thegameison97]

MARVEL Chatroom ~ Are We Real? (A.k.a. The Wade Discussion)

Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Nat, Thor, Loki, Pietro, Wanda, Vision, Scott, Bucky, Sam, T'Challa, Stephen, Wong, Peter P., Peter Q., Gamora, Drax, Rocket and Groot.

Y/N: Have you ever wondered if you actually existed?

Y/N: Have you ever wondered that maybe you were just a small piece of a larger whole?

Y/N: A whole that wasn’t real and was fictional?

Nat: You’ve been hanging out with Wade, haven’t you?

Y/N: Think about it, though! What if we aren’t actually real and are just fictional characters that people in some other parallel world read about or watch on the TV?

Clint: Yeah, she’s definitely been hanging out with Wade.

Y/N: Ugh, forget about Wade!

Y/N: EVERYTHING WE KNOW IS A LIE!!!

Tony: Who votes to suspend Y/N’s Wade privileges? Yea or nay? I vote yea.

Steve: Yea.

Bruce: Yea.

Clint: Yea.

Nat: Yea.

Y/N: Wow, don’t hold back, guys. 🙄

Thor: Nay! Sir Wade is most entertaining!

Loki: I am sad to say that I agree with my brother. That spandex wearing madman takes away the dullness that seems to envelop us when we are not on missions. Therefore, I vote nay. Now if you will excuse me, I have mischief to go cause. ✌️

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Nat: *sigh* I’ll go stop him.

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Pietro: I agree with Thor and Loki. So nay.

Y/N: Thank you! 😘

Wanda: I’m sorry Y/N/N, but yea. Last time Wade was around he ate all of the hot fudge brownies Vision and I made. They were little masterpieces! And then they were all eaten without a care to the thought of what was put into them to make them that way! They took all day! I am still mourning their loss… 😥

Vision: They did take extra work. And I also do not like seeing Wanda so upset. So I will take the same position as her. Yea.

Scott: ScarletVision, anyone…? Also, I vote nay. Wade’s hilarious.

Y/N: Oh, ScarletVision has wounded me! 😉 And thank you, Scott! ❤️

Bucky: Yea. He kept trying to take my metal arm off while asking me if I could “give him a hand”. 😑

Sam: 😂

Sam: Also, nay.

T'Challa: Sorry (not sorry), but I vote yea. Last time I was over there from Wakanda he kept playing the Pink Panther theme every time I would enter the room. It was funny the 1st time. But the 6th and 7th? No. Now, I will speak to you all again later. I have duties to attend to.

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Stephen: I vote yea. Y/N, please don’t bring Wade to the Sanctum again. The Cloak of Levitation will not listen to me whenever he’s around. It takes him on joyrides!

Wong: 😂

Wong: Nay. Please do bring him again. 😁

Stephen: Wong!

Peter P.: Ahem… Wade’s my friend, so… nay.

Y/N: Okay, one: I can understand T'Challa’s reasoning. That actually did get a bit annoying. Two: Stephen, you’re no fun. Three: Don’t worry, Wong! I am definitely bringing him back for another game of hide the relic from Stephen. 😁 And four: Thank you, Peter. ❤️ Friends don’t betray each other! 😉 *fist bump*

Peter P.: *fist bump*

Peter Q.: Alright, so I would say yea… I mean, he did try to steal the Milano last time we were visiting Earth. However, we don’t actually come to Earth that often, so… eh. Have at it, Y/N/N. Nay! ƪ(‾ε‾")ʃ

Gamora: I’m sorry, Y/N. I vote yea. He likes to hit on me every time we’re there. He won’t take no for an answer. One of these days, I think I might actually throttle him. I won’t feel bad about it either. It’s not like it’ll permanently damage him. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Drax: I do not see how you can “suspend” privileges. You cannot suspend a figurative thing. However, I vote yea. I find that red grape man unsettling.

Rocket: Yea. He pets me. 😠 No one pets me. I only like it when Y/N does it.

Y/N: ❤️

Groot: I am Groot.

Y/N: Thank you, Groot. 😘

Tony: So, that’s… 13 yea’s, and… 9 nay’s. Sorry, Y/N. Looks like your Wade privileges are suspended for a while. Time for you to get back to reality. You know, our reality. The reality that IS REAL.

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Wade: ‘Sup, bitches! 'Tis I! Your beloved Deadpool. Your beloved spandex wearing madman. Your beloved red grape man. The one who brings the party!

Steve: Language!

Tony: And there it is… 🙄

Y/N: 😃 Wade! 😍

Wade: Y/N! 😘

Peter P.: Wade! 😀

Wade: Spidey! 🕷

Thor: Sir Wade, 'tis good to see you again!

Wade: You, too, Blondie.

Thor: I wish I could stay, but I believe I hear the sounds of my brother and Lady Widow fighting. I must go and be sure that my brother does not sustain permanent injury. Farewell.

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Wade: Well, it’s been real. But I just dropped by to see who wanted to go and teepee the X Mansion with me. All those who did not try and take away my Y/N’s time with me, you are welcome to come along. I’m waiting outside the compound. Later!

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Y/N: Wait for me! Meet me outside, Groot. I’ll carry you!

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Groot: I am Groot!

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Steve: Y/N, get back here!

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Peter P.: I’m leaving my apartment right now!

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Tony: Peter!

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Bruce: Bye. I gotta go Science. 🔬

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Clint: Bye. I gotta go Archery. You know, 'cause I’m an archer… Whatever.

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Pietro: Hurry up, guys! I’ve made it to the X Mansion. I’m waiting for you all in the bushes.

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Wanda: And I believe I just heard the oven timer go off. Vision, our casserole is ready!

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Scott: Since I don’t have Cassie this weekend, I will gladly go to the X Mansion. I’ll even bring my suit so I can sneak along the edges of the balconies without being seen. Be there soon!

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Bucky: I was actually getting ready to go for a jog. So, I think I’ll get back to that.

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Sam: I’m bringing my wings so I can fly and reach high enough to get the teepee over the roof of the mansion.

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Stephen: Sorcerer Supreme and all that. Can’t leave the Sanctum unattended.

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Wong: Opening a portal to the X Mansion right now. :)

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Peter Q.: Not on Earth at the moment, so…

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Gamora: What Quill said.

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Peter Q.: Btw, tell Y/N we’ll be coming to pick up Groot next week.

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Drax: I am not on Earth either. So I bid you all goodbye.

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Rocket: And now I’m alone… Oh well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Stan: Long live Y/N’s Wade privileges!

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Author: Hi, it’s Maddy! 😊 I hope you enjoyed the chat. Comment if you have any ideas on what sorts of chats you’d like to see in the future. I’m open to pretty much any idea. Anyway, goodbye for now! 😘

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boldness (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: ok i’ll be honest. i have no idea how this idea came into mind; it just did. it was also pretty different than what i usually do, so it was interesting to go through the process of writing it. it’s probably just gonna be a onetime thing, ‘cause i mostly prefer to write fluffy stuff (-w-)

(i’m sorry, but this gif of iida had me feeling certain things. LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD *insert me literally crying over how beautiful but hot iida is*)

reader-type: gender neutral

genre: romance, lime (**ngl, i don’t know what would be considered lime, but i think this drabble is one**)

trigger warning(s): slightly suggestive content

summary: despite already dating you, iida hasn’t exactly gotten used to showing you affection. however, he decided he was going to change that. the only catch? you didn’t expect this kind of affection, nor did you expect him to be this bold.

word count: 1.2k words

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key:

(y/n) = your name (f/b) = favorite book

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   Iida was making use of his time by reading (F/B), the one you recommended to him a few days back. At first glance, he wasn’t exactly sure why you liked this book. However, the more chapters he read, the more he understood why. 

   The house in which the blue-haired man shared with you was dead quiet, aside from the rain drizzling outside. Despite the weather, it didn’t stop the plans of you and your friends to hang out for the afternoon. Iida wasn’t a controlling person by all means, but he wished he could’ve stopped you from going out. If he had done that, you would’ve been by his side cuddling with him as he read.

   That’s when the realization hit Iida. He’s never shown you much affection before. It wasn’t because he was a cold-hearted person who loathed it. He didn’t know how to show it without being awkward. When you were the one showing affection, Iida would sometimes feel himself going stiff.

   He would think that after months of dating you, he would’ve gotten accustomed to affection. Nope. He was pretty much new to the whole thing. Luckily, you never pestered him for it. But even still, Iida felt like he wasn’t being a good boyfriend to you. Today, he wanted to change himself. 

   Hearing the front door open and then close from downstairs made Iida smile, as it signified that you were home now. “I’m home!” you called out. You removed your shoes and placed them near the front door, which was proceeded by you taking off your jacket. A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were pretty much exhausted today, although you still had fun with your friends.

   Putting down the book, Iida exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to see you. “Welcome back.” He greeted you. “Did you have fun?” he asked. 

   You nodded. “Yep! I’m pretty tired, though, so I’ll go change.” 

   Iida watched as you walked past him and towards the staircase. He ran a finger through his hair, slightly out of frustration. Iida should’ve started by at least giving you a hug or something! Instead, he just greeted you with words and nothing else. It’s okay, he thought to himself. This is not the end of the world. He had plenty of time to open himself up!

    Iida walked back upstairs and stopped at the front door of the bedroom to knock on it. “Did you finish changing, my love?” he asked. 

   “Almost!” you replied. “I just needa change my shirt!”

   You were able to change fairly quickly, so only a few seconds passed before you finished. “Okay, you can come in!” 

   At that, Iida opened the door and walked inside. He stopped in the middle of the doorway as he caught sight of you wearing one of his navy blue sweatshirts. A blush covered his cheeks. Since you were smaller than him, it was a little big on your body, not that you were bothered by it. You liked oversized clothes, anyway. 

   “Something wrong?” you tilted your head, concerned after your boyfriend hadn’t said anything. 

   “N-No, it’s nothing,” Iida shook his head and cleared his throat. 

   “Hmm, if you say so!” you smiled and walked over to the bookshelf to pull out a volume of your favorite manga series that you haven’t finished. You crawled into your side of the king-sized bed and pulled out the bookmark, starting to read. 

   Iida picked up (F/B) and proceeded to crawl into bed with you. He spent the next few minutes trying to read rather than steal glances at you. How was he supposed to help himself, though? You looked so adorable right now! (Well, you look adorable every day). With how small you looked in his sweater (which he knew you would get mad if he said that out loud) as you silently read, smiling every once in a while. If anything, all Iida wanted to do was kiss you.

   But how was he going to do that?

   After putting the book back on the nightstand standing next to your bed, Iida took a small glance at you before scooting closer. He hesitated at first, but he slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You let out a sound of surprise but smiled nonetheless and continued to read. 

   Glancing over the pages, Iida had no idea what was going on in the volume you were reading. It didn’t matter right now, anyway. So far, he already got his arm around you. Now, what should he do next? 

  ‘Hmm, maybe this.’

  You turned your head towards Iida when he lightly patted your shoulder with his hand. As soon as you were facing him, he used his free hand to place his hand on your chin, slightly brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.

   Meanwhile, you felt yourself blush. You didn’t know how to explain it, but there was somewhat of a look of love and lust in his eyes. The moment Iida started to slowly inch his face towards you, you were internally freaking out. You had no time to think about what was happening before he placed his lips on yours, engulfing you in a kiss.

   Iida removed his arm from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer. Wrapping his other hand around your waist, he refused to let you go. Your eyes widened in surprise. On one hand, you didn’t expect Iida to kiss you without hesitation. On the other hand, however, you liked it. You couldn’t leave Iida hanging, so you closed your eyes and returned the kiss. 

   You moved from your spot in the bed and crawled into his lap, pretty much making out with him at this point. You ran your hand through his dark blue hair, your touch prompting him to let out a small groan of pleasure. Your tongues practically wrestled to ensure dominance, but in the end, Iida won. One of his hands found itself underneath the sweatshirt you were wearing, and he started to rub it against your bare skin; his touch sent shivers down your spine. 

   Iida, at this moment, felt bold for making the first move. Something simple as wrapping his arm around your shoulder led to him having you on his lap, your lips pretty much glued into a heated make-out session. With another bolt of courage going through him, Iida carefully turned himself over, and now you were lying underneath him. 

   A few minutes passed before Iida decided to break away from the kiss, a string of saliva already connecting your mouths. He looked down at you and watched as you were practically panting to catch your breath. “I-I apologize, darling.” he apologized, the lust, you noticed, almost fading. “Was that too much for you?”

  “No, it’s okay!” you reassured him with a smile. “I just didn’t expect you to be so bold to kiss me, let alone get us into this make-out session.” you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly. 

   “Me either,” Iida admitted, scratching his cheek nervously. “All I just wanted was to show you some affection because I felt as though as your boyfriend, I didn’t show enough. I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable with that. If you were, I’ll tone down my level of affection!”

   “I told you, it’s fine,” you said. “You know I’m not bothered by you being unaffectionate twenty-four-seven, but if you want to show me any, I’ll more than gladly allow it. I mean, I’m your (s/o), right?”

   Iida blushed but nodded. “Y-Yes, that’s right.” 

   “With that out of the way,” you smirked. “don’t you think we should finish what you started?”

   Iida had to admit he liked where this was going. After he smirked back at you, you took no hesitation to bring his face closer to you and connected your lips.