#in that it shows that there are other root members who are starting to ask Questions

[monstersholygrail]

You’ve done it. You’ve finally achieved your dream of being a well-reputed dog trainer. Only problem is you’re not very good at it. Which you really don’t understand. It seemed easy enough when you first started.

You had a crazy family member who always insisted on watching those fancy dog shows around the holidays. And you were the one who always got stuck watching it along with them. Somehow drawing the short stick every time.

Now those guys got through the courses with ease. So why couldn’t you? You did what all the books told you to do. Gave the cute little doggies their treats whenever they got a trick right. Although that didn’t happen very often either.

You also tried to help them through each trick, even doing them yourself so that they got the idea better. Yet every time you did all they’d do in return is watch you funny. A certain smugness in the air as if they were mocking you for getting you to do the trick instead of them.

What was worse was that they did perfectly well for others. Some guy at the park saw your struggle one day and asked if he could try. In a matter of minutes the dog was running through your DIY show course without an ounce of resistance.

So of course the dogs end up well trained and prove as such to their owners. They just usually end up going for another trainer in the end.

It was like the dogs enjoyed making a joke out of you and you alone.

While you may not have the magic touch when it comes to show dogs, you and your tricks seem to be mighty alluring for the nearby monsters in your area.

Something about the way you move and the tone of your voice appears to draw monsters to you like a moth to a flame. Which actually almost happened one time before you quickly stopped the mothman from getting too close.

It’s like you have a way with the beasts.

Werewolves have run you down while at the park. Quickly pushing the dogs out of the way before eagerly taking their place. Drool drips from their maws as they watch the way you command them. Their tails wagging and their rock hard cocks bobbing around as they follow your every order till they mount you because they swore they heard you command them to cum.

Centaurs trample over each other to give you their resumes, all of them begging for a chance to have you ride on them. No matter how many times you tell them you have no experience in horseback riding they all just smirk and tell you they’d be more than happy to teach you. Though you get the strange feeling they have a different idea on how they want you to ride them.

Minotaurs corral you into signing up for rodeos, trying their best to convince you to give up on boring dog shows and make a real career out of bull riding. You’re suspicious but end up going for the entertainment factor. Yet your thoughts are proven right as the Minotaurs aren’t so much as bucking their riders off their backs but bucking their cocks into something instead.

In an attempt to go back to your roots you tried to attend another dog show employed by the one owner who had an unnerving amount of confidence that you could be the only person to get their precious pup through the show and it didn’t go as planned.

As soon as you began your routine a whole hoard of monsters charged the ring and trampled the obstacles. The show was cancelled due to the incident and just like the ring, your hopes were crushed.

Trying to work uninterrupted was quickly becoming impossible.

You almost wondered if you could somehow sneak a monster into your next dog show. Dress ‘em up and disguise them well enough to convince the judges that what they were seeing was a dog and not some horrible mix between man, dog, and some other beast.

It was worth a try. You were out of other options anyway.

The only issue you kept running into was their reward system. These beasts were much different than dogs and they wouldn’t take to just any snack you gave them. No, they all knew exactly what they wanted to eat as a reward.

Their eyes always staring you down hungrily like a predator who’s so close to catching their prey. With victory so close in their sights, nearly tasting it, that they become even more feral for you.

It’s clear what they want, even to you. For every trick they successfully perform for you they require one orgasm out of you in return. Whether you’re coating their tongues with your nectar or painting their cocks with your release, it’s the only way they’ll cooperate. You don’t have to think about the offer for long.

You gotta make due with what you got, right?

[bunny-jpeg]

show-off (price's version)

capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, filth, dirty talk, filming, mirror sex, doggy style, age gap (20s/40s)

simon's version | johnny's version | kyle's version

what belonged to price, belonged to no one else. that was sort of the rule. but that didn't mean that price didn't share... images. while the rest of 141 couldn't touch what was his, they could touch themselves to photos and videos of price's "puppy".

the cute little failed cadet that price swept away to a charmed little life. he told the boys you did better as a girlfriend than a cadet.

"ain't she a beauty?" price beamed over drinks on evening, "prettiest fuckin' thing i'd ever seen. let's me do all kinds of dirty things to her. she's my baby girl." then laughed.

even in a photo the other members of the team were chubbed in their pants. you just had this charm to you that greatly turned them on, you beyond gorgeous.

it made them a little jealous, and price knew that.

simon, johnny and kyle all woke up on the second day of their time off, to a video file in the group chat. the file was dense in size. what they didn't expect was the following.

you were in front of the mirror with price holding his phone camera. in the reflection was your naked body knelt in front of the full length mirror. price was behind you, he was nude as well. his built. hairy body was such a contrast to you.

you looked so small compared to him. like he had plucked you from the heavens and bounced you on his cock. you held onto the carpet under you as you rolled your hips.

"that's it darlin'." he said, "that's my baby girl." his voice was low, but picked up by the microphone on the phone. there was a nice sheen of sweat of your body as you worked yourself on price's cock like a good girl.

"john, please." you whimpered as you tried to keep yourself up right. withering on his cock was he stayed perfectly still. he was letting you do all the work.

"look up at the mirror, love. show the boys what their missin'." price chuckled as he rubbed his cock inside of you. the stimulation made you moan. when he saw that you weren't looking, he used his free hand to yank on your face till you were looking right at the mirror, "bad girl." he said, "and i was just gloatin' about ya to the team. tellin' them how much of a good girl you were for me. listenin' and, waitin' with legs open."

you whimpered as you continued to jack hammer your hips against him. there was a fire burning in your belly as you fucked yourself on price's cock. you made him promise that this wasn't going to be sent to everyone on base. price told you it was just "for the boys".

which meant simon, johnny and kyle all had the luxury of seeing you fuck yourself on their captain's cock.

"see how she is, boys?" he asked the camera, his eyes on the screen to make sure that they could see the video in the clearest definition, "ya gotta get yourself a good girl. ya keep findin' them at clubs and bars. don't bother, find yourself one who's eager to please. make her a better wife than a solider." price laughed before he buried his face in your neck and gave you what you craved.

movement of his hips.

you were practically face first in the carpet as price started to fully take over. the camera panned away from the mirror down to the back of your head as he took control.

your noises were so sweet they bordered on pathetic. the sounds of your wet pussy filled the room and easily caught on video. price got right in there, watching your pussy take him too his root.

"see boys." he said, "just find yourself a good girl like that. maybe if you behave, she'll tell her friends all about the task force." he laughed, the idea of your sweet friends ending up with someone like simon was almost adorable.

you whimpered and he held your head into the carpet, your ass right in the air as he started to really work at your pussy. your ass bounced with each hard thrust.

"pretty little slut." price laughed as he fucked you into the carpet, "knows how to keep her man happy, and it ain't from good cookin'!" he erupted in laughter as he just ruined your cunt.

his pace became ragged, his thrusts more desperate than before. he sole focus was getting to finish inside of you. but you beat him to it, you clawed at the carpet and whined. your pussy clamped around price's thick cock. you orgasm spurred his on and he almost dropped his phone as he buried his entire length into you.

a few heavy pants and he slowed down. he managed to focus himself enough to film himself pulling out his bare cock out of your sweet pussy. watching the stretch as the entire thing came out.

he pointed the camera one last time and asked, "ready for another round?" followed by a airy laugh.

you responded by lifting your head and nodded. you looked painfully blissed out. but ready for more. and price was going to give you more.

the video ended and a few minutes later, price sent a message.

rise and shine, boys! the message said, early bird gets the worm! followed by an image of your cum filled pussy as you laid on the carpet.

the rest of task force 141 was not embarrassed to admit the video and photo were quickly saved for later usage. what would they say, price's girl was just fuckable.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YUNJIN AND HER LOSER GF huh yunjin x reader

ever since they started preparing for their debut, yunjin found herself drawn to one of her members, there was something undeniably endearing about yn’s clumsy, rambling ways, the way her words tumbled out in nervous tangents, or how she’d trip over nothing and laugh it off with an awkward grin. it wasn’t just cute, it was kind of... attractive. the only problem? yn seemed blissfully unaware of yunjin’s growing affection, even though it was painfully obvious to everyone else. 

★yn unintentionally rejecting yunjin for five minutes during their variety shows 768k views

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

the other girls cheered as yn bounced the soccer ball from knee to knee. they had different tasks to finish outside before they could finally eat at the big buffet waiting for them.

“eight… nine, ten!” yn mumbled under her breath as the ball hit her knees. as soon as she finished, loud screams erupted around her, and she barely had time to react before all the girls rushed her, pulling her into a team hug.

once they let go, yn glanced at the camera with a raised brow, confused by the lingering arms still wrapped around her. the realization hit when she saw who it was, and her face instantly burned.

“okay! we just need to find the last card!” yunjin said, her arms stubbornly refusing to let go.

yn squirmed out of her hold, stumbling slightly before running down the field, her voice a little too loud. “yeah, let’s go!”

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

the members are sitting in a circle outside, completing a puzzle as one of their tasks. yn fumbles with the pieces, her brows furrowed in concentration.

“that doesn’t fit there,” yunjin said, scooting closer until their knees touched. she placed her hand on top of yn’s, guiding the puzzle piece to its correct spot.

yn froze, looking at their hands before awkwardly laughing. “oh, right. thanks…” she quickly pulled her hand away and started rifling through the remaining pieces, her ears turning red.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

the group gathered for a break, sipping on water bottles. yunjin sat down next to yn, leaning in a little too close.

“you tired?” yunjin asked, her voice soft.

yn glanced at her, eyes wide. “not really… why?”

“you’ve been running around all day. here,” yunjin said, offering her water bottle.

yn hesitated before shaking her head quickly. “oh, no, I’m good! I have mine.” she grabbed her own bottle and took a big gulp, avoiding yunjin’s gaze.

yunjin chuckled under her breath. “okay…”

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

the members were split into pairs for a scavenger hunt. yn and yunjin wandered through a forested area, searching for their next clue. “you’ve got something on your face,” yunjin said, stopping in her tracks.

yn blinked. “huh?”

yunjin reached out, brushing a stray leaf off yn’s cheek. the touch was brief, but yn immediately stiffened giving the camera a side glance.

“oh uh, thanks,” yn stammered, stepping back a little too quickly and nearly tripping over a tree root.

yunjin bit back a smile. “careful there.”

“yeah, uh… let’s keep looking!” yn blurted, speed walking ahead without a second glance.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

the members gathered for a team bonding activity, writing letters of appreciation to each other. yn received a letter and smiled as she read it, realizing it was from yunjin.

“aw, this is so sweet,” yn said softly, glancing toward yunjin, who was already watching her with a small smile.

“did you like it?” yunjin asked, leaning forward slightly.

yn nodded quickly, holding up the letter. “yeah! it’s really nice. thanks.”

yunjin tilted her head, waiting for more, but yn quickly turned her attention back to writing her own letter, her face slightly flushed.

the camera zoomed in on yunjin, who sighed dramatically.

➩ CLIP #6 PLAYING… 📼

the group was playing a game where one member had to balance a balloon between them and another member using only their foreheads. yunjin and yn were paired up, and yunjin couldn't help but smirk at their close proximity.

“just stay still,” yunjin said, leaning in, their foreheads barely an inch apart as the balloon wobbled between them.

yn swallowed hard, her entire body tensing. “uh, okay…”

the countdown started, and the two had to move together without dropping the balloon. yunjin’s breath was warm against yn’s skin, and yn was very aware of how close they were. too aware.

suddenly, yn took a quick step back—too quick. the balloon slipped between them, floating to the ground.

the members burst into laughter as yunjin blinked at the fallen balloon before turning back to yn with an exasperated expression.

“you didn’t even try!” yunjin whined, nudging yn’s shoulder.

yn rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish laugh. “yeah, um… my bad?”

➩ CLIP #7 PLAYING… 📼

the members were filming a behind the scenes vlog, and yn was sitting on the couch, lazily scrolling through her phone.

yunjin plopped down next to her, dramatically resting her head on yn’s shoulder.

“i’m so tired,” yunjin whined.

yn stiffened, staring at the camera like a deer caught in headlights. “uh… yeah, same.”

yunjin hummed, not moving away. “you’re comfy.”

yn let out an awkward laugh. “thanks?”

a few seconds passed, and yn slowly, very carefully, inched away. yunjin’s head slipped off her shoulder, and she sat up with an offended look.

“did you just… move away from me?” yunjin gasped, clutching her chest dramatically.

yn laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact. “uh… no?”

[fancyfeathers]

Okay thinking about DC yanderes with baby trapping, I’ll probably do a part two with other Justice League members

With Hal Jordan, he would not exactly plan on it, but he certainly won’t turn down the opportunity. His vision he had in his mind went from just him and his darling to a family. The idea of that perfect sort of family took root, his darling making dinner in the kitchen with his arms around her waist and children playing in the living room, like those perfect families from American television. It’s like a dream that has been lingering in the back of his mind for as long as he could remember and now it’s finally coming true.

But his dream is his darling’s dread.

He just won’t shut up about the baby, clothing, the nursery, the last ultrasound. He practically keeps a hand on her baby bump at all times, cuddling, going for a car ride with the other hand on the steering wheel.

But life is harder on his darling than he thinks it is, when the baby comes and he is off on mission she does not have his help to take care of their child. She has to wake up in the middle of the night when she is staying at the watchtower when their baby starts crying, feeding time on her own, diapers, baths, god she’s doesn’t know how many hours she’s slept. There is help sometimes when other members of the Justice League are around or their darlings, but she is pissed when Hal finally gets back and makes him take care of the baby while she rests and Hal really doesn’t complain about getting to spend time with his little baby who he’s missed more than anything… well besides his darling of course.

He also definitely has a bunch of baby photos in his wallet that he shows everyone in the Justice League and Green Lantern Corps.

Clark Kent will not even hide the fact that children are something he desperately wants. Like in the middle of dinner he will just ask his darling how many kids she wants, maybe three, oh but one might feel lonely so maybe four. Or what if something happens and it’s not safe for her to have kids, it’s better for them to have them sooner than later. The worst part is that he knows she is pregnant way before she does, he could hear that second heartbeat as soon as it has one, though he doesn’t tell his darling because oh he wants her to find out on her own and tell him like it’s a surprise-

Oh god she’s crying in the bathroom…

No, no, no, no, no, this is supposed to be happy, they are staring their lives together, oh don’t cry.

He is there at his darling’s side during whenever he has a free moment, hell he always is listening in on her to make sure she is okay, what if she slips in the shower? What if she falls own the stairs? What if-

For the most part she is fine, but if she needs anything she literally just needs to say Clark’s name and he is there.

But then the fact that their kids may inherit their father’s powers come up, and they do, and it is a fucking headache for his darling. Clark does train them to be able to properly control their powers and what not, but she has to deal with the misuse of them around the house.

“No flying in the house!”

“Do not use your cold breath or whatever it is, I have the heating on!”

“Please put down the car before you drop it and damage it.”

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

The Team Crushes on Their Manager

Team Japan x GN! reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

AN: this was due approx. 570 of you ago but nevertheless, here we go 🎉

Where do I even start?

Probably from the beginning because that’s when it ALL started

It was your first day as Team Japan’s new manager

No other job prospects huh Yn?

You were filled with hope and a renewed sense of purpose 🤩

You’d always loved Volleyball whether you played it, watched it or read a very specific manga surrounding it 👀

It was safe to say you were a fan!

The job seemed relatively straightforward

You’d come to work, take care of a bunch of world class athletes, clock out and repeat

Easy right?

Sure….

You walked into the building on your first day and it started almost immediately

There is no easing into this job YN 😌

“Well hello there gorgeous,” a very untoned blonde who seriously needed his roots retouched whistled

“Umm hi! I was wondering if you could-” you started to say before being unfortunately interrupted 🙄

“You want my autograph don’t ya sweetheart?” The blonde smirked, conveniently pulling out a sharpie that seemed to manifest from thin air

“Oh no, I’m looking for-” you try to say again before again being interrupted

“ATSUMU!” A voice shouted as you saw a rather angry looking man with black spiky hair marching up to you and the blonde, “what did I tell you about harassing guests?”

“I wasn’t harassing ‘em!” The blonde, known as Atsumu shouted back

Meanwhile you are just standing there like 🧍

“If you weren’t harassing them, then why do they look like they wanna run for their lives?” Another tall man with curly black hair replied, approaching from behind you

“SHUT YER TRAP SAKUSA!” Atsumu yelled again as the spiky haired man spoke

“If you both don’t get your asses back into that gym right now!”

Atsumu rolled his eyes before responding, “yes Iwaizumi” and turning to leave

But not before shooting a very unsolicited wink in your direction 🙄

“Stop making people feel so uncomfortable,” Sakusa berated as he and Atsumu argued back to the gym

“I’m so sorry about that. You must be Yn?” Iwaizumi asked turning to you as you smiled back widely

“That’s me!” You giggled as Iwaizumi’s eyes widened and his face turned pink at your sheer adorableness

Iwaizumi is just happy that you seem excited

He’s tired Yn, help him please

Iwaizumi begins showing you around the gym while various, rather large men walk past you

You excitedly ask questions, smiling and laughing

The guys are all like 👀👀👀👀👀

They’d heard about a new prospective manager starting but dang, you were way cuter than they imagined

After the tour you made your way to the gym with Iwaizumi to finally meet the team

As you stood there, adorable and bubbly, they all just stared at you like a bunch of creeps 😅

You remember in Season 2 when Yachi joined Karasuno and Suga had to tell Noya and Tanaka to stop staring…

Yeah that’s exactly what’s happening right now 😂

Iwaizumi is giving everyone his death glare because there is absolutely no way he’s letting anyone ruin this for him!

Iwa rn 👉🏻 🔥 👄🔥

Of course you notice them all looking at you but you simply think it’s because you are new

Delusion is always the solution Yn

“And finally, this is Yn, our new manager. I expect nothing but respect and kindness from you guys!” Coach yells as you smile and wave a greeting

“I’m so excited to work with you all!” You say, smiling bright as your eyes sparkle with excitement

This was the first of many incidents that sealed your fate

Now some of the team members fell hard for you immediately

*cough* ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA *cough*

While others took a while to warm up to you

They all thought you were cute and sweet sure but it was your actions that spoke the loudest

For example…

“Hey Sakusa, I heard you are particular about laundry and hygiene, if you could please tell me the products you prefer so I can accommodate you? Oh and I’d you’d like, I can wear a mask around you to make you more comfortable!” You excitedly spoke, standing 6 feet apart from Sakusa so as to not be right in his space

Sakusa rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Umm sure I can text you a list and you don’t have to wear a mask if you aren’t comfortable,” he responds, honestly shocked because who are you

You wave your hands and smile, “oh no it’s really ok! I’m very accommodating!”

It was safe to say you’d captured our precious Sakusa’s attention

But it doesn’t stop there

“Hey Suna, I noticed you left your arm guards in on the bench yesterday! I washed them for you last night oh and I recorded a video of Atsumu flubbing a serve and accidently hitting Kageyama. I can send it to you if you’d like?” You laughed as Suna just stared in awe

Who the heck were you and why were you so amazing!

Not only that but you provided help to Aran and Ushijima when it came to taking diligent notes about the teams progress

Made sure Kageyama had plenty to eat and got enough sleep

You measured down to the very millimeter for jump heights, making sure Hoshiumi knew exactly where he stood against the other players

You stayed late to help Komori and Yaku with their receiving practice

You came early to unlock the gym for Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata because lord knows they can’t be out of the gym for more than 8 hours 🙄

You even made sure the guys all followed Iwaizumi’s strict training regime to ensure they all stayed healthy and in the best shape!

It was easy to see why they all had fallen for you!

Competent, pretty, kind, amazing and funny? A perfect combination!

It had been about 6 months and you’d more than proven your worth as a manager

You’d even spent time outside of practice with all of them both individually as well as in groups

Surprisingly they’d all managed to keep their little crushes on you to a minimum

They respected you and didn’t want to mess up anything

When I say “they” I actually mean “most of them”…

Because, ya know, some people just can’t stop themselves 👀

It was safe to say they all knew each other had a crush on their precious manager

But for the sake of teamwork, most of them kept it to themselves

However, there is some people who can only hold it in so long

“I’m thinking about asking YN out this weekend,” Atsumu boldly and nonchalantly says

And just like that, the entire locker room halts

“Excuse me?” Yaku says, staring at Atsumu like he’s about to commit a felony

“What? YN is such a cutie and so awesome! Is it really a surprise that I’d ask them out?” Atsumu replies

All eyes narrow on the setter as he looks back confused

“And what makes you think YN even likes you?” Suna jokes as the rest of the team nods

“Awe come on! It’s pretty safe to say Yn has a crush on me, look at all the stuff they do for me,” Atsumu continues

“So? YN does that for all of us. Plus, maybe another one of us wants to ask them out?” Sakusa adds as Atsumu narrows his eyes

“Ok then, who wants to ask YN out?”

Literally all hands shoot up as the guys look around at each other, eyes wide as the realization sinks in

Soon the shock wears off and they narrow their eyes at each other like a duel in the Ok corral is about to go down 😑

“Well there’s no way all of us asking out YN would be a good idea. We’d probably scare them away!” Komori mentioned

“Nah, if Atsumu hasn’t scared them yet, pretty sure we’re safe,” Aran remarked as Atsumu looked at his friend, offended by his remarks

“What if we draw lots?” Hyakuzawa questioned

“That’s not really far to YN tho, what if they have a particular interest in a member?” Yaku answered

“First one to ask Yn out then?” Hakuba remarked

“Oh yeah, just a bunch of grown ass men running up to YN screaming ‘YN GO OUT WITH ME!’ That sounds like nightmare fuel!” Hoshiumi replied

“Ok so then we let Yn decide,” Iwa added, coming through the doors having just listened to the conversation, “we do our best to win YN’s affections and we let them decide.”

The team all nodded in agreement, ready for the challenge of winning their precious YN’s heart

The next morning, the gym felt different

You could tell immediately the moment you stepped in

“Good morning YN, I bought you coffee!” Iwaizumi smiled, handing you a cup of your favorite pick me up

“Thanks Hajime! I really needed this!”

“Hey Yn, I thought maybe you’d wanna have lunch with me today? My treat,” Yaku interrupted

“That would be awesome Mori!”

“Here Yn, I know how much you love these flowers so I got up early to go to the market to get some,” Sakusa flushed, pushing the flowers in your direction

“Wow thanks Kiyoomi! They are beautiful!”

Were these boys being weird? Sure

Were you gonna fight it? Absolutely not

Now these shenanigans continued for a few weeks and at first they were innocent

But then bringing you coffee, flowers or the occasional chocolate morphed into full blown outings

“Hey YN, I’m going to the art museum this weekend? You wanna come?” Komori asked as your eyes lit up

You loved art!!

“Hey YN, I’m gonna grab sushi tonight after practice, you wanna come?” Gao would ask as your mouth salivated

You loved sushi!

“Hey YN, I’m planning on going to the dog park with Hirugami tonight, you wanna come?” Hoshiumi would ask

Dogs? Say less!

“Hey YN, there’s a new cat cafe that just opened up, you wanna go with me?” Suna would declare

Cats? ABSOLUTELY

It took you a while to catch on that there was something strange going on with these guys

While the putting seemed innocent, their motives definitely were not

After a while, you’d finally gotten sick of it all and just asked

It was after practice, the gym was quiet

And there you were

“What is up with you guys taking me on all these dates for?”

… there to ruin it

Their amount of wide-eyed staring and red faces gave them away quicker than a smoking volcano

You sighed, knowing you had to tell them the truth

“Listen guys, I like you all but only as friends and coworkers ok?”

They all collectively sighed, having all been rejected at the same time

You felt bad but at the same time, they needed to know your feelings for them were platonic

“Hey we can still go out and have fun but it’ll only be as friends ok? Plus I have a boyfriend already.”

Their eyes all shot up at you, wondering who exactly it would be

“Wait you had a boyfriend this whole time?” Atsumu questioned

Yep :D

“Like before you even started working with us?” Yaku asked

Yep : D

“Ok then how come we’ve never met him before?” Sakusa demanded as you smiled

“Oh you have, he talks about you guys all the time!” You respond as everyone but Iwaizumi looks confused

“YN you’re not dating him, please YN anyone but him!” Iwa shouts, running up to you and shaking you as your grin devilishly

It seems to finally hit the others as their eyes go from shocked to horrified in a matter of seconds.

Before they can even process his name, they hear a “yoohoo Yn-Chan” radiate throughout the gym

Surprise an Oikawa ending 😅 if you didn’t see it coming, do you even know who I am? I will always work that man into everything possible!

[detectivestucks]

Kakashi as Your Brother's Best Friend

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: Kakashi is your brother's best friend. He's spent his entire life focused on his goals, always ignoring you, but thanks to tragedy, you became his focus.

Warnings: NSFW, car accident, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation

Word Count: 3.2 k

A/N: this started as a headcanon then I turned it into a oneshot. But it's fine...it'sfine, it'sfine.

Your brother’s best friend, Kakashi, didn’t notice you much growing up. He was focused on himself and his studies, always aiming to reach the same greatness as his father, Sakumo.

He was so cool compared to your goofy older brother. His nonchalant attitude, a cloud of mystery only piquing your interest all the more. 

You’re little heart yearned for him, quickly developing feelings and becoming your first crush. He was so amazing and your eyes turned to saucers each time you looked at him. It wasn't long after that your heart fell once you realized you were one of a long list of girls who also had the same feelings as you.

What was worse is that the other girls were at least in his grade while you are a year younger, sitting at only 14 months behind your brother, Obito.

Kakashi, with his well-earned arrogance, called you silly for rooting for your brother when he was obviously going to lose in all their games. He just couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t root for the winning competitor? He was kind of a jerk most of his childhood but that didn’t put a stop to the admiration blossoming in your chest.

Then one day, after years of disregard, he started talking to you. He came to your house after school and you answered the door. By this time you were teenagers. Kakashi and Obito had become seniors in high school and puberty had done right by him, making your feelings even more intense. His signature hair lifted and swooped to one side, his frame tall and slender, but still the bulk of his muscles showed through his clothing. In the quiet between you, he softly asked how you were, accepting your one-word answer before he went to find your brother.

You were stunned into silence with the simple question. It wasn’t like him to focus on others unless it was to help improve his life goals. A trait that made your brother the bane of Kakashi’s existence since Obito was always running behind and holding him back. What had changed for him to suddenly acknowledge your presence? 

The moment shouldn’t have had the impact it did but those lifelong feelings for him magnified everything.

Then the night of Obito’s car accident, Kakashi came rushing to the hospital. Obito laid there, his body crushed on one side and his mind in a coma. The sight of his best friend in this mangled state humbled him. It reminded him of how fragile life is. It caused him to face feelings he had shoved aside after Sakumo’s death. Feelings he wasn’t ready to face again.

He found you already at your brother’s bedside. Obito and you had lost your parents years ago; it was just the two of you. He can’t just leave you behind, not when you’re both so young. 

Your heart twists in your chest and your throat squeezes shut. You couldn’t greet Kakashi even if you wanted to. Your entire focus was on your brother; your body trembling with stress as your mind reels with uncertainty.

When Kakashi went to comfort you, it was the first time you tore your eyes off of your brother, only for the silver haired man to discover that the red had awoken in your irises. Your family’s unique trait was brought to life from the strain of possibly losing the last member of your family.

Kakashi pulled you into a life-giving hug. His strong arms encircling you in a way that said he will stay by your side as long as you need him. He wasn’t going to abandon you, not for a second. Though you had longed for some kind of physical touch from Kakashi most of your life, this wasn’t the way you had imagined it. Not like this. Why did it have to be like this?

He came to your house every day to help you cook and clean. He walked with you to the hospital and then home again, always making sure you were well fed and wanted for nothing.

The two of you became close during Obito’s hospitalization. Your feelings for him only intensified. You kept finding yourself looking at him, dying to tell him the truth. The confession on the tip of your tongue, but the strength to admit it could never be found.

Then when Obito awoke, it all came to an end. He stopped visiting as much, he stopped walking with you, and he nearly vanished from your life. It hurt so bad and you wondered what you did wrong. Amidst the relief you felt, there was also a gaping hole left in your life. Was Kakashi only there for you cause he missed your brother? Was he only by your side cause he needed comfort? What did you do for him to discard you? It ate away at you and once more you were left behind and shoved to the side.

What you didn’t know was that he had realized his feelings for you and became fearful of them. He had grown to love you in an overwhelming way and he knew you’d never view him as more than a brother so to protect himself he cast you aside. Despite how much he wanted to reach out and hold you, he wouldn’t allow it. The best thing for you both was to pretend it all never happened. You were just his best friend’s sister.

It wasn’t so easy for you though; you felt a soul crushing desire for him. He came over on weekends to see your brother but no longer acknowledged you. It was as if you were a mere apparition to him. Your lips would part as if to say something but only silence existed between you.

The silence continued through most of college, his mind focused on his studies. He was not going to allow you to distract him, no matter how adorable you were or sad and dejected you appeared when he trained his eyes forward on your brother instead of acknowledging your existence.

He focused on himself, which took more and more practice as your presence continued to haunt him. In desperation to distract him from you, he picked up a smut book one day and couldn’t put it down. The moving story line compelled him to turn page after page. Yet with each passing word the female protagonist morphed into your face. Soon he was unable to get you out of his head. Your image, tormenting him, occupying his mind, especially in the most intimate of moments. 

He began to lose his sanity, picturing you doing the depraved things described in his book. He wanted to reenact them so badly but he knew he never could. His feelings for you grew out of control and it crushed him. You’d never accept him, not after ghosting you for all these years. 

Then he came to your house to visit your brother one weekend. You answered the door, cheeks immediately blooming with a red tint and eyes suddenly downcast. For a moment he had hope. Hope that you were possibly blushing for him. But surely he was imagining things. There was no way you were displaying signs of interest when it came to him. He can’t allow himself to think like that and ignored you again, stepping inside and searching for Obito.

Part way through the visit he felt the need for a glass of water. He left his friend’s room to come to the kitchen only to bump into you. Your body went flying off of his muscular frame, ricocheting into the wall and bumping the back of your head. Before he knew what he was doing he was holding you, his hand cradling the back of your head. Your eyes flicked up to his and he could see your irises swirled with scarlet as you held eye contact with him. It has to be for him, right? It couldn’t be for anyone else, just him. Please let it be for him.

Feeling reckless, he lunged for the kiss. As your lips collided his body pulled you in close and stumbled against the very wall that just left you with a bruise on your disoriented head. Your mind played fireworks behind your closed eyes, the embers of which radiated down your limbs. The spark that had been lit so long ago, fanned into an all-out fire that consumed you both. Your soft lips moved against his as you kissed him back, returning the affection that swirled within you all those years.

He couldn’t stop his hands from wandering all over. A dam had broke and the flood waters crashed over him, moving his body on autopilot. There was no controlling himself. The way he pushed up against you, the way he grabbed your hips, the way his chest heaved. Your sweet taste and little sounds, it was ecstasy. He’d never get enough of this. 

In your spinning mind, clarity suddenly came to you and you pushed him off of you, afraid that he was only using you. Was he exploiting your childhood crush for a good time? The look in your eyes, was a blend of need and hurt. “I can’t do this” you whispered, crushing your own dreams to protect your heart.

“Please,” he begged, “I need you. I’m not whole without you.” Now that he’d gotten a taste of you he couldn’t let this go. His heart felt ready to explode and he couldn’t go back to how it was before. 

He had you dumbfounded. He needs you? Since when? You were utterly confused and as a result, were at a loss for words. “I-I don’t know what to say, Kakashi. How do I know this is real?” Just as he’s about to answer, your brother came looking for him, calling his name down the hallway. Kakahsi kissed the back of your hand before holding your palm against his cheek. “I’ll prove it to you. And when you’re ready, let me know.”

The man walked away, heart set on winning you over. He wasn’t afraid anymore, he would win your affection. You belonged together and he’d prove it to you.

Kakashi was persistent. He sent you ‘good morning’ texts every day, and wished you ‘goodnight’ every evening. He never missed a day over the next two months, even bringing you flowers to your job each Friday. He wasn’t going to be the guy he was in the past. He wanted to do this right but feared that he had done too much damage. However, those fears wouldn’t stop him. He’d prove his affection because the two of you were meant to be. Every fiber of his being told him so.

He came to your job to walk you home one evening when he found your coworker tracing your arm, the action making you nervous by the way your eyes kept darting down to his finger. The slime had a wide smile on his face while yours was serious. Anger and a sliver of jealousy propelled him forward as he invited himself into the office of your part-time employment. His hand heroically slid over the top of your hip, pulling you into his side where you fit like a glove. “Hey baby!” he gloated while staring daggers into the man who was just touching you.

He made your heart stutter as he touched you. Electricity buzzing from the pressure on your skin as his fingers dug into you, claiming you as his when you hadn’t even decided if you’re ready yet. He scared away your creepy coworker and turned toward you, full of questions. How long had he been bothering you? Had he touched you before? What did he say to you? The worry didn’t mask the jealousy one bit.

You went home with so much on your mind and later the next morning Kakashi received a text, a beacon of light, telling him that you believed him and wanted to give things a try. His heart pounded out of his chest, his body felt full of warmth and excitement. First thing’s first, he needed to ask for your brother’s permission. He finished all of his assignments, submitting them before making the trek to your home, to face his best friend. 

When he entered your home he made a beeline for your room, barging in and pulling you into a searing kiss. If your brother knew about this makeout session he’d flip. Kakashi’s arms wrapped around you and squeezed as he moved his mouth perfectly with yours. You felt yourself melting until you heard Obito in the hall. Kashi reluctantly let you go, ready to face the music.

Voice booming and fists flying, Kakashi was almost murdered when he informed Obito of his intentions. Obito was completely taken by surprise, having no idea that Kakashi even cared for you as a friend, let alone more. He swung on the Hatake, swearing the man is only looking for pussy cause of that damn book.

During the brawl Kakashi admitted he’s been in love with you for the past four years and has never touched another woman. It’s always been you. You were the only one he has ever wanted. He begged Obito to allow him the chance to let him show you how much he loved you and if you rejected him, he'd never bother you again. 

Obito finally released Kakashi from his chokehold, leaving him coughing and fixing his shirt as he composed himself. Anger still lingered in Obito’s red eyes, but he rigidly nodded his head and stepped away. With his hands shoved in his pockets, Obito let Kakashi walk back to your room where you were anxiously waiting by the door, heart pounding out of your chest, needing to know if they were both okay. 

Scratching the back of his head, Kakashi asked if you heard everything he said during their fight. You nodded yes in confirmation. His hand then dragged over his face, nervous about what you were thinking. Finally daring to look up, he saw your eyes water. The tears were an admission that you too have loved him for years. A flame of hope had lit in his chest as he asked “So then, will you do me the honor of joining me for a date this evening?” To which you respond with a resounding yes. 

He went out and created a magical and intimate date night for you. He had set up a tent in his backyard with a projector screen and twinkle lights, sherpa blankets and shag pillows scattered the mattress on the ground, and in the center laid a charcuterie board he’d spent an hour assembling. The two of you snuggled together, watching a movie and drinking mocktails, letting your bodies synchronize in the serenity of the moment. 

Just as the movie was ending you surprised him when you initiated a kiss. Not just any kiss either, one that knocked him off his center. You’re not normally so forward but you couldn’t stop this overwhelming desire that was eating away at your insides. You needed him more than you’ve ever needed anything in your entire existence. You rolled on top of him, swinging your leg over so that you were straddling him as he laid on his back. He could feel how you clenched through the fabric of your pants and you could feel how hard he was for you, the ridge of his manhood sat perfectly below your center. 

Kakashi wanted you with every cell but was afraid to mess it up. His body yearned for you in an unimaginable way. Breath trickled past his lips as he decided what to do. Should he cave and succumb to his carnal desires or should he take things slow? He thinks back to the hallway. How your eyes changed color because of your deep seeded feelings.

He decided he couldn’t restrain himself anymore. His hands explored your back, gliding down to your rear where his fingers sank into the fat. There was something possessive about the action. Something that made your heart stop. He rocked you back and forth, your heat grinding on him as you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, eyes locking on his, you memorized the depth that welled there. 

His grip made you feel desperate. Desperate to have him inside of you, so you began to tug up his shirt and trace the outline of his muscles, mapping out every inch of ivory skin. His own need overflowed and he grabbed you by your hair at the base of your skull, and flipped you on your back. The power-move knocked the wind out of you, not due to its roughness but due to the realization that he was as anxious for you as you were for him. His eyes screamed out how broken he’d been while pushing you away. How hard it’d been for him to deny you when you were all he dreamed about. You realized he’d been wanting you as badly as you’d been wanting him.

With nimble hands, he slid your pants off of your body, discarding them to a far corner of the tent before slipping his fingers into your folds. He buried his knuckles deep inside and made a scissoring motion to stretch you. He needed you to be prepped and ready to take him; he wanted this moment to be magical and pleasurable for you, just as it would be for him. He’s waited so long for this but you’ve waited longer. He lined himself up and thanks to the fluids dripping out of you, he had no issues slipping in. 

The silver haired mug left you gasping at the intrusion, your hands sprung to his shoulders and you gripped him with all your strength, as you found your back arching to meet his chest with your own. “That’s it baby, just like that.” he praised as he slowly began to stroke. “You’re doing so good for me.” You started to softly mewl with each glide, your body tightened around him, and milked him as he finally linked your fantasies to reality.

In a mounting pace, he steadily grew in intensity but you could tell he was still restraining himself. He didn’t want to break you even though everything in him was dying to ravage you. And while it’s all so perfect, you wanted know what he was capable of. 

Against your better judgement you whispered in his ear, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.” 

You weren’t sure if that was true but it wasn’t gonna stop you from finding out. What is it that they say about curiosity?

Unsure weather to believe you or not, Kakashi lifted a brow, but all it took was the widening of your orbs and the seductive bite of your lip to send him into overdrive. He started to lose himself inside your walls. Everything he’d felt for you over the past few years drove him forward, his arms encircled you as his hips snapped into your center. The punctuated thrusts shook your entire body and hit a pleasure point that had you grappling at him for support. 

He cooed in your ear, praising you for being such a good girl for him. You took him so well that he was ready to kick things up a notch. His hand found itself back in your hair, his other one grasped at your hip, leveraging you as he spun you onto your knees so fast your hands were already on the blanket before your mind registered your new position. You exclaimed in confusion when he shushed you and leaned his hand on the small of your back, pushing down while the hand in your tresses guided your head into the shag of the pillows.

He had your face buried in the plush surface, your drool soaked the fabric as you were absolutely rocked by how hard he took you. 

Skin slapping smacks resonated as his jewels tantalizingly pummeled against your clit, stimulating you and making you want to close your legs but it was impossible with how his weight pushed you deeper into the position.

Violently, he pulled back on your hair, lifting your face, while forcing a deep arch of your back. You felt your neck strain under the pressure, your moans coming out broken but your cavern’s grip around him tightened as the blood drained from your brain. 

He fucked you dumb on his dick, bending your legs into various positions to see how flexible you could be. He’d been dreaming of this moment and his good girl was going to get orgasm after orgasm for how long she’s waited for him. This beastly behavior was him marking his territory, because after this, just as before with that kiss, there was no turning back. He was absolutely enthralled with you and pleasuring you was his number one priority. 

Looking down, he admired your pretty little body, covered in bruises and drool, hair a wild mess, shaking legs sprawled and eyes glazed over. He wrecked you and though he came already he couldn’t stop. His fingers kept working your nub while his tongue sunk inside your gaping hole. The warmth soothed the abused area making you spasm as his fingers played with your swollen bud. You weren’t sure how much more you could handle, you felt drained from his toying. The mind-numbing pleasure from the man of your dreams was too much to process. “Kashi, please…” you whispered, “can’t take any m-m-more, a-ah-AH!” He pulled a final snap from your core before he let you rest.

Gazing at you as if you were made of gold, he was unsure how he’s going to keep his hands off of you in front of Obito cause now all he wanted to do was fuck you 24/7. Yes, fuck you, turn you into his personal sex doll and see those pouty lips quiver in euphoria at his hands. You were his obsession and he won’t be able to stop himself. “Baby, can we go another round? Please?”

Masterlist

[cosmicfandomvegan]

My hot take: Who does Kakashi Hatake love the most?

We all remember that heartbreaking moment where Sasuke asked Kakashi:

And Kakashi responded:

This narrows it down to:

Sakumo

Obito

Rin

Minato

Whose grave does he visit the most? Hm, that would be both Obito or Rin's.. followed closely by Sakumo.

Who does he talk about the most? Minato tbh. Always "the Fourth" this, "the Fourth" that. lmao

He mentions Obito but not by name, only calling him his 'best friend' but he quotes him 24/7.

He only brought up Sakumo that time Chiyo mistook him for his dad. This is in no way an indication that Kakashi loves his dad any less, but it's just another notable observation I as the viewer have made.

Even though he loves and misses her, he never brings Rin up at all. This is likely due to guilt for killing her, but you'd think he'd bring up other good things about her, like he does with Obito, but he's radio silent. :(

Whose teachings does he live by the most?

Originally he lived his life with Sakumo’s “mistake” in mind (trying to do the opposite) until Obito tore it down by telling him that no, Sakumo was actually correct! And Kakashi, rule-following Kakashi, had talk-no-jutsu used on him for the first time by Obito 😭 

You could say that because of Obito, he now lives by Sakumo's ideals, but it's clear that he's not living by Sakumo's ideals, but Obito's specifically... Right down to becoming a sensei who's often tardy... kinda like a certain 'dead' best friend... So.. not something he borrowed from Sakumo after all.

He never once talks about any of Rin's ideals, and tbh we don't know much about her. He loved her as a teammate and older sister, but her death was clearly overshadowed by Obito's.

As Hokage, Minato valued mission success, not coldly, but as a leader who understood hard choices. Minato tried to temper Kakashi’s rigidity post-Obito’s "death," but Minato's own philosophy still leaned toward "complete the objective" (e.g., his quick decision-making during war, prioritizing strategic victories). Kakashi idolized him, but Minato never fully shook Kakashi’s belief that missions > people, because Minato himself operated within that system.

Instead, Kakashi constantly references Obito's, "Those who break the rules are scum… but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum," even tho it directly contradicts his earlier belief (based off of Sakumo's tragedy).

Essentially, Kakashi rejected his father’s values (comrades > mission) until Obito redeemed them. Kakashi still lives by Obito’s ideals because he genuinely loves him so much, which was the only reason how Obito no longer being part of his life was able to affect him so much. This all makes Obito by far the most transformative and important figure in his life.

Obito’s impact on Kakashi goes beyond everyone else. While Minato offered guidance, Sakumo’s death toughened him, and Rin’s death solidified Obito’s beliefs in Kakashi’s heart, it was Obito alone who tore apart Kakashi’s worldview and rebuilt it. Kakashi keeps Obito’s memory alive in everything he does, treating his teachings as sacred and passing it to every new generation, visiting his grave very regularly, and constantly honoring him—even after learning about his betrayal.

Kakashi’s quick forgiveness and defense of Obito show that his loyalty is rooted in genuine love, not guilt. Obito’s the only one Kakashi failed, mourned, fought, and very quickly forgave unconditionally (even knowing Obito started the 4th great ninja war and was responsible for so many deaths, including the deaths of Minato and Kushina whom he loved). He forgave him like you would forgive a family member, not like just a friend, because Obito was like the big brother Kakashi never had—someone he couldn’t save, and that bond shaped them both deeply. 

Even after the truth about Obito came out, Kakashi’s love for him didn’t fade—it only somehow ended up making their love for one another stronger, since everything Obito did in his own words was for Kakashi and himself to be able to live in a world where all three (including Rin) were back together again, untouched by death's grip.

Even though Kakashi forms close bonds with Team 7 and Gai in his adult life, his connection with Obito is still by far the most significant. Dude would've let himself be killed after Obito was unmasked had it not been for Naruto saving him from Obito's fire attack last minute. (Hell, not even Obito expected that, since we learn that Obito never intended to kill him!) After the face reveal, Kakashi's eyes looked so dead even though Gai had quickly recovered from the shock of who Tobi was.

Obito is firmly in "the one that got away" category of Kakashi's life. Like, if Obito had stayed an ally, Obito and Kakashi would've been the dynamic, unstoppable duo (<-vid) that the enemies ran from. That's why Kishi couldn't allow Obito to stay an ally.. If Obito had not sided with Madara, he would've been Kakashi's right-hand man, his very best friend whom he did everything with.. Instead, Kakashi had to settle for another comedic bestie, Gai (whom I love as well—but Kakashi and I both know it’s just not the same. That’s why he didn’t consider Gai one of the people he loved—at that time, they weren’t that close yet; they were true rivals).

I truly think there will never be another person that Kakashi will love more than Obito Uchiha. It's no wonder he still wanted Obito to live.. even knowing all the crimes he committed:

Because then, at least, Kakashi would still have his brother—someone he loved deeply—alive, and that would be all that mattered. We all know Kakashi was so ready to help Obito atone every step of the way, like his own personal parole officer, the one Obito could lean on to help keep him in line.

Some say it's crazy to think Obito would've been able to just live freely if he'd survived, but .. uhhh.. Orochimaru??? And redeemed Obito is far safer/more stable than Snake-man. -_- Maybe he'd just need someone to track his every movement.. like Yamato did for Orochimaru. So heck, Hokage Kakashi would've let Obito be his advisor or something probably... llol XD Just to keep him close. c:

Any love interest Kakashi might have in future will pale in comparison to his love for Obito. I really think Kakashi will be an eternal bachelor like Gaara since he's already in his 50s in Boruto & still single.. It really peaked at Obito lol.

TLDR; Obito is Kakashi’s greatest love (even though I ship them so hard, I personally do not think they are in love, but Kakashi loves Obito as a brother) and that love trumps all other loves he's had in his life because in the series, as in most shonen anime, brotherly love is super highly esteemed (eg Itachi/Sasuke for example).

[ignisgalaxia]

With the release of Prodigy season 2, the Trek fandom finally has an answer to what Chakotay's native ancestry is. He's Nicarao, a tribe from the western region of Nicaragua who actually share a common ancestry with the Nahua Aztecs of Mexico. The show even mentions the island of Ometepe specifically, which is the largest island in Lake Nicaragua made up of two volcanoes.

The reason this is so important to me is because my dad and his family are from Nicaragua. I’ve been getting more in touch with those roots over the last year or so, and I’ve found it very frustrating how there seems to be no Nica representation in media, at least not in the mainstream. But when I found out that Chakotay was a fellow Nica, I was literally bouncing off the walls. To think, one of my favorite characters has the same ancestry as me (well, almost, but I’ll get to that later)! When I told my dad, he laughed so hard because he never would’ve imagined.

But I haven’t seen a lot of people talking about this aspect. I get it, it’s a minuscule part of the wild ride that was season 2. But I’d really like us as a fandom to discuss this more. I mean, we literally don’t have to guess what tribe he’s from anymore!

So since nobody else has come forward, I am going to claim myself as the only member of the Voyager-Prodigy fandom with actual Nicaraguan ancestry, and am making this post to give firsthand information about the Nicarao and the nation as a whole.

Firstly, some context. My dad was born in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, and lived there with his family until he was 7. Then they fled the country due to the Contra War that was going on. My grandfather was born and raised in Bluefields, a city on the country's Carribean coast, then went to college in Mexico where he met my grandmother. Neither of them are Nicarao, and are in fact very European (the DNA tests proved it). However, when they were all living in Managua, my grandparents had a handful of maids that worked for them (they had six kids they needed some help), and a couple of them were Nicarao. Specifically, they were natives from a village in the nearby mountains. So while I don't have info on natives from Ometepe, I do have some on the people in general.

The maids lived with my dad's family during the week and would go home to their village on the weekends. They primarily spoke Spanish, but he would occasionally catch them speaking in their native tongue which I assume is Nahua.

My dad recounted a time when the maids invited the family to their village for a day trip. He said they were living in Adobe houses and had lots of livestock (cattle, chickens, goats, etc) as well as horses, which he apparently rode for the first time there. He also said most of the natives had two primary weapons: a machete to cut crops and other vegetation, and a 22 single shot rifle. They used the rifles to shoot iguanas off trees. Iguanas and iguana eggs are a delicacy in Nicaragua that the natives are experts at making.

This is a direct quote from my grandmother when I asked her about what she remembered of them:

The people I knew, they were good and hard working people. Smart, happy, funny… they really are sociable, like to talk and say jokes invented with their mind and history. The women were skillful, knew how to survive. They cooked, cleaned, planted crops and vegetables. Good merchants, they really knew how to sell and buy.

I wish I had more info to share, but unfortunately season 2 could not have been released at a worse time because my grandfather has recently begun developing Alzheimer's or some other form of dementia and has been losing his memory over the last few months. Even when my dad and I were with him in May and I asked him to recount his earlier life, he repeated himself a few times since he evidently had forgotten he'd already told us those parts. If I had known how fast he’d be deteriorating, I would’ve started my work sooner.

If I do end up learning anything more from my relatives, I’ll update the post. For now, I hope this is of some use to people. And if anyone has questions about Nicaraguan culture in general, I’ll be happy to pass them along to my dad.

[littlegaaby]

BTS with an 8th member reader who is older than them

Kim Namjoon

●He would be intimidated by your confident stance and would listen to your advice attentively.

●Namjoon is very respectful towards women and elders so expect double respect from him.

●He would always ask for your opinion on a new song or a new concept idea for the next mv.

●If you wanted to make an MV for a solo song with a more adult tone he would support you since you are an adult after all.

●If a company wanted to infantilize you for an MV, he would be the first to oppose it. He hates that female idols are induced to look younger to "make them more feminine."

Kim Seokjin

●You two would be the parents of the group and the ARMY'S

●Fans would definitely root for you to be a couple

●You two would do adult things together like shopping, paying for groceries, making dinner, among other things. ●he would call you “Noona” because it would make he feel younger

●If the Maknae line started fighting for your attention he would get their attention

●He would support you if you made a solo song with more adult content but I would try to hide this song and the MV from the Maknae line.

●He also wouldn't support your infantilization in front of your fans but I would love to tie your hair with different colorful clips

Min Yoongi

●He wouldn't show it much but I would love the feeling of having a Noona

●Being one of the oldest in the group he is used to being treated as an adult figure among several “children” and finally being able to relax and be treated as "one of the kids" would make him feel good.

●It would take a while for him to feel comfortable calling you Noona but then he would relax more.

●He would always ask for your opinion on your songs despite being a little embarrassed to show them in their initial state.

●He would be the first to support you in making a song with a more adult tone, he himself having already shown himself against the infantilization of idols.

Jung Hoseok

●Being the little ray of sunshine that he is he would make some jokes mocking his age difference

●But don't get things mixed up, he knows the limits of humor and wouldn't say anything that would make you uncomfortable.

●He would get things for you and stand up for you to sit down saying that you are tired due to age, you just have to use this to your advantage.

●He would worry about you during rehearsals, if he saw that you were not able to keep up with the rest of the group he would call you for a private lesson later and would go over the steps more slowly.

●He would definitely support an MV and song with a more adult tone and would help you create a choreography that would help you reach your desired audience.

Kim Taehyung

●He would treat you like you were my mother

●He would ask your permission to do certain things like eat an extra portion of food or go to the bathroom in the middle of a recording.

●He would love to have your full attention on him

●He would stand over you while you put on makeup for a show, asking what each thing was for.

●If you made a song with adult content, he would insist on staying on the film set while you recorded the MV.

●He would be jealous if you did some more explicit choreography with some dancer but it would be purely platonic.

●"Be careful how you touch my Noona"

Park Jimin

●He would want to be treated like your son

●He would ask you to hug me at night saying I was scared but in reality I just wanted to feel your warmth.

●He would ask you to feed him just to throw it in the faces of the other Maknae line members.

●I would ask for good night and good morning kisses

●I can imagine him asking you to be his first kiss- This may or may not result in a romantic relationship.

●"You're the only one I trust, Noona"

Jeon Jungkook

●At first he would be very shy and would feel intimidated by you.

●He would call you Noona all the time and would love to be pampered by you.

●He is most likely to develop romantic feelings for you.

●He, Jimin and Taehyung would fight for your attention, all wanting a little of your care.

●If you made an MV with adult content, at first he would pretend he didn't care about it, but then he would watch it alone, hidden from the other boys and especially hidden from you.

That's it, I hope you liked it and sorry for the bad English, English is not my first language.

[utilitycaster]

The reason those C3 fans shit the bricks over the Charity stream was because they viewed the charity stream as a win for them and bells hells. Not like you know, an actual good thing to help people in need. Because when it was announced they were in the qrts and on twt yelling that the cast closing to play as Bells Hells was cause they loved them above all. That BH were "winning" because MN didn't get one shots while airing. No1 expected anyone BUT BH to be played so they were fighting air tbh.

[Cont. So when Laudna got yeeted and Beau joined it, it's like they suddenly hit with the fact that the cast like all the times. All character sheets were available and BH was being played by default of the one shot happening during c3. But they hung their entire world view on BH being extra special that they broke. Saw them also being PISSED at Ashley and Liam for getting MN members to the top before everyone else and especially the gate was "showing up BH".]

Here is what gets me, as a person who does not follow sports in any form: The Mighty Nein are a juggernaut of popularity within the fandom. I think this is for the most part deserved and I also think a lot of fans of C1 who never vibed with any later campaigns are simply not active in fandom any more since it's been 7 years, and Critical Role had more recognition with Campaign 2, so like, numbers within active social media fandom are not a perfect indicator of quality, itself a subjective measure.

HOWEVER. If you want your team to win, the most efficient way to do that is to start rooting for the winning team. I get that this is considered treasonous to genuine fans of sports. But like, if your biggest priority is Number Is Bigger then there is an obvious solution and it's called jumping on the bandwagon. Otherwise, perhaps you should consider a different metric, such as "did I have fun at this game? Were the snacks good? Were there some cool plays?" (from this you can see my priorities re: live sports namely are my friends here and did I get some nachos and a beer but you get my point). Honestly, this is how I and a lot of other people have been approaching Bells Hells week to week for some time now: were there some cool scenes? Did the character they liked most at the time say something funny? Did NPCs do anything? Were the fight mechanics interesting?

I have a post that I am saving for next week about specific elements of C3 that goes into more depth but I feel like Campaign 3's fandom in particular fell to a certain attitude that feels very specific to a younger (to me, an ancient crone, so like, mid-20s) crowd, of obsessing over numbers: how many fics. how many notes. how much screentime. can you believe that Episode 100 didn't even have Bells Hells in it????? And it's like. who the fuck cares. Is it good? Is it satisfying? Because right now we're watching you guys all admit it hasn't been and 120 episodes in you were waiting for the campaign to REALLY begin.

I don't think the cast dislikes Bells Hells! I think they all like all of their characters, and frankly when the cast gets asked directly a lot of them go with a "you never forget your first" and give their VM character anyway so like, the vitriol at the Mighty Nein really is a petty popularity contest in the end. But Bells Hells are the party that the cast happened to be playing during the Moon Plot Campaign and the party that the cast happened to be playing at the time of the livestream. None of the three main parties are uniquely special. They are special to their individual fans.

I made the Elon Musk comparison for C3 fans earlier this week and I don't want to go too hard since like, he is truly horrible, and I do think that a lot of C3 fans, while currently shitty self-absorbed people, are also quite young and it is my hope that a sharp but ultimately harmless disappointment like this campaign might shock them into fixing their hearts, but the final lines of this post came to mind while writing up a lot of my responses: "And in fact I would argue that seeking to put yourself above other people is inherently going to leave you empty, because egotistical as you may be, you've adopted a values system where your sense of self worth intrinsically depends on other people. Congratulations, you played yourself."

If your day can be ruined because your blorbo wasn't present for 100% of a live stream for charity and the cast likes all of their characters? You should work on that! I'm not saying it's easy or fun but it really is a thing you should work on because right now, the worst thing that's going to happen to you is people laughing at your misfortune on social media. But if you keep up this behavior, you're going to be bitter and miserable forever, and it will be your own fault because you're getting mad that something that was never about you continues to not be about you. Learn to accept that you had a good time (if you had a good time, anyway) and it's over and that's okay.

[leothil]

i spoke to my buddy in the industry whom works for a rival network because i had questions about the Buddie press tour and to sum it all up the way he told be from a business standpoint these were the things he gave me.

The Buddie press tour was not queerbaiting, it was the show telegraphing you what it would be about going forward after the major changes that happened cause of the main character dying. If they did not want Buddie being talked about, it would never even reach the lips of any reporters at the event. It would be blacklisted, and very simple really. "You don't go off script especially on the Mouses carpet."

It was promotion for S9 and a way to showcase what the show would be about going forward in retrospect to the cast members that attended. He even suggest Angela is likely taking a much less dominant role on the show but he also knew she was at Cannes so it's likely that she will get her chunk of screentime cause she is the star of the show.

Every big show needs a romance to root for, putting Oliver and Ryan and putting Buddie in a romantic light at Upfronts and in the press is the show telegraphing they and their romance will be a big portion of the show.

Everything was planned for months, Upfronts is something the networks starts prepping for very early and it's much easier to get all this promo out of the way all at once while the cast is at NYC then having to pay them for another press tour post finale when everything can be done at Upfronts.

They do agree that the scheduling and releasing of all articles should have been waited for post finale but it doesn't take away with the Buddie theme that was surrounding Upfronts for a reason.

Yeah, that's pretty much what I've been assuming. Angela, I think, would get out of doing the Upfronts anyway if she wanted, because of who she is, and historically she hasn't done that much promo for the show (though that might be due to Fox not doing much promo for it at all during the years I've been watching). The fact that they've started asking her about the show on her press tours for other projects is a pretty big deal for us, actually!

It also makes sense to me that the PR department didn't necessarily take the fandom into consideration when scheduling other interviews close to the Upfronts, since that event is for the business and likely was their main focus for a long time because of its importance. Annoying and sad for us, but business will always come first. Thanks for sharing this!

[marvelsdc22]

Be My Plus One?

A/N: Hello, I'm not dead. My writing powers have returned to me for a short time, it's not my best but here's one that I've had stewing in my brain for the past week.

Summary: After being forced to a hockey game, Lena's night may just turn around upon seeing a certain player.

HockeyPlayerReader! x Lena Luthor

Word Count: 875(very short I know)

Going to a hockey game on a Wednesday night was not what Lena had planned, she had a lot of work to do and this was interfering with that, but Alex and Kara had been adamant that she joined them tonight, so really she had no choice but to go, really who could say no to Kara’s puppy eyes?

As she sat down next to Kara in the dirty looking seat, raising a brow at Kara who was now going ham on the hotdog she had gotten, her noticing Lenas stare and offering the green eyed woman a bite to which she denied with a small chuckle before they both focused on the ice, there was still ten minutes before the match but some of the players were already out practicing.

One particular player seemed to have caught her eye, number 11 ‘Y/L/N’, she didn’t know what it was that drew her to watching as you skated around at a leisurely pace, seeming to watch all the other players as you went around, that is until you felt her eyes on you, catching her gaze and giving her a lazy smirk as she blushed and quickly averted her gaze Cute you thought to yourself as you went back to focusing on the others, trying to get a read on them.

Once the game started, you were in full focus mode, making sure nobody touched your goalie, being the right defenseman, watching as your center went for the puck, them trying to stay one step ahead of them, slowly drifting forward when your two wings tried to go and assist, getting into your defensive stance when the other team broke through, getting into a scuffle over who got the puck before you managed to smack it back across the ice, doing your best to aim for one of your teammates.

This continued all the way until halftime, no points on either side as you and your team headed back to the locker rooms, Kara looked over at Lena with a smile, the woman seemed to be at the edge of her seat “Are you actually enjoying this?” Kara asked, nudging her with her shoulder and watching her friend jump slightly before looking at her “What? No… Maybe” Lena admitted with a laugh and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Lets go get some food and a drink, I can tell you’re thirsty” Kara teased, standing up and making her way out of their row, leaving Lena shocked until she recovered and quickly rushed to catch up with Kara, Alex following behind “So, rooting for either of the teams? Or should I say team members” Alex hinted, smirking slightly when Lena got even more flustered at the accusation.

“Am I not allowed to just show interest in the sport?” Lena scoffed, looking at the two of them as she followed along “Well yeah, but you were very focused on that number eleven” Kara said, glancing back to make sure both were still close behind her since it was a little crowded near the concessions “Hush” Lena huffed, her face on fire as she followed, not even that hungry but Kara was right about one thing, she was thirsty.

Once the game was over, Lena watched as the players headed back to their locker rooms, your team, the National City Dodgers, having won that night; she followed Kara and Alex back towards the entrance, the three of them making a pitstop for the bathrooms, Lena being the first out so she sat down on the bench next to the bathrooms, pulling her phone out to waste time and ironically ending up on your hockey career page.

“If you really wanna know more about me, I don’t think that website will cut it” she heard someone say, causing her to jump and quickly lock her phone in embarrassment of being caught “Is that so?” She asked, trying her best to recover from the embarrassment and trying to keep her eyes on yours and not your after shower body.

You smiled and set your bag down before holding your hand out “Y/N Y/L/N” you introduced, giving her hand a small squeeze when she gripped yours “Lena Luthor” she stuttered out, forcing herself to stand up so you didn’t have to look down at her “So Lena… I couldn’t help but notice your gaze on me all night, the team and I are going to a celebration party at a bar near here, would it be too forward of me to ask you to be my plus one?” You asked, looking cool as a cucumber but on the inside you were a bundle of nerves, you had never done this before.

Lena looked taken aback before she looked towards the bathrooms, thinking about Alex and Kara, but they would be fine, not like she drove them “I would love to” she finally said, and it was worth seeing the massive grin you gained “Really? I-I mean, awesome, lets go” you said, actually surprised she said yes, grabbing your bag once more before taking her hand and leading her out, after that night you played every game at your best, you had to impress your girlfriend of course.

End Note: I wanna see about making little snippets of their life as time goes, if y'all would maybe be interested.

[feyhunter78]

The Hunt (But Fun)

Description: Rewrite old memories, make them positive, make them fun. Natalie and Travis will try their best and maybe win a prize. (AKA the making out against a tree I promised)

It’s an Easter egg hunt, meant for the whole family, brightly colored plastic eggs hidden throughout the trees on Travis’ grandparents’ property. There’s so many people here, but she guesses that makes sense, apparently Travis’ grandma has like five siblings. It’s supposed to be fun, even the adults play, and Reyna tells them it’s alright if it’s too much for them, if it brings up bad memories. But Marco—who Natalie thinks is still a little wild despite what Travis said—and his wife Lisa tell them that the family gets really competitive. Reyna is probably trying to psych them out. She doesn’t believe them, but it does make her laugh.

It snowed the night before, not super rare but not the norm for this time of year, and Natalie smiles at the sight. They’ve decided, her and Travis since everyone searches in pairs of two, that they’re going to try to use the egg hunt as a way to “reframe” the sight of woods. Reframe the feeling of running through snow, everything that goes into a hunt. They’re going to try to have fun, to make good memories.

So, now they stand at the starting line, taking stock of the other members of Travis’ family, discussing strategy.

“So, who’s our biggest competition here?” She asks, zipping her jacket up, watching as everyone pairs off.

Travis tucks a loose piece of hair beneath the band around her forehead like he did back then, eyeing the others over her shoulder. “Simon and Cami are fast, but my mom and cousin Gabriel play dirty. If you hear them saying one of them is hurt, ignore it, they fake an injury, and someone falls for it every year.”

“Got it, what about Marco and Lisa?” She nods to the pair a little ways down, who are doing some kind of secret handshake.

He tugs the collar of her jacket up. “They usually hang back and see who’s winning, then try to see if they can trail them, but I’m not worried, they won’t be able to keep up with us.”

“And the kids?” She eyes the gaggle of children milling about, all of various ages.

“The kids know there’s a smaller egg hunt in the backyard for them afterwards, this is just to tire them out, so they don’t run wild during lunch.” He says, squeezing her shoulders before turning towards the woods.

He has their basket in his hand, and she almost laughs at how stark the contrast is between his dark colored jacket and the pastel ribbon covered wicker basket.

“So, no need to go easy on them, then?” She asks, itching to run, her shoulder feeling too light, the weight of the gun missing.

“I think we can sweep this and watch from the porch as the losers come trailing back.” Travis says, falling into the same stance as before, back when they hunted to survive, smiling wolfishly.

She laughs, returning his smile, senses sharpening as she breathes out and focuses. “Let’s do it then.”

The air horn sounds, Mara holding it above her head, watching with an almost fanatical glee as everyone races into the woods like a Roman emperor at the coliseum.

“She can’t participate in the egg hunt anymore, so she lives vicariously through us.” Travis explains, catching her line of sight before jerking his head towards the woods. “Come on, huntress, let’s show them how it’s done.”

She’s silent as she moves, Travis a few steps behind, the woods filled with crunching snow, shouts of excitement and people rustling through the undergrowth. It’s almost too easy, a couple of months hasn’t dulled her eyesight, and the Easter eggs are much easier to spot than woodland prey. She darts forward and pulls another egg from the roots of a tree, tossing it back to Travis.

They continue to wind their way through, pausing every so often to listen, communicating wordlessly, a thrill running through her with each egg they find. She feels alive again, the brisk air filling her lungs, adrenaline pumping through her veins. They come upon a clearing, and they hover at the edge of it, hidden within the treeline. A medium-sized plastic egg sis in the center on a tree stump, pastel purple glitter sparkling in the light.

“Oh shit, I didn’t know they were bringing that back.” Travis whispers, his breath fogging in the air.

“What is it?”

“Bonus egg, whoever gets it first, gets first slice of my Great Aunt Cassie’s chocolate pie, it’s really good like Godiva or something.”

“Well, let’s get it, then.” She smiles, scanning the clearing. She fucking loves Godiva.

At the opposite edge of the clearing, she sees Simon and Cami, their blue jackets like a signal fire. Cami heads for the egg.

“Shit Nat go.” Travis urges, taking a step back to give her space.

She bolts into the clearing, eyes on the egg, outer field of vision registering Cami as she draws closer. It doesn’t matter if Cami is fast, she’s not as fast as her, it’s always been her claim to fame, she’s the fastest on the team, fastest in the wilderness and here on open terrain? Easy as pie, the pie she's going to devour when they get back.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Cami yells, eyes wide with surprise still at least ten feet from the stump as Natalie swoops in and grabs the egg, pivoting and running back into the trees a few feet from where she exited.

Travis is already waiting, and he holds out the basket. She drops the egg in, and they keep moving, stalking through the trees as he counts the eggs in their basket. “We just need two more.”

The last egg is up in a tree and Natalie holds the basket while Travis pulls himself up, scaling the branches with ease.

“What’s in these anyways?” She asks, shaking one of the eggs.

“Jellybeans, other types of candies, maybe coins or cash?” He answers, dropping down beside her, brows furrowed like he can’t understand why she’s asking that question. “Like every Easter egg is, for probably as long as it’s been a commercial holiday?”

She can’t remember the last time her family celebrated Easter, but she’s pretty sure whenever they did the eggs were empty. Her face burns, and she looks at the snow dusted dirt, handing him the basket back. “Oh, I thought that was just in movies or whatever.”

“Don’t let my Abuela hear that, or you’re going to have to do the kids’ egg hunt too.” He laughs, holding their final egg up to the light. “Yeah, this one has jellybeans in it.”

She presses her lips together, feeling stupid for feeling embarrassed, but she can’t help it. Sometimes she can forget that Travis had such a different, better childhood than her. But then there’s times like this, and it's so blatantly obvious she feels like there’s a neon sign on her forehead blinking poor and parents didn’t care. “Can I have some?”

He gives her a look, soft and tender, noticing her curling in on herself because damnit she can never actually hide from him, and pops it open, showing her the brightly colored candy inside. “Yeah, Nat, of course. Have them all.”

She tries them individually then all at once, the saccharine sweetness of them making her teeth hurt.

“Are they any good?” He asks, popping a few in his mouth from a different egg.

“They’re really sweet.” She says, her nose crinkling involuntarily.

“That’s the issue with them, can’t have too many in one sitting. Oh, this one has chocolate in it. Want a kiss?” He offers her a Hersey kiss wrapped in pink foil.

She knows he means the chocolate, obviously, but she takes the opportunity anyways, grabs the front of his jacket, and kisses him.

His arms go around her, the basket thudding into the snow, as he pulls her closer, his lips parting beneath hers, the taste of jellybeans on their tongues. He backs up until she has him pressed against the tree, his hands burning through her clothing as his fingers take root in the back of her jacket.

“Can I have another?” She asks when they part for air, her lipgloss smeared on his lips.

“Yes, fuck yes.” He tangles his fingers in her hair, bringing them back together his lips warm against hers, heat radiating throughout her body.

“You’re so sweet.” She says, hands inching up, seeking the warmth of his skin.

“It’s the jellybeans.”

She pulls back to look at him, fingers interlocking at the nape of his neck. “No, it’s just you, Travis. You’re sweet, you’re always so sweet to me.”

He blushes, blushes, and it makes her almost giddy. “Nat…come on, how can I not be sweet to you? You’re my girl.”

Now it’s her turn to blush. “Shut up.”

His hands settle at her hips, still warm like a radiator. “I mean, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is, don’t be stupid.” She says, undercutting any potential harshness in her tone—because she knows she can sound harsh even when she doesn’t mean it—with a featherlight kiss to the corner of his lips.

He smiles and leans his head back against the tree, just basking in it all they way she does when she wakes up and his arm is still slung over her waist. She takes the opportunity to press her lips to his pulse point, trailing down slowly, biting back a smile when his grip on her hips tightens, and his breath catches. “N-Nat.”

She hums in response, trailing back up, careful not to leave any marks until she reaches his lips, looking up at him through her lashes, sliding one hand from his neck to cup his cheek. “Yes?”

“That’s so unfair, you can’t just look at me like that.” He groans even as he smiles down at her.

She bats her eyelashes the way Jackie taught her to years ago when they were both drunk at some lame party. “Like what, Trav?”

“You know.” He says, using his strength to flip them, his hand cradling her head, his lips ghosting over hers as he gives her a look that is definitely inappropriate for a Sunday morning at his grandparents’ place.

She’s always thought his eyes were beautiful, ever shifting shades of brown from the intoxicating hues of sunlight whisky to the depths of fresh soil primed and tiled in order for new life to grow. They’re what caught her attention when they first met and ever since then she’s been ensnared by them, fascinated by the spark within them, embers flickering like a low burn in a fire pit, or fireflies in summer skies.

She tilts her head, brushing her thumb over his lips. “Do I?”

He chuckles breathily, burying his fingers in her hair then crashes his lips to hers, body pressing hers further into the tree trunk, devouring her, heated lips and sugar sweet tongue taking her under.

She clings to his jacket, hand on his cheek going to his hair, a quiet sigh escaping her when he attaches his lips to her throat, pressing searing kisses to the sensitive skin. “Trav-Travis be careful, you can’t leave a mark, they’ll see.”

He flashes her a smile that makes her knees weak, as he unzips her jacket revealing the slightly low-cut blouse she wore underneath before he tugs it down further.  “Guess I just have to go lower then.”

Her breath hitches, when he dips his head, the ends of his hair ticking her skin, and she bites her bottom lip. “You’re lucky, you’re cute.”

He nips at the exposed flesh in lieu of a response, and she bites harder on her lip trying to stay quiet, her grip on his hair tightening. Excitement flares through her as he mouths at the skin, the cool air in direct contrast to the heat of his lips, the sting of his teeth. She probably should tell him hickeys don’t require teeth, but she learned long ago they both like it better this way.

“You’re so pretty, Nat, and so soft.” He says, kissing his way back up to the hollow of her throat. “And you smell nice, too.”

He sucks at the spot where her neck and clavicle meet, and her words come out breathless. “Thanks, new perfume.”

“Keep using it.”

“Okay.”

His hand skates up her side, and he smiles, she loves it when he smiles. “Thanks for coming to this with me.”

She’s got a bit of whiplash from the subject change, but she tries to clear her head, blinking a few times. “Yeah, of course.”

He kisses her again, slowly, deeply, sweetly, holding her like she’s made of glass, and she wants more, nipping at his bottom lip to covey her silent need.

A twig snaps a few feet to their right, and they freeze, senses on high alert. After a few seconds when there’s no other disturbances, they break apart, Travis grabbing the basket, Natalie leading the way as she readjusts her clothing, zipping her jacket back up.

They reemerge at the starting line, holding hands, and Mara smiles when she sees them. “Looks like we have our winners.”

“Travis told me there’s a pie we get first crack at?”

Mara takes the basket from Travis. “Yes, you’ll have to wait until everyone is back, though.”

Daniel, Travis’ granddad, leads them inside, seating them on one of the couches in front of the fireplace. He’s a quiet man but kind, he and Travis have the same nose.

Simon and Cami come in a bit later, the others trailing behind them, and Cami’s eyes narrow when she sees Natalie. “Natalie, what is Reyna feeding you? You were like a speed demon or something.”

“She was a star soccer player, Camilla.” Mara reminds her, unveiling the pie Natalie has been waiting for since she snatched up the bonus egg.

Cami shakes her head but laughs. “Fair, fair, but next year we’re going to beat you two.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Travis says, slinging an arm over Natalie’s shoulders. “Nat and I are the dream team.”

Marco ruffles Travis’ hair as he passes by to warm his hands by the fire. “Look at our little Travilito, all this confidence now that he’s got himself a girlfriend.”

Travis pushes his hands away. “Screw off.”

Natalie stifles a snicker, sliding from beneath Travis’ arm to take a plate from Mara mouthwatering as she digs her fork into the chocolate pie, a dollop of whip cream near the crust. It’s delicious, melting on her tongue, rich and sweet. Yeah, she’d be down to do this again next year.

[quaranmine]

Who are the jet lag boys?

Hi anon! I am SO glad you asked :))))

The Jet Lag boys are the main creators associated with the YouTube/Nebula show Jet Lag: The Game. This is channel I first started watching about two years ago, but started to get much more into in the past few months. The concept of Jet Lag is that it's a public transport-focused travel show based around playing games on large geographic scales. Some of the seasons include car travel, but not most of them. For example, one of their more iconic series, and the one I discovered them by, is their tag series. (A good place to start watching, too.) So the concept of tag across Europe is that the runner is given a head start to hop on a train going anywhere towards their set end location, and the others have to find a way to chase and intercept them. The runner has a tracker on them, but ones tagging them do not, so the runner never knows how long they have until they're caught. Along the way, there's normally challenges or curses that force them to do silly stuff to keep going :)

Another recent series was hide and seek in Japan--the hider would get a head start to hide anywhere in the country they could reach in a given amount of time, and the seekers have to use questions to narrow it down to find them. They have a lot of different styles of games they've tried out though, and the game designs are very unique and well-thought out.

You'll like it if you: are really into trains, enjoy the process of travel just as much or more than the destination, enjoy seeing completely random parts of the world, enjoy watching grown men complete silly challenges, and like light-hearted entertainment that still hooks you in with its stakes.

As for the boys themselves,

Sam Denby is owner of the channel Wendover Productions, which includes Jet Lag and Half As Interesting. He's in every season.

The other two core members are Ben Doyle and Adam Chase, also in every season. They're also writers for Wendover and Half As Interesting, and do a lot of the game design and editing for the series. (Also who I'm normally rooting for to win--sorry Sam!!)

They also frequently do seasons with guests--the last few guests have been Tom Scott, Michelle Khare, and Toby Hendy :)

Y'all should all totally watch it, it's so much fun!

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Lost In Translation | Pt1

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The JYPE cafeteria was buzzing with the usual midday rush. Groups of idols from various departments mingled, chatting and laughing, their voices creating a lively hum that filled the room.

You, soon to be known to the public as Dulce, walked into in the midst of this lively atmosphere with your soon to debut group, Sol y Sombra.

There was only four of you, two guys and two girls, which made you slightly uneasy; as you guys would be setting a new precedent in the company as not only a co-ed group; but as a completely foreign group; and as JYPE's first fully Latin American group.

What had started out with the intent to make a fully Latin girl group had become a co-ed venture. One that the company hoped would gain a lot of attention and positive traction; and based on the reaction during and even after the survival show- it was.

As you walked in beside your group members the conversations nearest to you died down slightly.

You looked up at your older members, but they continued to chat animatedly, not noticing the quieted conversations or the wide-eyed lingering stares.

You figured if your members weren't bothered, you wouldn't be either.

The array of colors from the different foods to the colors of the walls and clothes made it feel like a vibrant kaleidoscope of activity. And for a second it reminded you of home.

Your leader - Marz - led you to a long table by a window; where the sun was beating down the brightest. You watched as the other girl in the group, Vega, who you had already latched on to and deemed your older sister - (to which she gladly held that title) - sat down next to him and smiled outside at the sun.

"Mm. I miss the sun." She murmured her eyes shut, and her glossed lips upturned. "I miss the beach too."

"There are beaches here, no?" The last member, Jax, your lead dancer asked as he sat down next to you, slinging his arm over your chair lazily as he bit into an apple with a slight face at the sourness.

"Si, pero no es el mismo." She quipped sticking her tongue out. (Yes, but it's not the same)

The conversation soon switched to Vega was animatedly discussing the latest drama series she’d been watching while Marz chimed in with his own thoughts on the plot twists.

"I wasn't expecting him to wake up from the coma. I was sad when it first happened, pero, then I was like 'esto está bien'! Like she could end up with that other guy, pero, then he woke up and didn't remember shit, yet she still was like 'oh I love you'." Vega angrily stabbed a piece of sald onto her fork. "I was rooting for the other guy! And this all happened in the first three episodes! There are thirteen left what am I supposed to expect!"

"Expect her to end up with the first male lead after four miscommunications, seven almost confessions, three breakups, and like two or more almost near-death experiences, one revealing of some like conglomerate royalty and some salty bitch who is in it to ruin everything. If you're lucky maybe you got one of the dramas with like a time rewind." Marz said as he shoved an entire sandwich into his mouth. "K-Dramas are all like that. Kinda like Telenovelas, but not-" He said around his mouth full of food.

"Oye, estamos bajo la mirada pública, no seas un cerdo." You watched (aye, we're under the public gaze, don't be a pig.) as Marz slunk away from the older girl's slap.

"No uses, Vega, él nació y creció siendo uno." You commented. (No use Vega, he was born and raised one)

Marz pouted and stole a piece of melon off your plate. "Oye, soy tu superior, ¿no deberías darme un poco de respeto?" (Hey, I'm your senior shouldn't you give me a little respect?)

You giggled as he stole another piece of melon off your plate and popped it into your mouth.

"Hey!" You said reaching over the table to steal something off of his plate.

That started a small food war between you and Marz, with Vega trying to calm you guys down due to the increase of onlookers, and Jax just sat back and picked off of your plate as well, stealing the bottle of Tajin you had snuck in from your pocket and using it to sprinkle it across the fruit array.

You didn't notice the plethora of eyes on you guys, as Vega conceded and started join in on the fun.

A pair of narrow fox like eyes narrowed in one your group, then trailed towards the reddish sprinkles he had witnessed one of the guys sprinkle on his fruits like some sort of drug.

By the time you sat down, and the conversation ebbed back to something calmer, you felt the stare.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy standing by the entrance of the cafeteria, where your table was somewhat close to, his gaze fixed on you guys. He looked a bit unsure, shifting from foot to foot as he watched you and your group. You could tell he was intrigued, possibly even a little intimidated by the vibrant energy and the rapid switch between languages.

You recognized him as the maknae of Stray Kids, Yang Jeongin.

You're cheeks flamed and you turned towards your friends.

"¿Qué pasa? You look feverish." Marz said, a hint of concern coating his voice. He was almost five years older than you, and even though he teased you he loved and cared for you deeply as if you were his biological little sister.

Vega's eyes widened and turned to you and Jax placed the back of his hand on your forehead then cheeks.

"I'm not sick!" You whined pulling away from him. "It's just that the Yang Jeongin- like from my absolute favorite group every was looking over here."

"That's incorrect he is actually walking over here-"

"¿¡QUÉ?!?!" You squealed and turned around just to be met with a sheepish smile.

Jeongin took a step closer but hesitated, not sure if your guys cultural norms were extremley different; he didn't want to do anything to offend you. You noticed his uncertainty and gave a friendly wave.

“¡Hola, Jeongin! ¿Te gustaría venir a sentarte con nosotros?”

Jax pinched your side, subtly warning you about the way you addressed your superiors.

"I don't think you're supposed to use first names, idiot". He whispered under his breath.

"It's not like he understood." You whispered back.

Jeongin blinked, momentarily caught off guard. And not understanding any of what you had just said.

"She's asking if you'd like to sit with us." Marz corrected, giving a friendly head nod.

As Jeongin made his way over, he couldn’t help but glance around, noting how the members of your group interacted. Vega, Marz, and Jax were all welcoming, but there was an evident shift in the atmosphere when Jeongin approached. The chatter dipped slightly, and you could sense the curiosity and the subtle tension in the air.

But you all seemed extremely friendly, inviting and warm, nonetheless.

He bowed slightly, as you got up and pulled out the chair next to you.

“¡Claro!” you exclaimed with a bright smile. “¡Ven, siéntate!”

Jeongin took the seat trying to appear casual despite his evident nervousness.

"U-Um, h-hi! I'm I.N... or uh...me-me lla...llam..."

"Me llamo?" Jax asked with a bored expression.

"Uh, we speak English, if that helps!" Vega said warmly, shooting a eyes and lip look at Jax which instantly made him fix his face.

“Oh, um, if it’s okay…” He said shyly. He then continued. “I saw you guys when I walked in...and I don't know if it's rude in your culture but I thought I would come say hello and welcome.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

You shook your head. "No! It's not rude at all! We love meeting new people! Especially people who we will be seeing around, pero, I didn't expect the first person I met at JYP to be you! Es literalmente un sueño hecho realidad. My heart nearly stopped cuando te vi por primera vez pero dios mio in person you're..." You shook your head. "Incredible!"

Jeongin's eyes were wide, but he was smiling. "You switch between languages so quickly, haha." He said gesturing his hands slightly. "I don't know if I could do the same, haha."

"It's not that hard, especially when you've grown up speaking both, preo, it's probably going to be difficult to learn Korean. Vega wants us all to learn even though we don't have to."

Marz tilted his head. "It's beneficial, tonta." You stuck your tongue out.

"Yeah, well it's still hard."

"Just like me-"

"Aye, Jax, para, para." Vega said cutting him off. She turned to Jeongin. "Lo sient- Sorry. They're all kids." She said through her teeth. "But it really is a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure you're aware of the impact your group has on trainees and the like." Her words came out extremley fast, to anyone who wasn't used to a rapid manner of speech; it would almost seem as if she was saying gibberish.

Jeongin smiled and laughed nervously, taking a minute to process. "Ah, yeah yeah!" He said giving two thumbs up. "Yes, yes, Chan-Hyung loves Spanish!"

You smiled, appreciating his attempt to connect. “Sí, Chan siempre ha estado interesado en la cultura española. Es un gran admirador.” (Yes, Chan has always been interested in Spanish culture. He’s a big fan.) You clapped once excitedly. "Maybe we can do a collab one day!" You smiled again, and Jeongin felt a warmth rise in his chest and couldn't help but smile back.

She's like Felix-hyung. Pure sunshine-

Marz reached to grab another piece of fruit off your plate and you quickly slapped his hand, uttering a stream of sharp and grumpy sounding words that Jeongin didn't grasp in the slightest bit.

Ah. Feisty like Seungmin-Hyung as well.

Jax, who had been quietly observing, leaned in slightly. “We’re pretty used to switching between languages; and it's not that we intend to leave people out it's just habitual for us- so don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything translated.” He said gripping and leaning around your chair to Jeongin.

Jeongin chuckled awkwardly. “Thanks. I don’t know much Spanish, so that would be really helpful. By the way, what are your names. And positions?”

Marz spoke up first. "I'm Matthew Hernandez, but my stage name is Marz. I'm the leader of Sol y Sombra." Jeongin's eyebrows raised out how fluidly the accented words flew off of his tongue. "I am also the main rapper."

"I'm Annaliz Vega. But I just go by Vega. I'm the visual and main vocalist, and Mom of the group." She gave a dazzling smile and waved happily.

"Jackson Ximenez. Or Jax. Main dancer and Sub-vocalist."

Jeongin's eyes light up. "Ah, vocals?"

Jax nods. "Yeah, I can rap but this one right here is better." He flicked your head and you questioned him with a look.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Sí, pero, you didn't need to flick my head." You turned back to the Stray Kids maknae. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, but you'll probably just hear me called Dulce. Which is candy, or sweet, depends on dialect." You rambled. "But I'm the lead rapper and maknae." You smiled putting up a finger. "But I'm feisty so, don't let my name fool you completely- ¡Aye! ¡Jackson Joaquin Garcia Ximenez e juro por Jesús, María y José que si no dejas de pincharme, te voy a reordenar los dedos en una obra de arte moderno!" (Hey! Jackson Joaquin Garcia Ximeneze I swear to Jesus, Mary and Joseph if you do not stop poking me I'll rearrange your fingers into a work of modern art!)

Jeongin laughed and then spoke. “Yeah, I’m the youngest in our group too,” Jeongin said, his voice lightening with the shared experience.

You nodded as you turned back to your plate of fruit, frowning when you realized it was almost gone, but hadn't noticed Marz had slipped away to grab you some more, placing it down in front of you with a light head pat.

"Comer." He said, as you were already sprinkling Tajin all over it.

"It’s interesting, though. We usually hear a lot about other groups, but not so much about you guys. It’s a bit intimidating now." He let out another nervous chuckle.

You tilted your head, curious. "Intimidating?" You forked a piece of fruit into your mouth and looked at him as you chewed.

His eyes trailed down to the fruit.

What is that...it looks good...is it rude if I ask for some?

He scratched his head, trying to find the right words and rid the thought of asking a stranger to try some of their food. "Well, yeah. You guys are very beautiful people, and it’s… it’s kind of intimidating because you’re so different from what we’re used to seeing." He paused and then got flustered. "I don't mean that in a mean way- it's just different! We don't get many foreigners here. Now that sounds bad- again you guys don't look weird you're just very different from what we are used to! It's nice though! You are all very very pretty!" He laughed nervously and mumbled what you figured was a curse in Korean.

He was kind of cute when he was embarrassed.

"It's okay you don't have to apologize." Vega assured. "We know what you mean. And there isn't anything wrong! It's made sense even though it's hard to translate that into words pero you did a great job!"

Jeongin shook his head. "Sorry, it came out weird. It's just cool to meet new people we may get to work with and become friends with. I'm sure my other members want to meet you as well! To be honest, I came to the cafeteria cause I heard Channie-Hyung say the new group was here. Some of our songs have a little Spanish in them, but he wanted to wait and ask if maybe you guys would work with us in the future. But he got busy so I thought I'd spy."

You guys all laughed, his face growing more red. "But now I sound stupid. And I'm still intimidated."

Marz laughed softly, breaking the ice. "Oh, don’t worry, Jeongin." We’re really friendly once you get to know us. He paused. "Although, we aren't very in tune with honorifics...is there something we should be calling you?"

He shook his head. "No, no, I think you might be older than me so I should be showing you respect. Not that I'm calling you old- I mean I just figure you seem older than me but not by a lot maybe a year or two-"

"I'm 25, so yes. You're okay though no pressure."

Jeongin nodded, though he still looked slightly unsure. “I hope so. I didn’t mean to make it sound like…”

"No offense taken!" you interjected, your tone warm and reassuring. "We know it’s a bit of a cultural shift for both parties. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Jax, sensing Jeongin’s discomfort, gave him a friendly smile. "You’re doing great. Just relax, and we’ll all get along just fine, Nerviosito."

Jeongin tilted his head.

"Yay! You got your nickname!" You giggled, turning back to your snack. "It's because you've been getting flustered and are a nervous wreck. We tend to give nicknames like that. But it's okay because it is all in endearment." You said holding your hand over your heart like it was an oath.

Jeongin nodded, and as you had subtly noticed before, his gaze had drifted towards the sprinkled fruit.

You giggled. "Would you like to try some? You've been eyeing it, pero, you never asked so I didn't know if it was in distaste or curiosity."

"What is it?"

"Tajin." You said pushing the plate towards him and nodding at him encouragingly. He hesistated but then grabbed a piece, and popping the entire thing in his mouth. He chewed for a second and his eyes widened and he chewed faster, already reaching for another.

"Es bueno, ¿verdad?" You chuckled. Jeongin understood the word bueno and nodded happily.

The conversation shifted to more simple territory as you and Jeongin and your group members started discussing common interests. Jeongin mentioned how he was fascinated by different cultures and how he enjoyed learning new things from his international colleagues, and was exited to see more joining. You all shared some anecdotes about life in back at your homes and how it contrasted with your new experiences in Korea.

Throughout the conversation, you couldn’t help but notice the way Jeongin’s awkwardness gradually melted away. He was genuinely interested and made an effort to engage with each of you. It was clear that he was trying his best to navigate this new environment, and his sincerity was endearing, and you hoped this was the start of an amazing friendship.

As the meal progressed, you continued to switch between English and Spanish, with Jeongin listening intently, and Jax providing translation when you didn't catch yourself switching and failed to translate. Vega and Marz kept the conversation lively, occasionally throwing in their own comments in Spanish, which you would then translate for Jeongin if Jax didn't beat you to it.

Towards the end of the break, Jeongin seemed much more at ease. He had become more engaged in the conversation and even started to make jokes, his initial awkwardness replaced by a genuine interest and enjoyment of the company. You could tell that he had begun to see past the initial intimidation and was starting to appreciate the unique dynamics of your group, and was even talking to you as if you had known each other for longer than an hour.

"At this rate you guys are gonna be the most loved friendship in the industry." Vega joked as she started to rid up her plate.

"MaknaeS on top." Jeongin said, causing everyone to break out into laughter.

"Ah, Jeongin-Ah we were looking all over for you." You look up to see Bangchan standing behind Jeongin. He then noticed just with who Jeongin was sitting and conversing with.

"Oh, oh! Hola!" Chan said bowing slightly. "Um, me llamo es Chris-"

"Hyung, they speak English." Jeongin said with the bored expression he had already mastered from Jax, slinging his arm over your chair now that Jax's vacated it.

"Oh, well. Hello, I'm Chris. Or Chan. Or Bangchan." He "hehe"ed and squeezed I.N.'s shoulders lovingly. "Its an absolute pleasure to meet you."

Marz stood up and held his hand out to shake. "The pleasure is ours." They shook their hands firmly.

"So, I see Innie has made some new friends then."

You all nodded. And Jeongin introduced everyone.

"That's Marz. Their leader and main rapper. Vega, visual and vocalist. Jax, main dancer and sub-vocalist, and Dulce the maknae-" You gave each toher a fist bump and salute, Chan chuckling at the secret handshake and friendship you guys had formed so quickly. "And the lead rapper."

Chan's eyebrows raised. "I'd love to hear you rap sometime! It would be so cool if we could have a collab and like a rap verse in Spanish-"

"CHAN-HYUNG!" A loud booming voice was heard, and you turned to see another member of Stray Kids making their way towards his leader. "Seungmin and Felix blew a fuse during their cooking live and now theres a mess because the blender-" He stopped when he noticed it wasn't just him and Chan and Jeongin.

You smiled and waved, and Changbin felt his heart thump wildly at the moment.

He looked around the table to all the ranges of smiles, more closed lipped smiles from Jax and Marz, and wide ones from you and Vega.

His eyes made there way back to you though, the one he had saw first.

She's beautiful...

Chan sighed. "Next time, can you or Minho supervise them during their cooking. I don't trust Hyunjin or Jisung, I feel like for some reason that would be even worse than just leaving Lix and Seungmin alone together." He nodded his head at your group. "Sorry for the early exit, it was lovely meeting you. I do hope you'll come stop by so we can talk more?" He inquired.

Marz nodded. "Yeah, most defintley. We'll be dropping our official debut soon, so it'd be nice to have some Tiktok or Instagram collaborations if it's alright with you and your members."

Chan nodded. "For sure, if your group is anything like what the survival show was like, or what has been going around the company you'll be having people queued up for collabs. Just as long as we're first." He hehe'ed again. "I'm sure Minho is itchy for some more dance inspiration and all the Latin types of dance are beautiful."

Jeongin got up reluctanlty but handed you his phone. "Your number."

"Oh, for sure!" You typed in your number and handed it back to Jeongin; he quickly changed your contact name.

Favorite Maknae 😤🌮❣️

You laughed a breathy laugh. "Gracias, Nerviosito. Tu es mi favorita maknae tambien." (Thank you, [little nervous one]. You are my favorite maknae too.)

Changbin watched quietly, zoning in on the sound of your light laughter. He could already tell that was only one of the laughs your body held, and felt the desire to know what all the other ones sounded like as well.

She's...different. There is something different about her.

Marz sighed and stood up. "C'mon we gotta go into another meeting," he said grabbing your trash and waving bye to Chan, Changbin and Jeongin as you guys started to walk away.

"Otra vez, this is so stupid." You whined, as Marzpushed your head lightly, causing Vega to scold him for "touching her precious baby", and Jax to say something to Vega about you being a literal troll.

Chan, Jeongin and Changbin headed back to where they were working for the day.

"Are those the new trainees?" Changbin inquired, keeping his voice even.

Bangchan nodded. "Yes, I'm surprised they're only just now moving into the company training areas though. I would have figured they'd allow them to meet everyone soon after the surival show while they were training further for debut. But according the management they're set to debut within less than a month, they're pretty talented and I'm guessing the company doesn't want to waste anytime and want to start profiting as soon as possible."

Jeongin nodded. "They showed me their training videos in the studios they were working at. They're really good. But Dulce told me that they were training somewhere else due to language barriers as well. Or at least thats what they were told. I don't know JYP is weird- Dulce thinks he's weird too. She'll get along with Seungmin-Hyung. I mean she even said she aspires to be that blatant with her distaste as Seungmin. Dulce is really funny."

Changbin spoke up. "Dulce?" It felt kind of funny for him to say that.

"Ah. We forgot to do introductions. Sorry, Changbin I got distracted with the blender situation."

"Dulce is the maknae! She was the pretty one-well..."

"They're all pretty, Innie." Chan stated.

"Um...she was the one in white. Sitting next to me."

Changbin made a noncomittal sound of acknowledgement.

Pretty is an understatement... He thought to himself.

"When we get back and clean up I'll ask the guys if they want to work on a few collabs. There is four of them so we could do groups of three, two of us to one of them." Chan nodded in thought. "And then I'll meet up with you and Jisung later becuase I already have some ideas running through my mind about a song collaboration." He aimed towards the other 3Racha member.

"Dulce is a rapper too! So maybe you and her could rap or something!" Jeongin said enthusiastically. "She's super cool I bet you'll love her!"

Changbin hmmed as they opened the door into the studio.

She sounds cool...

"Ah, Felix, Sungmin." Chan groaned, a bright purple liquid sprayed across the walls and over the younger members.

"How the hell does this even happen?"

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