#kun hard stan hours

[zierose-freak]

ABOUT ME !!

MY NAME IS FELIX

I’m 19yo, my bday is sept 2nd !!

Im trans masc and i go by he/him, im also a femboy but like.. nonsexually Yk? I’m also bi (I have a gf)

I’m a multistan but I only stan bgs and will only write for bgs/groups I stan

I stan ATEEZ, my bias is yeosang and my bw is seonghwa, SEVENTEEN, I’m ot13, ENHYPEN, my bias is Jake and sunoo and my bw is ni-ki, TXT, my bias is heuningkai and taehyun, bw is beomgyu, P1HARMONY, my 2nd ult bias is Jongseob, my bw is soul, XIKERS, my biases are hunter and seeun, bw is minjae and sumin, XDINARY HEROES, my bias is junhan and my bw is gunil, 82major, my bias is dogyun and my bw is seongmo, NCT127, my no1 ult is haechan, my bw is taeyong, NCTDREAM, no1 ult is haechan and bw is jisung, WAYV, my biases are ten and Kun and my bw is Hendery

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[kunstellation-one]

rendezvous - qian kun (m.)

• synopsis: this is my legitimate reaction after/during the Love Talk mv, like, this is what was going on in my brain. the sort of thing i was imagining. WayV really... released this... in English... with those lyrics...

• warning[s]: smut [dd/bg, orgasm denial, etc] below.  it’s under the read more, read at your own pleasure? idk

• word count: 2.3k

There’s something strangely attractive about the way Kun drags the chair across the hotel room, to the side of the bed where you sit, determined not to look up and meet his eyes. He sets it down adjacent to the bed and leans one arm over the side and sighs.

Other than that, though, he doesn’t say anything, and you can only feel the heat of his gaze running along the curves of your body. Even like this, you want his hands on you instead, ache for his touch like it’s the only thing that can warm your skin.

You know better than to talk out of turn, though. Not when he’s mad, and especially not when you’re the one that’s pissed him off.

It feels like hours before Kun finally speaks. “Baby...”

The cold, sharp growl in his voice makes you gasp a little, and you almost recoil. Almost. But no, you sit there prim and straight-backed and patient, because you have to be a good girl, if there’s any chance of him touching you at all tonight.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” he continues, and you sneak a peek at him as the chair creaks. He’s staring at you, dark eyes burning, mouth set in a hard line, and you know you should be afraid, even a little ashamed of yourself, but all you can think of is how deliciously pure he looks in all white, though you know better. “I don’t want you showing up to the company, ever.”

“But...”

“Don’t argue with me.” He exhales slowly, massaging his temples, and his voice softens, and for a moment, there’s a glimpse of the regular Kun, the one that wakes you up in the morning with a gentle kiss to your forehead and breakfast in bed. “I don’t want anyone seeing you, my love. You know how the fans can be.”

Under your breath, you murmur, “I just wanted to see you, daddy.”

The magic word has never failed you before, but at the sound, he falls silent for so long that you think, maybe, this is the one time it has.

Then he says firmly, “Come here.”

You don’t need further prompting. 

When you’ve settled yourself in his arms atop his thighs, bracing your hands on his shoulder, is when he finally touches you, one hand reaching up to caress your face as the other holds you steady. A smile lights up his features, dimpling his cheeks, and you sigh into his touch. “I love you, you know that?” he murmurs.

You kiss his palm. “I love you too.”

His expression shifts when your lips touch his skin, flashes from affectionate to something else, something darker. “But don’t come by the company building, okay? Or I’ll punish you, and not nicely.”

“Okay.”

He sucks in a breath. “Okay, what?”

You grin, and he laughs, but his hands tighten on your waist, reminding you that he really does mean business.

“Okay, daddy.”

“That’s my babygirl,” he whispers, reaching up to kiss you. And when your lips meet, it’s gentle, loving, a rush of warmth. 

At least, just for a few blissful moments, the two of you revel in it. 

That changes when you shift your weight a little to slide forward in his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he chuckles. “I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you say, raising a brow as your hips press against his and you feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock against your thighs. 

Kun groans as you cup his face in your hands and continue to press kisses to every inch of his face and neck and whatever exposed skin you can capture. When your mouth descends to his hand and you kiss the calluses of his fingers, he sighs. 

When you bite down gently on the thumb that caresses your bottom lip, he lets out a half-strangled noise-- and that’s when he snaps.

“Stop,” he commands, gripping your jaw in one hand, just tight enough to keep you there, not to hurt you. 

You freeze.

“Did you really think I was going to let you have your fun after what happened today?” he asks. You are still so close to him that you feel his lips barely brush yours with every word he speaks, and you whine, but he shakes his head. “We’ve had this talk before, my love.”

He meets your eye before he does anything, just checking in, like he always does. Asking if it’s okay to continue.

“I consent,” you say, and he smiles.

Then the smile drops away, replaced by the intense stare of a man whose only intent is to teach you a lesson. You shiver in anticipation as his hand slips under your skirt and trails up your thigh to grip it and tug you even closer to him. Just this simple motion has your pulse speeding.

“Good things--”

Slowly, his hand moves to part your thighs, and you hold your breath.

“--don’t--”

His lips brush yours again, and he’s smiling so brightly, it’s as if he’s not doing anything that would be unbecoming if someone walked in the door.

“--come easy.”

And just like you’d known he would, his fingers slide between the lips of your pussy and into you.

You squeak at the sudden feeling of being filled, surging forward to rest your forehead against his. “Daddy--”

“Shh.” He leans in and crushes his mouth against yours to shut you up, keeping his fingers buried inside you. It’s messy, his tongue laving against yours, biting, sucking, but it distracts you just long enough, because when he curls his fingers against your walls you whine again, grinding your hips against his hand. 

That makes him pull back momentarily. “You make such pretty sounds, princess, but keep it down. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you gasp. 

Kun’s fingers withdraw, leaving an aching emptiness behind. Before you can complain, though, he slams back into you, and you muffle the cry that forms in your throat by burying your face in his neck. Then his thumb begins to rubs circles into your clit, and you melt into him with a shuddering sigh as his fingers move inside you, making lewd, wet noises.

He does this again, and again, and again, all the while using his mouth to keep you quiet. 

Not once does he quicken his pace, bringing you to a high point, your chest rising and falling rapidly, but never over the edge. Unconsciously, your hips buck against his hand, but he grips your waist tight when he notices, and denies you that too.

“Uh-uh, my love. Sit still.”

Only when you’re a whimpering, breathless mess, eyes watering with the denial of more, dripping with arousal, does he relent.

“Please,” you implore him, a single tear dripping down the side of your face. It’s all too much, even when it isn’t enough.

When he sees that, he knows you’ve learned your lesson.

“Babygirl,” Kun coos, pressing a kiss to your nose and holding you close. “Don’t worry, I’m done teasing you.”

Tenderly, he lifts you up from his lap, making sure your legs are wrapped securely around his waist, and lays you on the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as he drags his shirt off of his head and tosses it aside.

He flashes you the dimpled smile you love so much.

Then he kisses your tummy, making you giggle, and takes his time leaving a trail of soft kisses all the way down to your thighs-- and then he looks up at you.

“Daddy--”

“I’m getting there, babygirl.” He laughs at your impatience, and then you arch your back and cry out as he licks your clit, swirls a figure eight around the sensitive nub, and then dips into your folds again. His fingers fill you again-- one, two, and then a third, which has you writhing in the sheets.

“Kun--!” you moan, reaching down to touch him, feel his head bobbing in your hand. “I--”

He doesn’t stop this time, doesn’t let you come down from the high. When his fingers aren’t in you, his tongue takes their place, dipping deftly into your heat and then returning to your clit. Your hips pick up a rhythm against his mouth, and you teeter on the edge of orgasm, that feeling inside of you, that tightness, threatening to take you over.

“Cum for me, baby.”

With one last swirl of your clit, you cum, hips trembling as you ride out the euphoria of your orgasm, heat washing over you in waves as you cry out, nonsense noises, some of them his name, some of them soft little calls of “daddy!”... and the little aftershocks have you whimpering in sensitivity, the involuntary clenching of your pussy leaving you shivering.

Before you can even recover properly, though, you’re already reaching for him, for the zipper of his jeans, and the swell of his cock beneath his boxers.

“I wanna feel you inside me,” you beg him, tugging out his thick length out, running a thumb over the bead of moisture at the tip. He inhales sharply at the sensation.

“Condom,” he reminds you with a laugh, reaching for his wallet at the bedside and unfolding it to pull out the foil and roll it on. 

When he slides into you, stretches you, it makes you squeal in delight. Just like before, he silences you with a kiss, tossing the rest of his clothes-- and yours-- off of the bed.

He sinks into you until your hips are touching, till he is as deep inside of you as he can go, and groans, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. “Your pussy feels so good.”

Addled by the orgasm, and by the feel of him filling you up, you say the first thing that comes to mind. “Fuck me, daddy.” 

He hums. “Tell me how you like it, babygirl.”

“I want it rough, daddy.” Your toes curl, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Anything to make my babygirl feel good.” Kun seals your request with a kiss, and then he pulls back and thrusts deeply into you.

Your fingers dig into his back, and he sighs, pleased by your reaction, dropping his head to your breasts to give them some attention to, licking over your erect nipples and sucking on one just hard enough to draw a long, languid moan from you, one that dips and rises as he fucks you hard and fast.

He doesn’t leave any inch of your body untouched, any part of you unexplored. His mouth nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, in the cleavage of your breasts, the spot where your jaw meets your ear, and a thousand other places. It’s like basking in the sunlight of a summer day, being showered with his kisses like this, except that he’s also rocking his body into yours, and the both of you are drenched in sweat.

You love this. That you can be ruined like this by him, panting, crying, moaning. That he looks absolutely undone at the sight of you, his moans echoing yours as his pace increases and the bed is creaking with each thrust.

“This isn’t quiet,” you point out, kissing his cheek and reaching down between your two bodies to run a finger over your clit. He doesn’t let you, does it for you, and groans in appreciation as you whine for him.

“Do you really want me to stop and slow down?” Kun chuckles.

“Ah!” you gasp as a particularly hard thrust pushes you deeper into the pillows, and you feel the head of his cock hit somewhere it hadn’t been before. “No, keep going--”

“You feel like heaven, baby,” he admits, quickening his movements on your clit. You feel it coming, too, the tension growing in your body, a string about to be cut, and you grind your hips into his, matching his tempo, your keening whines urging him on, his low growl urging you on. “I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

He lifts you up so you are bouncing on his dick, the other arm wrapped around you to keep you steady. He whispers, giving your clit one last swirl, “That’s it, baby. Beautiful. Cum for me again.”

Your body obeys him, eyes rolling back in your head as the ecstasy rolls over you, hot and all-consuming, your body shaking with the sheer intensity of this orgasm.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out at the same time, hips stuttering as he cums, too, feeling your walls clench so tight around him, and he manages a couple more strokes before he collapses into you, and the two of you lay there, trying to catch your breath, heartbeats racing together. 

Eventually, he pulls back to cup your face and kiss you, slowly, lazily. Enjoying the plushness of your lips rolling against his, breaths mingling. You stay like this for a while longer, until you can’t breathe with all his weight atop you, and you tap his shoulder. “Babe, you’re heavy.”

Obligingly, he rolls off of you. He takes a couple of minutes to tug the condom off, toss it into the trash, and clean himself up in the bathroom. Then he returns to curl against your side, pulling you into his embrace and snuggling you close, tangling his legs with yours. “Did you have fun, baby? You were so good for me, I loved it.” 

“Next time, less edging.”

“Noted.” He kisses your forehead, then your nose, and then a quick peck to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Also, I’m hungry.” You rub your tummy as it grumbles. 

“If we’re going to get food, I don’t want to go outside. If we leave the hotel, you know the cameras will follow.”

“Room service it is, then,” you yawn, reaching around to wrap your arm around him. “Maybe later, though. I want to sleep.”

He laughs, but doesn’t let you embrace him and pushes gently at your shoulder. “Okay, go use the bathroom first, baby. You don’t want to get a UTI.”

“Ugh, fine.” You go and take your turn cleaning up, and by the time you’ve returned to the bed, Kun has slipped under the covers and is waiting for you to join him, holding the comforter up so you can slide in.

Giggling, you take the empty spot beside him, and hum contentedly as he pulls you to him, enveloping you securely in his arms. Within minutes, you feel his breathing even out, and his heartbeat mellow.

Comforted by that melody, you close your eyes, and sleep too.

[jaehyunvouge]

y'all know what's wild? listening to NCT discography.

like you only came to listen to a group of teenage boys singing how they are chewing gum, young, and can do whatever they want. a few songs later, these boys and joined by other men, are flexing about their talent, money, power and looks. the next thing you knew, there are groups of grown men whispering about sex and rapping about their kinky tendencies. you thought its over? not yet. for some period of time, you're going to hear them singing about how in love they were and how willing they were to risk anything. you're going to hear how broken their hearts are afterwards since their s/o didn't need them anymore. finally, you're going to hear about how the group of teenage boys who sung about teenage rebellion let the reality sink in that they've grown up and have to move on.

all in all, stanning NCT is wild. and that's more reason for you to stan them and not to sleep on them you weaklings. and I miss ot7 dreamies, please tell them to stop grow up.

[srirachvbi]

Sakusa and Ushijima bringing their kids to practice Headcanons !

requested by anon: Um hi idk if you write for them so you can totally ignore this . Um can I ask for sakusa and ushijima (or one of them it's up to you) bringing their kids to practice bc the reader was called into work ??? Like Sakusa with his little boy and ushijima with his son and daughter. Sorry you can ignore this 

a/n: ignore this?? absolutely not LMAO i love this idea. tsym for requesting anon! hopefully, headcanons are okay for this! also sorry that ushijima’s is a little shorter-- i wasn’t quite sure what else to write <3

warnings: manga spoilers 

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

This dude was like 👁👄👁 when you called him only half an hour into practice to ask

They were on a water break after doing a bunch of drills and his phone lit up with your contact picture

Atsumu: Aw Omi Omi, that’s a cute picture of you two~

Kiyoomi: I will literally end you ❤️

Anyways he grabs his phone and stalks off to get away from the team since he knew they would eavesdrop if he stayed that close

The second he answered the phone, you started rambling and like begging for forgiveness so he was just “???”

Y/N: Yoomi! I swear I’ll make dinner for the next week and-- and I’ll uhhh... buy all of the groceries and cleaning supplies for a while and-- and

Kiyoomi: tf are you going on about?

Y/N: Is it okay if I drop Hi-chan off with you? ... I got called into work and the nanny’s busy...

He goes silent for a second, which makes you start to freak out because you were out of options for who to call

Your parents were on a cruise which both you and Kiyoomi got them for their 30th anniversary so they won’t home and your siblings lived on the other side of the country

Kiyoomi’s parents were too busy and so was his older siblings

So

He was your final resort

After a few seconds he just kind of laughs quietly and sighs

Kiyoomi: yeah, you can bring Hito-kun here

Y/N: your hand in marriage pls ❤️

Kiyoomi: ...

He justs SIGHS and hangs up cause he’s tired of your bullshit ❤️

He’ll pocket his phone and go up to the coach and Meian to ask if it’s okay if his kid sits in during practice and they’re perfectly fine with that

LMAO Atsumu, Bo, and Hinata eavesdropping and being like “tiny Sakusa??????”  

Fifteen minutes later, you pop into the gym with Hitoshi (not the bnha character LMAO) and Hinata and Bokuto both go “TINY OMI-KUN!!!!”

Oh my god when I tell you Sakusa almost had an aneurysm when they started to run towards you and his son, i mean it

he literally went from one side of the gym to in front of you two with the most disgusted look on his face

Hito’s pretty similar to Sakusa as in like... he hates germs so when he saw those two sweaty adults running towards him he just

Hito: due to personal reasons, i will be passing away now ❤️

Bo and Hinata are trying to get near Hito, but Sakusa just completely blocks them 

Y/N: thank you for taking care of Hi-chan, Yoomi :(

Kiyoomi: I had nothing against taking care of him in the first place, idiot

Anyways, you realize the time and literally sprint out of there to get to work

Bokuto: Mini Omi-kun! HI!!!

Hito:  👁👄👁 you’re so sweaty pls don’t touch me sir ❤️

Bo goes :(( but recovers when Hito apologizes after seeing how sad he got

Cause even tho Sakusa wouldn’t apologize, Hito was also raised by you and he’s a kid so he just kind of gets all flustered

Hito pats his shoulder to try and comfort him and Bo goes “!!” and like picks up the poor boy

At first, Hito is TERRIFIED but after a few seconds, he starts giggling and enjoying himself

Sakusa was about to kill him but then he saw his little son all happy and his heart clenched

After a few minutes of fooling around with Hito, they start practice again since they can’t spend the whole day just fooling around with the little Sakusa lol

The whole time while they’re doing drills (or smth idk how professional volleyball practice is LMAO), Hito’s standing next to Coach Foster and his eyes are so bright and big

He’s super excited to see his dad play because he hadn’t gone to that many games (Sakusa said that there were too many germs and that he’d get sick)

So to see his dad going like “BLAM” with the ball was like “!!” 

They do a game of 2v2 and he’s cheering so loud for his dad it’s so cute

Hinata and Atsumu are on a team together and they’re sitting on the sidelines with Hito until they get to play

Hito getting super excited and energetic when he sees his dad playing volleyball so he asks them about the players :((( 

Stop I can just imagine a tiny sakusa with more energy just being so cute

Practice finally ends for the day and Sakusa walks out of the locker room and Hito’s like “DAD!!!!!!!” and runs towards him

Sakusa’s soft for his son so he chuckles and picks him up

Hito: you were so cool!!!! You went like BLAM and BOOM!!

Sakusa, internally: oh god, i gave birth to another Hinata...

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

SO in this one you’re on a business trip for work and like.. the nanny cancelled on him the morning of so he was like “well, shit” 

But like not really cause he’d probably be nonchalant about it

His daughter, Riko is 3 and his son, Eiji is only a few months old so he comes into practice with a baby carrier and Hoshiumi’s like

>:0 !!!!!!!!

Hoshiumi: BABY USHIJIMA >:0 !!!!!

Riko’s super energetic unlike her father or her brother so she’s running around the second she walks into the gym and Ushijimas like  👁👄👁 cause he’s not quite sure if he should scold her or not 

Honestly, Ushijima would be so confused with kids cause he’s just... 

head full only volleyball

Normally you’re around and or the nanny so he’s not sure what to do LMAO

Riko’s unusually energetic and he’s pretty sure she got it from you lol

Romero sees Ushijima’s look of pure conflict and almost loses a lung from how hard he laughed

Ushijima may be super smart when it came to volleyball but it seems children is the next obstacle 

Riko and Hoshiumi somehow bond in hardly any time and suddenly Riko’s on his shoulders and they’re running around

chaotic duo, we stan 

Kageyama’s looking at the children with utter confusion

Omg Kageyama and Ushijima would both definitely be so confused with children

smh these volleyball idiots

Eventually, they actually have to start practice so Riko and baby Eiji were by the benches

Lmao Riko running onto court because she wants to play volleyball with her dad and Ushijima having a stroke

He’s bowing so low to the coaches because he just... doesn’t know what to do

it was hard enough to get them out of bed today 

It’s okay with everyone and Hoshiumi literally tries to pass the ball to Riko and Romero SCREAMS in fear

Romero’s definitely the savior of the day when it comes to the kids

Ushijima carries Riko off the court and the tiny bab was like >:0 !! When he sat her back down with Eiji

Riko: DAD >:0 !!!

Ushijima just asks her to stay on the bench but he doesn’t want to scold her 

She listens to him because she sees how conflicted he looks finally 

Lmao she tries to pass a ball to Eiji and Ushijima’s like “oh, oh god.”

Talking about Eiji, he starts crying and the coach just SIGHS and gives them a ten minute break

Ushijima losing ten years of his life as he tries to calm Eiji down

Hoshiumi: !! he wants to play volleyball too !!

Romero: Hoshiumi, no... please... 

Ushijima eventually calms the crying baby down and feeds him a bottle

Eiji ends up falling asleep after that tho so there’s no more issues with him for the rest of practice ❤️

It would be interesting to see Ushijima with his kids lolol

ANYWAYS

practice ends and Riko’s like “DAD!!! Teach me how to play volleyball now!!!” even though he’s already began

She’s a bit forgetful ❤️

Romero literally starts giving Ushijima tips and everything because he sees how confused he is

All of the other players listening as well because they’re interested

Professor Romero! 

Ushijima heads home with his two kids and he’s just listening to Riko ramble a lot and he’s happy

He was scared she wouldn’t like to be there and would throw a fit but similar to her father, she’s super excited about volleyball 

You call them on the way home and Riko’s like “MOM !! I WANNA PLAY VOLLEYBALL !!” 

You start giggling and you listen to her ramble for a while before asking her to give the phone to her dad

Ushijima: please never go on a business trip again ❤️

Y/N: aww, you miss me Waka-kun~

He hangs up

[yamagucji]

Sakusa with a physically afffectionate crush

request. Can I have headcanons of sakusa with a naturally physically affectionate crush who respects his personal boundaries. But this means he has to watch them hug his teammates. So Bokuto is like 🧍🏼 um sir this is a wendys while Sakusa burns a hole in the back of his head w/ his glare. But his teammates end up encouraging him so he starts to open up and engage in a little more physical contact w his crush 🥺🥺🥺 we stan a supportive team

note. s/o who respects your boundaries is seggsy🥰

sakusa notices you being a little more careful around him which he’s thankful for, but at the same time he wishes you were just a bit closer

you: *sits one seat away from him*

sakusa, looking away and pretending not to be bothered at all: “i don’t bite, you know...”

“oh? is it alright if i sit next to you then?” you asked, speaking over the sound of the volleyball game

“of course.” -> sakusa inside: “yes please sit next to me more”

you’re often with the black jackals everywhere they go, which is both a pro and con for sakusa

why? because when you’re sitting in the stands during another teams game he has to watch you and atsumu play around BESIDE him

you and atsumu: 😋🤪🤣

sakusa: 😐

you’ll try and bring sakusa into the conversation though

���right, sakusa?” you say, turning to him and barely noticing the slight surprise in his eyes

he doesn’t even get a chance to reply because the next second your hands are on his shoulder picking out some lint that’s stuck there

he’s FLUSTERED. it’s always gotta be one of the little things you do to him and you’re not even aware— especially of how close your face is to his

the rest of the team sitting around you two gets eerily quiet and that’s when you become conscious

“ah! sorry, sakusa. i didn’t mean to, i should’ve asked-”

“it’s fine,” he mumbled, retracting your hand back to his shoulder. “if there’s any more please take them out.”

atsumu, staring at the two of you: “whew, nice move omi-kun” 😼

sakusa, speaking with his eyes: say it louder and i’ll smack you in front of them

atsumu: 🧎

again, sakusa both likes and dislikes having you be with the team because

pro: he gets to see you

con: he gets to see you being physically affectionate with his teammates EXCEPT for him

bokuto, atsumu, and hinata all run to greet you whenever you come to visit their practice

“i miss you! it’s been so long!” bokuto leaped towards you, with hinata immediately grabbing the snacks you brought

you laughed at the silly sight. “you missed me or you missed food?”

“food,” atsumu joked. “but you come close”

sakusa, standing in the corner and watching the three of you hug each other: 🧍🏻

PLEASE if you took one glance at him you’d see steam floating from his body

“omi kun~ did you want a hug too?” atsumu asked him, gesturing sakusa to come over too

please include him🥺 he doesn’t seem like the type but he definitely wants to be included

bokuto who’s still engulfing you in a bear hug decides to take a glance at sakusa: 🥰 -> 😟

any stare-down from sakusa just makes you wanna... dig your own grave

BOKUTO’S HANDS WENT LIMP AROUND YOU BUT YOU DONT NOTICE KGJDHD

“hm come on bo, you can hug me better than that”

bokuto: uh,,, um o- okay....😥

meanwhile the rest of the team is trying to coax your man closer to you🧎

“oy sakusa, don’t you want a hug too?” his teammate said

sakusa sets his towel and water down the bench, slowly making his way to you. his cheeks are bright red because of his hard work... or maybe, you

“why?” “i’m dirty.”

mf you are literally walking towards y/n, of course you want that hug😐

“i’d hug you even if you’re all sweaty!- but if you don’t want a hug, it’s all right too,” you reassured him

you scold the others and remind them to respect their teammates’ boundaries. nothing too serious, until you feel a hand patting your head

it’s sakusa, who’s hesitantly showing you pda in his own way

“it’s not a hug but...” he mumbled, ignoring his other teammates gawking at him (atsumu fake crying over the fact that sakusa made a move)

“it’s alright!” you smiled at him🥺

AHH GKFJDJ SAKUSA’S HEART IS POUNDING PLEASE STOP BEING SO CUTE

head pats definitely become a thing between you and sakusa

anyone else who asks for it from him OR you doesn’t get it. it’s simply the sakusa law

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Let Me Go!!

Card: Dorm Uniform - SSR Characters: Epel, Rook, Vil, Idia

Chapter 1

—INTERIOR HALLWAY—

Epel: Um... This is where the film studies club meets, right?

—CLASSROOM—

Epel: Excuse me...

Rook: Hello, Epel-kun! I see Vil asked you to lend a hand here.

Epel: I’d say it’s more like I was forced... Did he ask you too?

Rook: I’m helping on my own accord. The pleasure is all mine if I’m able to be with Vil.

(Clap, clap!)

Vil: Film studies club! Everyone gather around.

I’m going to discuss the details for when we begin our next student-produced film.

I’ll hand out the script first. Everyone, take one each.

Epel: Whoa, this script is so thick. They must really go all out with their activities here...

Vil: The next film we’re producing will be about time travel.

It’s set in the present day. The students of Night Raven College use a time machine...

And travel to the era of the Great Seven’s Fairest Queen of All.

Rook: The era of the Fairest Queen of All... How très bien!

What a fascinating idea, don’t you think, Epel-kun?

Epel: Hah... I guess.

Vil: The leading role is still undecided. I’ll let you know once I’ve chosen them.

Now, the time machine is the key item in this story... Epel!

Epel: ! Yes?!

Vil: I’m putting you in charge of designing it.

Epel: What?! I-I’m just the help. Why am I in charge of something so important...?

Vil: I’ve deemed you the most suitable for this.

Epel: (What gave him that idea?! I’ve never designed anything in my life. I want to say no...)

Vil: The time machine will use a magical wheel as a base. You’ll be customizing the exterior.

This way, we can shoot driving scenes.

Epel: You said magical wheel...?!

Vil: Yes. I’ve already arranged for one to use in our shooting.

I’ve asked Ignihyde’s dorm leader, Idia, to modify it, so you will work with him to complete it.

Epel: Got it!

Vil: ...You sounded very genuine there. Well, if you’re feeling motivated now, then that’s fine.

The theme of the time machine’s design should be “something beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

Your deadline is in three days at noon. Is that clear?

Epel: Yes, Vil-san!

(I was so reluctant about having to help out the film studies club... but I didn’t expect there to be a magical wheel involved!)

(That feeling of the passenger becoming one with the vehicle as they ride on... Just watchin’ it gets me all excited.)

(Maybe if I made a design that makes Vil-san’s jaw drop, he’d even let me take it for a test run.)

(Okay, I’m gonna do my best!!)

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: I’m Epel, a first-year from Pomefiore. You’re Idia-san, right? Let’s work hard together.

Idia: Ugh... The glittery Pomefioran is here, hurray...

O-Oh, um... Vil-shi explained everything to me. We’ll use this lounge to work...

Epel: Okay, thank you.

Oh, that’s the magical wheel we’re going to modify there next to you, right? It’s so cool...!!

Idia: Hah... I only agreed to this ‘cause Vil-shi said he’d compensate me...

But working with other people... really makes me irritated by the second.

I need to finish this and go back to my room ASAP before my sanity gauge runs out.

Epel: (I know Vil-san’s taste pretty well since he’s been training me for months ever since I enrolled here.)

(I need to aim for a fancy design that goes with the setting and also satisfies Vil-san.)

Idia-san. Let’s do our best designing this magical wheel...!

Idia: Yeah. Let’s get this done as fast as we can...

Chapter 2

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: It took all night... but it’s done! Idia-san, the coloring for the magical wheel is all finished.

Idia: Congrats on getting it done. You told Vil-shi you’d show it to him once it was finished, right? Shouldn’t you call him?

And end this so I can be alone.

Epel: Yes, I’ll go do that!

Epel: Here’s the magical wheel, painted to look like a time machine.

The design was inspired by the peacock engraved into the Fairest Queen of All’s favorite chair.

Vil: ......

Epel: Um... Vil-san?

Vil: Epel. Are you satisfied with this design?

Epel: What do you mean, am I satisfied...?

Vil: I ordered you to design something “beautiful and fitting for the setting.”

However, this piece conveys nothing from the creator’s heart.

You wouldn’t consider this design “beautiful,” would you?

Epel: ...! Well, I...

Vil: To me, this looks like you only tried to match the setting.

Redo it, Epel. And don’t think about coming back to the dorm until it’s finished.

Epel: What?! Vil-san, wait a seco— ...He’s gone.

...Dammit! How can he be angry that I made it exactly as he said...?!

But I get to work with a magical wheel, which I love so much. No way am I giving up after failing once!

I need to make something that I think is beautiful, that matches the setting,

And something that would make Vil-san satisfied, right?

I’m gonna do it!!

...... But what would that be...?

—IGNIHYDE DORM - IDIA’S ROOM—

Idia: Hehee! I got that kitty accessory I wanted! It’s a rare strength item that boosts my speed by 100!

Hehehe, now, the boss from this ultra-hard quest... You should tremble in fear of my dodging power.

(Running footsteps!)

        (Epel barges in)

Epel: Idia-san!

Idia: Eee! E-E-E-E-Epel-shi! It’s rude to come into someone’s room without knocking!

Epel: Oh... S-Sorry.

It’s just, we have to redo the time machine...

Idia: Hah? He rejected that flashy design?

Epel: Yeah... So please help me make it over again!

Idia: (I can’t believe Vil-shi. He should’ve done this himself if he was going for something specific. Why’d he leave it to someone else?)

(I can’t stand them taking away my gaming time anymore. I gotta get this done now and chase out Epel-shi...)

H-Hey, Epel-shi. Do you have anything you’re good at?

Epel: Huh? Why are you asking?

Idia: ‘Cause wouldn’t this get done faster if Vil-shi just made it himself instead of having you make it over again?

But he still put you up to it... So shouldn’t you consider that maybe you’ve got some kind of secret talent?

In online games, leveling up skills you’re good at makes getting through the game easier.

Epel: But I’m just good at things like carving apples. I can’t really use that in desig——

(...Hm? Apples...?)

I figured it out!!

Idia: Ee! I-I-It scares me when you yell out of nowhere! Wh-What did you figure out?

Epel: I figured out what I can make that’s as beautiful and fitting for the setting as I can!

Idia: I-I’m glad to see you came up with an idea. Well, let’s get on with it then.

Epel: Huh? But you stayed up all night last night. Are you sure you shouldn’t rest a little...?

Idia: Heh, staying up all night is nothing to me. I stan a group of idols who look elderly but with hearts eternally 17...

And even Moirai on the Edge can do live performances for 72 hours straight.

We’ll prevail over this ultra-hard quest!

Epel: M-Moi...rai? I-I don’t know what that means, but let’s work hard!

(This time, we’ll make a design that Vil-sanーno, that anyone would approve of!)

Chapter 3

ーーThe day the time machine is due.

???: ...el... Epel!

—IGNIHYDE DORM - LOUNGE—

Epel: *Yawns*...?

Huh? Ahh! When did I go to sleep?! And Vil-san, what’re you doin’ here?

Vil: Your deadline is today at noon, so I came to check up on how you were doing. Honestly, I cannot believe you were sprawled out asleep on the floor.

So? Have you finished the time machine?

Epel: Oh... I did. Take a look at this!

There’s a story where the Fairest Queen of All made a poisoned apple, right?

So this time, I used that as my inspiration.

The color of the whole body represents a ripe, red, shining apple.

Like one you reach out to take without even realizing it... Anyway, I made sure it looked delicious!

Vil: Hmm... Go on.

Epel: Right. The other thing I worked especially hard on was this design that’s hidden when the machine is stopped, and only gets revealed when it starts up.

I’ll turn it on to let you see.

Vil: ! You painted the tire kept inside... Is that a skull?

Epel: Yes! One of the stories mentioned that a skull rose up before the poisoned apple the Queen made turned red...

So I added a symbol that can’t be seen from the outside unless you start it up.

This time machine is as “beautiful and fitting for the setting” as I can make it right now!

Vil: ...Allow me to ask you one thing. Why did you change to a poisoned apple?

Epel: Um... When I tried to use a peacock in my design, I honestly couldn’t tell if it was good or bad...

But then I thought, no one would be able to resist a design that makes apples look appealin’...!!

Vil: ......

...Heh. You finally came up with a design that reflects you.

Epel: ...! Yeah!

Vil: Now, I will leave you with the keys to this magical wheel.

Epel: Huh? Why me?

Vil: I’m heading back to our set. You’ll deliver the machine to the film studies club yourself.

You have until noon to bring it, just as we discussed. Don’t be late. Understood?

        (Vil leaves)

Epel: ...If he was in such a rush, he could’ve just taken it himself... Wait, hold on?!

Does this mean I can ride it back to the set... maybe?

AHH~! ALL RIGHT!!

Idia: Ugh... Epel-shi, you’re too loud... Your voice is ringing through my sleep-deprived head...

Epel: Oh! S-Sorry, Idia-san.

I’ve always wanted a magical wheel... And I get to ride one I designed myself. I just can’t believe it...

Alright, let’s get to the school building!

—MAIN STREET—

Film Studies Student A: Hm...? What’s that? There’s something coming towards us from the front gate.

Rook: That is a magical wheel. And the one driving it is... Monsieur Cherry Apple, Epel-kun.

Film Studies Student A: It’s so glossy, like a real apple... And his Pomefiore uniform looks so nice. It’s beautiful!

Film Studies Student B: Driving that machine, Epel-kun’s got a radiance that’s different from his usual frail beauty.

Film Studies Student C: Yeah. That piercing cold look and his unconsciously curled-up lips... I’m so drawn to it; I can’t look away.

Rook: Did you hear that, Vil? Everyone is praising Epel-kun!

Vil: Hehe, these potatoes’ reactions are perfect.

Epel: Oh... There he is! Vil-san! Just as promised, I’m here to deliver this.

Let me stop the machine... Okay. Well, I’ll get going now.

Vil: Hold it, Epel. Stay right there.

Film studies club, your attention! I have an announcement to make regarding our next film.

For our undecided leading role... I’ve decided to cast Epel right here.

Epel: Wh... What?!

Vil: You all saw how he looked riding that time machine, yes?

I believe there’s no better person out there more suited for this role. Are there any objections?

Rook: It’s true, the sight of him riding that time machine up here almost felt like a scene from a movie.

Film Studies Student B: Yeah! Hats off to you for how dashing you looked. I’ll let you have my seat today.

Epel: W-Wait a second. I thought I was just helping with the design——

Vil: I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll thoroughly train you to be an actor, so do prepare yourself.

Now, you must do a costume fitting. Costume committee, take Epel to our club room.

Costume Committee: Okay!

Epel: I-I still haven’t said anything about doing th—let me go!!

Vil: ...I see now how drastically the sparkle in his eyes changes depending on whether he’s interested or not. Honestly. He’s a difficult apple to deal with.

Rook: Epel-kun was shining like a completely different person than he was yesterday, yes...

But perhaps were you anticipating this finale from the start?

Vil: Well, now. Who’s to say?

[tsumwriter]

Second Best (Kuroo x Reader)

Kuroo angst where I lowkey made him a dick... sorry Kuroo stans 

Objects were being miscellaneously thrown in the air as chairs were being knocked down while you and Kuroo spit out spiteful words that neither of you really meant. 

You were fuming but really all you wanted to do was cry. 

You were tired from these fights where Kuroo would just try to get a rise out of you and vice versa. 

Typically, they were over the dumbest things like you forgetting to put your used mug in the sink or Kuroo forgetting to put the toilet seat down. They were usually dumb things like this, but today was different. 

A few hours before the fight, you had come home excited to tell Kuroo about your big promotion that you had been offered. 

You were currently a recent graduate and intern at a fashion company in Tokyo, but if you accepted, you would be a formal employee of the Paris branch. 

Of course you were going to decline, what with the recent engagement and the upcoming wedding, but you wanted to tell him anyway because it was a big deal to you. But after today, you weren’t sure if Kuroo was worth staying for. 

You had made Kuroo’s favorite meal to share the exciting news, but he had come home late without a phone call or even a text, and when you brought it up he exploded on you. 

‘Do I need to tell you everything? God, you’re my fiance not my mom.’ 

‘Well if you just told me the fucking truth then I wouldn’t need to ask every time!’ 

The saddest part was, he didn’t need to tell you where he was or who he was with because you already knew the answer to that: hanging out with his ex, Kozume Kenma. 

Kenma always seemed to be at the center of all of your fights. No matter how it started, the end was Kenma because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t be Kenma. 

Today was no different. 

“I was with Kenma because I was trying to get away from you!” 

As soon as Kuroo spit out those words, the air in the room thickened and the temperature dropped, along with your heart. 

Each word was like a dagger to your heart and you fell into the couch in defeat. 

At first, Kuroo felt a sick satisfaction because he felt like he had won the argument. But when he saw you hugging your knees tightly while looking away from him, he knew that he had taken it too far. 

You weren’t even crying, you were just completely dejected and so was Kuroo. 

He plopped down on the other side of the couch and the only sound in the room was the creak of the couch as his weight fell onto it. 

The silence surrounding the two of you was suffocating but neither of you wanted to say the inevitable… This had to end, but no one wanted to end it. 

But you were stronger than Kuroo. You knew this. 

Kuroo Tetsuro was still in love with his ex-boyfriend and refused to admit it while you were already coming to terms with the fact that you were always second place. At first, you thought that the engagement would change him but eventually you realized that it was just you foolishly in love. 

So you broke the news to him, the ‘exciting’ news that had started this entire ordeal. 

Chin on your knees, you quietly muttered, “I was offered a promotion.” 

Kuroo’s eyes widened and he turned to you. This is what you wanted to talk about. This was why you were so excited when he came home… And then he blew up on you. 

He wanted to congratulate you. To hold you in his arms as he told you what a wonderful job you were doing but seeing you look so broken, because of what he said filled him with so much guilt that he couldn’t move. 

So he just waited for you to continue and hoped that you would forgive him. 

Meanwhile, you were looking down at the ground as you were contemplating your next words. 

A tearful breath escaped your lips as you continued. 

“It’s a textile designing position in Paris and I’m taking it.” 

You looked at the man to your left and observed his shocked expression. 

“I’m tired of this, Tetsuro- tired of us… Of you acting like you’re in love with me when we both know it was never me.” 

Kuroo reached out to pull you into his embrace, but you stood up and turned your back towards him, facing the window looking out into the city.

“(y/n)... babe, I can change. I’m sorry.” 

You laughed bitterly as you felt the salty tears falling down your face. Shaking your head, you wore a sad smile on your face before you turned to the now crying man on the couch. 

Kuroo was hunched over with his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. His body was shaking as he sobbed silently. 

You walked over to him and knelt on the ground next to him. 

When he felt your body next to his, he looked up with tears in his eyes. 

“I swear, it’s just a stage, baby. Everyone falls out of love but we’ll be okay. We’ll be oka-”

You shushed him gently and kissed the tears on his cheeks for the last time. 

“Tetsuro, you can’t fall out of love if you were never in love.” 

Kuroo furrowed his brows in confusion to which you laughed softly. God, he was in so much denial. 

You brought a hand to move the hair that was covering his eyes and cupped his cheek. 

“I have to go.” 

He shook his head furiously as he watched you take off your ring.

“No, please! Say the word and I’ll even cut off Kenma.” 

A tired sigh escaped you as you set the ring down on the coffee table. There was no truth in his words. This was just him saying anything and everything to get you to stay but you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Please don’t hurt me more than you already have.” 

Kuroo blinked away his tears as he watched you walk towards your shared bedroom. 

He was crying and his mouth was still spewing out apologies but some part of him felt the slightest bit of relief. 

‘I’m a monster,’ he thought to himself as he chased after you. 

-- several years later 

It was a Saturday, and you were looking out the huge window enjoying the crisp morning air on your face. 

With Paris fashion week behind you, work was slowing down, and you felt like you could finally breathe a little. Weekends finally felt like weekends and you could do things like staring out your window for no reason. Now you could finally go to the cafe you were meaning to check out, try the new rooftop bar, and visit the wineries. 

As you were going down the mental list of things you wanted to do, you heard your phone ringing.

It was an unknown number with a Japanese area code. 

‘Probably work,’ you thought. 

Since headquarters were in Japan, it was common to get random phone calls from Tokyo. It was a little odd that they were calling you on a Saturday, but you just assumed there was a client emergency so you picked up. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello? Is this (l/n) (f/n)?” 

Your heart stopped and you felt your breath hitch. How had he gotten your number? You’d gotten a new European number and only gave it to a select few in Japan. 

“Kuroo-kun, how’d you get my number?” 

This time, it was Kuroo’s turn to react. 

It had been years since the breakup, but for some reason it felt foreign, almost painful, hearing you call him by his surname. But after what he put you through, who the fuck was he to dictate what you should call him now? 

He was just glad that your voice held no venom towards him. 

Maybe Kenma was right- maybe you didn’t hate him as much as he hated himself for hurting you. 

“Hi (y/n), it’s been a while, huh? I got your number from Hitomi-chan, had to beg her for it though.” 

You let out a soft laugh that contrasted the pang in your chest as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. You had moved on- built an entirely new life without him, but hearing him say your name made you feel weak. But you had come too far to come crashing down again. 

“Yeah… A few years, right? How’ve you been?” 

Kuroo laughed softly, and you could imagine what he looked like. Eyes squinting the tiniest bit and his mouth turned up into the grin that you loved so much. 

“I’ve been great… Getting married actually.” 

You felt your jaw clench as you searched your brain for appropriate responses. 

It took a few seconds but you eventually responded. 

“Congratulations, that’s really exciting!” 

You flinched at how fake your own enthusiasm sounded but hoped Kuroo wouldn’t pick up. 

“It is… but I wanted to be the first one to tell you. It only felt right to tell you before you found out through instagram or something.” 

A small smile appeared on your face, even after all these years he was still thinking about you. 

“That’s thoughtful of you, Kuroo-kun. Thank you.” 

“It’s the least I can do.”

There was a brief silence before Kuroo called your name again. 

“Hey (y/n)?”

“Yes?” 

You could hear Kuroo swallow loudly and fumble with some kind of fabric, which you assumed was him loosening his tie. 

“I’m really sorry for how things ended. You deserved better and I wish I could’ve been a better man for you.” 

You paused and wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks before responding. 

“What do you want me to say, Tetsuro?” 

Your voice was shaky but so was his. Kuroo was crying too. 

“Nothing… I just want you to know that I loved you. As hard as that must be to believe, I did love you and I don’t regret one moment with you.” 

You covered your mouth and moved the phone away from your face as you tried to control your breathing through the crying. When you could breath somewhat normally, you brought the phone back to your ear. 

“I have to go, Kuroo-kun.” 

He cleared his throat, “Of course, you must be really busy.” 

Your heart was racing as you tried to decide whether or not to tell him that you were still in love with him. That there wasn’t a day that passed by where you didn’t wish you could run back into his arms. That you regretted leaving him and not just settling being his second best. 

“Hey Tetsuro?” 

“Hm?” 

Should you tell him? 

No, you would never tell him. 

“Congratulations again.” 

This was your secret to have and to hold. 

[dollyji]

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when i finish it! i frequently suffer from writers block, but i get to get drabbles and stuff out at the very least. however, you can always send hard hours asks for little headcanons.

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taeil, yuta, kun, doyoung, jaehyun, winwin, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, yangyang, shotaro, sungchan, chenle and jisung.

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no.

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I'll write mostly anything that isn't a hard pass. anything from dom!idol, sub!idol, to no power dynamics. hard and soft kinks. don't hestitate to ask! make sure to read warnings for fics.

𝟎𝟔. what do you not write?

i am not comfortable writing about scat or vomit, abuse of any kind, rape, pregnancy outside of a breeding kink, dad aus, age play, any illnesses or disorders, exclusive m/m ships, or actual incest.

𝟎𝟕. you said you don’t write m/m but there’s some in x?

i don’t write only m/m. you won’t find a jaemin x jeno fic on my blog, but in threesomes or orgies, there may be some male interaction because it’s awkward to me to focus on only one person.

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please note that this list is not all encompassing, meaning that there may be kinks that i enjoy writing about that aren’t on this list! don’t be afraid to ask questions.

if text is highlighted in red, that means it’s a harder kink and more commonly triggering or one that i write with caution. any text highlighted in blue is a personal favorite to write about.

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updated aug 02 2022

[nctsjiho]

Relationships with: NCT Dream

Click here for: NCT 127, NCT U, NCT Dream, WayV

Mark:

Little-big brother

JiHo makes him laugh almost as much as Haechan or Johnny do

Helps her with rapping and is the person JiHo reaches out to when she wants validation with her rapping

Spent a whole night with her in the studio after she had a mental breakdown when she kept messing up and the producer told her to come back the next day

They never talk about it and no one else knows (that’s what they thought but Taeil and Doyoung do know. Of course they respect JiHo’s privacy and never bring it up) but he’s always there for her before or during she records her rap part when he knows she’s nervous or stressed out

“Dude!”

“DUDE!”

If Jaehyun is JiHo’s bro, then Mark is her dude shut up I don’t make the rules

They talk in English a lot as well, JiHo actually helps him out with his Korean at times

Renjun:

The prettiest boy of them all in JiHo’s eyes

It’s an ongoing joke that JiHo is whipped for Renjun and JiHo doesn’t deny it

She loves his voice and thinks he’s super talented and smart

But she only says that about him and not to him (she doesn’t want Renjun to feel uncomfortable around her, God bless her)

They have great chemistry together and seem- are best buds

Renjun appreciates JiHo’s hard work and her great language skills

She usually tries speaking only Chinese when with WayV or China line

He’s the only person she speaks Chinese with casually when they are not hanging out with the Chinese members

Praises her a lot when she’s not there

They can get really mischievous together and go and tease the others

Their usual victims are Ten, Kun and Jaemin (they keep it really playful though so their “victims” laugh a lot when they get “teased”)

They can talk for hours and hours Taeil and Doyoung have send them home after finding them in the studio or practice room talking at 3 am multiple times

Jeno:

Jeno and JiHo are a dangerous duo

Their visuals are OUT OF THIS WORLD

Like they are both very attractive on their own, but put them together and-

*chef’s kiss*

Jeno is a firm believer that JiHo should’ve been in NCT Dream

Also have a kind of brotherly bond, but Jeno gets really protective over her

He pushes her around playfully but if someone else does it and does it too hard, someone is about to catch those hands...  -_-;;

Workout buddy

Even though JiHo complains a lot when exercising with him, he still drags her along (like literally, they will go for a run and Jeno will grab her by the wrist and drag her with him)

“If you hate it so much then don’t come with me next time.”

She’ll still join Jeno on his next workout ^^

Haechan:

TEASE

The biggest piece of sh-

But we’ve been knew

Thinks JiHo is a great singer but never says anything, because he will not show her his soft side for her

Knows JiHo isn’t the best reader and while he usually makes fun when the other members mess up when they read, he’ll never make fun or laugh at JiHo

The first and only time he’d done so, he saw how her smile faded and it broke his heart so he never did it again

Instead, he’ll volunteer to read instead of JiHo whenever possible and she appreciates it a lot

Doesn’t believe that JiHo is technically younger than him

Believes in treating everyone equally, so if he didn’t tease or annoy her enough during practice, promotions, or video shoots he’ll annoy her at the dorms

Barges in her room whenever he wants to  and after an hour of annoying her or “ruining” her Vlive, he will just sit on her bed and play on her switch or his phone for a few hours

Jaemin:

“Forces” her to do aegyo

Thinks JiHo is the most adorable human bean (yes bean) to grace this earth awww

Says he doesn’t want her to join next promotion because he hates seeing her work so hard, but never actually means it. He loves that JiHo is part of NCT with him

Wants to be in a Sub-Unit promoting with her so bad, but it doesn’t seem to look like that’s happening soon  (ㅜ_ㅜ)

JiHo likes to give him back hugs and he melts every time she does, but tries to hide the smile creeping on his face

Jaemin knows he’s one of the only members receiving skinship from JiHo so he doesn’t want to jinx it by pointing it out, but is very proud he gets those rare JiHo hugs <3

“She’s always so cool on stage but in person she’s insanely cute!” (He said this during a Vlive shortly after her debut in 2018)

Chenle:

Chillll~~~

They either hang out in his house or in her room at the dorm

People thought they didn’t like each other for a while, even the other members

They just didn’t have much to say to each other

Now they still don’t have much to say to each other but they just hang out and listen to music or play games together

They don’t have the best chemistry on camera, because they just are really quiet but when you are with them physically you can't sense any awkwardness at all

Daegal loves her (not as much as she loves Mark or Chenle but enough to sit on JiHo’s lap 50% of the time she’s is at Chenle’s)

He makes fun of her when she messes up her Chinese but no one else dare make fun of her Chinese or he’ll find a way to make fun of you so you feel bad

During a variety show the host made fun of JiHo’s Chinese and Chenle asked him to say something in Chinese, when he couldn’t Chenle just gave him that a look and stan Twitter went OFF

“OMG The look on the hosts face! Chenle protecting JiHo!!! OMG IM DED”

Jisung:

JiHo is the coolest hyung noona

She doesn’t baby him because they are pretty close in age and Jisung appreciates the change of pace

Wished JiHo was also a member of NCT Dream (com’on SM everyone wants JiHo in Dream! ㅜ.ㅜ)

He finds her intimidating whenever she’s in performer mode

Will willingly do aegyo for JiHo and vice versa

Sometimes it feels like JiHo is younger than him so he has a sense of protectiveness at times

JiHo isn’t a star chef, but she can cook pretty well, so sometimes she visits the dreamies’ dorm and cook for Jisung them

Also learns Jisung how to cook or bake simple things (he sucks but they love spending the quality time together)

The hugs they share look so comfy and ngl everyone fans, not-fans and even their own members feel jealous

Everyone wants to know what such a hug feels like but it’s only possible between JiHo and Jisung

Cutest-most-wholesome duo

[catboymingi]

lollipop rings

navi/masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: not a single one we stan happiness in this house

lupaan olla sun / kun päivää kääntyy iltaan / kun pöly laskeutuu / ja ollaan ihan hiljaa / lupaan olla sun / ja sanoo senkin ääneen / ei tuu tarpeeks sanottu - i promise to be yours / when the day turns into night / when the dust settles / and we’re so quiet / i promise to be yours / and say it out loud, too / it’s impossible to get sick of saying it

mingi had been waiting for this day for ages now. and when it was finally there, he surprised you by how excited he was. he got up early, something that you’d never witnessed before, running through the flat doing this and that and whatever he found necessary while you watched him with adoration in your eyes. you had no idea what he was so excited about, he hadn’t exactly told you a lot about his plans for the day, telling you that it was a surprise and if you ruined the surprise for him you’d have to deal with him being sulky for the rest of your life - a threat that convinced you to not even try. you loved him, but you could confidently say that him being sulky for more than even just an hour would be impossible to stand, both because he acted like a baby and because you couldn’t stand seeing him feel bad. so his surprise had remained a surprise, and seeing him happy how he was now was worth the excruciating wait and curiosity that was eating away at you.

“will you tell me where we’re going now, or will i first see when we’re there?”, you asked him while you stood in front of your closet, unsure of what to even wear since you didn’t know at all what was expecting you.

“we’re going to a petting zoo!” the smile he gave you made your heart skip a beat or two. he was so beautiful, and it was your third anniversary, and he still looked so happy to be with you. you were the luckiest person in the world, and you wouldn’t let anyone disagree with you on that. neither of you were perfect, but your imperfections merged in just the right ways, and you were one hundred percent certain you’d found your soulmate. and this soulmate was now looking at you all excitedly, eyes barely visible by how much he was smiling but still shining brightly, body seemingly vibrating in anticipation.

“i love you”, was your reply to his reveal, and his smile got even bigger, if that was possible at all. you’d mentioned somewhen at the beginning of your relationship how petting zoos held good memories for you, memories from a childhood you no longer had any access to, memories from before things turned bad. and he remembered. he was taking you there now, today, years after you mentioned it. the attention he paid to everything you said made you so happy, made you feel like you mattered, at least to him you mattered.

you were brought back to reality when he picked you up, having made his way to you while you were deep in thought, and kissed you quickly. then he let you down and told you to get dressed, making you laugh - usually it was you who had to force him to get ready in the mornings, lots of bribing and emotional blackmail and the threat of cuddle withdrawal involved every single time. this was cute. and you quickly did as told, putting on one of his shirts that you loved because it was soft and big and you’d worn it after you’d accidentally spilled milk all over your own when you were baking cookies on your first christmas together. you wore a skirt to go with it; you knew he thought it looked cute when his shirt was so big on you that you had to tug it into the skirt to prove you were even wearing any bottoms at all. and you had to agree, thinking that it gave you a casually cute kind of vibe. and you also just really loved wearing his clothes, having stolen roughly half his wardrobe at this point, him stealing back his clothes for a few days before they magically made their way back into your part of the closet.

“you ready?” you could see the please say yes in his eyes. he really wanted to get going, and you didn’t want to let him wait. grabbing your phone and wallet you moved towards the door, grabbing his hand on the way and pulling him with you for roughly two steps before he was the one pulling you, having an unfair advantage due to his long legs. it was okay though, he kept the height difference in mind and made sure he wasn’t too fast for you. that was, until you actually reached the petting zoo. at that point there was no stopping him from all but running towards the entrance, his entire face lighting up at the sign and the animals he could make out from here.

“mingi”, you laughed with just a hint of desperation in your voice, “i can’t keep up!” first then did he slow down, looking at you apologetically, but you quickly pecked his lips.

“let’s go.” by now you were 90% certain that he was genuinely vibrating, the amount of excited energy in his huge body immeasurable. he rushed to get you your tickets before you could utter so much as a single word of protest at him paying for both of you, then he got several packages of animal food as well, and you were convinced that not a single animal in this zoo could be cuter than your boyfriend.

he dragged you from animal to animal, seemingly aimlessly, needing you to tell him to be careful with the food because if he gave it all to a single animal he wouldn’t be able to feed any others, but secretly you were just as excited as him, being thrown back into your happy childhood memories while you were making new happy memories with the man you loved. you were glad he was taking the lead, in a way, because you could already feel the sentimentality make its way to your eyes in the form of small tears, and you knew that if he wasn’t keeping you busy like this you’d be sobbing before long.

when you reached the llamas and you warned him not to get too close because they had a tendency to spit at people he told you confidently that they only spit at people they didn’t like so he wasn’t in any danger since he was ‘the coolest guy they’d ever get to see’. really, he’d spotted a pretty flower near the fence, and getting spit on was a risk he was willing to take in order for the next part of his anniversary date plan to be perfect.

he knelt down to pick the flower and you smiled at him, but your expression quickly turned into one of confusion as he remained kneeling when he turned towards you, shuffling until he was in the right position, one knee on the ground and the other propped up in front of his body, holding onto the flower tightly while looking around nervously. oh.

“uh… this is awkward.” he laughed, but quickly continued speaking.

“y/n, this is our third anniversary, right? and you always said how three is your lucky number so i thought this might be the right moment to ask… if you’d like to marry me? it’s fine if you don’t but i’d love it if you did.”

you looked at him wide-eyed, not really sure how to react or if you’d even be able to react at all. of course you wanted to, of course you would, but you hadn’t expected this, and the fact that it came so sudden left you speechless. but you started nodding, fast and with an intensity that might break your neck, not wanting him to doubt even for a second what your answer would be.

“yes?” he was still on the ground, looking up at you with hopeful eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to marry him right there already. your frantic nodding continued, tears that had been starting to form in your eyes since earlier now spilling, and a smile lit up his face, lit up the entire park, lit up the entire world. you didn’t need the sun as long as you had him looking at you like that. he got up, lifted you up and twirled you around, the flower in his hand forgotten, discarded to the ground, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly, never wanting to let go ever again. but you sadly had to as he let you down, starting to search in his pockets for something. the ring? you were about to tell him that you didn’t want a ring, didn’t need a ring, would rather that money was spent on your future - you knew these rings were ridiculously expensive, and you didn’t like the thought of spending money on something like that, something that would only be temporary. but he surprised you once more when he got out a blue lollipop ring, giving you his signature goofy grin.

“i didn’t know your finger size and i thought this would be more personal. it’s your favourite colour. if you want a real one we can go pick one out, but i didn’t want to get one that you maybe wouldn’t even like, so…” he looked a little anxious about your reaction, but he had no reason to be, your smile at least as bright as his now.

“please put it on, will you?” you held out your hand (the wrong one, but neither of you noticed nor cared), and he grabbed it with a softness that felt like he was scared you might break under his touch if he held it too hard. then he brought it to his lips, giving it a small, soft kiss before putting on the lollipop ring which really only fit because you had small hands, but he knew you did. laughter bubbled out of you, the situation first now really hitting you. you were engaged. you were going to marry him, mingi, the love of your life. and the laughter increased when the llama next to you had used you admiring the way the silly ring looked on your hand as its chance to lick at it and, subsequently, also your hand, making you squeal slightly but then only laugh even more as your now-fiancé swatted it away, laughing as well.

“this one isn’t for you!”, he told the animal sternly, scolding it as if it could understand. then he turned back to face you.

“thank you. i know i’m not perfect but i promise i’ll be yours, i’ll promise i’ll tell you every single day and i promise i’ll tell everyone i meet, i’ll say ‘hello, i’m mingi and i’m engaged to the most perfect person in the world’, and then when we’re married i’ll say ‘hello, i’m mingi and i’m married to the most perfect person in the world’, and everyone will be so jealous because i’m so happy and they can only dream of having someone like you, and i’ll tell you every single day ‘hello, love of my life, today another person was jealous of how lucky i am to have you’, and then before we go to bed i’ll tell you ‘goodnight, i’m your husband’ just in case you forget, and when we wake up i’ll tell you ‘good morning, i’m still your husband’, and i’ll do that every single day because i just can’t believe it’s real and i got so lucky, and you’ll have to deal with it.” he was rambling, as he did when he was nervous, but you could tell that he was incredibly happy, no matter how nervous he was. and so were you, starting to full on sob at his little speech.

“are you okay?”, he asked worriedly. “do you not want to anymore?” the fear was apparent on his face as he looked at you, scared you’d changed your mind, but you hadn’t and you knew you never would.

“i love you. i love you so much, mingi”, you let him know in between your sobs, wrapping your arms around his ribcage and hiding your face in his neck. and because he knew you, because he knew you better than anyone else, he knew you just needed a moment to realise all this was real and happening, and he gave you that moment, pressing small kisses onto the top of your head as he let you cry until you were done. then you moved away from him slightly, lifting the hand with the lollipop ring in front of your face again and smiling up at him, and he was convinced he’d never seen someone as beautiful, even with the tears still on your face and your eyes red. you were the most beautiful person in the world. you were his world. and he feared his heart would burst with love at your next words.

“we need a matching one for you, if they make them in your size.”

[malewifedejun]

the nct/wayv members as my personal experiences

Taeil: got a scar on my face from walking into a cupboard but i told everyone it was from a wild raccoon attack

Johnny: during my graduation ceremony rehearsal my department head asked me to call my classmate who had passed out drunk the night before and overslept and give her directions to the venue, not knowing i was also completely drunk

Taeyong: ordered pizza multiple times in the same month just so i could talk to the cute pizza delivery guy for 0.3 seconds each time

Yuta: got in a fist fight with someone at a club and we both got kicked out of the club. the next night i went to a different club and got into a fist fight with the same guy

Kun: went to a house party for the first time but instead of partying i just ended up helping the party host’s younger sister study for her AP exam the entire time

Doyoung: had to get stitches in my hand because i hit the buzzer too hard during a history trivia game

Ten: once while we were at claire’s i (8 years old) pointed at my sister (12 years old) and screamed “THIEF!!!” just to see what would happen

Jaehyun: at one point people thought i wore the same pants every day, but actually i just had 7 pairs of the exact same pants

Winwin: spent a full day playing animal crossing for 12 hours, then sleeping for 12 hours

Jungwoo: flirted with a professor during class to distract from the fact that nobody had completed their homework due that day

Lucas: said “no homo” after kissing my s/o for the first time (spoiler: we were homos)

Mark: performed a piano cover of taeyang’s wedding dress at a church retreat to impress my pastor whom i had a crush on

Xiaojun: in high school i was sad that my best friend started dating someone and was ignoring me so i wrote a poem about it and showed it to my other friend, who read it and said “haha sounds like you have a crush on your best friend, dude” and that’s how i found out i had a crush on my best friend

Hendery: was banned from recess for a week because i popularized “human dominoes,” a game where kids stand in a line several feet apart and knock each other over by running at full velocity

Renjun: a classmate tried to get me into kpop, not knowing i’d been a kpop stan for 5 years, so i just pretended not to know anything about kpop until one day she came over to my house and saw my massive kpop poster and album collection

Jeno: on the first day of school my teacher made me stand up in front of the whole class and tell a joke as an icebreaker. i told a joke but nobody laughed. the next day i immediately switched to a different class

Haechan: during a game of hide and seek at the park with friends, when it was my turn to hide i got in my car and drove away while my friend was counting

Jaemin: confessed to my crush on april fool’s day as a power move

Yang Yang: again in high school i used to skip class to visit my friend in another class and get them in trouble so we could hang out together in detention

Chenle: found out that not everyone’s extended family from overseas has bodyguards

Jisung: cried the first day of biology class because there was a skeleton in the classroom and i was scared

[simp-for-sunghoons-hair-tied-up]

NONONONONO i didn't mean it that way 😭 i meant like,,,,,, the secret is out we're all hard stans lmao so we're always on hard hours,,, get it?? i was just making a statement- im sorry im so bad with words oof 🛐

Nah dude don't worry i didn't misunderstand or anything, I get it. It's true we're all hard stans even if we say we're not 🤡😭

Yes yes, hard hours always open, not only kun, but If you feel like randomly updating me in on your simp list, I'm always available for that 😜🤡you're not alone when you say you're bad at wording stuff aknsjdj 😭😭

[kunstellation-one]

fantasies and the like. mature content. if you’re not 18+, don’t interact ♥

🥀 = angst / 🌹 = fluff / ❤️= smut or suggestive material / 🍓= favorites

this masterlist is subject to edits. check back once in a while to see if i’ve added or changed anything. if you want to see my other works, click here.

i will tag and attach warnings to my fics accordingly.

Qian Kun  

❤️ rendezvous - 2.3k, in which Kun is furious that you disobeyed him. or, in which daddy has to teach his babygirl a little lesson.

Lucas / Wong Yukhei 

🌹❤️ zenith - writing in progress! in which you dance with a ‘stranger’ in the club, and things get a little hot. or, in which you try something new with your boyfriend.

Winwin / Dong Sicheng

❤️ lace & leather - planning in progress!

Ten / Li Yongqin 

🥀❤️ no promises - planning in progress!

Lee Taeyong

❤️ [10:48am] - in which he has a tongue piercing; lots of lip biting, hair pulling, choking and dirty talking.

❤️ [12:23am] - he pins you to a wall after you teased him during a SuperM meeting, "You’re gonna get it now.”

Mark Lee

❤️ 🍓 [3:00am] - he comes home and catches you having fun without him, and decides to help you out.

❤️ [8:21am] - you purposely get him all riled up and when you get home, he gets a little rough.

Lucas / Wong Yukhei

❤️ [11:11am] - “be a good girl, and i will reward you”

Winwin / Dong Sicheng

❤️ [12:27am] - coming home really late from work and fucking the stress away

Lee Taemin

❤️ 🍓 [9:30pm] - strip tease game: Truth or Dare 

Mark Lee

❤️ indulgence - 1.9k, a night out with the girls, just enough to drink, and a cute boy... things can happen.

❤️ #1: Ten dominating you. Lots of dirty talk.

❤️ #2: Yukhei fucking you intensely. Choking + lots of dirty talk.

❤️ #3: Yukhei eating you out. 

❤️ #4: Kun making out with you becomes something more. Fluff - > suggestive. (not yet posted)

❤️ #5: Riding Xiaojun. (not yet posted)

❤️ #6: Sicheng trying to be a hard dom for you. (not yet posted)

❤️#7: Sicheng with a breeding kink. (not yet posted)

❤️ #8: Hendery as a hard dom. (not yet posted)

❤️ #9: Yukhei fucking you so hard you squirt. Bulge kink. (not yet posted)

❤️ #10: A surprise trip to the Maldives celebrating Yukhei’s success with SuperM. Wearing sexy lingerie + making love. (not yet posted)

[dvrlingrenjun]

boyfriend!renjun

⇝ a bulleted head cannon on huang renjun being your boyfriend. :: 1.1k words, full on fluff with a tiny bit of angst! renjun x reader. no warnings?

okay listen,,, y'all are probably tired over these things and i'm working on a j.jaehyun fic but renjun suddenly attacked me and i want to cry over him.

and i'm dragging y'all to renjun feels-

before the relationship!

i feel like to you, you would've never known that renjun liked you and it was hard to tell. but to his friends, they would automatically know when he either talks to you or the way he looks at you.

because he doesn't have that fiery gaze at you and doesn't have the urge to roast you. unlike the way he looks at his friends. wHIPPED-

so nct dream being themselves, they would tease him AND you. and when they do you're just ???? what's with all of these teasing about renjun and i???

but after a week, it came to you that renjun likes you. or that perhaps donghyuck low key snitched,,, he doesn't mean in a bad way !! donghyuck wanted to just tease you both (mainly renjun) when you two become a couple. and start arguments with renjun. but shh you never heard that from me.

so you either confess after that or,,, his friends help him lolz. if he ever gained the courage to. (his friends would probably hype him up)

dates with renjun!

he would personally go to your parents/guardians to ask for permission to be your boyfriend AND to go on a date. even if he is anxious about it, renjun just wants the family approval!

of course, he has to meet his future parents and siblings. (if you have any) HHHH

when renjun becomes comfortable with your family, he would still be polite but start calling them moms or dads. why am i crying over this thought??

okay now actually talking about dates.

i don't know what he would do for first dates, but maybe he would want you to try hot pot if you haven't tried yet!

or perhaps draw moonmin together! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) chilling on the grass in the park, just drawing. imagine just him peeking over your paper to see what you're drawing.

he’ll compliment your drawing if you're saying it's bad! but he would still be honest on what he thinks, gives critiques on what could be better! and maybe you could give advice on his drawing too! (if he shows the drawing to you.)

okay!!! concept!!

what if he draws you?? like, ㅠㅠ ♡. take my love renjun please- but he would never show anyone the sketch though, because renjun doesn't want to be teased by people. but if he shows it to you.. show him so much love! like omg how is it so beautiful? you're such an amazing artist what-

i'm getting off topic sorry i just love renjun sm.

pda!

not one to show affection a lot, whether it's public or private. he would rather show them in actions like buying gifts! or randomly taking you out.

but when he's tired? and needs love? he would never let you go when you two are cuddling. you're like: “renjun! i just want water! only 5 minutes!”

“five minutes is too long!” he pouts, hugging you tighter. (not too tight though.)

you'll somehow manage to convince him and when you come back to renjun he’ll be all pouty and sulking that you're not there.

OMGIMCRYINGPLEASE-

and when he sees you, he’ll pull you back under the covers, finally satisfied that you're in his arms. and kissing on your head??? big yes.

otherwise from that he would tease you like there's no tomorrow. (dw he would give you kisses all over your face to make it up!)

kisses with renjun!

.. very hard to get lol, after that first date he would feel the urge to kiss you? but he doesn't want to rush anything so he just let it be, unless you initiate it which he doesn't mind.

but after that, let's say you reach in for a kiss on the lips. he would PURPOSELY move away for joking purposes. renjun would laugh at his action and would actually kiss you this time around.

other than that, i can't really see him anything more than that? maybe make outs but i'm not comfortable writing suggestive(?) stuff. (even when i don't know how to kiss LMAO)

fights with renjun :(

okay renjun is an aries, he easily gets heated and it's hard for him to keep the anger in. other than bantering, i don't think you would actually make him mad.

perhaps that he was having a bad day and you just kept on pestering him which makes renjun lash out.

after the fight.

just give him a few hours of space and he’ll be fine! you weren't the main cause of his grumpiness and he would feel bad that he slightly let it out on you. (he wouldn't really show him feeling bad though?)

it would be hard for him to apologize but of course you're the love of his life so he does apologize! (let's hope you'll accept his apology though djdb)

and everything is back to normal again!

perhaps this will happen again but now you'll know not to pester him as much. we wouldn't want another angry renjun do we?

when you're sad!

renjun wouldn't really know what to do, he wouldn't speak to you about it unless you would want to. until then he would just be more quiet and calm? renjun would hold back the urge to tease and roast you, it wouldn't even be on his mind to be honest. but if someone made you sad? oh gosh that person has 21 people to deal with now because there's no way renjun would let that slide.

he would probably be like “fiGHT ME” to the person until kun pulls him away before renjun could get into trouble.

but other than that, he would try to be more witty and funny in order for you to laugh and forget about what you're sad about. he would slightly spoil you a bit more if the sadness surpasses a few days.

perhaps like making your favorite food, or tell you about stupid things donghyuck does.

i would say it works about 75%, depending on the story.

overall!

on a normal day, he would lovingly roast the hell out of you. but at the same time he would fight anyone who would hurt you, no second thoughts.

although he is high tempered and doesn't really show affection in the beginning. please be patient with him! after a few months of dating, he would really appreciate that. and slowly but surely give you more love as time passes on!

in conclusion, stan a king, an icon, huang renjun. thank you for my ted talk and reading my love for renjun. ( ˘ ³˘)♡

[wonderland-in-bloom]

tsundere but aware

[tsundere!riddle rosehearts x shy-ish!fem!reader]

anon asked: Hi hi~ Can I request a sweet oneshot of a shy! fem! reader x slight tsun! Riddle please? Maybe a scene where she got teased by other guys because she's the only girl in the Dorm, and then Riddle stan up for her? Thank you in advance!!

yesss of course you can anon! i’m sorry if this fic doesn’t satisfy you though, however i’ll try my best! 

P. S. GUYS THANK U SO MUCH FOR 155 FOLLOWERS HOLY HECK I ALMOST CRIED HFFFFFFFFFFFF I LOVE Y’ALLLLLLLLLLLL ♡♡♡

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IT was that time of the month again. yes that time of the month. you know satan’s sacrificial waterfall? the endless stream of red? yeah. that. it was your first day this month and honestly, it was so goddamn painful. cramps, pains, the numbness, all those struggles. you even struggled to get out of bed, how were you supposed to survive the day full of tiring classes? and surprisingly, you did. it’s just that you were so emotional in every class, either you secretly wiped the tears flowing down your face or you’d just try to beat up someone you didn’t like. 

“yo chibi!” ace slung his arm around you as you were heading back to the heartslabyul dorm. normally you’d brush him off or didn’t really reply. you were known as one of the quietest students in heartslabyul and the shyest as well, and a lot of the other students said it was because you were the only girl. however that wasn’t true as you were close to cater and trey, sometimes even deuce, and you could’ve talked for hours with them. it’s just you didn’t really vibe with the rest. “tsk, quiet again huh?” it was as if your emotions were just a random spinning wheel and it landed on ‘sad and emotional little baby’. “well no wonder, i mean you’re the only girl here.” he shrugged it off. you knew he didn’t really mean it, and you two could connect just fine at times, but just, not today. “oi chibi! are you--” he froze when he saw that you stopped walking. your eyes were glassy and you were trembling. “WOAH WOAH WOAH. ARE YOU OKAY?” he panicked and rushed to you. “chibi...(y/n)...are you okay?” you just shook your head, but you proceeded to sob. ace was losing it. what happened to you? was it something he said?

“(y/n)!” ace heard an awfully familiar voice and before he got the chance to turn around, he felt a heavy weight around his neck and shoulder area. “WAIT? WHY IS THIS AROUND ME?! AGAIN?!” your teary eyes met the eyes of none other than riddle rosehearts. “(y/n)! are you okay? what did ace do to you?” so that’s why he decided to use his unique magic. “riddle...nothing. he didn’t do anything. i’m just...tired...?” riddle pouted and removed the collar from ace. “h-hey chibi...are you really okay?” you walked away from the two of them with a fake smile on your face. “mhm! i’m alright.” 

you finally arrived at the heartslabyul common room and plopped yourself on the couch. now the magic, random spinning wheel of emotions in your head decided to make you ‘super duper angry and will not hesitate to punch anyone in the face’. “ah there’s the chibi! were you able to get through classes today? must be hard being a girl here huh?” you clenched your fist and grabbed a pillow. you threw it at the random student and hit it flat in his face. all the students around you gasped and looked at your angry face. you didn’t say anything, you just looked at him with soulless eyes. “why you-!” he was about to throw the pillow back before a very familiar catchphrase filled your ears. “off with your head!” he screamed in shock to meet riddle at the door accompanied with ace. “how rude are you to throw something to a lady? the queen of hearts would be disappointed in you.” he spat. “d-dorm leader...” he muttered in fear and guilt. “everybody out of here.” riddle yelled and everyone left in a matter of seconds. 

“(y/n). this isn’t like you, are you alright?” your emotion did a whole turn and you were now back to being the sad little (y/n). you threw yourself onto riddle and sobbed in his arms. he almost fell back but luckily caught you in his arms, but he could feel himself start to lose his composure. “it’s just that usual time of month. i don’t know why everything is so..” he started stroking your hair. “shhh...it’s okay. you don’t have to tell me what happened. i just need to know if you’re alright.” and thus the whole night was filled of you just ranting to riddle about your problems. that was also the night where feelings blossomed between the two of you and you thought of each other as something more. being the tsundere riddle was however, he just brushed it off and decided to cut it short and told you to go to bed, his excuse being that you must’ve been tired. but honestly you weren’t because you would give anything to spend time with him. the next day you had a huge smile plastered on your face. “riddle-kun!” you waved at him and caught up to him when you both were walking towards class. “(y/n).”. 

“thanks a lot for yesterday! i really appreciate what you did for me yesterday! you’re a really nice person, you know that?” you smiled from ear to ear like the cheshire cat and this made riddle’s heart skip a beat. around riddle, you lost your ‘shy’ demeanor and you were just really happy around him. riddle pouted and faced the other direction away from you where his face started to shift a bit redder. “d-don’t mention it. but i won’t keep doing this for you...”

he’s such a tsundere. 

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i love tsundere bbys hhhhhhh. my phone battery drained really fast and i panicked a lot but then i realized...oops thanks a3, twst, and arb :)) 

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[ri-translates]

Translation: Itaru Chigasaki [Schoolhouse at Dusk] - Heart-Throbbing! Kasugamine Academy Part 3

Izumi’s heart-throbbing story comes to a close as Itaru pitches an idea to Sakyo.

NOTE: Part of this backstage story does take place in the play of the “I Come with the Night” event. While it isn’t a spoiler for the event itself, please be aware that it does feature the characters and vaguely follows the story of the play.

Part 1 || Part 2

Izumi: Haa, haa…. Umm, I turn right here, then ring the doorbell up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right twice… [1] Hm, the command….?

When I messaged the LIME ID written on the card, I got a reply back from Tadano-kun saying, “Teacher, help me….!”

He sent a message with an address and a map simultaneously, so I quickly headed in the direction of that location.

Izumi: (I don’t know if something happened, but it seems like an emergency.... I have to hurry!)

I thought I should’ve messaged Futami-sensei, who’s responsible for Tadano-kun’s class, but it’s in the late evening, and in the first place, I don’t even know Futami-sensei’s contact info.

Not being able to get in touch with him his vexing, and in a panic I rushed to the location without a second thought.

Izumi: (If I remember correctly, Shinbashi-kun is a part of Futami-sensei’s class, right? I’ll try asking him if he has Futami-sensei’s contact information later. I have to get in touch with him.) Haa...Haa...I-Is this the place? (It seems like it matches what’s on the map, no doubt about it. Even so, is it really this building? It seems kind of hard to enter….) (I’m a little scared, but….because Tadano-kun wanted me to rescue him, I must go.)

…..Okay.

Shigeto: Oi.

Izumi: Kyaa!?

Shigeto: ……

Izumi: Oww…. W-What is it? (Who is this person? He suddenly grabbed my arm, and on top of that, it’s like he’s glaring at me…)

Shigeto: *sighs*…. Even though I went through all that trouble saving you in the afternoon, to think after all that it’d end up like this….

Izumi: Eh…..? (Saved me in the afternoon? But that was…No way, that’s not possible.) No, I believe this is the first time we’ve met….?

Shigeto: *sighs*…. Well, that reaction is a given.

Izumi: Eh…..? W-Wait a second…!?

(Isn't his face suddenly inching closer!? He’s got a solid grip on my arm, I can’t move my body!)

Shigeto: I won’t wait.

Izumi: (“I won’t wait,” he says! He’s within breathing distance...!) [2]

Shigeto: You still don’t know even after looking at my face this closely? I am….

Shinbashi: Izumi-chan!?

Izumi: Sh-Shinbashi-kun!?

Shinbashi: Let go of her!

Shigeto: ……

Izumi: Why are you here, Shinbashi-kun…..?

Shinbashi: I happened to see Tadano- at the station, and I thought it was strange at this hour so I quickly chased after him, but I lost sight of him midway through. When I took a good look around, I went searching in this area because this isn’t a place high schoolers come to at all.

And then, I saw you get involved with this guy, Izumi-chan.

Shigeto: ….I’m not involved in particular.

Izumi: Oh yeah, I also got a message from Tadano-kun on LIME….

Kondo: !! Eh, why are you…..

Tadano: ……

Izumi: Tadano-kun and Kondo-sensei!? Eh, why are the two of you together?

Tadano: Izumi-sensei, help me!

Kondo: Hold it, oi! Tadano!

Izumi: Ehhhーーー!!

(What does he mean by, “help him?” What kind of relationship does Tadano-kun have with Kondo-sensei….?) 

Based on the situation where she doesn’t know what’s going on, the first thing Izumi says is….

Options: A: Just who exactly are you, Shigeto?

B: Shinbashi-kun, what should we do in this situation?

C: Kondo-sensei, what kind of relationship do you have with Tadano-kun?

D: I’ll save you right away, Tadano-kun!

Itaru: ...So with that kind of feel, what do you think about trying to make and sell a romance game paralleling the play this time?

Manager: It’s a great ideaーー

Sakyo: Rejected.

Tsuzuru: This totally feels total déjà vu.

Itaru: Ehh, but I think we should sell something a little different once in a while though~

Tsuzuru: I’ve never heard of a theatre company that sells homemade romance games for profit! Speaking of which, mind telling me what kind of content occurs in each route after the branching point?

Itaru: In Kondo’s route, the heroine’s talent for sports suddenly blooms, and they aim for the three-legged race in the Olympics! In the true end, they get the gold medal.

Tsuzuru: Well, Kondo’s character setting is a married man.

Itaru: In Tadano’s route, the heroine is invited to an illegal gambling house where she awakens her talent for gambling, making a killing as a female gambler! Cha-ching!

Tsuzuru: Isn’t this completely deviating from the romance?

Itaru: …...I guess, to each their own. Of course, there’s not just happy endings but bad endings as well. We’ll need a walkthrough for that.

Masumi: And if you pick my route, the director and I will be husband and wife in the ETERNAL HAPPY END…..

Tsuzuru: I can’t even make a comeback for that!

Sakyo: *sighs*.....

Chikage: What if you make it yourself, Chigasaki? Why not demonstrate your true ability as a gamer, huh.

Izumi: An Olympic athlete and a gambler….

Sakuya: Romance games are amazing!

Manager: Why does curry bread pop up every now and then?

Izumi: But that’s what I’m really excited about.

Chikage: You thought even the director would agree to it if you messily tossed in mentions of curry, huh. 

Sakyo: *sighs*.....He’s not necessarily wrong about that, though.

Tsuzuru: What a schemer…..

Itaru: I wonder who you’re talking about?

Citron: A frightening romance game! [3]

Manager: But it’d be fascinating if we actually make it happen! Please let me handle the BGM!

Itaru: Right? I thought it’d be a good experience for Tsuzuru to try writing a full-scale scenario for a game.  Game scenarios have various peculiarities with choices and branching points.

Tsuzuru: No, thanks. Spare me.

Itaru: But you said you’d write a game scenario for me someday where I’m the protagonist with my own harem. You’re just gonna have to get used to writing this kind of stuff while you can. [4]

Tsuzuru: Of course it’s related to that!

Itaru: ….Can’t you?

Tsuzuru: Even if you make that face, “no” is no!

Itaru: Ehh.

Sakuya: Itaru-san’s passion for games is really amazing, isn’t it!

Citron: Itaru's held strong, too. [5]

Tsuzuru: I think he means, “headstrong.” [5]

Masumi: …..I also want a romance game with you. I’ll make it myself and have Tsuzuru write a happy ending for me and the director.

Izumi: Ehh!? Hold up, Masumi-kun!

Citron: Ooh! In that case, I’ll have Tsuzuru write a lovey-dovey princess game about me and the director….

Sakyo: All of you, every single one of you, utterly rejected!

TL notes and comments:

[1] ↑↑↓↓→←→←

[2] Izumi says 息がかかりそうな距離なんですけどっ....！and I’m gonna be honest, I’m not sure how to translate this but I think this is what it means. 息がかかる can mean “having someone’s backing/having someone’s personal support” but I think it can also mean “breathing.” Throw in 距離 or distance, and the fact that Shigeto is in the MC’s face, I’m gonna assume he’s so close to her, he’s basically within breathing distance.

[3]  Citron says おそろしい, meaning frightening or terrifying, which might be wordplay on 面白い, since Isuke’s mentions that the game would be 面白い, interesting or fascinating, if they make it.

[4] This whole sentence is a disaster. 綴はいつか俺が主人公のハーレムゲームシナリオ書くんだからさ、こういうノリの執筆にも今のうちに慣れておかないと. BUT BASICALLY that’s the gist of it. Itaru is reminding Tsuzuru that he promised he’d write make Itaru a protag with harem so writing Heart-Throbbing! Kasugamine the romance game is a good opportunity to get accustomed to writing romance games like this professionally. He should do it while he still can.

[5] Gotta love Citron and his Japanese (i feel). He says  渋滞 (traffic jam) which I decided to translate as “held up” then mangled it further to “held strong” because it sounds similar to “headstrong,” which is what Tsuzuru says (しぶとい).

Huge shoutout to my amazing friend Medu @hanevma​ for providing me with the story!! 💕💕💕 Itaru day is still on going so I’m hoping I can get one or two more translations up before it ends in the west. Stan a man who plays all kinds of games, even otome games LOL

As always, thanks for reading! If you spot any mistakes or translations errors please don’t hesitate to let me know! I am not a professional translator or localization pro so take this translation with a grain of salt.

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