#no I'm not gonna help you on your japanese fuck off

[bixy]

I never understand why men will talk to me about wanting a japanese gf, like perhaps there's a reason your clown ass is single

[sturnsdarling]

an unlikely friendship

{insp by @sturnioz au} fratboy!chris needs a girls help with a deal, and the only girl he knows he can trust, is fratboy!matts.

vibe check: suggestive between reader and matt at the start, drug dealing, doing drugs (coke and weed), drinking, bad vibes from the other frat boys, reader and chris being enemies to best friends damon and bonnie style

4.7k words (I yapped a bit on this oops)

A/N: this is kind of a follow up to the 'what the fuck is wrong with you' fic but also not really? idk bro its the duo we didn't know we needed. also the song I chose for this is one of the best songs to come out of the shit hole country I call home so give it a listen and i'm also fully aware that an american frat would never play this song but its my story so, kick rocks.

love and cigs, merc

You were hovering over Matt, kissing him through your whimpers as he matched your pace, fucking up into you as you bounced on his cock relentlessly.

Your daily dose of Matt was quickly interrupted by Chris, charging in the room with a spliff hanging from his lips.

"Yo, y/n, I need t'ask you somethin" Chris was completely un-phased by the sight of you on top of Matt, luckily covered by his duvet.

"Chris, what the fuck are you doin, dickhead" Matt said in a huff as you quickly clambered off him and onto to the bed, covering yourself in shock.

"kid, show me somthin' I ain't seen before and I'll start throwing racks over y'both" Chris raised his brows in his brothers direction before turning his attention to you, "y/n I need to talk to ya"

Matt rolled his eyes, pulling the duvet to bunch up over his still hard cock. You pulled the duvet up to cover yourself completely, looking at Chris in complete bafflement.

"can it wait? i'm kinda busy right now, Chris" you shifted where you sat, glancing down at the messy bed and back to Chris.

"nah, it can't" Chris replied, taking a long toke of his joint and dead panning

"you're fuckin' unbelievable" Matt huffed, draping his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into him slightly "what do you want, kid"

"I need to take you on a deal i'm doin' tonight" Chris said.

"what?" you and Matt asked in unison, brows furrowed as Chris' face remained unchanged.

"what? am I fuckin' speaking Japanese or somethin'?" Chris' face scrunched up in annoyance, "I need ya for a deal"

"why me?" you ask, just as baffled as Matt beside you

"cause you're a girl" Chris shrugged, still toking on his joint.

"Chris, there is no way in ever loving fuck you're taking my girl to a fuckin' drug deal" Matt shook his head, annoyance thick in his voice.

Your heart swelled at the pet name, "your girl?" you craned your neck over to look at him, eyes flitting between his.

"yeah, my girl" Matt nodded with a smirk, edging his lips closer to yours as he repeated his words.

You locked your lips over his, your hand instantly coming to his jaw, pulling him into you with a giggle, he returned the kiss, tracing small circles on your shoulder with his soft finger tips.

"okay, if you two are gonna do this shit infront'a me can you pass me that cup cause i'm gonna fuckin' throw up" Chris said, retching at the sight of you and Matt all loved up.

"you came into my room, kid" Matt broke your kiss, pointing his attentions back to Chris as you chuckled

"anyway, s'not happening, find someone else" Matt shrugged stubbornly.

Chris groaned, rolling his eyes, "why, dude, y'being fuckin' annoying"

"why do you need a girl for the deal, anyway?" you asked, curious.

Chris toked his joint, "cause" he blew out the cloud of smoke in his mouth, "the house I'm goin' to is full of little bitches that've never felt the touch of a woman in their lives, you'll be like... bait"

"absolutely fuckin' not" Matt butted in, his voice stern.

"how bad could it really be?" you looked to Matt, somewhat intrigued by Chris' proposition and Chris' ears perked up at your curiosity

"are you stupid?" Matt looked at you instantly, brows furrowed, "angel, I am not lettin' you go to a frat house full of kids that wanna roofie you and fuck you on the campus green, nah, absolutely not" Matts grip tightened around you.

"first of all, i'm not fuckin' stupid, i'm smarter than you so, watch your mouth" you said, tone stern as Chris let out a little 'oh shit' from the end of the bed, "and second of all, i'm fully capable of looking after myself"

"and s'not like I'd let anything happen to her, I'll have her back" Chris added, trying to sound as uncaring as possible as not to let onto the fact that he actually thought you were alright.

"see, Chris will have my back" you mimicked Chris' words, flitting your eyes in Chris' direction whilst facing Matt, your face riddled with a cheeky smile at Chris actually being nice for once.

Matt groaned, rubbing his temples with a stretched hand across his forehead, "I don't know" he sighed

Chris' shoulders dropped, he sighed and rolled his head backwards before taking a deep breath and looking to the both of you, "look, y/n's the only girl I trust t'do this with me, kay? so either she comes, or it don't happen and I really need this deal to work"

You were slightly taken aback by Chris' honesty, shooting him a small smile that was met with a quick eye roll. You looked back to Matt who was looking at his brother, clenched jaw as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought.

"nothing happens to her, kay?" Matt said, after some deliberation.

"nothin" Chris nodded, standing to attention.

"cause I will personally see to your death, kid, like I will actually break every. single. bone. in your body until you're limp and heavy like a wet sock" Matt added, pointing a finger at Chris as excitement swelled in your body.

"super graphic, dude" Chris winced, "but fine, nothin happens or I die, got it"

Seeing Chris back down to Matt was always an interesting sight, it was like watching wolves fight for dominance. You squealed in excitement over the whole ordeal.

"I'm so excited, why am I excited?" You said, cheesing

"because you're a little sadist" Matt laughed, pulling you into a tender and short kiss, "if anything happens, you call me straight away, okay? anything"

you rolled your eyes, peppering another short kiss on Matts lips, "yes, Matthew, I will call you" you couldn't help but smile at Matts protectiveness over you, it was nice to never have to worry, you knew he had you, always.

"good girl" Matt smirked, "now, Chris, get the fuck out" he turned his attention to his brother as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into you.

"be ready by eight, kid" Chris said, walking away but looking at you over his shoulder.

"will do" you chuckled, turning to pull Matt into a sloppy kiss, Chris groaned and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night,

You were getting ready in Matts room, putting on your best 'bait' outfit and applying a smooth layer of red lipstick. Matt watched in awe as you stretched your plump lips open, applying the red tint to the corners of your mouth. You caught him staring at you in the mirror and chuckled at his slack jaw appearance.

"maybe you shouldn't go" Matt said, coming up behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Matthew" you rolled your eyes, putting the lid on your lipstick and turning around, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, "everything will be fine, I'm a big girl, okay? I can look after myself"

Matts hands snaked around your waist, making you arch into him, "I know, angel, but-" he sighed, "you're my girl, I don't really like the idea of you bein' bait for a drug deal, fuckin' hate it actually"

You cheesed at the pet name, it was his favourite thing to call you today and you weren't complaining.

"I'll be fine, I promise" You said, inching your red lips close to his as his lips parted in anticipation, you chuckled at his subtle neediness for you, knowing you were the only one who got to see him like this. You pulled your face away with a smirk and Matt tutted, raising his hand to your jaw quickly and pulling your face towards his with brute force, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

You whimpered on instinct, arching into him as his hand came down to knead at the flesh of your skirt covered ass before placing a firm smack on one of your cheeks. You squealed with a smile, pulling away from him. Matt gazed down at you, red lipstick smeared across his lips. You giggled, bringing your thumb to his lips to wipe the stain away and Matt caught your thumb between your teeth with a teasing bite and squeezed your ass once more.

Your moment was interrupted by Chris once again, bounding into the room with, surprise surprise, a joint hanging from his lips.

"you ready, kid?" Chris said.

You peered at him over Matts shoulder and Matt turned his head to look at him. You dropped your hands from Matts shoulders, stepping out from in front of him so Chris could see your outfit.

"how do I look?" you smiled, holding your arms out in display.

"like a slut" Chris toked his joint and you cocked your eyes to the side with a half smile.

"dude" Matt warned from next to you.

"what?" Chris shrugged, "it's perfect" He grinned.

You hummed a satisfied sound and patted your skirt down, admiring your, according to Chris, slutty outfit.

"lets go, it's eight" Chris said putting his joint out in the ashtray on the table by the door after one final, long toke.

"okay" you smiled, turning to Matt to kiss him goodbye. His hands found your face instantly as you slotted your lips around his, Chris groaning behind the two of you.

"see you later" You pulled away from the kiss, hands wrapped around Matts wrists.

"see you later, angel, stay pretty for me, kay?" he smiled, placing another short kiss on your lips.

"mhm" you nodded, turning to face Chris with an excited smile.

As you walked away, Matt placed an encouraging slap on your ass. You walked past Chris, sauntering down the stairs. Just before he could follow you, Chris' shoulder was in Matts grip.

"what, kid" he huffed, but was cut off by the sight of Matt glaring at him.

"if anythin' happens to her, I will fuckin' end you," he said, his tone threatening as he spoke through gritted teeth.

Chris rolled his eyes, "Kid -" he went to speak.

"I'm serious, Chris. She's very fuckin' important to me and if she gets even close to hurt 'cause of you, we will have big fuckin' problems" Matt added, glaring at Chris.

Matts tone made Chris shift in his skin, completely unafraid of his brother but knowing what he's capable of when he's upset.

"m'not gonna let anythin' happen to her, kid, I promise, she's safe with me" Chris said, keeping Matts eye contact to show his sincerity.

"good, I trust you" Matt said, dropping his hand from Chris' shoulder.

Chris prodded the side of his cheek with his tongue and raised his brows quickly, trying not to let on that Matt trusting him was more important to him than anything.

"see ya later, angel" Chris mocked Matt, walking out the room with a chuckle.

The walk to the house was a lot less awkward than you thought it would be.

"so, whats the deal with this whole 'i need this to go well' thing?" you asked, looking to Chris with a cigarette between your lips, "why's it so important?"

"it just is, kid, why you askin' questions like you give a fuck" Chris tutted, looking you up and down with judgement.

You chuckled at his defensiveness, raising your hands in jesting surrender as you let your cig hang from your lips, "alright" you raised your brows and widened your eyes.

Chris looked at you and rolled his eyes with a sigh, pulling the preroll our from its tucked position behind his ear, he put the joint in his mouth and lit it, cupping the end with one hand as he sparked the lighter with the other. He took a long toke before blowing the smoke into the air.

"this house is one of two houses I don't sell to on the entire campus" Chris said, his voice strained slightly as he blew out the smoke.

"right" you said, encouraging him to talk.

"and, as we speak, Nate is at the other, working his Boston charm on the little christian girls of kappa kappa new" Chris smiled at you, raising his brows as he took another joke of his joint.

"and I know that thats a done deal, so, if we get this house tonight, i'll officially be the dealer of the whole fuckin' college" Chris raised his arms, turning as he gestured to the dark, street lamp lit campus.

you chuckled at his gesture, raising your brows quickly, "you sure do have big aspirations, Chris"

Chris tutted, "don't judge me, wise ass, not everyone can be a genius like you or Matthew" Chris mocked your voice as he said his brothers name.

"hey, I'm not judging" You raised your hands again

"you definitely are, kid" Chris rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to the street as he toked his joint.

"nah, i'm not, I think what you do is actually pretty cool" You shrugged, being honest.

"really?" Chris looked to you again, his face screwed up in confusion.

"yeah, you gotta be clued up to be able to do what you do, it's kinda admirable, in a... weird way" you nodded at him, holding his eye contact.

He didn't say anything at first, only fought the smile trying to crawl onto his face. Chris chuckled, shaking his head "thanks, kid, but I don't really need your approval to do what I do"

You rolled your eyes, retreating back into silence at Chris' incessant standoffishness.

When you got to house, you adjusted your outfit as you stood in the front garden, the music booming from the house as Chris finished his joint.

"you look fine, kid, stop faffin" Chris tutted.

"I know I look fine, asshole, I don't need your approval" you copied his earlier words with a grimacing look.

Chris couldn't help but laugh, you were the only person that spoke to him like that and he wasn't sure why he didn't want to throw you in front of a car because of it.

"when we get in there, jus stay close to me, y'don't even need to speak" Chris said, throwing his joint on the floor.

"so what the fuck am I here for then?" You tutted.

Chris groaned, "you know how car dealerships always have a hot chick standing by the car?" he tilted his head at you.

"yeah?" you scrunched your face at him.

"car" he pointed to himself, "hot chick" and then to you

"right" you said, bluntly.

"trust me, I know these boys n' they'll do anythin' to even look at a girl, let alone be associated with one, even if it is through their dealer" Chris added, hearing him speak about dealing made you see how smart he really was, and you felt yourself begin to kind of respect him

"so, just be a hot girl and help you sell product by doing nothing but being a hot girl?" you summarised.

"exactly" Chris smirked, slightly admiring your willingness to help him with this.

"I can do that" you shrugged, throwing your cigarette on the floor and stamping it out under your boot.

"thats why ya here, kid" Chris turned and walked towards the house, you followed him, puffing your chest out slightly and painting your features with a sly confidence.

The whole house was vibrating with people, 'Traktor' by Wretch 32 blaring through the speakers as you and Chris walked through, everyone turning to look at you both as Chris' presence cleared a path.

The whole party seemed to shift as Chris walked in, everyone whispering about the two of you, you heard mutters as you walked behind Chris, picking up the ends of sentences like 'who is that with him?' and others like 'I swear thats his brothers girl'. You had never developed the crippling gene that made people care about what other people thought of them, so knowing that everyone was talking about you didn't bother you in the slightest, maybe thats why Chris asked you to do this with him.

Chris was dapping up people as he walked through, seeing some personal regulars. He introduced you to everyone as 'Matts girl', some you already knew from spending so much time at the boys' frat house, others you had only met in passing or not at all.

Once Chris had manoeuvred you both through to the kitchen, you were met with a sight you despised. An entire group of frat boys, all clad in chinos and polo shirts, playing beer pong, terribly, and chest bumping each other every time the tiny ball entered the red cup.

"this is my personal hell" You said to Chris, resting your arm on his shoulder as you lent your body weight on him.

"you and me both" Chris chuckled, "lets go, it's game time"

Chris walked over, his demeanour shifting slightly as he approached them. He shifted from just Chris to dealer Chris, carrying an ampt up air of 'don't fuck with me' and a broadness in his shoulders that was honestly fascinating to watch.

You followed suit, pushing your hair back from your chest to hang down your back, leaving your cleavage on full display as you adjusted your walk, swaying your hips with purpose and swallowing all the hilarious jokes at the group of boys' expense you were definitely going to tell Matt later.

"yo, Chris, how you livin' bro?" One of the boys noticed Chris as you walked towards them.

"sup, Cody, was' good?" Chris dapped him up, shooting a nod at the rest of the boys' frat brothers.

"who's this?" Cody asked, gesturing to you and looking you up and down, near enough licking his lips at the sight of you.

"This is y/n, she's Matts girl" Chris replied, "y/n, this is Cody, he's the president of the frat" Chris looked to you, shooting you a short look that you understood immediately.

"hi" you smiled at the boy, blinking at him like a cat, "where can I get a drink?" you asked, putting on your best sorority persona.

"I like this girl" Cody looked to Chris who raised his brows quickly in response, "drinks table is over there, sweetheart" He pointed over to the far end of the room, "yo, packer, get Chris' pretty friend here a drink" He turned to shout to one of his frat brothers.

Packer did as he was told immediately, and within seconds you had a drink in your hand.

"Thanks, Packer" you said, brushing the boys hand for a moment as you took the drink from him and took a sip, returning your attentions to the boy who was undressing you with his eyes.

It made your skin crawl, in all honesty you wanted to throw the drink in his face, knee him in the balls and spit on his convulsing body, but, you had a role to play.

"so, I'm here 'cause I heard that your dealer got put away, and you boys in dire need of a new supplier" Chris said, pulling Cody's attention away from you.

"thats right" Cody smirked, trying to be as confident as he could in Chris' presence.

"well, I got everything ya need, bro, what'cha want" Chris shrugged, selling a pen to a writer and being effortlessly charismatic.

Cody chuckled, nodding his head and pressing his tongue to his teeth, "I told you last semester Chris, I dunno if the boys wanna be associated with you like that"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Cody, bro, who's in charge here? the boys? or you?" Chris lightly poked the boys shoulder, asserting dominance over him without even trying.

Cody thought for a moment, looking back at the boys as they continued to be terrible at beer pong.

"that is true" He nodded, looking back to Chris, "but, we gotta try before we buy, you gotta party with us" Cody added.

Chris opened his mouth to speak and looked to you for a moment, you looked up at him, furrowing your brows slightly with a small cock of your head.

"I dunno about that, bro, this ain't really my crowd" Chris said, shaking his head.

Before Cody could try and convince him, your arm was rested on Chris' shoulder once more, getting his attention.

"oh, come on, Chris, the boys wanna party, let's show em how we party" you said, your voice thick with faux encouragement disguising the message you were praying Chris was picking up on.

Chris narrowed his eyes at you and you widened yours, with a tense jaw, he turned to Cody, "alright, lets party"

Cody smiled and wrapped his arm round Chris' shoulder, guiding him over to his frat brothers and you followed them, cheesing at Chris cheekily as he shot you a glaring look from over his shoulder.

"lets do some shots!" you shouted, raising an arm and skipping over to the drinks table to get shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.

The drinks started to flow, and at some point, Chris actually looked like he was enjoying himself.

You and Chris were killing it; you beat everyone at beer pong, declaring yourself the duo of all duo's; at one point you were on a table, pouring straight liquor into Chris' mouth from about three feet up, surrounded by hoards of frat boys all cheering you on; you were arm wresting with frat boys, Chris acting as your coach, rubbing your shoulders and patting your face town with a vodka soaked tea towel as if you were a world champion boxer. It was actually, a lot of fun.

You had ten shots lined up, moving down the line side by side to do five shots each. You both knocked them back with ease, shooting one after the other like it was water. When you got to the final shot, you let out a loud 'whoop', echoed by Chris, who groaned at the feeling of pure vodka slipping down his throat. You held your hands up, asking for a high five of Chris and, in his drunken state, he complied, hitting your hands with his with brute force. You laughed loudly, cheesing at him, giving him a look that he knew meant 'its working'.

Cody and his frat brothers were around you, cheering you on as they struggled to keep up. Cody couldn't keep his eyes off you and, despite the sick feeling it gave you in your stomach, it gave you an idea.

"give me a baggy" You leant up to whisper in Chris' ear.

"what? why?" Chris said, shaking his head slightly.

"Just, trust me" you pulled away from his shoulder, nodding at him and holding your hand up.

Chris reached into his pocket, pulled out a baggy of coke and placed it in your palm, brows furrowed in curiosity as he watched you saunter over to Cody.

He couldn't quite make out what you were saying, but as you approached Cody he saw your whole energy shift, you went from your usual cold and standoffish self to a welcoming and flirty girl, Chris couldn't help but be somewhat proud.

You approached Cody, placing your hand on his chest with the baggy tucked between your fingers and got on your tip toes to talk directly into his ear.

"get your keys out" You said, putting on your best slurring drunk voice.

Cody did as you said, reaching into his pocket and handing you his keys with a smirk. You opened the baggy, keeping eye contact with him as you loaded just enough to sniff onto the end. You raised it to Cody's nose, placing a delicate finger on his nostril, your eye contact never wavering.

Cody snorted the lump of coke off the metal, his whole face scrunching up at the sensation of it shooting up his nose. You giggled, taking the key and licking it clean, batting your lashes at him before placing his keys back in his hand, letting your hand linger on his for a moment before turning away and walking back over to Chris, your face dropping from a smile the instant Cody couldn't see your expression.

Chris laughed, shaking his head in slight awe at you as you rolled your eyes, still swaying your hips, knowing Cody was looking at you.

"that was genius" Chris said as you reached his side, leaning on the counter and pouring yourself another drink.

"I know" you shrugged with a smile, taking a sip and turning back to face the party.

Chris watched as Cody bragged to his friends about what had just happened, telling everyone how hot you were and how good Chris' coke is. You nudged Chris with your shoulder and he grinned down at you, you cocked your head towards the frat boys and he pushed your shoulder jestingly, walking over to the group of boys, reaching into his pocket and handing out baggies, taking rolls of cash in return.

You stayed tucked away against the counter, watching as Chris pulled in cash endlessly, handing out bags of coke and weed to almost everyone at the party. At one point, he didn't even need to ask people if they wanted anything, they were coming to him and all he had to do was name his price. You smiled behind your cup, knowing that this is exactly how he wanted the night to go and happy that you got to be a part of this strange exchange.

Through the crowd of people, Chris found your eye-line, shooting you a grateful wink, one you returned before slamming your drink.

you pulled out your phone, vision only slightly blurry from the amount you had drunk. You messaged Matt, letting him know that everything had gone perfectly and that you and Chris were actually getting along.

You were snapped out of your text conversation by Chris saying your name, "you ready to go, kid?" he asked.

"yes, desperately, I can feel myself getting stupider just be being here" you groaned, following Chris as he walked you both through the party.

the walk home was actually, nice.

"when you loaded that key for him, I actually thought the kids knees were gonna buckle" Chris laughed, taking a long toke of his joint before offering you some.

You shook your head at his offer, reaching into your bra and pulling your cigarettes out, placing one in your mouth and using the end of Chris' joint to light it.

"dude he was literally shaking, like even being around me was enough to make him cream his pants" you chuckled, smoke leaving your mouth as you spoke.

Chris keeled over in laughter as he walked beside you, "it was fuckin' genius, kid, you're comin' on every deal with me when I have t'pretend to like those fuckin' losers"

"I'm happy to be of service" you said, curtsying at Chris with a ridiculous smirk on your face, your cigarette dangling from your lips.

Chris just laughed at your gesture, shaking his head as he toked his joint. You both walked in comfortable silence for a while, heading back to the frat house. You thought about the night, about how if you had told you a week ago that you would go out with Chris, and actually enjoy yourself, you would have laughed in your face.

"you know, I had a really good time tonight" you said, surprise thick in your voice.

Chris looked over to you and a cocked brow, "don't sound too surprised kid, m'not that bad"

"nah, you're not, you're actually kinda pleasant to be around when you're not being a cocky shit" you jested, pointing your cigarette at Chris accusingly.

"thanks, I guess" Chris chuckled, "you're not too bad either, kid"

you gasped, holding your hand to your chest, "did the Christopher Sturniolo just admit that he actually likes hanging out with me?" you said in exaggerated shock.

Chris rolled his eyes, taking a final toke of his joint and flicking the dead butt in your direction, you laughed, dodging the attack and ashing your cigarette at him.

"don't get too crazy, I wouldn't say I like hangin' out with ya" he smiled, "but I did have fun"

you walked the rest of the way home in silence, only breaking it to occasionally giggle about the events of the night or for Chris to tell you he needed to 'take a leak'. You had a surprisingly nice night, and for the first time since you had known him, you were beginning to actually like Chris, finally seeing what Matt meant when he says that he isn't 'all bad'. Chris shared your near admiration, seeing you for more than the confrontational, for lack of a better word, bitch that was fucking his brother and best friends with his girl.

It was an unlikely friendship, but it was definitely blossoming.

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[i-cant-sing]

Okay okay, I have another idea-

Yandere dad Nanami x Nanami reader

I've made yall see the menace Fushiguro reader who we all love and adore, but let's talk about Nanami's daughter who is an absolute angel and polar opposite to Fushiguro reader.

Child reader is just the most well behaved kid, listens to her father always, and since Nanami is raising her, she's also going to be very good in her studies because papa Nanami is a very good teacher. I mean, reader is definitely on top of her class and has a whole wall dedicated to her awards and medals. She just has to show off her math skills when she plays cafe (because obv she's gonna be a baker who bakes fresh bread daily for Nanami to buy and make sandwiches) and uses Monopoly money.

And when I say reader is polite, that is the understatement of the history. She just cannot bear to offend anyone! She has to put "-san" with everyone's name and has to address them correctly. "Yuji-san! Megumi-San!" And "pervert-San!" Which is Gojo, because of course Nanami has told her to beware of him and only address him as "pervert-san".

"But my name's Gojo!" He tells you, but you're so distressed because dad told you to call the white haired man wearing a blindfold/glasses "pervert-san" and it'd be rude to address him as anything else!

And Nanami adores his kid so much. She's such a perfect child, never breaks rules (don't talk to strangers or Pervert san.) and is such a goody-goody. He is a present father, he makes time for you. The Jujutsu sorcerers can wait, the world can be saved by someone else, but he needs to attend your school play at all costs. And even when hes not around for the day, he has raised you to be a very responsible child- like you even go get the groceries on your own when dad is late! (Like that Japanese show in which they send kids to shop on their own)

But of course, there are times when he needs to be away for longer periods, so he needs to hire a babysitter. His top choices: Shoko(although hes a little hesitant since you have a morbid curiosity learning and Shoko would happily let you accompany her to the morgue), Yuta, Maki, Megumi + Yuji + Nobara.

Who is NEVER allowed to babysit you? Gojo.

Gojo babysits anyway. (He fr steals you from Megumi trio)

And Nanami just comes home to Gojo and reader eating takeout and he's just like "Y/n, how could you let Pervert san in your home and eat with him?" And reader's just on the brink of tears and is trying to defend herself "b-but you said to be polite to guests! And Pervert-san bought food for me. Wouldn't it be rude to not share it with him?" *reader's teary eyes* and then Gojo is like "you'd rather let your child starve? Can't you see how tiny she already is?!" *Gojo's teary eyes* and Nanami pops a vein "it's not cute when you do it!"And then kicks Gojo out of the house.

Even though reader can dress herself up appropriately, she still has to have her hair done by Nanami, no matter what age. At some point, reader probably realises that it's something Nanami needs more than she does. It's a tradition, you think, but it's actually a coping mechanism for Nanami to deal with the fact that you're "growing up" and don't ask him to watch cartoons with you or read you bedtime stories anymore🥺

And Sukuna??? He takes one look at you and he's already decided he's gonna be mean to you, but then the more time you spend with him and Yuji, the more he realises.... its just not worth being mean to the only person who is so sweet to him and actually greets and talks to him like he's an individual person and not just a parasite inside Yuji's skin. Like reader just goes "Sukuna-san! I'm painting Yuji-san's nails but he can't pick a color. Will you help?" And he's like "Alright, fuck it I'm taking this brat with me when I comit mass murder. She's safe."

I feel like Nanami will allow reader to have a fairly normal childhood, so he keeps his yandere tendencies at a bay. It's when you start growing up and as he says "the others try to taint you with momentary pleasures" that his yandereness begins to show. Honestly, it's just more of his protective tendencies coming to light than anything else. He thinks people don't have your best interests in and sometimes he's right, but how else will you learn if you don't experience it?

Also, if you do end up having cursed energy and the ability to see curses, I think that's when Nanami starts spiralling down. He does not want you to become a Jujutsu sorcerer, he wants you far far away from the Jujutsu world completely. He can't- he can't allow what happened to Haibrara happen to you. He can't allow your innocence and naivety to be tainted by the horrendous world of curses. He'd rather risk you hating him forever as he locks you away than allow you to put your life at risk for others.

You are his priority. Your safety is his priority. You'll understand in due time why he did what he did, so while his heart does break hearing you cry and beg to be let out of your room, he doesn't regret putting you in there one bit.

Nanami sighs as he continues prepping your dinner. Guess he'll have to add some crushed sleeping pills so that you don't get sick from crying your bodyweight out (or more like he can't bear to see you in such a pitiful state.)

God save the poor souls who do end up kidnapping you.

[sirxlla]

Perfectionism

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Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Prompt: Dick came back from a bad patrol and doesnt wanna talk anyone besides you because 'they think less of him' in his mind (request @nesting-dreams for the idea )

Notes: Gender Neutral, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Dick practically dragged himself into the apartment, he thought he was hiding it well but he wore the sadness, stress and anxiety unmistakably on his face.

He was the first son, the example for all his other brothers. He felt such a pressure to be the ideal hero from everyone around him. Dick knew it was him just being a perfectionist probably but that pit in his chest wouldn't leave that easily.

He had found you in the kitchen making dinner. It smelled sweet but also so savory, his stomach was just aching for food. Your little bare feet padded against the ground as you moved around the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm home." Dick states as his arms moved around you from behind, you could just feel the tension rolling off him and you hands laces with one of his as you turn around in his arms.

"Rich, what's wrong?" It was exceedingly obvious something was wrong. The burner was turned off so you didnt have to worry about burning dinner and even if so he was more important.

"Do you...I- I feel like...Am I a disappointment? I fucked up tonight on patrol...Bruce sent me home early. I just..." He trailed off and was clearly beating himself up.

"Baby, I'm sure he's not disappointed." You attempted to reassure your sweet man, your hands had to reach up to touch his face because he was quite a bit taller than you. You closed the gap between you to by pulling his head down to your shoulder so you could hug and comfort him easier.

He hugged you and just burried his face in your neck, bending over like this was quickly uncomfortable so he picked you up and set you on the counter to help level the height difference out.

"What if I mess up and someone dies?"

"Baby, you are probably the most perfect and skilled in your family and you almost never mess but My Love...you are still entirely a human. Your humanity is what makes you so efficent and good at what you do...Jason and Damian dont have that, Tim bounces off the walls like a crack addict and Bruce often cares more about vengence than anything else. You're as close to perfect as perfect can be...If you were anymore perfect I'd have to dump you cause I'd feel unworthy." You joke sincerely at the end there to try to bring his mood up a bit.

"I made this like Japanese Curry stuff, do you wanna try it together?" You asked him trying to get his mind off all this and cause you knew he hadn't eaten and that probably wasn't doing him any good.

"It smell's amazing, Honey. Whats in it?" Dick mumbled into your shoulder, he was very hungry but he was so prideful.

"Just like steak pieces, carrots, potatoes and it's got some rice I'm gonna pair with it."

Dick moves out of your way and lets you prepare the food, he's starving but he won't tell you that. Once the plates were down and both of you sat at the little kitchen table you had, you held his hand with one of yours as the both of you ate.

The gesture of just holding his hand was just gentle reassurance and as his stomach was filled the worries and anxiety slipped from his mind, plus he'd never had this food and it was very quickly a favorite of his. Turns out his anxiety was just him being hungry and a bit of a perfectionist when it came to himself.

Masterlist

[danieyells]

Upcoming Cards!

Woah, two cards this time?? I wonder if they're both coming out today or if one is for Monday. . .it'd be nice if we had more of a warning this time. . . .

The City cards return with Kaito! And we get a glimpse into Jiro's bedroom in his Room card!! Based on the encyclopedia order I think Jiro's comes out first assuming they both don't come out today?

I don't have a lot of commentary today lol i feel like i normally yap more lately. . . . .if you're wondering what made this take so long there's a fucking mosquito in my room that keeps buzzing in my ears and distracting me lol

Who allowed him to be so cute. Baby. Also in the character card he looks like he's not as close to the wall as he thinks and he's going to fall backwards into it while trying to make himself look cool leaning hehehe

Character Card: Sweet Snowball(「氷菓が恋で溶ける前に」  "Before The Ice Cream Melts With Love") Skill: Idle Days(「他愛ない日常」  "Trifling Daily Life") Fully Awakened Skill: Trending Sweets(「流行りのスイーツ」  "Trending Sweets") Warding Card: Chaos Combo Pair Shot(「騒音ツーショット」  "Noisy Two-Shot" apparently "twoshot" is usually used for photos of couples alone together lolol)

FEET FOR FREE!! His hair being lighter in his character card makes him look a bit like Romeo lmaoooo he doesn't look relaxed at all! Why is he planking! He's beautiful af tho tbh he looks so soft in the warding card. . . .

Character Card: Blurred Vision(「ぼやける視線の先には」  "Beyond The Blurred Vision") Skill: Morning Dizzyness(「朝のめまい」  "Morning Dizziness") Fully Awakened Skill: Nap After An All-Nighter(「徹夜明けの快眠」  "Sleeping Well After Staying Up All Night") Warding Card: Reading Light(「窓から差し込む読書灯」  "Reading Light Streaming Through The Window")

New cosmic bonds! As usual I don't know what cards are in these, although they often involve the cards coming out.

Someone To Lean On (「頼れる背中」  "Reliable Backs")

Complete Cast (「役者は揃い」  "The Actors Are All Assembled") is this going to be. . .one of every single ghoul. . .please say it's the R cards. . . . .

Sinostra Savegery (「暴虐のシノストラ」  "The Atrocities Of Sinostra" could also be read "Tyranny of Sinostra". And yes the official english 'savagery' is misspellt lmao)

That's everything today! I'm gonna hopefully sleep without getting bit by this mosquito and maybe I will see you all Monday! Happy May to those who observe the Gregorian Calendar!

Remember that gacha is gambling and gambling is a serious addiction! All cards rerun eventually, so please moderate your spending and keep to reasonable limits if you choose to spend! If you find yourself struggling with gacha or gambling addiction(or any other addiction!) please know that help is out there. Reach out!

My reading comprehension is better than my listening comprehension in Japanese but I'm still heavily reliant on my dictionary so please take my translations with a grain of salt!

Eat well, sleep well, and try and live as carefree as you can, no matter the situation you find yourself in. It's harder and harder, I know. But try and find some time for silliness and good rest.

Here are the stats to send us off!

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #23: NCT Taeyong Holiday Sex in Tokyo – Daytime

This is the 23rd story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrity: NCT Taeyong (x Female Reader)

Sex Content: Missionary, From behind, In public/people watching

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 1.6k

Story: Taeyong fucks you – his girlfriend – against a large hotel room window in broad daylight, much to the delight and horror of the citizens of Tokyo.

“Thank you so much for taking me here,” you say and kiss your boyfriend's neck. You're standing behind him in front of a large window and he turns his head and smiles.

“Put some clothes on,” he says, his voice suddenly stern which surprises you. Tokyo Tower and a wide open park can be seen outside, and it has dawned on the man how much is at stake.

You're exposed. Even a blurry photo at a distance, of his shirtless body with a naked woman, could be devastating. In fact he should put some more clothes on too.

“Pfft,” you say and try to lighten his mood. “You said you wanted to be more daring this year. So take a risk. Let's have sex again.”

Taeyong's eyes widen and he twists his torso to stare at you. “Here?” he asks, referring to the exact spot you're standing in. That would be daring indeed.

“On the bed!” you say and point. The sheets are in a tangled mess from the fun you've already been having, on this tourist trip to the capital of Japan.

The bed might not be visible from the park down below, but certainly from adjacent buildings and the tower. It's in plain view from the wide and tall window. Taeyong didn't seem to mind it before, but now that you're naked right by the glass he can't help but worry and rightfully so.

He doesn't respond though. You can tell how hard he's thinking. But when he sees your breasts and cute face, and feels your hip with his hand, how can he resist?

He turns around to close the curtains. “No,” you say and gently grab his arm to stop him. “I'm gonna miss you. You promised.”

“So stay,” Taeyong says before he gives you a soft kiss on the lips. You know that he knows that you can't and merely chuckle.

The kiss triggers something though. The trip has been amazing, filled with sightseeing and sex in your hotel room, in between Taeyong's meetings and recording sessions. He may still be working, but it's your first big trip as a couple. Of course you're going to fuck one last time before you go.

There's a Japanese man in his 50's some 250 meters above ground. He's on the upper viewing platform of Tokyo Tower. He's excited, because it's his first time in the capital. But as he slowly turns his head and body one-eighty degrees, scouting the nearby buildings with his binoculars, he never expected to see what he sees. He'll lugg while telling his friends about it back in the village.

What he's spotted is Taeyong's naked ass moving in wide, erotic motions on the hotel bed. He's on top of a an equally naked woman.

Though the man can't make out the details at this distance, and certainly not tell who the people are even in the off chance that he's into Korean pop music, Taeyong's face is twisted and strained.

His dick feels incredible inside you. You've only been together for a few months but he always fucks you so well. The bed shakes against the wall and Taeyong's soft, smooth skin and hardworking muscles feel great in your hands.

The man has to put the binoculars down or he'll get hard. The sight of your naked body from the side, being plowed by your young boyfriend, would turn anyone on. If only he knew who he’s observing.

*****

“Ahh, ahh, Taeyong!” you moan while your boyfriend thrusts into you on the bed. Your voice is low and soft but dripping of passion. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

Taeyong loves it when you moan his name. You can't ever imagine that sex with him will get old or boring. Your simply connect and work so well together.

He pants lustfully above you, then starts to heave and chip for air. “Huuh, huuh, Ah-ah-ah-ah!”

That's when you know it’s time to change positions. You don't want him to come just yet.

*****

“Mommy look!” a young boy says and points. His mother who is seated on a bench in the park looks up at him then follows his finger with her eyes.

She quickly springs up from her seat. She rushes to her son and grabs him. She pulls his arm and swirls him around, never taking her eyes off the window across the street.

A few floors up a woman is pressed against the glass. Her hands and face are on it. Her legs are spread wide and the exposed breasts shake. She's clearly having sex, a naked man hugging her from behind.

“That's rude!” the woman exclaims and frowns. The boy wrongfully assumes she’s talking to him – that he has done something very bad – and though he never understands what is going on and the memory will eventually get distorted as he gets older, this moment will forever stick with him. It has a strong impact on the rest of his life.

*****

Your breath is fogging up the glass. Taeyong's gentle hand on your hip and ass feel good. His rock hard dick glides in and out of you from behind while he hugs you and massages your boobs. Being naked with the world at your feet is such a rush.

You're glad that, in the heat of things, Taeyong is daring after all. Your hot body has effectively taken his mind off the risk and potential consequences.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you,” you moan.

“Huuh, Huuuh, ahh, ahh, ah-ah-ah-ah!” your boyfriend heaves and pants behind you.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm,” you whimper against the window, as you spread your legs wider while he pushes and pulls on your hips. “Mm-mm-mm-mm, yeah, yeah, Taeyong, Taeyong, yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me!”

Your eyes are mostly closed but sometimes you open them wide. The view is simply amazing and the dick feels great. It’s almost surreal to be here, in this enormous city, surrounded by skyscrapers, with a lush park right in front of you and your sweet man treating your so well. There are just so many layers of pleasure to the whole experience that you can easily let go of the fact that Taeyong never said it back.

*****

“It's not him,” a girl who stands in the window of her apartment kitchen says and rolls her eyes.

“Yes it is!” her best friend exclaims, visibly excited.

“It kind of looks like him,” a third friend muses while trying to zoom in with her phone and holding it still o focus the image.

She isn't really a friend though. She wasn’t supposed to be invited, and she doesn't even know who NCT are. But she desperately wants to be cool, and she isn't above lying nor recording the couple who sit naked in each other's arms after the sex act against the window. She'll do anything if it means that she can feel like she belongs even just for a day.

“Oh my god it is him!” the first friend exclaims when she glances at the screen for the millionth time. From this angle they can see Taeyong’s face much better. “But who is she?”

“I don't know but she's sooo lucky,” the second girl says. Her eyes are wide as she leans in close to the third girl and studies the screen.

“Yeah, so lucky,” the imposter who is holding the camera says. She has understood that the man is someone famous but keeps digging her hole of lies deeper.

It doesn't matter in this moment. She feels really good about being part of this shared experience which they can talk about at school. Surely Taeyong – whoever he is – having sex will help her finally belong.

*****

“I'm gonna miss my flight,” you say and smile when Taeyong holds you close and kisses your neck. You still haven't put your clothes back on and time is running out.

“I know,” he says calmly and sniffs your hair.

You giggle. “You've got to let me go. I'll see you in a week when you return.” You look up and kiss the man on the lips then add: “Will you make it?”

“Stay,” Taeyong says and gives you his best puppy eyes.

You get up from his lap and pull away. His hand lingers on yours for as long as it can. You get out of bed and parade naked in front of the window without thinking about it.

Outside, the man with the binoculars finally decides to move on. No other tourist has stayed in the tower for as long as him on this day.

The mother and child have long since left the park but not before she took a photo as evidence. Her instinct was to show it to the police but she never would. She realized it wasn't worth the effort, and overcome with a strong urge to protect her son she may have overreacted to the sex in the window.

None of the three girlfriends in the apartment have moved from their spot. “Where’s she going?” one asks.

“Oh my god, look at his dick,” another exclaims when Taeyong's fully exposed body on the bed is revealed, when you finally leave him alone.

“He can fuck me any day.”

You'll soon have plenty of regrets about this day. But Taeyong has it coming, and a part of you will take joy from his suffering.

[ditizygirl]

Editblr is a breeding ground for idolatry, ableism, racism and so much more all for a community about putting images together.

I've been here for only a year but I feel like I've seen it all, and the excuses oh my god the excuses. You are all 15-19, you should not have the mental capacity of a 8 year old. Your common sense is non existent and almost all of you guys are so fucking stupid it's pissing me off more than any god can understand. You are old enough to have logical thinking skills, you may have a disorder and it may be a reason but not an excuse.

Alot of you have forgotten the saying "Think Before You Talk" and I've sure as hell done alot of thinking. This is my deep dive into editblr.

Ableism

Typing quirks are a way of personal expression but why do so much of you hate to add plain text. I can understand to extent because plain text hates my head because of how long it can be but I'm not gonna act like a little bitch about it. I'm gonna add my typing quirk or even fonts itself to it.

I'm gonna ask someone to help me, or to do it for me. Stopping making excuses for ableism. Alongside with the typing quirks, your psds are ugly and eyestrainy. Psds also fall under racism because I have no idea why you guys are ignoring the fact some make dark skin characters lighter but in the case of ableism most of them are really bright and makes it hard to see.

Orange and brown? Green and yellow? Blue and brown? Why are you putting colours that can be so much eyesore together? And won't even tag as eyestrain and when someone does ask you only do it for one post.

Romanticization

This one is weird as fuck and I see no one mentioning it. Editblr highkey has a ddlg problem, this "little girl" aesthetic you guys have going on borderlines ddlg alot and its icky. The baby talk typing quirk is disgusting, stop it.

I'm not one to judge how someone copes with their trauma but what I DO judge is how you act when majority says its uncomfortable. Now this section I'm a bit unsure how to phrase it, gotta love dyslexia, but that isn't going to stop me.

There's alot of very uncomfortable romanticization of stalking which I've seen so much of alongside abusive relationships and the justification of these things.

Racism

Really can't escape this one unfortunately. Many of you are like kpop idols, you're too dyslexic towards the difference between appropriation and appreciation. Incase you forgot let me remind you.

You can not gift japanese names. Gifting names is a native practice therefore you can only gift native names. Also I've noticed you weirdos befriending people just to use their cultural names. I can't even say it east asian fetishization because its only Japanese.

Also for the love of God can you guys stop saying nonmem and non women especially when referring to sexualities. It's not hard to simply say "queer attraction to women" and "queer attraction to men".

Coming back to the "gifting" names thing, I think it's interesting how all of you conveniently have a Japanese friend who "gifted" you the name of a cute pink anime girl. Maybe I'll do a post later on how much of a bad liar you guys are.

Closed symbols is also another big problem you all have. No matter how much times you're told you can't use something you always cry "but my friend from xyz culture said it was ok!" One person can't speak for a whole culture. You're nothing but a coloinzer in disguise hiding behind the idea of aesthetic. If you want to know if a symbol is closed just use this site.

Goddess Personas

Yea this one is getting a whole section of its own. Like any people I am uncomfortable with goddess personas, especially being someone with biblical sources. Now the idea that a teenager on the internet is making people call them a goddess is strange isn't it?

In my opinion, they're all annoying, copy and paste, and I think not a lot of people talk about how the really bad ones get. You all love to indulge them, make them think they have power over them. You put them on a pedestal and praise them and get surprised when it all goes to their head?

Stop giving 14 years old power, stop indulging in their habits and letting it go their head. Forcing people to refer to you as their goddess? Their Lord and saviour? Their idol? Someone they must listen to? It creates a power inbalance which always leads to the weirdest of manipulation. Also all the engagekiss copiers are so obvious why would you want to copy the identity of a groomer? It says alot of about yourself if that's what you think is ideal.

Callout Posts

Now, personally, I believe that the only reason a callout post happens is because someone was affected, does it not? Very rarely would a callout post would be a fake one, especially if someone has more then one. If you defend someone who has more than one call out post that's on you and you're gonna end up making one some day I can genuine you that. People don't make them for no reason.

This is all I have to say for now. I hope you guys really consider what I have written here, or not, considering the fact you guys have shown multiple times you lack reading comprehension

@starriesse @dollicous @doveinne @firstgf @kiochisato @lamboll @cherryshh @narcbf @lavendergalactic @npditary @sprinkleoverdose @necroangelz @eskeys

[nkyslover]

` ` OOPS! I'M DOOMED...

whoops, looks like you caught yourself in quite the situation! when your homeroom teacher pairs you up with satoru gojo, your one and only; academic rival, for a project, your conflicted. as satoru himself would say, "sorry honey, the world doesn't work like rainbows and sunshines."

mara's notes! — back with another lame fic, i genuinely might have writers block or something because my ideas are non existing atp😭 send help yall PLEASE and i hope u guys enjoy it!!

"satoru gojo and y/n y/l/n, you both will be together for the project time."

you couldn't stop your eyes from widening as you froze in your seat.

satoru gojo!?

what the hell did your homeroom teacher think she was doing? pairing two people who absolutely despised each other, together for a project!?

your sure she knew. how could she not? you two are the only ones who compete in competitions that involve alot of debating, in another word, arguing?

or how you both would start to argue about how to pronounce different vowels in japanese, and how he'd ask you questions you didn't have the answer to when you'd be doing a presentation?

it was pure hatred.

"class will be dismissed in 5 minutes, until then, please pair up with your partner and discuss." your teacher smiled, before diverting her question to her book, scribbling notes on it. chairs started to move, and you start to frown. how are you gonna survive?

she stops, glancing up. "also, there will be a total of 6 times you will have to meet up. its a must, and you must complete these 6 meet ups to make sure you haven't missed anything."

your done for.

"get back here!"

god he was fast.

but that was all you could hear. okay, you may or may not be sprinting or running for your life away from the tall white haired boy who was chasing after you.

"leave me alone!" you cried, shoes hitting the ground as you turn the corner, huffing and puffing as you hope he leaves you be.

"why are you running!?" he yelled, turning the corner after you and following you down the hallway of the big academy. you manage to not bump into anybody as you dodge the crowd. "because your chasing me!" you screamed, as other students gave you both knowing looks. it was probably normal, then again.

"fuck— stop running! really, i'm not gonna stop until you stop!"

you turn another corner into a more secluded hallway, and then you trip, foot slipping as you yelp loudly, bag falling out of your hand as you fall forward, if it wasn't for a pair of arms slipping around your waist, you definitely would have face planted!

but then again, that's how you ended up in an empty study room in the library. satoru gojo had dragged you there, and he was too strong to even protest against anyways. poor you!

"i want to go home." you mutter, dropping your pen on the page full of notes that you just written. "after this, we have 5 more meetings to make so just keep writing or we won't get anything done now."

you frown.

"stop looking at me like that." he lifts his head, eyes meeting yours as he narrows his eyes as a silent threat, you don't hesitate to pick up your pen and keep your head down. "bully." you mindlessly mutter under my breath.

he's gonna act like that didn't tug a small smile at his mouth, yeah.

a few days later, you think your more than halfway through your project. wait, you think? maybe it's because you've been telling satoru off for being lazy when he's the one telling you off, and oh, we can't forget! you may or may not have caught him staring at you. you blink, and suddenly his eyes are on the book, which is odd. are you going insane? maybe it's the air of his dorm room.

okay, you might have been spending time in his dorm. he might have been feeding you snacks, and you both might have been bonding.

that sounds like a crime.

you also have his number now! he sends weird messages, did i mention?

gojo: sugs told me u have a date???

gojo: btw u need to cancel it bc we need to study some extra contents on the project

you: wait what??? but we've finished the project

gojo: i told u we need to study

gojo: get ur ass in my room before i drag u

you: i can't cancel the date it's a date gojo

gojo: too bad too sad, im waiting

matter of fact, he did have to drag you. and you actually didn't mean to blank the guy you had a date with but it wasn't your fault. somehow his contact disappeared from your phone. you didn't have a lock on your phone, but at the same time you didn't suspect anybody.

that makes you more unlucky.

now, your labelled as "satoru gojo's girlfriend" but how the hell did this even happen? maybe you didn't even realise when you started to fall in love with him, gaze meeting with his, hands accidentally touching when you'd walk together, and the butterflies in the pit of your stomach when he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear when it got in your face.

whatever, young love, as they say!

[redxx95]

Tachibana & Kurosawa parallels that are making me go insane

Hey guys so I had some Thoughts that are not letting me go so I did some digging and now I'm gonna present yall with my findings. They are horrible. (Spoilers for volume 14)

So how this all started is me wondering if Kurosawa ever feels a little guilty about entering a relationship with Adachi, since things could've been a lot easier for him if he'd simply gone out with a woman (to him it would've been Fujisaki) instead. He often mentions Adachi could've been happy without him, after all.

Then I remembered this bit from the end of volume 14 about how Adachi doesn't know how to deal with advances because Kurosawa was always intercepting them for him and decided to properly translate all of it.

"Adachi felt guilty, but him not understanding the tactics of love or how to evade invitations is my fault. I don't want anyone to take him away, but I also don't want him to ever learn any of this. Of course I can't tell him that though."

Tactics of love, huh. You mean like...

Giving little compliments... (The phrasing here is almost the same in japanese except Tachibana is using polite speech)

Offering favors...

Invading personal space...

Going "hey you like this thing, why don't we do this thing together?" ...

Helping out when they're weak and vulnerable...

You mean tactics like that? Man it sure is convenient that Adachi remains blissfully unaware of any of this huh. Okay So. Before you raise your pitchforks at me, yes there's obviously some nuance in all of this. Kurosawa is doing all of this to befriend Adachi, first and foremost. He wants to be closer to him because he loves him. Tachibana (as far as I can tell) just wants to get in his pants lmao Also Adachi's a Grown Ass Man and can definitely make his own decisions, and it's not like he got really manipulated either, since he could read Kurosawa's thoughts and intentions the whole time. I could still see Kurosawa having some self-doubts about their relationship though, if he ever realizes that he might have "manipulated" Adachi into a relationship that is objectively worse for him, considering the alternative of being with a woman and completely evading all the problems they've had with homophobia. Not to mention that Adachi is clearly good with kids and might want some of his own, which is something he can't have with Kurosawa, since adoption requires couples to be married in Japan and gay marriage is illegal, as we know. What if Kurosawa ruined Adachi's chances to lead a happy life, for his own selfish reasons?

...

Now, here come my truly insane speculations about vol 15 and how this could tie in with drama around Matsuura :)

So on that last page she's clearly approaching Tachibana, who, as we can read pages before, wants to get black-out drunk to forget all his romantic woes. Which means he will be very talkative to a nosy Matsuura. There's no doubt in my mind that he'll reveal literally everything to her, how he wanted to go for this cute, inexperienced coworker named Adachi and how he got told to back off by his big scary boyfriend named Kurosawa. "Oh yea they work together at Toyokawa. I even told him it's really risky to date coworkers, can you believe it?!" Matsuura just goes "Oh that is Interesting."

She might even try to get under Kurosawa's skin by drawing parallels to his harassment in vol 1 and him pursuing Adachi, since Kurosawa has a higher position in their company and earns more, and Adachi being inexperienced. One could easily construe this as a power imbalance between them. Throw into the mix the issue of being "forced into a relationship that's looked down upon by society" and the looming threat of their relationship being revealed to their workplace and Kurosawa might truly spiral, maybe even breaking up with Adachi, just to fulfill yet another parallel to Tachibana.

Man would that be fucked up or what haha

[dr-spectre]

hello!

I've seen your hypnoshades callie stuff alot on my feed, and I just kinda had a question for ya.

if the hypnoshades were, indeed, a metaphor for drug abuse by celebrities...would that not make Octavio an enabler, as he allowed Callie to utilise the hypnoshades (and most likely aided in the creation of them) ??

(this does not make Octavio a totally irredeemable bad person, at least not in my opinion. Perhaps it's the only way he knows that he can help Callie, maybe . It's just something that I've noticed that's never really been brought up in the other stuff that you've written).

Okay.... here's the thing about the hypnoshades. it's pretty obvious that Splatoon 2 in someway was rushed and that includes the story mode. It came out 2 years after Splatoon 1 and it launched with not a lot of content. Unlike something like Octo Expansion or ROTM where there is lots of explanations on things and how things work, in Splatoon 2 there isn't that and it's incredibly rushed. We don't fully know the circumstances of what happened to Callie and how Octavio gave her the shades, all we know is that Callie was like "ok fine I'll hear you out" and joined the Octarians cause of reasons I've said a trillion times lmao.

Octavio for sure did some bad shit let's not kid ourselves. He is the antagonist and he's not gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. In some way yeah he enabled Callie to use the shades and therefore she ended up getting addicted to them. Her rematch dialogue in other languages shows that Callie is attached to the shades and is a bad coping mechanism for her because well... She's still doing the acting gig and it's still hurting her.

Heck even Marie in the Russian translation says "why are you so attached to those stupid glasses? Callie, those glasses are only getting in your way!"

However this addiction is actually kinda treated like a joke and makes Callie seem more like an idiot and that.... pisses me the fuck off to no end. I get that Splatoon is silly but this is just near character assassination to me tbh.... Especially how the community treated her in that time.... But i digress.

I still don't think that Octavio is some vile monster that abused Callie in some way shape or form. He treated her as best as he could in that scenario, he didn't restrain her, he didn't force her into anything. He let her decorate bases and do other things because it helped boost the morale of the Octarians, hell the Octarians got inspired by her and made music with her vocals and stuff like that.

I truly believe that the hypnoshades are just that, hypnosis shades. Octavio probably made them for Callie so that she's less likely to just suddenly run off, which is still fucking bad mind you. Callie was willing to stay and yet Octavio was like "just in case....." But here's the thing also, hypnosis isn't mind control and you can't brainwash people with them. The term "brainwashing" is only found in the English translation of the Japanese script and so far we don't have retranslation of the original script and I'm not gonna fully trust the English translation. As a Sonic the Hedgehog fan, i know that some English translations can fuck up important details and completely change the tone of the story so easily lol.

Octavio is more of a caring person than he is not. He has been shown that he does care for troops but he's just a little bossy towards them and he has to be because his race is on the brink of collapse. He has to make these quick and bad decisions to save his people. When his people got kidnapped by Mr. Grizz, he immediately went looking for them and wanted to get revenge. And when he finds out Mr. Grizz did it, he drops his hatred for the New Squidbeak Splatoon and helps them out. His people are his top priority.

Hell if you want the ultimate proof that Octavio isn't the worst person in the world, Callie went with him to the Low Water Party after Octo Expansion, Octavio would not bring a hypnotized Callie that was missing during the events of Splatoon 2 to a fucking rave party, everyone would get his ass lol. So yeah, a Callie not under the influence of any shades went "yeah I'll rave with you!!!!"

She even smiled when Octavio came down to rescue Neo Agent 3 when everyone else was shocked, if that doesn't scream that they are good terms then i don't know what will.

Sorry if this seemed very rambly, when people talk about Hypno/ Octo Callie in any form i lock THE FUCK IN lol!

[mjis0nfire]

DPxP5 - The Mansons' Host Kids

The foreign exchange program was a surprise, but not entirely unwelcome for Sam. Until her parents dropped the bombshell that they will be hosting two of the kids. For fuck's sake, one of them is literally a model despite being her age - blonde hair, blue eyes, thin and pretty, magazine covers and interviews- God the more she looks at her picture the more she looks like Star.

Her new host brother doesn't look all that better - a jock posing as a punk with that bleach-blond hair.

She hates it.

And she hates it even more when they actually show up and act all sunshine and smiles, especially the girl, Ann. It's just a reminder of the conventional 'family' Sam's parents wished they got to enjoy.

She doesn't even notice the piercings on Ryuji, Ann's variety in her bags, or how the two cringe and shrink in at how painfully cheerful her parents are to have them as 'part of their family'. She just gives them the cold shoulder. All of them. And rants to Danny about her frustrations when Tucker starts begging for Ann's number.

That resentment bubbles over one night when Ann stays with Sam to help clean after dinner. Especially as Ann tries to ask about her fashion to fill the very purposeful silence.

"You can drop the act, yknow." Sam cuts her off, annoyed.

A tone that seems to genuinely confuse the blonde. "Sorry?"

"The whole smiles and rainbows and tolerant shtick. I can smell the bullshit from here. Your poser friend doesn't help matters."

Ann's eyes widen a bit at her bluntness before she settles. "I'm not bullshitting you. And I don't think Ryuji would count as a 'poser'-"

"Please, he's got 'jock' written all over him. Like he's just trying to be 'cool'. It's not gonna work. Not on me."

Ann can't help but give a huff of a laugh. "And here I thought those cliques were just for crappy American movies-" She stops her tease when she sees Sam's glare her way.

"He hasn't run in over a year. Not competitively. And he dyed his hair our first year of high school. Mostly so I wouldn't be the only blonde in class."

That gets Sam's attention, softening her annoyance a bit. Come to think of it... It is odd that a Japanese girl would have flaxen blonde hair...

"I ask about your fashion because I'm genuinely interested. It looks good on you! And I know Japan has different fashion subcultures than here, so I don't want to be insensitive or compare it to something it's not, yknow?"

"Seriously?" Sam asks with almost a laugh in her voice.

"Seriously!" The blonde's smile brightens. "I didn't come here to poke fun at Americans. Well- not too much anyway." She quickly and jokingly corrects herself. A joke that actually gets Sam to chuckle a bit.

"We deserve most of it, honestly."

"Heeyyy, don't lump yourself in with that!"

The two girls finish the dishes quickly, but still linger in the kitchen for a long while, chatting and swapping stories and fashion tips. Turns out Danny’s host siblings are friends with Ann and Ryuji.

Maybe this whole thing won’t be so bad.

[megacarapa]

blabbing for 5 hours about this chilchuck i printed

the reason i printed him was this

as important as chilchuck's message here is that's not actually what i wanna rant about i just wanted to share random thoughts i had in the process of making this

naturally the first thing i noticed here was the different spelling of marcille's name marking this as an early fan translation, so i thought if im doing this i might as well go out and get a version with the proper spelling

the other version i found actually doesn't mention marcille's name at all which could maybe work better, but something about the phrasing of it made me want to use the first version after all

i like the clarity of the line "if you keep pretending you're fine". "bluffing" works too but bluffing is a word that can be used in many other contexts, you can bluff about pretty much anything, but when you read "pretending that you're fine" you immediately know what he's talking about

i also like the italics on the word more which immediately tells you that this is his response to marcille saying some bullshit like "i don't want to be a burden"

and the last thing i really like is the kinda brutality of the phrase "when your body gives out and you collapse" as opposed to the simple "when you get hurt" like he's REALLY laying it on thick and telling her exactly what's gonna happen if she keeps being stupid, like yes you are a burden but don't sell yourself short you can be even worse than this if you don't take care of yourself /SLAPPED

in the end it's not like i even know which one of these translations is closer to what he actually says in japanese, but i just felt that the way i went to look for a ""better"" translation and then immediately didn't like the one i found was interesting so i wanted to try and break it down for myself

anyway as for the printing, obviously when i printed him out he only took up a tiny bit of space on the otherwise blank paper, but i cut out a few more pieces of the same size and glued them all together with chilchuck at the top to reinforce him so it's not just a wimpy paper that can be easily crushed in lucy's wallet

as for the rest of the paper i just used that as a base to do all that gluing on and i'm glad i was able to use up the entire paper like that in the end instead of the alternative of just throwing the rest away

recently i was at a workshop where we were using a lot of paint, as we were getting closer to finishing our project i asked the guy leading the group what we would do with all the leftover paint when we were done, would we just draw something random on the side to use up the leftovers? that's what i usually do

then there was like these 2 seconds where nobody was saying anything and then another girl who was there made the comment "wow peter that's a very environmentally conscious thing to say" SHE LITERALLY SAID IT LIKE THAAATTTTT. IS IT WEIRD?! I THOUGHT IT WAS A NORMAL THING TO THINK ABOUT? anyway my question got just kinda shrugged off and in the end i don't know what they did with the leftovers bc i had a headache so with everyone's agreement i left when we finished the project rather than sticking around to help clean up

anyway back to chilchuck, i stuck him under my 3 homestuck volumes to press for a while, then i covered him with tape like he's a fucking high school cheat sheet just to secure him a bit more and thats it yayyy

i feel like maybe i should’ve glued some more layers on and actually now that i think about it we do also have proper photo paper that i could’ve printed on but wtw it's done now and if he dies at any point then i can just have fun printing him out again

i also like this because chilchuck looks like me so it feels like i printed out myself saying this to lucy, hm maybe i should've made it like this instead

[writingforstraykids]

Be nice

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 2983

Summary: Sometimes, Chan helping him out isn't what Minho wants, and this time, they get into a fight. Later that day they talk but it never stays at that with them...

Warnings/Tags: angst, minor fight, fluff, lots of kisses, teasing, smut, top!chan, bottom!minho

Minho stares at the ceiling, wondering if Chan would join him at some point tonight. The lights of passing cars illuminate the room, and the continuous sound of raindrops hitting the bedroom window calms him slowly. He hates getting into fights, especially with Chan. His boyfriend was a sweetheart, but when he got mad, everyone else felt like hiding and let him deal with it. Which was exactly what had happened today. 

Six hours earlier 

Minho scrolled through his phone as his stylist made the last adjustments to today's outfit. They'd be giving an interview soon, and he was a little nervous since it would be in English once again. Understanding wasn't the problem, but the time his brain needed to process the information and grasp some words together for an answer was simply too long. He hated it, wishing he could participate more, and Chan knew how upset he could get because of it. Nevertheless, he had repeatedly told him that he'd take over the Japanese, becoming more fluent than the rest. One of their staff members came up to him, and Minho greeted him politely. 

"The company feels like you're going to be left behind with all those English interviews coming up." 

"Sorry?" Minho asked, confused. "I'm here, aren't I?" 

"Yes, but a lot of this promotion is focused on English, so we need you to open up more," he told him. 

"What's going on?" Chan asked, strolling over as he saw the utter confusion on Minho's face. The staff member repeated himself for Chan, who frowned. "Why? You're not pressuring any of the others who struggle with that either." 

"Well, they try, at least. Everyone knows they won't get any new bits of information from him, though," he told them, and Chan glanced at Minho, whose face fell. "We need you to try at least." 

Minho was hurt by that because everyone knew how much he struggled with it. Nevertheless, this was his job, and he knew he had to put in some work to excel. "Okay," he nodded quietly. 

Chan placed his hand on his lower back and shook his head. "There's no need to pressure him like that. You all know I always try to include him."

"You may be the leader, but you're not the babysitter," he told him, and Minho closed his eyes in defeat, knowing Chan would be pissed now. 

"It's okay, I'll try harder. I'm sorry," he said, and Chan opened his mouth to protest. "Just let it be, please," Minho said before stepping away from them and sitting down on the sofa next to Felix. 

"What's going on?" Felix asked gently, but Minho didn't get to answer as Chan came over. 

"Why don't you stand up for yourself?" he asked, and Minho stared at him blankly. 

"You're serious right now? You do know your position as the leader is a little more secure than mine, right?" he asked defensively. 

"They're not gonna kick you out just because you tell them to fuck off once in a while," he said. 

"I got kicked before, didn't I?" he gave back and grabbed his phone. "Just stop, they're right you're not my babysitter, Chan, I can handle it." 

Chan huffed. "You're right. I'm your boyfriend, and I'm there when you're in trouble." 

Minho contorted his face. "It wouldn't have been a problem if you didn't waltz in and take over once again." 

"Now it's my fault they're telling you that stuff?" Chan asked, offended. 

"Chan. That's not what I said, and you know it," Minho sighed before pushing himself up. "Stop, okay? It's embarrassing." 

Chan stared after him as Minho left their room and closed the door a little too loudly. He took a deep breath before following him outside. Minho was leaning against the opposite wall, nervously fidgeting with his hands. "Min, come on," he said softly. 

Minho closed his eyes in defeat and shook his head. "I mean it; you're not making things easier. I know I'm shit at it, but you defending me for being shit at it makes it even more obvious."

"I was trying to help, okay? That's all," Chan said. 

"I don't want your help, okay?" Minho told him. "I love you, Channie, but I have to figure out some things on my own. Stop hovering." 

Chan looked at him for a long moment before going back inside. Minho sighed, knowing he was beyond pissed now. 

This time, Chan didn't mention him once or ask any questions to include him. He kept his distance during the game they played, and once they were done, Chan packed up his stuff. "We're going home," he told him firmly, and Minho blinked at him surprised. 

"I thought we were getting dinner with the -," he asked, but Chan's firm look made him stop. "I suppose not, then," he said, grabbing his bag. 

The others watched them nervously as Chan opened the door and let Minho out first, who waved at them with a halfhearted smile. As soon as the door closed, Minho turned toward him. "You're an asshole." 

"Excuse me?" Chan asked firmly, gently pushing him in the right direction, and kept walking next to him. 

"Why would you spoil our group dinner just because you're pissed at me? They were looking forward to it all week. I was looking forward to it." he said. 

"You're a grownup, you can still go," he shrugged, and Minho stopped walking. 

"You know what? Maybe that's a good idea," he told him. "Because you're being ridiculous right now, and I'd rather enjoy my evening instead of hiding until you calmed down." 

"Great, fuck off then," Chan said, not noticing the tears shimmering in Minho's eyes. Minho didn't answer and dropped his bag to his feet before turning on the spot and returning inside. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag before leaving. “Fucks sake,” he cursed.

Jisung watched him worriedly as he stepped inside. "You're okay?" 

"Not really, but that's between me and Chan," Minho told him, accepting the hug he offered. If there was one thing that he cared about, it was not pulling the others into their disagreements. Their relationship shouldn't weigh heavy on the group mentality. 

Two hours earlier 

Minho came back later that night, waving Changbin goodbye, who had driven him home. He sighed softly as he pulled the door close behind himself and slowly walked into the living room, spotting Chan on the sofa. "Hi," he said quietly. 

"Hey," he said, not looking up. 

"You should've come, it was fun," Minho told him gently, trying to make peace. 

"It wouldn't have been with me hovering," Chan said sourly. 

Minho nodded more to himself. "Okay," he whispered, putting his keys on the kitchen table. "How long?" 

"What?" Chan asked, irritated. 

"How long do you need until you can look at me again and talk to me without being pissed off?" he asked calmly. It wasn't meant as an insult or tease but to check his boundaries. 

Chan put his phone down and stared at him, a little startled. "What?" 

Minho closed his eyes for a moment, reminding himself to stay calm. There was no use in exploding and triggering Chan's response even more. "Listen, love," he says very gently. "I had an amazing evening, and I don't intend to ruin my mood with another unnecessary fight. I missed you there, okay?" 

"Why? I thought you don't want a babysitter?" Chan said before he could think it through. 

Hurt filled Minho's eyes as he grabbed his keys from the table. "Now you're just being mean," he told him, clearly disappointed, and made his way upstairs. 

Chan groaned at himself and leaned back into the sofa, rubbing his face. 

Now

Chan still sits on the sofa, unsure if Minho would like him to join him tonight. By now, Chan knows Minho has every right to be disappointed, and deep down, he knows he didn't mean any harm telling him to back off a little. He is still hungry and craving that amazing noodle dish, Minho made them a few days ago. But now is hardly the time to ask him for it, having no idea how he made it. 

He looks up as Minho slowly comes down the stairs, his breath hitching when he sees him. Minho is wearing nothing but boxers and a shirt he lent him, his hair framing his face beautifully. Chan is once more reminded of how effortlessly beautiful Minho is at all times. Minho's eyes meet his, and the world seems to stand still for a moment. "Min, I'm sorry," Chan says softly. 

Minho walks past him into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. Chan gets up, hesitantly making his way over and leaning against the kitchen island opposite him. Minho puts down the glass and searches his eyes. "You had dinner yet?" he asks. 

"No," Chan shakes his head. 

Minho sighs softly and opens his arms for him. Chan doesn’t hesitate and practically throws himself into his arms, hugging him tight. Minho gently runs his hand through his hair and plants a soft kiss on his head. "I know you meant well, Channie love. It's just…" 

"I don't make it easier, I know," he nods. "I just hate seeing them treat you like that." 

Minho places his fingers beneath his chin, lifting his face. "I have you, at the end of the day, I don't care what they say," he says, rubbing his thumb across Chan's lower lip. "We both know they're right, I have to try sometimes." 

Chan smiles softly and sinks deep into his eyes. "Did I ever tell you how adorable you are when you try though?" 

Minho's eyes brighten up, his smile growing shy. "Not since we recorded Drive." 

Chan smirks, cupping his face. "Mhm, the day of our first kiss. You were too adorable to resist." 

"So that's why you finally confessed your feelings," he teases lovingly. "I don't think I ever saw you that shy again." 

Chan mindlessly brushes back his hair, caressing his cheeks. "I was scared to ruin our friendship." 

"Technically, you did," Minho grins and searches his eyes. "We're way more than that now, aren't we?" he asks and turns, kissing the palm of his hand. 

"There's just one thing that bothers me," he tells him, and Minho frowns softly. "Your last name." 

"What?" Minho blinks at him. "Go blame my parents, thank you very much," he protests, gently shoving his chest. 

Chan grins before taking his hand and mindlessly fondling his ring finger. "I intend to change it one day," he says, and Minho's eyes widen, realizing what he is on about. "When all this is over, I'll officially make you mine." 

Minho chuckles softly and rolls his eyes at him. "You're so cheesy," he giggles. 

Chan smirks and pulls something from his pocket. "Until then, I want you to hold on to this for me," he says, sliding a subtle silver ring up his finger. 

"Channie," Minho breathes out, stunned. 

"Happy birthday, Minho baby," he says sweetly after checking the time. It’s only a few minutes after midnight. 

Minho's heart is about to burst, and he pulls him in, kissing him hard on the mouth. Chan's lips crash onto his, a soft moan leaving his lips that shoots straight to Minho's stomach. He sinks his hand into his hair and presses himself close. "Love, I need you. Right now," he whispers against his lips, and Chan takes the hint. He lifts him up, chuckling as Minho wraps his legs around him. Minho kisses him heavily as Chan maneuvers his way through the living room and up the stairs. He doesn’t even bother turning on the lights and sits down at the edge of their bed. Minho straddles his lap, hands cupping his face as he kisses him passionately. Chan sinks his hand into his hair, pulling him back as his lips travel down his neck. Minho moans sweetly at the sensation and presses him closer to his skin. "Chan, sweetie," he pants, and Chan hums questioningly against his neck, sinking his teeth into his skin. "Lube. Now." 

Chan chuckles at his impatience but reaches for the table next to the bed, grabbing the lube from the drawer. Minho takes it and slips from his lap, chest heaving softly from their heavy kisses. 

Minho leans down and captures his lips in another short, soft kiss. "Take it all off," he whispers before grabbing the hem of his own shirt. 

Chan doesn’t need a second invitation and pulls Minho back down on his lap as soon as their clothes are gone. He hungrily kisses him before getting up and lowering him back on the mattress. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he tells him quietly, and Minho smiles sweetly beneath him. 

"Please don't make me wait," Minho answers just as quietly, reaching out for him. 

Chan flicks the bottle open and pours some lube on his fingers. He spreads Minho's legs, and his hand disappears between them. Chan watches his face in awe as he starts to open him up. Minho pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss, arching into him as Chan adds another finger. As soon as Minho tells him he's ready, Chan grabs a condom and prepares himself quickly. He pushes in with slow, careful movements and can’t help but groan when he is fully buried inside him. "Fuck." 

Minho beams up at him, softly burying his fingers in his hair and pants at the pleasant stretch. He takes a moment to adjust before nodding. "Okay," he whispers, and Chan starts moving. He watches him full of adoration, brushing back a curl that's already sticking to his forehead, and places his hand on his neck, thumb fondling his cheek. Minho presses their foreheads together as Chan thrusts in deep, both moaning at the feeling. "Feels so good, Channie hyung," Minho tells him, and Chan growls softly at the honorifics. 

Chan's bracing himself on his lower arms, gently playing with Minho's hair. He leans into Minho's touch as the younger one caresses his cheek, and their lips brush together, moans and soft sounds of pleasure echoing between them. Minho's head falls back, toes curling as Chan manages to hit his prostate. His hand shoots up, nails burying themselves in Chan's shoulder. A punched-out sound leaves his lips as Chan buries his nose in his neck simultaneously, gently licking the spot he previously sunk his teeth into. "I got you," Chan rasps against his skin and hits his sweet spot again. Chan watches Minho’s face flood with pleasure, lips falling open with soft whimpers and moans. Moonlight dances across his dark hair, highlighting every significant feature of his face.

Minho chases his lips, moaning into the kiss loudly, and wraps his legs around Chan’s waist. “Don’t stop,” he pants, gripping his hair tightly. “So close…”

Chan kisses a trail down his jaw, keeping the same pace as Minho’s hips start to stutter beneath him. He reaches down between their bodies, wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping him fast. “Come for me, baby. Make a mess,” he rasps into his ear, and Minho does, whimpering his name as he paints their chests. Chan picks up the pace of his thrusts, knowing Minho only likes to be overstimulated when he’s in the mood for it.

Minho smiles at him lazily as Chan falls apart above him, lovingly fondling his hair as the older one collapses onto him. They lay still for a moment, both catching their breaths before Minho speaks up again. “We could’ve done that earlier, maybe you wouldn’t have been sulking all day then..”

Chan giggles and weakly punches his arm. “Fuck you.”

“I thought you did already,” he teases, kissing his hair. “I’m joking.”

“I know,” Chan snorts before pushing himself up. “We need a shower.”

“You still need dinner as well,” Minho reminds him.

“Yeah, about that,” Chan starts, and Minho snorts softly. 

“You’re addicted to that dish already, aren’t you?” he asks, and Chan blushes. “You always are when I try something new,” he giggles. 

“You know me too well,” Chan laughs. 

“Of course I do,” he smiles smugly. “And, of course, I’ll make it for a very late dinner,” he tells him and gently pats his back. “Now get off me, you big baby, before I get too lazy to move and decide differently,” he says, laughing as Chan does so immediately. 

After their shower, in the dim light of their bathroom, Minho sees the scratch marks he left on Chan’s back and contorts his face softly. He gently brushes his fingertips over them and meets Chan’s eyes through the mirror. “I’m sorry.”

Chan smirks before turning and wrapping his arms around him. “One of the reasons I call you kitten, it’s fine,” he assures him, and Minho fondly rolls his eyes at him. “Also, I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I can help you out with the English stuff at any time.”

Minho stares at him, amused for a moment, before squinting his eyes at him. “You know why that’s not a good idea?”

“Why?” he asks, clearly confused. 

“You’d have another excuse to fuck me stupid and blame it on me speaking English,” he smirks, and Chan’s jaw drops. 

“How is that bad?” he asks, playfully offended. 

“How is that helping with learning? I’d be distracted the whole time, and we’d get nothing done,” he protests. 

“It would work like a reward system, which is quite effective, by the way,” Chan smirks. 

“Oh wow, he’s speaking English, but somehow he can’t walk straight anymore. I wonder why,” Minho thinks out loud, and Chan starts laughing.

“Shut up, I was being nice,” he giggles. 

“I’m just being realistic,” he grins. 

“Buzzkill,” Chan snorts.

“Be nice, it’s my birthday,” Minho pouts playfully, squirming away and laughing as Chan tickles him.

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[ask-postcrash-curly]

Anyway. I'm back, had to do some job applications and then do some wedding planning stuff with Daisuke. I really don't care for weddings too much, but between us two (mostly Daisuke) we got a lot of family, most of which is excited for a wedding so. Yeah. Anyway, storytime of how me n Daisuke came to be <3 We met after I saw you off for your last haul. We were both nineteen at the time, and you introduced us. Said you didn't know him well but thought we would make good friends. We talked for a little bit before we decided yeah, why not. We exchanged snaps (dunno if you have something similar in your universe) and omg we instantly hit it off. Talked every day. He told me about how things were going, what was happening on the ship, etc. Apparently one time you (well, my universe you) were leaning against a wall and Daisuke was a tad confused on what you were doing. Turned out you fell asleep, some fucking how. Guess all Curlys are cursed with insomnia. Side note, you once told me as a kid you pretended to be a horse sometimes and would try to fall asleep standing up lol. Anyway yeah, wormhole happens. Daisuke was really shaken up over it and had horrible survivors guilt for a long time and he also closed up a lot. But due to the lawsuit, he had enough money to afford therapy and go to art school like he always wanted to. Before the accident he took a gap year because he felt like he wasn't really sure of anything, but his parents insisted he had to do something with his time other than laze about, so he got the internship and that's how he came to be on the ship in the first place. Then he took another year off between the accident and going to college because he was still hella traumatized. And then he got into art school at 20! (Hooray Daisuke!) Anyway, the school he ended up going to was in my state so started hanging out a lot and ended up dating right after he turned 21. We've been dating since, but he actually accidentally proposed a few months ago and it was really cute lol. We were watching some movie (It was a Japanese horror movie called Kairo. There's an actor in it who looks a lot like Daisuke. (note for mod: That character is who Daisuke is actually based on!)) and Daisuke stood up to used the bathroom and a neat little box tumbled out of his pocket as he did so. He kinda panicked and sorta half yelled "Did you drop this?!" while picking it up and holding it out to me. I tried really, really hard not to laugh but I failed. Daisuke thought I was rejecting him (poor guy) but I just opened the box and put the ring on my ring finger and pulled him into my arms. God, I love him so much. I asked him about it after and he was really embarrassed because he was "waiting for the right moment" and honestly, he could've proposed to me if I was throwing up violently and I still would've said yes. We're gonna combine our last names cuz I wanted to keep mine and Daisuke wanted me to have his. We played rock paper scissors over whose would come first and I won lmao. Some of the lawsuit money is going towards the wedding. (I'll consider it your wedding gift) Anyway, have a song (It's in japanese, I'll turn on the subtitles for you) https://youtu.be/3CXjujyQXbY?si=CAmPmCXuxo3jqSDI -Madz

Hey there, Madz. Nice hearing from you.

Hold on, so in your world you've got live communication with us while we're up here? Brilliant. Have to say, I'm very jealous. Haha. I fell asleep against a wall? Damn. I can't even fall asleep lying down. Some Curlys have all the luck. (Oh. Wait. Nevermind. Sorry.) Hmm... Can't recall if I ever tried that, but I tried a lot of things to fall asleep as a kid so it stands to reason.

Poor kid. He does know it wasn't his fault, yeah? Glad he was able to get help... And art school? Wow. Good for him! Hooray Daisuke!

Accidentally? This I have to hear. Kairo... haven't heard of it. He— "Did you drop this?" Hah! Aw, poor Daisuke. Glad it all worked out. Congrats on the rock paper scissors win too, hah.

Good, good. (Least I can do, hah.) Another song? Let's hear it!

Wow, that's intense. Wasn't expecting such exciting visuals. Not complaining though! It's fun! Thank you very much for it.

[cyb-by-lang]

okay so my guess for which nine-tailed jinchuriki. you don't have to say if i'm right of course but i think it's Naruto. he's like, what, five now? it's been so long since you published the CYB chapter when he was born (and like a million other things happened that night 🥲) but i vaguely remember Kei being 14-ish? maybe?

my reasoning: 1) Kushina should have way more control over Kurama, so i'm not sure she'd even be able to (unwillingly) enter V2 mode. .... but that does raise the question of, if it IS Kushina, what the fuck pushed her to that?? but yeah mostly i just don't remember her ever doing V2 in CYB or OSF.

also, 1.5) i cannot imagine Kushina and Bruce being in the same room without some kinda consequences. her patience for emotionally constipated men would be incredibly limited lol, she'd either have him hiding away or she'd speedrun the whole "Fix your relationship with your SON before I BECOME HIS MOM" deal.

that said, i think Kushina and Alfred would be best buddies. idk if Alfred knows Japanese, but assuming he does, they'd be too powerful together lololol

2) if it's Naruto, then that's maximum emotional pain and plot drama/shock value for both Kei and also kinda Bruce. bc not only has a child been ripped away from his family and thrust into an unfamiliar and hostile world, the V2 cloak tends to burn the jinchuriki's skin off right? so upon Kei getting Kurama to chill, Bruce would see a small child in incredible pain and we all know that kids are his ultimate weakness. plus he'd want to interrogate Kei about it, since jinchuriki are supposed to be "weapons" and this is a whole ass child and what the FUCK is going on in her home world that this is a relatively normal thing??? Keisuke. Keisuke please tell me this isn't normal. What do you MEAN there's another one his age???

and for Kei, she suddenly has a part of her family with her, but Naruto doesn't deserve this at all. with Kushina, Kei could at least get a sense of security, bc that's her adopted mom who is stupidly smart and might be able to help figure out how to get back home. but Naruto would unfortunately add more problems. at least Isobu would have a sibling to talk to either way.

and 3) yeah, a baby jinchuriki wouldn't have a whole lot of control over Kurama in this kind of situation. and Kurama, being less dickish thanks to Kushina and Kei this time around, would probably get super protective of Naruto getting yoinked to another dimension, and if they met hostility upon arrival, then Kurama would 100% start swinging

4) this one is more of "i think this would be adorable" and that is Naruto being added to the Wayne household. the SHENANIGANS! the panicking Bruce and/or Alfred when a bored Naruto gets up to stuff. Tim potentially bonding with a high energy child (imagine the PRANKS!!)

and i know Naruto is too young to have mastered his "talk-no-jutsu" but there's nothing like a small child to forcefully pull a family together, he'd have a pretty solid chance of getting past Bruce's emotional walls (those walls wouldn't necessarily be knocked down, Naruto would just find a metaphorical "window" in a wall, stick his head through, and yell at Bruce to come out and play. how could Bruce resist??)

so yeah, my guess (or maybe just hope?) is Naruto. i really wasn't expecting other jinchuriki to show up, so i wonder if this is gonna be like in Ocean Stars Falling? lol now i'm picturing the Wayne Manor getting filled with nine more over-powered shinobi and Bruce banging his head on a wall for the stress of it. he and Doctor Fate would certainly have their hands full!

so very much looking forward to the next chapter (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

So, funny story, I couldn't figure out a way to respond to this without giving up a spoiler for chapter 13, so I held off for two weeks despite wanting to say MANY THINGS.

And here we are.

I did genuinely think about having Kushina along, but it was one of those choices that would have reduced the tension because Kushina would be someone Kei could confide basically everything in. On top of being more in-sync with her version of Kurama, she actually doesn't go wild the same way an inexperienced host does.

I'm aware that the Minato-centric bonus manga indicated that if anything, canon!Kushina was way less experienced than even Kei in her first couple of weeks. Like "real chance of going berserk if she steps foot out of the village without her bodyguards" inexperienced. It's simply not the case in CYB.

Then I thought about Naruto as a four-year-old, but then remembered that Kei could probably not be trusted with too much more stress. Can you imagine how badly she would've reacted to seeing a kid she's actively helping raise get the experimental subject treatment? She's leaning on all the restraint she has already.

So far.

Also, a genin Naruto offers certain leeway in interactions that caring for a preschooler doesn't. Which is more fun. >:3c

For the record, I did consider either of the Ginkaku and Kinkaku, or Sora, or an alternate Minato, but each one offered either too much or too little competence.

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Had a fic idea ... Here's a dialogue to best express it...

Minho, on the phone: Baby I'm breaking up

Felix: I'M PREGNANT

Minho: first of all I meant my phone is breaking up and I'm having trouble hearing you.

Felix: ohhhh

Minho: second of all... You are? Is it twins? A boy? A girl? A litter of little kittens? Enough to have their very own class where we can teach tjem Korean, English and Japanese. Ooh ooh we can teach them to sing, dance and rap of course. We will send them to school every day and make sure they at least attempt a class in everything. I can't wai- Felix?

Felix, hangs up the call and panic dials Han:

Han: Whats up?

Felix: I thought Minho hyung was gonna break up with me and I panicked

Han: oh god please tell me you didn't do the cliche thing. Please please PLEASE tell me you didn't

Felix, silent:...

Han, ends call and calls Hyunjin: I need a favor

Hyunjin: You must be in desperate need if you're calling for a favor

Han: My twin flame Hyunjined hyung

Hyunjin: Say less. HEY BABE!

Changbin, rushing down carrying twins: Yes?

Hyunjin: Lix did a me and we are gonna to go full UDIM

Changbin, puts the sleeping babies into a crib next to Hyunjin before taking out his phone: oh god oh god oh god

Jeongin, on the phone, sleepily: Hello?

Changbin: Yongbok!

Jeongin: How many times do I have to tell you I'M FUCKIN JEONGIN

Changbin: quit having an identity crisis. This is serious

Jeongin: This better be good

Changbin: Yongbok

Jeongin: I will hang up this phone

Changbin: and I'll kick your ass if you don't let me finish this damn sentence. Yongbok code red operation UDIM activated

Jeongin: well why the fuck didn't you say so.

Changbin: I'm gonna murder you

Jeongin, rushes out of bed: let's focus on Lixah first. I'll grab Minnie and everything. Meet everyone at Lixies

Changbin: on it

Jeongin, hangs up and calls Seungmin:

Seungmin: Hey

Jeongin: Operation Unnecessary Drama llama Mode has been activated

Seungmin: did Hyunjin hyunjin Changbin again?

Jeongin: No worse

Seungmin: oh?

Jeongin: Felix did a Hyunjin

Seungmin, sighs: oh my way

-An hour later-

Felix panicking: He ended with wanting a litter of our kittens around. I'm a human. I'm a man 😭😭😭😭

Seungmin: That's what you get for doing a Hyunjin

Hyunjin: I still hate how thwt is still the name we are calling it but still...

Felix: Help me

Seungmin: I called in a favor.

Felix: Are these the same people that got Hyunjin and Changbin the twins?

Seungmin: Yes

Felix: oh god

Jeongin, walking in with Changbin, Chan, Han, a mother cat with several kittens and the father cat as well as sleeping babies: oh hi Hyung

Felix: WHAT THE FUCK?

Minho, walking in proud: This is what you get for Hyunjining me

Felix: HYUNG!

Minho: I realized I may not be able to knock you up the only way I want but we got all the babies we can ever hope for

Felix: once again... HYUNG!

Minho: Oh and the rest of the guys will be moving in to help

Felix, sits down and pouts towards the ground:

Minho, sits next to him on the couch: How's the proud new mama of four and grandmama of four feeling?

Felix, eyes start watering as Chan hands him one of the babies and the Mama cat brings one of her kittens up to him: They're adorable

Changbin hands the other twin off to Minho: we'll be here to help. And they babies can all grown up with each other

Felix: thank you

Everyone watches as the cats bring the kittens up to snuggle on the couch by Felix's side as the babies feed off the mum

Tears fall from Felix's eyes.

Felix: I love my SKZ family