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Lucky Star: KWON JI-YONG x READER

summary: you're a member of 2NE1 and it's finally time for you and your group to debut. thanks to a minor distraction, disaster almost struck moments before you're supposed to go on, but luckily ji-yong is there to save the day--and your career.

word count: 4782

tags: fluff, slightly steamy flirting at the end

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Pre-performance chaos filled the shared dressing room: staff rushing in and out, adjusting outfits, reapplying makeup, and running through final checks. The other members of your group, 2NE1, were occupied. Chae-rin was discussing something with the stage manager, Minji was stretching in the corner of the room, while Bom and Sandara were warming up together on the couch.

And you?

You were staring at your reflection in the mirror, barely tuning into the noise around you. Your hands fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, your stomach flipping for reasons you didn’t quite understand. Well, objectively, it was understandable: the time has finally come for your group’s debut, but your mind was elsewhere. There must have been a deeper reason, right? Maybe it was excitement, maybe nerves. Or maybe—

"You’re gonna rip your outfit if you keep doing that."

A familiar voice snapped you out of your trance. You turned your head to see Ji-yong leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with an amused smirk.

You immediately let go of the fabric and frowned. "I wasn’t—"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe I was. But don’t you have BigBang things to do? Why are you here?" You huffed, your nerves jumping out through your vocal cords.

“Am I not allowed to support you?”

You gave him a look. "To check on me or to annoy me?"

His grin widened. "Can’t it be both?"

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the mirror, but you could still feel his gaze on you as he walked in and sat down next to you. It was unnerving, but not in a bad way. More like a “why does he always get under your skin so easily” kind of way. It wasn’t just the way he teased you—it was the way he lingered, the way his presence wrapped around you like a thread you couldn’t quite pull loose. He had always been like this, effortlessly slipping past your defenses with a smirk and a well-placed comment.

And yet, beneath all the banter, there was something else. Something quieter.

You weren’t sure if it was in the way he watched you now, eyes flickering with something unreadable, or in the way he always seemed to notice the things no one else did. But whatever it was, it made your pulse stutter in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. And everything to do with him.

"You’re nervous," Ji-yong said after a moment, his tone light but knowing.

You scoffed. "I am not."

He tilted his head. "You only mess with your clothes when you’re overthinking something. I’ve seen you do it a hundred times."

That made you pause. "You… noticed that?"

He blinked, like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. He hadn’t planned on admitting how much he noticed—the little ways your nerves showed, the way you tried to hide them. But he saw it all. He always did.

And for some reason, it made something tighten in his chest. He didn’t like seeing you doubt yourself. Didn’t like the way your fingers curled around the fabric of your outfit like you were bracing for something to go wrong. He wanted to fix it. To say something that would make that crease in your brow disappear, to remind you that you had nothing to prove to anyone.

He quickly recovered, however, masking the thought with an easy smirk. "Of course. I am very observant."

"Or maybe you just enjoy making fun of me."

"That too," he admitted, grinning. "But seriously, why are you nervous?"

You hesitated before sighing. "I don’t know. It’s stupid."

Ji-yong leaned against the back of the couch, watching you expectantly. "Try me."

Again, you hesitated. You opted to pick up your mic and just play around with it. Carefully, of course. You couldn’t have it damaged moments before your performance.

You certainly weren’t used to talking about this kind of thing—not with him, at least. Sure, you bantered all the time, but this felt different. More personal. You were used to messing around with him during practice—playful teasing, stealing each other’s snacks, making small talk about the latest trends or whatever ridiculous thing that had happened during rehearsals that day. It was easy, effortless. A comfortable rhythm you had both fallen into without thinking. But this? Talking about something real, something personal? That was different. That was terrifying. If you let your guard down, if you let him see even a fraction of the doubts swirling in your mind, how would he react?

What if he saw more than that? What if he saw the way your heart stuttered whenever he looked at you a second too long? The way you hung onto his words more than you should? You had spent so much time hiding your feelings behind witty comebacks and casual conversations, and now, with the weight of his gaze on you, you weren’t sure if you could anymore.

After a moment, you exhaled. "I just… I want to be good enough. I don’t want to mess up."

Ji-yong was quiet for a beat before he spoke up. "You are good enough."

You glanced at him, caught off guard by how certain he sounded. "You say that like it’s a fact."

"It is a fact," he said easily. "If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be here."

Your chest tightened at his words—not because they made you more nervous, but because they somehow made you feel lighter. Like you weren’t carrying the weight of your doubts alone.

"You really think so?" You asked before you could stop yourself.

He met your gaze, his expression softening just slightly. "Yeah. I know so."

For a second, neither of you spoke. The noise of the room faded into the background, and you found yourself focusing only on the way he was looking in the mirror at you—not teasing, not smug. Just the real Ji-yong.

Then, without a word, he suddenly reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin bracelet. A simple black cord, with a single charm dangling from it.

You blinked. "What’s that?"

He held it out. "For you."

“Why?”

"Because it’s my lucky charm. And now I’m giving it to you."

Your brows furrowed as you placed the microphone back down onto the dressing table, turned your entire body towards him, and slowly reached out. The charm was small but detailed—a tiny star, slightly worn at the edges, like it had been touched a hundred times before.

"You carry this around?" You asked, stil staring at the delicate jewelery.

"Yeah. Before every performance, I hold onto it. It kinda became a habit." He shrugged.

You looked back up at him. "But… why give it to me?"

Ji-yong’s smirk faded completely now, his smile softer and his eyes trained on you. "Because I think you need it more than I do right now."

Something warm spread through your chest, something that had nothing to do with simple nerves. You swallowed, looking down at the bracelet before he picked it up and slipped it onto your wrist.

"You better not be messing with me," you murmured. "Or I swear, I’ll—"

He chuckled. "Relax. No tricks. Just luck."

You ran your fingers over the charm, then glanced at him. "Thanks, Ji."

It was ridiculous how something so simple could affect him so much. He heard his name all the time—fans chanting it, members calling for him, staff addressing him formally. But when you said it, when you casually dropped the full syllables and just called him Ji—for the first time, at that—like it was the most natural thing in the world, his heart did this stupid little flutter in his chest. It was personal. Intimate, in a way he wasn’t sure you even realized. No one else had ever said it like you just did. And maybe it shouldn’t have mattered, but it did.

He smiled bashfully and scratched the back of his neck, stepping back. "Don’t get used to it."

Returning the smile, you laughed. "Too late."

Ji-yong opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Chae-rin called your name from across the room. “C’mon, girl. We’re on in five.”

It was only now you realised you were the only ones left in the room. Not an entirely great start. You turned to go, but just before you stepped away, you looked down at your wrist one more time. The charm glinted under the lights, and for the first time all day, your nerves didn’t feel so overwhelming.

Ji-yong watched as you walked off, hands in his pockets, a small, knowing smile on his lips.

Stepping out the room with Chae-rin, you were quickly escorted through the winding hallways of the backstage area by your managers. You felt like everything within you was racing; your thoughts and feelings, your blood, and not to mention your adrenaline. You took a deep breath as you stood with your group members and friends.

“Everything good to go?” You heard a manager ask your group, and you were about to confirm when you realised you were missing something. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as you realised you weren’t holding—

"My mic!" You gasped, eyes widening. "I left it in the dressing room!"

The staff around you tensed and the girls looked at you like you were a ghost. You felt the blood drain from your face. This was it—your career was going to be over before it even started.

But before the panic could fully set in, a familiar voice drawled, "Looking for this?"

You spun around. Ji-yong was standing there, casually twirling your microphone in his fingers, looking way too smug for someone who just saved your life. You were simply too stunned to speak.

"You’re predictable," he teased. "I saw you put it down earlier and figured you’d forget it."

You grabbed the mic from his hands, your heart still racing. "You just knew I’d forget?!"

"What can I say? I pay attention."

There was something in the way he said it—something playful, yet sincere. For a moment, you forgot about the crowd waiting outside, the stage, the cameras. It was just Ji-yong, standing there with that cocky grin, acting like saving your entire debut was no big deal.

You swallowed, suddenly feeling warm. "Well… thank you."

He winked. "I got you."

The staff ushered you forward. As you stepped onto the stage, your nerves weren’t completely gone—but they weren’t overwhelming anymore either. And it was all thanks to your silly little crush.

The stage lights were blinding, the music pulsed through your body, and the crowd was electric. This was it—your debut performance. Your heart pounded, but the moment you struck your opening pose, adrenaline took over. The cheers were deafening, the energy infectious. You could barely take it all in when—

"YEAH! THERE’S OUR GIRLS!"

A seemingly louder voice—way too familiar—shouted from the crowd, making your stomach drop. You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Sure enough, you spotted them. All the members of BigBang. Front and centre. Completely ignoring any attempt at blending in. Daesung was jumping up and down like an overenthusiastic fanboy, waving his arms wildly. Seung-hyun stood there, arms crossed with a proud smile. Taeyang was in full cheerleader mode, clapping and pointing at each of you as if you were his personal pride and joy. When did they get here?

But it was Ji-yong—always with the most subtle, but most intense gaze—who still caused your heart racing. His eyes were glued to the entire group, studying every move, like he was seeing each of you in a way no one else could.

You tried to shake off the nervous flutter that the thought brought, focusing back on the performance—but then—

"LOOK AT THEM GO!” Daesung shouted, pumping his fist in the air. You couldn’t help but laugh internally, knowing his tendency to be a little over the top.

Despite the fact that your heart was racing from the performance, you couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread through you at seeing the boys so clearly proud of you and the group. You knew they were supporting you all, but hearing their cheers loud and proud for the whole of 2NE1 made you feel unstoppable.

Minzy, who was just behind you on stage, leaned in close enough for you to hear her without the mic picking up her words. “They’re like our personal fan club.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, glancing to the side at her with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t know they could get any louder.”

Dara shot you a knowing smile from across the stage, barely whispering into her mic as she adjusted her position. “I think your little boyfriend is impressed.”

You froze for half a second, caught off guard by Dara’s words, but then you noticed Ji-yong’s gaze again. He was watching you with an intensity that made your stomach do flips, but there was no teasing or playful banter. His eyes were warm, proud, but… there was something else there. Something you couldn’t quite name.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you quickly muttered back.

“But you still knew who I meant.” She teased quietly.

“Whatever.”

Getting into position for your part of the song—the first part of your performance—you quickly glanced at the boys, all of which were enthusiastically waving their lightsticks, yet you couldn’t help but focus on Ji-yong once more. It looked almost like he was seeing you for the first time, his eyes were full of admiration—truly in awe of your performance so far. To you, his focus almost felt like you were performing just for him. There was a part of you that wished it was just you and him.

That’s why you had to nail your parts, and you did. Not just for the group and yourself, but for him, too.

Afterwards, the van ride back to the dorm was a whirlwind of laughter and energy. You and the girls couldn’t stop talking over each other, each of you still reeling from the success of your debut performance. The night had been everything you’d hoped for and more—an incredible first step into your career. As the van pulled up to the dorm, you practically jumped out of your seat, eager to celebrate.

“We did it! We really did it!” Sandara was practically bouncing in her seat as you all stepped out, grinning from ear to ear. Minji followed suit, already doing a little victory dance as she skipped up the steps.

"I can't believe it!" Bom laughed, walking alongside you. "We’ve worked so hard for this moment. It feels unreal."

"I know! It feels like a dream," you replied, your heart still racing from the adrenaline. The thought of everything that had led up to this point made your chest swell with pride.

Inside, the dorm was cozy, a stark contrast to the bright stage lights and loud cheers. The atmosphere felt so much more relaxed, and everyone quickly scattered to grab drinks, snacks, and anything that would make this night even more memorable.

You wandered over to the kitchen, the warmth and excitement of the night settling in as you took a moment to let everything sink in. Chae-rin handed you a drink with a proud smile. "You were incredible tonight. Seriously, you looked like a star."

“Thank you, Chae-rin.” You returned the smile, your voice much quieter than before. As the leader of the group, she immediately picked up on the change in your behaviour. She knew you a little too well for your liking.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just…”

Momentarily, you looked down at the floor.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put it into words. You weren’t exactly sure why you’d been feeling off, but there was something about the night that made everything feel a little heavier. Between the performance, the teasing from the girls, and the subtle tension you couldn’t deny with Ji-yong, it felt like your emotions were tangled up in a way that was hard to unpack.

“I don’t know,” you said finally. “It’s just... everything happened so fast tonight, you know? I think I’m still processing it all. We worked so hard to get here, and now that we’ve done it, it’s like—what’s next?”

“I get it,” she said quietly. “It’s a big step. Sometimes, when you reach a goal, you don’t always know how to feel about it. Especially when it feels like it came all at once.”

You took a sip of your drink. “And it’s weird... because I thought I’d feel proud. And I do, but there’s also this... pressure. Like, we just debuted, and now we’re expected to keep getting better. To keep doing more.”

Her eyes softened, taking a step closer to you. “You don’t have to have it all figured out right now,” she said, her voice steady and full of conviction. “It’s okay to feel a little lost. We’re all in this together. And I know you. You’ve always been determined, but you also care deeply about making every step count. You’ll find your way. Don’t let the pressure take away from the moment we’ve earned.”

You looked at her, surprised by how much those words grounded you. Chae-rin wasn’t one to sugarcoat things, but when she spoke, it always felt like she understood exactly what you were going through. You hadn’t expected this level of comfort from her, but in that moment, it meant everything.

“I don’t want to let the pressure get to me,” you admitted, lowering your glass. “But sometimes I feel like I’m supposed to be... perfect. You know? Like, we all have our roles to play, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

She gave you a small, knowing smile. “We’re all figuring it out. And trust me, you’re not alone in that feeling. You think I haven’t had moments where I felt like I wasn’t doing enough? Or that I was missing something important? We all get caught up in the idea that we have to have it all figured out, but that’s not the reality of it.” She paused for a moment, letting her words settle. “The important thing is that you’re doing it. We’re all doing it. You’ve come this far for a reason, and it’s not because you’re trying to be perfect. It’s because you have something real to offer. Don’t let anyone—including yourself—convince you otherwise.”

You felt a small weight lift off your shoulders, hearing her say it out loud. Sometimes, the doubt and fear could be overwhelming, but hearing those words from Chae-rin made everything feel just a little more manageable.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice a little shaky. “I needed to hear that. I think I’ve just been holding everything in, trying to be ‘on’ all the time.”

Chae-rin’s expression softened, and she placed a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to do it alone. You’ve got the girls, and you’ve got me. Don’t forget that. We’re not just teammates—we’re a family. And we’ve got your back.”

The sincerity in her voice hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you could feel the tears threatening to surface. But you quickly blinked them away, grateful for her words and for the quiet strength she always seemed to radiate.

“You’ve also got the boys. I mean, you saw them out there, right? Our number one fans.” Both of you couldn’t help but to laugh at the thought of the way they were screaming their support from the crowd.

“Thanks,” you whispered again, this time a little more sure of yourself. “I think I just needed to hear that I’m not expected to be perfect. I’m not even sure where I got that idea from.”

“Everyone gets caught in that mindset sometimes,” she said, offering a small chuckle. “Just don’t let it control you.”

You both stood there for a moment, the noise from the living room growing fainter as the conversation between you and Chae-rin deepened. In that moment, you realized that despite all the pressure and uncertainty that came with debuting, you weren’t alone. You had your team, your family—your sisters—and they’d be there every step of the way.

With a final squeeze on your shoulder, Chae-rin gave you a wink. “Now, come on. Let’s get back out there before the others think we’ve abandoned them.”

You chuckled, feeling lighter than you had in hours. “I think I need some time to myself, my social battery is drained. But, seriously, thank you.”

“Of course.” She nodded with a small but genuine smile. “Anytime.”

“I’ll be on the roof if you need me,” you clarified, in case somebody really did need to reach you.

The cool night air felt refreshing against your skin as you stood on the roof, away from the noise and chaos below. The city lights flickered in the distance, casting long shadows across the rooftops, but in this moment, everything felt still. You let out a quiet breath, your mind replaying the night’s performance, the teasing, the congratulations, and the deep conversation with Chae-rin. It was all so surreal—everything you had worked for, everything you had dreamed of. Yet, even now, as you stood here, alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t shake the pressure that had settled in your chest. There was a sense of responsibility that weighed heavy on you. You couldn’t afford to let down the people who had supported you—your team, your family, the fans. But for the first time tonight, you let yourself feel proud of what you’d accomplished, even if it was just a small victory in the grand scheme of things. You had made it this far. You had earned this moment. Maybe that was enough, for now.

A quiet peace settled over you as you stood there, your thoughts drifting away from the bustling celebration downstairs. It felt nice to have a moment of calm, even if it was just for a little while. But then you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps, and before you could turn around, a voice cut through the stillness.

“You know, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. The night’s still young.”

You turned, startled to find Ji-yong standing just a few feet away, leaning casually against the railing with a small grin on his face.

“Ji,” you said, blinking in surprise. “I didn’t even know you were in the building. Did you guys stop by to celebrate after the performance?”

“Yeah, we came by,” he replied with a shrug, stepping closer. “But we thought you and the girls might want some time to yourselves. I didn’t want to interrupt. But, now that I’m here... looks like you could use some company.”

“And here I was, thinking you were too cool for group celebrations.”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Who do you think I am? I’m here to celebrate you, of course,” he said with a wink. “You and that lucky bracelet. How could I not?”

You chuckled, crossing your arms as you leaned against the railing, mimicking his casual stance. “You’ve really taken the whole ‘lucky charm’ thing and run with it, haven’t you?”

He grinned, his confidence palpable. “Why wouldn’t I? I picked the perfect accessory, didn’t I? I’m just saying... maybe it’s more than just luck.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly masked it with a teasing tone. “What are you trying to say?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, your voice light but curious.

He took a small step closer, his voice lowering just a bit, his gaze flicking briefly to the bracelet on your wrist. “I’m saying... maybe you’re the one who’s lucky.”

You glanced up at him, your heart hammering in your chest. His words were teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness to them now, a tension that was building between the two of you.

“Is that so?”

He took another step forward, and now, he was standing much closer than you expected. You could feel the heat of his body, the space between you two practically nonexistent. “I think so,” he said softly, his voice low, sending a shiver down your spine. “But I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

Before you could respond, Ji-yong was even closer, his body nearly pressed against yours as he leaned in. His hands moved to the railing behind you, caging you in, his arms locking you in place as you felt your breath catch in your throat. He was now leaning over you, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating.

Your heart raced in your chest, and your breath hitched as you tried to steady yourself. “Ji, you—” you started, but your voice faltered as you looked up at him. His eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t bite,” he teased softly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Unless you want me to.”

You swallowed hard, unable to keep the smile off your face as you met his gaze. There was a mixture of playfulness and something else in his eyes, something deeper, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“And what if I do want you to?”

“Well, then I guess you’ll have to let me know.”

You shivered, your pulse quickening at the closeness of him. “I think you’re already too close,” you teased, trying to pull back, but the railing behind you kept you trapped in place.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice full of quiet amusement, but his hands on the railing tightened, keeping you right where you were. “But I’m not going anywhere. Not until you admit you’re at least a little curious about what comes next.”

The boldness of his words hung in the air, and despite your teasing, your heart was hammering, and the air between you two felt thick with unspoken words. You licked your lips, feeling the pressure of the moment, unable to pull away and unable to deny the electricity running through you.

“Curious, huh?” you murmured, your voice a little breathless now, and you gave him a sly smile. “Maybe you’ve got me slightly curious.”

He leaned in a fraction closer, his lips just brushing against your temple as he whispered, “That’s all I need to know.”

"Ji..." you whispered, your voice trembling just the slightest, barely audible in the stillness. His name felt so natural on your lips, but now it was more than just his name—it was a plea, an invitation.

His eyes softened, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something vulnerable in his gaze. But then, he leaned in, slowly, almost as if giving you the space to back away, to stop him. But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to.

Ji-yong’s lips hovered just inches from yours, and you could feel the electricity between you two intensifying, crackling in the air. His breath mingled with yours as he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve wanted this for a while now...”

And then, without warning, he closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours softly at first. The contact sent a shock of warmth through your entire body, and you instinctively leaned into him, your hands reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck. His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you slightly closer, and his lips deepened the kiss just enough to send your pulse soaring.

For a moment, everything faded. The crowd downstairs, the loud celebration, the teasing banter—none of it mattered. It was just the two of you, locked in this kiss, and everything else felt like it didn’t exist.

Ji-yong’s lips moved against yours with a gentleness that was almost unexpected, but there was still a hunger, a desire, beneath it all. His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek in the softest motion. You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt as you tried to pull him even closer, if that was even possible.

When he finally pulled away, just enough for both of you to catch your breath, his forehead rested gently against yours. His eyes were still closed, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

“Ji-yong?”

“Yeah?” He opened his eyes again, his own breath hitching in his throat as he took in your beauty once more. “What is it, jagiya?”

“Kiss me.”

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taelortot · 2 days ago

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Pretty Little Kisses

4k words (not proofread)

Summary: College student Satoru loves to give his pretty little girlfriend pretty kisses between her thighs.

Cw: SMUT (only a little), manipulative Satoru Gojo, and a plot twist that may or may not have your jaw on the floor :)

This may not be for everyone! You have been warned!!

"Toru! Please gimme it!" Y/n whined jumping up to reach what Satoru Gojo dangled over his head. A smirk on his lips as he peered down through his black sunnies. Her pouty glossed lips made his heart melt, always something so innocent about that little face. It took everything in him to not just hand what he had in his hand down to her. Wanting to tease her just a little more. That was always fun— teasing y/n to no end.

"Say please Princess" Satoru said in a mocking tone, looking down into y/ns glistening eyes. There was always something about how she got so teary eyed from a little teasing that he loved.

"I already said please Toru” y/n frowned pushing her bottom lip out to give him the sweetest puppy dog face.

"One more time, baby"

"Please Toru. Please gimme it" y/n clasped her hands other, begging him to give her what he had.

"Of course, all you had to do was beg" he said with a sweet smile on his lips, pulling his arm down dangling y/ns black lacy panties in front of her eyes. Eagerly, y/n plucked the garment from his fingers.

"Now, I don't want you wearing these at school, only for me to see. I don't want to catch you wearing anything like this again. Okay, Princess?" Satoru voice was stern, showing y/n he wasn't messing around.

Y/ns only choice in underwear was a lace thong, as the rest of her underwear was commandeered by Satoru or was dirty.

She wore a pretty baby blue dress, that went just past her mid thigh, a soft white cardigan and white keds. Her black lace thong visible when she bent down to pick up a pen that had fallen from her locker.

"Hey hey" Gojo ran up to his Princess, covering her back side from who ever may be looking.

"Hey Toru" y/n stood up tall with a sweet smile on her lips, to see a very frantic Satoru.

"You can't bend down like that, you can see your whole ass" he whispered leaning around y/n to make sure her dress was pulled down.

"I'm sorry Satoru, I didn't know" she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, running her hand down the back of her dress.

"Just- just don't lean down Princess, I will see you later." The white haired boy said sternly, before rushing back to his friends who saw the whole incident.

"Yes Toru" y/n agreed with a nod and took the panties, tossing them in her pink hamper.

She slipped out of her school clothes putting on pink soft shorts and a matching pink baby tee that exposed her whole mid drift. She has a cute pink rhinestone belly button piercing, Satoru picked it out himself.

He had suggested y/n should get one as she loved to show her tummy off, he was there when she got it pierced, giving her hand squeezes and giving her head kisses as she was scared to get it done.

Satoru couldn't help but smile at what is his. Every single inch of y/n, he was obsessed with.

Y/n is his.

"Hey Satoru, are you staying for dinner tonight?" Y/ns mom asked as the two made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Yeah I don't have anything going on tonight" he smiled kindly at the woman who was cutting up some vegetables. Satoru told his friends he couldn’t hang out tonight, just so he could spend some time with y/n.

"Oh good, we are having steak, how do you like yours cooked again?" Y/ns mom continued to chop up the zucchini.

"I like mine medium rare" he answered following y/n to the living room.

The two sat on the same couch, y/ns legs draped across Satorus thighs, as he rubbed small circles into them.

"Don't tickle me, Toru" y/n made her best angry face at the white haired man. Which just made him start to squeeze her thighs, trying to find that good spot that always made her laugh.

In Satorus eyes, y/ns angry face was just the cutest, her brows knitted together, her lips in a frown that she so desperately tried to keep from turning into a smile.

Just the sweetest little face.

Oh how Satoru Gojo just adored y/n.

The moment he saw that cute girl walking in the halls of their high school, he knew he had to have her.

Which he never did get her until recently. Satoru Gojo waited 3 years for y/n, never even thinking about another girl. Not when y/n was right before his eyes, not knowing she was meant for him.

Satoru turned into a bottomless pit of goo as soon as y/n made eye contact with him. No way he could ever talk her, not when she looked angelic in the way she does so effortlessly.

That was until just a few months ago. When he finally was able to, finally working up the courage to speak to her.. in college… 3 years after he first saw her.

Y/n wasn't always the brightest, most around the school knew how dumb she is, so Satoru protected her from others cruel words. He really was like a big brother to her.

Until one day that all turned into something a little more romantic. They had both pushed their feelings for each other to the side, not wanting to hurt their friendship and close bond.

Well— one thing led to another and now 6 months later the two couldn't get enough of each other.

Satoru still acted as y/ns protector, as it is his job. He couldn't let anyone hurt his princess.

Y/n was very innocent and naive. She grew up really sheltered and was home schooled by her dad until he passed her sophomore year of high school. Prompting her mom to pack up and move from Nagoya to Kyoto the following year.

No one thought her and Satoru had anything in common, which for the most part they didn't. But Satoru couldn't resist that cute smile, and the way she plays with the sleeves of her cardigans when she's nervous.

He was so infatuated with her. Y/n was just as obsessed with Satoru, always hugging on him and wanting to spend every waking hour with him. There was something about the carefree way he lived, always a smile on his face. Satoru was cocky and intelligent and bright. The way he acted was something y/n had never seen before. Once she got a taste, there was no going back to before him.

"Wow this is really good" Satoru said with a mouthful of steak.

"Thank you, y/ns father taught me how to make steak way back when we were young like you two." Y/ns mom gave a soft smile to both of the young adults.

They continued to make small talk, talking about their days at school. Both of them avoiding y/ns panty reveal, that wasn't something y/ns mother needed to know about. Y/ns mom really welcomed Satoru in like he was one of her own, growing to love the 21 year old and the way he impacted y/na life.

It was always so comfortable with the three of them, just like a little family. Every once in a while there was four of them at the dinner table.

But— we will come back to that later.

"Y/n just remember to do the dishes. I have to get going, You two don't stay up too late" y/ns mom said adjusting her name tag on her scrubs. She gave a quick kiss to y/ns head and waved a quick goodbye to Satoru. Leaving in a hurry to get to the hospital. Y/ns mom worked nights, so Satoru and y/n never really had to worry about anyone interrupting their alone time.

As soon as the front door closed Satoru grabbed y/n from behind lifting her up and carrying her to the couch, body slamming her down. "Toruuu!" Y/n yelled as her body bounced on the thick cushions.

"What’re we gonna do tonight, princess?" Satoru asked before leaning down to nip the skin just below y/ns jaw. He couldn't get enough of y/ns skin, she felt electrifying to him. Once he had a little taste he had to go back for seconds and thirds, never wanting his meal to end.

"We can watch a movie, or we can go swimming, or we can just relax" y/n giggled at Satorus soft lips and teeth on her skin.

"Orrrr, we can do all of the above. It is Friday night and no one will be back tonight, so it's just us Princess" He gave a sloppy kiss below y/ns ear.

"Let’s see it's onlyyy" Gojo paused to look at his watch. “6:42. We have all night, baby" Satoru mumbles, resuming his sloppy kissed down y/ns neck to her collarbone.

"can we start with swimming?" Y/n cupped Satorus face pulling him back up so she could look into his eyes. Those pretty, icy blue yes. That was the first thing y/n had noticed about him years ago. Shit, first thing anyone notice about Satoru Gojo, besides his striking looks.

"Of course we can, let's go get you changed" Satoru presses his lips to Y/ns letting them linger for just a moment. He could still taste the ice cream she had for dessert, lord she's so sweet for him.

"God you are so breathtaking, baby! Do a little spin for me" Satoru gasps, watching y/n stand the smallest pink bikini anyone had ever seen. "Absolutely gorgeous" he groans as he stands from his spot on y/ns pink flower covered bed. He places his hands on her hips keeping her still as she got a little dizzy from her twirl.

"And all mine" Satoru whispers, resting his forehead against y/ns.

He could look into those pretty doe eyes forever. She looked at him with so much love, she really did care for him. She's just so perfect for him, so fucking perfect for Satoru. She got his humor, she listened to the same music... well not at first, but Satoru worked real hard to get this pretty girl to listen to his music.

Satoru thought he won the lottery by securing y/n as his. He couldn’t fucking believe it! This girl was his dream come true.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw y/n, he heard her laugh, he felt her on his body, he could still smell that pretty perfume she wore.

Don't get him started on how innocent she is, she didn't even know about sex or drugs or anything. So so naive.. so fucking innocent. So perfect for him.

"M'all yours" y/n stood on her tiptoes to kiss those pretty lips Satoru has.

Toru couldn't help but oogle his girl as she walked around the house and back yard in that skimpy little bikini. The one that he told her she could only wear around him.

It barely covered any of her bottom and the top was basically just nipple covers. God, Satoru loved ever bit of it.

He watched her swim around in the pool for 45 minutes with his feet in the water. Splashing her every once in a while to hear that little squeal and giggle.

They talked for a while and played games. Seeing how long y/n could hold her breath for, she showed him how she could swim like a mermaid, as well as doing front flips from the edge. All to which Satoru praised her for. Making sure she knew how talented she is.

“F-for m-m-my pro-ject I have— have to—“

“You cold baby?” Satoru asked a question he already knew the answer to. The way y/ns teeth were chattering together as she spoke plus how she was clinging to his legs in the start was a dead giveaway.

“N-no” she protested with a shake to her head.

“Come on pretty girl. Let’s get you out, yeah?”

Y/n knew better than to protest more than once, nodding her head and making her way to the steps at the end of the pool.

Satoru stood tall before her, holding y/ns pink fluffy towel, immediately wrapping her up as soon as she got out of the pool.

"S'cold Toru" y/n shivered letting her boyfriend hug her tight.

"Let's get you warmed up then, huh?" He mumbles into her wet hair, giving her a quick squeeze.

Satoru liked to watch y/n swim around the pool this late at night, because she would come out shivering and curl up like a cat in his arms. He could always see her nipples hard through her top, so that was just a bonus.

The two changed into pajamas and laid comfy together on the upstairs couch, snuggling to keep warm.

Neither of them paying attention to the movie, just talking through the whole thing. Giving each other ‘kiss attacks’ every so often.

"You know, I think you could use some special kisses, been so good for me today" Toru says smoothly, waiting to hear y/n squeal in excitement. She loves her special kisses, ever since her boyfriend showed her how good his kisses could be, especially between her legs. Once he first showed her, she practically begs him for more now.

And who is he to tell his girl no?

"Buuut…” he turned to look at y/n whose smile instantly fell from her face, hating when he added stipulations to her pleasure.

"But what?" Y/n pouted not understanding why Satoru would dangle her favorite thing in front of her face, just to rip it away. (It’s because he likes to see that pout)

"No need to be sad, baby. Just want something from you first" he places his hand on y/ns cheek, letting her melt into his touch. Caressing her cheek with his thumb, loving the way she leans into him.

"You have to warm my cock up. Need ya to sit on it while we watch the rest of the movie, okay?" He pressed a kiss to y/ns lips, slotting his lips perfectly between hers.

"Can you do that for me Princess?"

Y/n nodded eagerly, already tugging at Satorus jeans.

"That's my good baby" satoru smirks, watching his now perfectly trained girl do exactly what he wants from her.

Such a good girl she is.

Easy to mold into what he needs.

"T-Toru more please" y/n whined out, hands pulling at his soft white locks.

"Shh baby, don't want mommy and daddy to hear you. You have to be quite okay?" Satorus looks up at y/ns tearful eyes, pretty blue eyes staring into hers with a look of warning.

Satoru loves to wake y/n up like this, and y/n was always grateful to have her Toru between her legs.

"No no m'sorry Toru” y/n whispered not wanting to get caught with him in her room like this.

"Be good for me pretty baby. Stay quiet, yeah?" He smirks before going back down to his second favorite girl. “She’s so pretty, baby” he mumbles against her sweet folds.

The two snuck out of y/ns home around 8 in the morning to head down to have breakfast with some of their friends.

"I'm so hungry!" Yuji groaned looking at the menu, his eyes scanning every single item, not sure of what to order.

"Me too!" The rest of the group said all together.

"I'm ready for my second breakfast" Gojo smiled thinking about how y/ns little cunt being his first meal of the day.

"Second? What did you have first?" Suguru looks at satoru briefly before looking back down at the menu.

"A cookie" Satoru grins smugly, peaking over the top of his round glasses at his friends.

"You had a cookie without me?" Y/n pouted clearly not catching Satorus drift.

"Shh Princess, I'll give you a snack later" he pat y/ns leg under the table before returning his attention to the large breakfast menu.

The couple was never too touchy in front of the group, as Satoru told y/n they shouldn't be. He didn't want everyone giving them weird looks about their pda.

“Don’t want them to be jealous of our love, right baby?”

The weekend went by quickly. Y/n kept herself busy at home without her boyfriend as he was busy with his friends, since they were more his friends than hers. She missed her Toru so very much as she was just home alone, watching movies.

She did go out with Nobara and Maki for a quick shopping trip Sunday afternoon. Y/n so grateful to have two girl friends who genuinely enjoy her presence.

Both of them getting slightly weirded out and annoyed that y/n brought up Satoru multiple times.

But, other than that y/n had a decent weekend. She wasn't ready to go back to school. She actually dreaded it, she just wanted to get her degree and move away with Satoru like he had always told her they would do.

"You ready Princess?" Satoru asked waiting downstairs for y/n, eating a bowl of sugary cereal. Mostly picking out the sweet marshmallows to only consume.

"Mhm" y/n smiled grabbing her lunch that she made the night before.

"You two be safe, and have a good day" y/ns mom said taking Satoru's bowl from him to wash.

"Thank you for breakfast" he said kindly, walking out of the home with y/n shortly behind him.

"Gimme a kiss before I have to go all day without kissing you" Satorus begs just before pulling up the school, stuck at a stop light. He leans over the middle console of his blacked out BMW, lips puckered, needing a kiss from his pretty pretty princess.

"You said no kisses this close to the school" y/n looked at Satoru confused, as he was going against his own rules.

"I know, but need to kiss you, haven't kissed you in a while” he says quickly before pressing a kiss to his girlfriend’s lips.

"love you, princess" toru smiled pulling himself away from y/n, who's eyes were still closed wanting more from him.

"Love you too, Toru" y/n sighed missing his touch already. Always hating that she would have to go long stretches a day without kissing him.

Helping y/n out of the van he watched y/ns skirt slide up her thighs, showing her pretty pink cotton panties.

"Thank you for listening to me" Satoru smiled pulling down her skirt, letting his calloused fingers linger for a moment on her soft skin. Appreciating that his girlfriends chose to wear panties that covered her whole bottom.

"Always listen to you, Tor" y/n smiles sweetly in the way she does without even trying.

He walked her to her group of friends before heading to his own, just across the way.

He couldn't help but glance over at y/n who was talking to a boy from her history class, feeling jealous of the attention he was getting from his girl.

He was ignoring his friends conversation, keeping his eyes still on y/ns pretty smile as she laughed at whatever that guy saying to her.

That guy cannot seriously be that funny.

"Gojo? Hello?" one of his friends said loudly trying to get his attention.

"Huh?" Satoru asked not moving his sharp eyes away from the horrible sight in front of him.

"Are you even listening?"

"Yeah yeah" he mumbled out clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.

"Dude, you're not" Suguru laughs, finding humor is the way his best friend is acting. The other 4 guys all followed his eye line to see what he was so infatuated with. Their eyes falling on y/n and that pink and white outfit she has on.

"Why are you just staring at y/n?" Megumi asks, not afraid to say what everyone else is thinking.

"Oh shit" suguru gasps loudly, connecting the dots in his brain. He was the only one Satoru ever told that he was crushing on y/n for a few years.

"You still got a crush on her?" He asks amusing Satorus shoulder playfully, who is still staring daggers into the side of y/ns head.

"What?" Satoru snaps, turning his attention back to his group. Voice completely giving away how shocked and embarrassed he is for that information to be said out loud. Especially in front of everyone, and not when the two best friends are alone.

"Y/n, you still got a crush on her or what?" Suguru rephrases his question, a plain look on his face, but in his eyes he understands the pain honest friend must be going through if that is true.

"Nah, moved on" Satoru shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t care. Trying to ignore y/ns loud beautiful laugh. Trying to keep his attention on his friends and not on the pretty girl who has his attention always. Lying straight through his teeth, ignoring the way his best friend looks at him knowingly.

"You used to like her? Damn that sucks man" Nanami mutters out, seeing Satorus demeanor change. Easily picking up on how frustrated Satoru is with the conversation.

Honestly know that the whole group knows that Satoru used to have a crush on y/n, they feel for him. Truly they do. God knows how hard it must be for him.

"gotta be hard since- ya know, you used to like her her.. now that she's your sister" suguru chimed in, feeling sad for his friend.

"Step sister” Satoru snapped, correcting his friends wrong verbiage. “but still those feelings are long gone" Gojo explained rocking on his feet, glaring at the group, making sure they believe his words. Making sure to emphasize the 'Step', as y/ns mom and his father wed just about 8 months ago.

"Just weird knowing you guys are so close, but you used to like her" Nanami admitted, since he's caught the two snuggling, and they have all heard him call y/n little pet names. He always thought it was a little weird but he figured it wasn't his place to say anything. So none of them never did.

Just judging them a little, silently.

"I still love her, just not like that anymore" Satoru hangs his head, eyes falling to his shoes. His head shakes softly, putting on a show that he’s remorseful for his past feelings.

"Since you don't have those uh-um feelings do you think s-she would... you know" Yuta stammers over his words, finally speaking up.

"Don't even think about it, Okkotsu" Satoru growls through gritted through his teeth, pissed off that he would even ask that.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry" he held up his hands defensively, scared of Satorus pointed glare, he knew he shouldn't have asked.. but y/n is just so pretty he couldn't resist.

It wasn’t hard for anyone to see how perfect she is— well, physically. Up in her noggin was a different story. Not always the brightest, that one. And everyone knew it.

Satoru Gojo wasn’t the only one to take advantage of it.

"I'm sorry, Toru"

"It's okay baby"

"You promise this is normal?" Y/n looked into his pretty eyes, hoping he would never lie to her.

"I do.. I promise, but baby— you can't ask me for kisses at school" Satoru sighs loudly, frustrated at y/ns actions just a few hours prior.

"Didn't know, Thought we could kiss.. you said it was normal."

"It's is baby.. it's just-" Satoru pauses, realizing his voice was a little to stern and harsh for what the situation was. He shouldn't be mad at her, how was she supposed to know that she couldn't kiss him in public? He didn’t really explain that to her.

And his little girl is too dumb to know otherwise.

"You can't tell anyone about us" he whispers, pushing y/ns hair out of her teary eyes.

"Why-why not? Wanna kiss you all the time" y/n pouts, pushing her bottom lip out.

"I know baby, I know.. it's just. We have to keep it a secret"

"But-but why?" Y/ns eyes filled with more tears, she wanted Toru to be hers always. Not just in private.

"Because they won't understand our love.. they will take you from me"

"Not making sense Tor.. you said this was okay. All siblings do this"

"It is, they do, Princess.. it's just other siblings might get jealous of how much we love each other and get mad" he coos, thumbs wiping y/ns tears off her cheeks.

"Don't let them take you from me, Toru. Need you"

"Shhh baby, not gonna let anyone take you from me. You just can't say anything, not even to your mom or my dad, m’kay?"

"Promise to keep it a secret"

"That means so kisses, no hugs, No flirting at all, nothing okay?"

"Okay Toru, I'll keep it a secret forever" y/n smiles sadly, knowing that was just protecting her. She didn't want to be taken from Satoru, she loves him too much to be separated.

"Good girl, now lay down. I needa give you those kisses you love for being so good f’me”

"Hey kids" Gojos father says watching both of them come through the front door laughing at something silly y/n said.

"Hey" both of them say happily, throwing their bags down by the door.

"We are about to head out for work, here's some money for takeout" Satoru gets passed some money, getting a flash of his fathers wedding ring.

"Hey! You found it" y/n smiled grabbing the large hand in hers.

"Yeah, was lost in my car. Last time I'm taking it off in the car for work, gon' leave it here from now on" her step father smiles at his new daughter.

"We were thinking of getting each other's initials tattooed on our rings fingers for when we have to take them off" y/ns mom pressed a kiss to her husbands cheek.

"That's a good idea" Satoru calls from the kitchen digging in the menu drawer, looking for what he knows y/n wants.

"You know, I'm glad you two get along. Was scared Satoru would terrorize you or something" gojos dad laughs, watching his wife pack her lunch for the night.

"Toru doesn't scare me, he's sweet to me" y/n jumped up on the counter letting her feet kick back and forth.

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, Princess?" He teases before grabbing the phone off the wall.

"See, he's so sweet to his sister" y/ns mom smiled at the two getting along so well.

"I'm just happy to see it, I'm glad we don't have to worry about you two getting into fights" the older man lets out a sigh of relief.

"Never" y/n looks over at her step brother as he orders her favorite food. "Toru is the best big brother ever" y/n continues, feeling tingly between her thighs, as she eyes his long, pretty fingers tap on the back of the phone. Something about those silver rings he wears just make her go crazy.

"Well.. never fight really. Only when he plays his music a little too loud at night"

"Well we don't have to worry about it, y'all are both on the top floor in the opposite side of the house" Mr. Gojo laughes, solidifying satorus theory that they could never hear him giving her pretty kisses over the music, as they were too far away to hear.

"Food will be here in 30" toru smiles at y/n as he hangs up the phone. “Also got some desserts” he licks his lips, excited for his second.. maybe third sweet of the day. Not including the lollipop he had at 11am.

"Well we have to go, y'all be good" y/ns stepdad says before both him and his wife leave for the night.

"Bye! Have a good night" y/n waves while they walk out the front door.

"Just you and me baby" Satoru whispers slotting himself y/ns legs.

"Kisses. Now" y/n demands with Her best serious and demanding face.

"Anything you want baby" he murmurs before pressing a sloppy kiss to y/ns lips.

"No no no" y/n pushed his shoulders back.

"The pretty kisses"

"You want your special kisses? On your Princess parts?" A smirk graces Satorus lips, knowing hes got her hooked on those kisses.

"Yes please tor”

Y/ns little moans and whimpers could be heard through out the house, echoing off the walls. Satorus tongue is magic, lapping up his spit and y/ns wet. Giving soft sucks and gentle licks to her cute little clit. Y/ns hands pulling at his hair, guiding him where she needs him. Satoru moans and growls into y/ns pink pussy, he can’t get enough of her sweet taste.

Just as y/n was reaching her first orgasm of the night, The sound of the front door opening and closing stopped both of them in their tracks.

"Shit shit shit" Satorus quickly pushes y/ns panties back up her legs and pulls down her skirt from its bunched up state on her upper thighs and tummy.

He quickly pulled y/n Into a hug holding her from her shaking orgasm. Pressing her head into his neck with his hand, letting her get out her last couple of her soft moans.

"What's going on?" Both of their parents walked into the kitchen, confused looks on their face. Wondering why their kids are hugging so tightly.

Satoru could feel his heart racing in his chest, thudding in his ear drums. Y/n wraps her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life, while Satoru try’s to wipe his face off as discreetly as possible with the back of his hand.

Tears immediately falling from y/ns eyes, stinging her eyes. Beyond terrified that Satorus was going to be taken from her, how they were just about to get caught while satoru was giving her, her kisses.

Small whines fall from y/ns throat, gripping tighter, pulling Satoru closer, needing him to not move from her grasp. Thinking the worst was about to happen, that she would be ripped from his arms.

"A- a boy." Satoru thought as quickly as he could for an explanation. “A boy hurt her feelings” he states as calmly as possible, holding y/ns head still. He thought quickly on his feet, knowing there couldn't be a real good reason why he was hugging y/n so closely other than her being upset.

"Oh honey" y/ns mom walked up to them, making y/n grip tighter around her step brother, burying her head deeper in his neck.

"No no, I got it." Satoru say quickly, his voice shaky but insistent, making her mom back up from them. He couldn't let her get off the counter just yet, her arousal still on the granite countertop and her panties not fully on.

"Oh okay, we just forgot our lunches" y/ns mom said making her way to the kitchen island, picking up the two lunch boxes.

"You'll be okay kid" the eldest Gojo says in a soft, caring voice, hearing y/n still sniffling in Satorus shoulder.

"She will be, She's got me to protect her"

"Wow, who would have thought Satoru Gojo would be such a good big brother" mr. Gojo jokes, just before the married couple leave the house for the second time.

"T-Toruu” y/n cries harder into his neck.

"Hey hey, it's okay Princess" he coos, petting her hair down her shoulders.

"Don't want you to be taken from me. Was so scared" y/n whimpered clinging to Satoru, refusing to unwrap herself from her boyfriend.

"No one is going to take you away from me baby. No one." Satoru promises. And he means it. No one is going to take his prized possession away from him. Absolutely no one.

"Let's just go lay down okay?" Satoru suggests, heart still pounding, voice still shaking. Not even waiting for y/n to agree, he pulls her from the counter, still holding onto him like a koala, taking her up to his bedroom. Both of them completely forgetting about the food on the way.

"I love you Toru" y/n whimpers out against Satorus now wet skin.

"I love you too, baby. So fucking much. I promise, as soon as we graduate, we are moving far from here. So no one will ever take you from me"

"We can be together?" Y/n perked up hearing him talk about their future.

"Yes baby. Together together, have our own family"

"Babies?" Y/n grins from ear to ear, pulling her head from his neck.

"Yeah, babies... how about we practice making babies? Would you like that?”

"I'm ready? Really? Not just sitting?" Y/n bounces up and down in her boyfriend’s arms, ecstatic that he thinks she’s ready for the next step.

"Yes baby, you're ready." He nods, pressing a kiss to y/ns lips. He finally believes she ready to have sex, not just cock warming anymore.

"Need you Toru! I'm tingling again" y/n whispered as he lay her down on her soft bed.

"Let me take care of you. But promise me you are my forever, pretty girl."

"M'your forever Toru"

"Such a good little girl" he whispers, smiling down at y/n. Her tears still staining her face, all red and puffy eyes.

"God baby, I love you"

"I love you too Toru. So so much"

Nothing else mattered in this moment. Only them. Nothing else at all.

Satoru would lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling with his girl on his arms, wracking his brain about what the fuck he was going to do.

How the fuck were they going to keep doing this?

He wanted to marry y/n. Give her kids. Make her a mommy. He needed them to have a life together.

Y/n was scared if they have babies and get married how were they going to explain that to their parents. She worried so deeply every single day about what was going to happen. Scared Satoru would be taken from her.

Always asking her boyfriend what was going to happen. Telling him her fears.

To which Satoru just told her not to worry about it, and that he would handle it.

In Satorus eyes they were just going to have to stop talking to their parents all together for his plan to work.

But.. he refused to tell y/n that. Only because he was terrified the love of his life would break up with him and leave him for good. So he didn’t want to do that just yet.

He thought maybe they would understand, maybe he could lie and say they had been dating for years before their parents got together? Maybe they would just accept it. They aren’t even blood related after all. Maybe they would understand.

Because for fucks sake. He knew y/n for years before their parents even met! He has the right to be happy! So if this is about the who has known who longer game, he will win by over 2 years!

Satoru knows he will figure something out. He has to figure something out. There is no way in hell Satoru is going to let his princess out of his grasp. Absolutely not.

Honestly, Satoru has never been happier. There’s no amount of drugs or alcohol that could do the same. Nothing could ever make him feel so good inside. Well.. maybe ecstasy. But why do drugs when y/n is basically ecstasy to him.

"I- fuck- love you " satoru lets out a breathy moan into y/ns ear, just as he feels his balls tighten. Pounding into y/n perfect pussy at an unforgiving rhythm. Ruthless, yet so deliberate with every motion.

"Love-love you Toru" y/n whines, loving the feeling of Satorus thick cock stretch her out.

"Gonna fill- fill you up with babies okay?"

"Make me a mommy"

"Gonna make you a pretty mommy." He growls, feeling his orgasm take over, painting y/n walls with his hot cum.

Maybe this time she will get pregnant. Maybe this time they will have an excuse together openly. He needs to make sure he keeps y/n.

No one will ever take her away from him.

Y/n will be Satoru Gojos till she dies.

I feel like this could have had more of a backstory.. i feel like this story has a lot more to go with it so maybe this is a part one of yall like it? Maybe I’ll do a prequel to this story?

I have so much trouble with dialogue, and I do so much better with blurbs and dabbles.

Idk y’all let me know what you want to see.

Kisses 💋

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starvingnarcissistmusic · 1 day ago

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I've had this drafted forever and I'm not entirely sure why I didn't post it. Oh well, better late than never!

MAL DU PAYS (the song) fun facts:

(Like the original post, spoilers for Act 5 ((and also 2hats)))

- Originally, after finishing the game, I wanted to write a song about Loop. They're one of my favorite parts of the game and I really loved their character, but I ended up scrapping that idea very early on, as I couldn’t really find a personal tie to anchor the song to me. While I did want to write a song about the game, I didn’t want to write something that didn’t resonate with me and my musical “mythos” in some way. It's a fan song, but it's also a Starving Narcissist song, and I felt it was important to strike that balance. MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) only got released because I felt that it was something that fit into the larger body of my works even without the context of the game. So in the end, I chose to write about Siffrin, as I found them a lot more personally relatable. The final version, lyrically, is almost like I’m using Siffrin as a vehicle to write about my own feelings. Some lyrics are his, some are mine, a few are both of us, it’s a weird sort of style I’ve never really written in before.

I do have some leftover lyrics from the scrapped Loop version, though!

“There’s a you you’ll never be, across the cosmic sea / Who has everything you wanted, now it’s everything you need; is it over yet?”

- I think originally the song had a lot more of an exhausted vibe, but with most of the stuff I write, the tempo usually gets faster the more I play it. At some point in the writing process the song channeled more of a manic energy than I had originally intended it to. Loud and shouty is kinda just my default lol.

(The first ever demo for the song, recorded September 15, 2024. Features some slightly altered lyrics!)

- The title was also subject to change! I think for a while I was going back and forth on just calling it Homesickness, mostly because I was a little nervous that my song’s name was technically a late game spoiler. Half the reason I wanted to even write the song was because I thought MAL DU PAYS would make a great song title though, so in the end I just sucked it up and went with my gut. The alternate title was also not set in stone, I think originally I was considering just calling it Mania or Paranoia, but I thought those would be a bit generic. Eventually, I settled on Monophobia, because I felt it was apt in describing the song as a whole. I write a lot about loneliness, and Siffrin is afraid of being alone, so it felt fitting to name the song after the fear of it. (And also, a bit more superficially, I thought Monophobia made a better song title.)

- The song is the only Starving Narcissist song on a nylon string guitar, and it's also the second song in a completely non-standard tuning (third if you count ITWYW?, but that's just a half step down from standard). MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) in DADF#BD, with a capo on 1.

- THIS SONG HAD SO MANY REVISIONS. I don't think I've ever had this many versions to a song ever. It got so bad that I made a specific folder just to hold all the different variations I had for the song. They're not all too different from each other, and they're all built on the same take of the song, but I was playing around with mixing and structuring and vocal layering and its a whole mess. Honestly, the fact that it's a song about a timeloop makes it probably the funniest song this could have happened to.

- And that's about it! To end off this little fun fact post, here's a little something I wrote for Genius (where lyrics for this song and all my others are posted! plus annotations I write! <3) about the song. The response to MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) has been pretty wild, and I'm glad it managed to resonate with people, even some who don't even know the game it's about.

That's all. While I guarantee this year will probably be slower for Starving Narcissist, rest assured that I am working on stuff, just very slowly. There's a very low chance I'll ever do something as flagrantly self indulgent as this song, but whatever I do end up doing, I hope you're around to see it.

In the meantime, stream the song on spotify! or buy it on bandcamp! or even just go watch the lyric video i made for it (please i spent like a week on this)!

Thanks for everything, see you later <333

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars And Time! tldr; i wrote a song about it. if you wanna skip all the gushing and just listen to it, click here. (spoilers for act 5) If not, behold this big rambly mess of a thing i wrote:

So funny story, I kind of wasn’t planning on releasing anything for the rest of the year. The album wore me out, and the only other idea I had sort of fell through, so I was content on just letting the album be the only thing of note I would make in 2024.

… and then, in September, I played a little RPG called In Stars And Time. beat the whole thing over the course of three days, then spent the next couple weeks ravenously consuming all the fan content I could get my hands on. my friends have been forced to stare at my siffrin pfp every day for two months straight at this point and frankly i think they are tired of me talking about it.

i love the art, i love the story, i love the music, i love the characters, i love the world. siffrin sort of immediately became one of my favorite protagonists like,, ever. and it definitely did not help that i am also a scrawny forgetful person who has to regularly fight off the part of my brain that convinces myself that All My Friends Secretly Hate Me.

I’ve never really been so called out by a character before. The spiraling, the deflection, and the agony of being a stranger to yourself. the yearning for something you cant even name, because how could you? you cant even find the words on your tongue. not being able to tell anyone how you feel because its just easier to live with it, easier to let it eat you from the inside out then to bother anybody else. its easier to keep the mask on, stick to your lines, let the show go on.

all that hit just a bit too close to home. so i did what I usually do When Things Hit and wrote about it.

(like i said, spoilers for Act 5; It’s pretty devoid of context but they’re spoilers nonetheless)

MAL DU PAYS (Monophobia) is a song about cyclical burnout, self-estrangement, and homesickness. It’s half about Siffrin, half about me, but mostly it’s a rumination on loneliness and the hell that is the self.

Out now wherever you listen to music.

youtube

“How can you be homesick if nowhere is home?"

#bandcamp #spotify #youtube #acoustic #indie music #solo artist #original music #folkpunk #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat mdp #isat mal du pays #in stars and time spoilers #isat siffrin #in stars and time siffrin #mal du pays #isat act 5 spoilers #isat 2hats

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tls12lessthan3 · 22 hours ago

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So I’ve talked before about how the star stream systemically dehumanizes the incarnations and strips them of autonomy and how this represents the similar forms of dehumanization and losses of autonomy people (and particularly women) go through under capitalism. I wanna zoom in on one particular scene as a demonstration of that representation - the scene where Yoo Sangah and Kim Dokja almost kiss under Dionysus’s influence.

Under the star stream it is repeatedly demonstrated again and again that people become products. Not only this, but your survival then becomes dependent on selling yourself - on becoming an entertaining enough story to keep people watching, or an attractive enough product to be worth investing in. Take the scene where Kim Dokja, surrounded by the stories of his fellow incarnations turned into literal consumable products, has to try to convince Persephone to invest in his own story by promising that devouring him will be satisfying enough to justify it. Metaphorically selling himself as a cut of meat (although of course he fully intends to smash the table before she can partake). A very evident form of dehumanization and loss of autonomy prompted by a money-oriented system..

So, how does this come back to the capitalistic hellscape we currently live in?

When Yoo Sangah is drinking, Kim Dokja observes that she has a very high tolerance. This is because when out at drinking parties for work, many of her coworkers sought to take advantage of her, and so she did her best to stay aware by building up a high tolerance. From this we know that Yoo Sangah faced a vicious type of dehumanization in the workplace. To them she was a body to be consumed, rather than an individual whose autonomy was deserving of respect. And yet Yoo Sangah could not simply avoid these coworkers or these parties - not without fear of losing her job (especially considering one of such men was her boss Han Myungoh) and thus damaging her economic prospects. A terrifying loss of autonomy.

And then, almost immediately following this revelation, Yoo Sangah is made to almost kiss Kim Dokja by Dionysus. Here she faces the dehumanization inherent to being an incarnation, a dehumanization that parallels both types she faces in the above paragraph - that of a woman who is only seen for her potential as a sexual ‘’’’’’partner’’’’’’ (however unwilling she may be) for the men around her AND that of an employee who is reliant on her betters to keep her alive. Dionysus makes her lean in towards Kim Dokja because she’s a pretty girl, and because he, as one of her constellations, views her as a fun toy to play with. Kim Dokja can also be seen to represent an economic lesser put into an uncomfortable situation by an economic better who dehumanizes him here.

Kim Dokja and Yoo Sangah have lost their autonomy in this scene, turned into dehumanized dolls who the constellations can mess with for an entertainment that incarnations need to sell to survive. Am I reading into it somewhat? Yeah, probably. Do I hold that this scene is a good representation of how the dehumanization and loss of autonomy, influenced by gender/misogyny, that the incarnations face under the star stream is not something new but rather a continuation of that which occurs under capitalism - also yes. As shown by Yoo Sangah ending up in the same place no matter what - drunk, uncomfortable, being pressured into something she doesn’t want and unable to simply leave considering who exactly is (literally or metaphorically) keeping her fed.

#trying out capitalization. scary.#orv

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ironinc · 1 day ago

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Desire in the Web.ᝰ.ᐟ

Spider-man x F!Black Reader. (Smut/NSFW)

˗ˏˋ As a villain, you've been causing trouble for Spider-Man, but lately, things have taken a turn. There's a growing tension and attraction between you two. Spider-Man is torn between his heroic duties and the desire that's building inside him. You decide to use this to your advantage, taunting and toying with him as you plot your possible escape.

⤷ Oneshot, smut, oral sex, very detailed so here’s the warning!

⤷ A/N: I saw that y’all liked my Peter Parker/Spiderman story so I wanted to make another one! I also want to do something different. And he’s aged up to 20! This is for my bestie Mia-Mia as well!! I know you're gonna love this one.

⤷ Word count: 2,795

⤷ Special song to add spice: Harleys In Hawaii by Katty Perry

⏦ﾟ♡︎

You’re trapped. His webs cling to your arms, and your legs, pinning you against the cold brick wall of the alleyway. The rain is coming down in sheets, soaking through your suit, and you can smell the metallic tang of the city mingling with the earthy dampness around you.

Spider-Man. Of course, it’s him. Always him. He lands in front of you with that infuriatingly confident stance, his mask hiding everything but the tension in his jaw. You know that tension isn’t just about stopping you. It’s different tonight. Deeper.

"Well," you drawl, your voice dripping with mockery, "looks like the neighborhood hero finally caught me. What’s the plan, Spider? Take me in? Lecture me about how I’m on the wrong path?"

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he steps closer. His red and blue suit glistened under the dim streetlight. His gloved fingers twitch slightly, and you can feel the heat of his body even through the rain.

He’s hesitating. You’ve seen this before, the way he lingers just a little too long, the way his eyes—those damn eyes—seem to linger on you even when he’s trying to focus on the mission.

"You’re not getting away this time," he finally says, his voice low and strained. It’s not just determination in his tone. There’s something else. Something you’ve been intentionally stoking for weeks now.

"Oh, I’m not?" You tilt your head, your lips curling into a smirk. "You sure about that, Spider? Because you’ve had me in this position before, and yet… here I am again. Funny how that works."

He growls a sound that’s more frustration than anger and takes another step forward. The rain is plastering his mask to his face, and you can see the outline of his lips, the way they’re pressed into a tight line. Perfect.

"You’re playing a dangerous game," he warns, his voice dropping even lower.

"Dangerous?" You laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the alley.

"This isn’t dangerous, Spider. This is… fun. And I think you’re starting to enjoy it too."

His hands clench into fists, but he doesn’t move. You’re close enough now that if you leaned forward, you could kiss him. Not that you would. Not yet.

You’re savoring this, the push and pull, the way he’s fighting himself more than he’s fighting you.

"You think I don’t see what you’re doing?" he snaps, finally breaking the silence. "You’re trying to mess with my head. It’s not going to work."

"Is that what I’m doing?" You feign innocence, batting your lashes.

"Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the one who can’t keep his eyes off me. Or is that just the hero complex talking?"

He exhales sharply, a sound that’s almost a growl, and then before you can react, his hand is on your throat. Not hard, but firm enough to make your breath catch. Finally.

"You’re pushing me," he warns, his voice almost a whisper.

"Or maybe," you purr, your voice trembling slightly but still laced with defiance, "you’re just tired of pretending you don’t want this."

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Suddenly he pulls his mask halfway up. Only exposing his lips. Then, his lips crash into yours, rough and desperate, and you can feel the heat of him through the suit. His other hand is on your waist, pulling you closer, regardless of you being trapped in his webs. You can feel the hardness of him pressing against you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s raw, animalistic, the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless and aching. His tongue invades your mouth, and you bite down hard, drawing a low groan from him. He pulls back, his chest heaving, and for a moment, you think he’s going to stop, to walk away. But then his hands are on your hips, lifting you effortlessly, and your back is hitting the wall again, the cold brick a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

"Spider," you gasp, your voice trembling, "you’re going to regret this."

"I already do," he growls, and then his mouth is on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his hands work to free you from the webs. They’ll take a while to dissolve, but he doesn’t seem to care, his hands slipping under your clothes, his fingers rough and demanding.

"You’re going to hate yourself tomorrow," you whisper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Maybe," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "but right now, I don’t give a damn."

His hands are on your ass now, lifting you higher, and you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding against him. The friction is electric, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, barely.

You were getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck me," you demand, your voice low and throaty. "Right here. Right now."

He growls a sound that sends shivers down your spine, and then his fingers are working at the bottom of your suit. Pullingthem down just enough to expose you. He’s fumbling with his suit, his movements hurried and clumsy, and then he’s inside you, filling you in one rough thrust.

You cry out, the sound swallowed by the rain, and your nails dig into his back. He’s not gentle, not this time, his thrusts are hard and unrelenting, each one driving you closer to the edge. You can feel the tension building in your body, the heat coiling in your core, and you know he’s feeling it too, the way his breath is coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Look at you," you whisper, your voice trembling, "the great Spider-Man, fucking the villain he’s supposed to stop. What would your fans think?"

He growls, his hips slamming into yours with even more force, and you can feel the sting of the brick wall against your back, the ache in your legs as you cling to him. But you don’t care. You don’t care about the pain, the rain, the danger. All you care about is the man in front of you, the way he’s losing control, the way he’s giving in to the desire he’s been fighting for so long.

"Harder," you demand, your voice breaking, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

His moans were like a drug, and the feel of his hands on you was intoxicating. His possessive and affectionate touch was both thrilling and comforting.

You can feel it building, the tension in your body, the heat in your core, and then it’s too much, too overwhelming, and you’re coming, your body shuddering against his.

He follows you over the edge, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic, and then he’s collapsing against you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the rain and the pounding of your heart.

And then he pulls back, his mask still plastered to his face, his eyes dark and unreadable. "This doesn’t change anything," he says, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh, Spider," you whisper, your lips curling into a smirk, "I think it changes everything."

── .✦

The rain had stopped, leaving the streets glistening under the dim glow of streetlights. Spider-Man stood there, his suit still clinging to his skin, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You, the villain, leaned against the damp brick wall, your smirk never wavering. The air between you was thick with tension, a dangerous cocktail of desire and rivalry.

"You’re always so predictable, Spider," you purred, your voice low and sultry. "Always chasing after little old me. But tell me…" You stepped closer, your hips swaying with every step, the sound of your heels clicking against the wet pavement echoing in the alley. "What would you do if I stopped running?"

His eyes narrowed under the mask, but you could see the flicker of curiosity—and something darker—behind them. "What are you getting at?" he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of intrigue.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the fabric of his suit, feeling the heat radiating from his body. "Come with me," you whispered, leaning in so close that your breath ghosted over the edge of his mask. "Just for tonight. Let me show you what it feels like to let go."

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he weighed his options. You could see the conflict in him, the struggle between his duty and the pull of whatever this was between you. Then, finally, he nodded. "Lead the way."

Your smirk widened as you turned, walking confidently down the alley, knowing he would follow. The city buzzed around you, but it felt distant and irrelevant. All that mattered was the game you were playing, the one you were determined to win.

Your lair was hidden in plain sight, an unassuming building in the heart of the city. Inside, it was a different story—a sleek, modern space filled with cutting-edge technology and decadent touches. You led him through the dimly lit rooms, the air thick with the scent of leather and something faintly floral. Finally, you stopped in a room dominated by a large, circular bed, the walls made entirely of glass, overlooking the city skyline.

"Impressive," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with caution. "But this doesn’t mean I trust you."

You laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Spider, you don’t have to trust me. You justhave to let go."

You moved closer, your body brushing against his as you reached up to trace the edge of his mask. "Take it off," you murmured, your voice dripping with temptation. "Let me see you."

He hesitated again, his breathing growing shallow. Then, slowly, he peeled the mask off, revealing Peter Parker’s face—youthful, vulnerable, and undeniably handsome. You stared at him for a moment, savoring the way his eyes flickered with uncertainty and desire.

"Beautiful," you whispered, though you knew better than to let him hear it. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing against his in a searing kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer.

The kiss was fierce, and desperate, a battle for dominance that neither of you was willing to lose. Your hands slid under his suit, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared at you, his eyes dark with hunger.

"Tell me what you want," he growled, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hands trailing down his chest to the waistband of his suit. "I want to see you beg," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr.

He let out a choked laugh, but there was no humor in it. "You’re playing with fire."

"And yet," you murmured, your fingers toying with the edge of his suit, "you’re the one who’s burning."

Before he could respond, you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a predatory grace. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you what it feels like to lose control."

And then you kissed him again, harder this time, your hips grinding against his, feeling the way he hardened beneath you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, his body arching against yours.

This is it, you thought, your mind hazy with desire. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

You pulled back, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Take off the suit," you commanded, your voice firm and unyielding.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, stripping off the suit and tossing it aside, leaving him bare before you. You took in the sight of him—his lean, muscular frame, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, the way his cock stood hard and ready against his stomach.

"Perfect," you murmured, more to yourself than to him. Then you leaned down, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the way they trembled under your touch. "Now, let’s see how long you can last."

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly, savoring the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked into your touch. His hands gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back, to keep control.

"Don’t fight it," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Let go."

And then you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down the length of him. He moaned, his hips jerking upward as you took him deeper, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. He was thick, his cock filling your mouth as you worked him, every stroke driving him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hands perfectly grabbing your braids as he tried to hold you still, but you pulled back, teasing him with the tip before plunging down again. He cried out, his body tensing as he tried to control himself, but you were relentless, your mouth and hand working in perfect sync.

"You’re so close," you murmured, pulling back to look at him, your lips swollen and glistening. "But I’m not done with you yet."

You climbed off him, ignoring his protest as you turned around, straddling his chest. You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his face as you whispered, "Your turn."

He didn’t need any more encouragement, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you down onto his face, his tongue delving into you with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, his tongue driving you wild.

"Don’t stop," you gasped, your hips grinding against his face as his tongue worked its magic. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

I’m so close, you thought, your mind hazy with pleasure. Just a little more…

And then he slid a finger inside you, curling it just right, and you were coming, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work you through your orgasm until you were a trembling, gasping mess.

You rolled off him, your body still trembling as you caught your breath. He stared at you, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark with hunger.

"You’re insatiable," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

You smirked, your hand trailing down his chest to his cock, feeling the way it twitched under your touch. "And you’re far from done," you murmured, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Now, let’s see how much you can take."

You climbed on top of him, guiding him into you, your breath hitching as he filled you completely. He groaned, his hands gripping your hips as you moved, your bodies sliding together in perfect sync. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hands sliding up your body to grip your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "You’re… unbelievable."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear. "And you’re mine," you whispered, your voice a low, dangerous purr. "Even if it’s just for tonight."

He groaned, his hips bucking upward as you moved, your bodies sliding together in a perfect rhythm. The sound of skin against skin filled the room still. Mingling with your breathy moans and his choked gasps. You could feel the tension building inside you again, your body coiling tighter and tighter as he thrust into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.

“Surrender to me,” he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust harder, deeper. "Let go."

And then you were coming again, your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He followed you over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled inside you, his grip on your hips almost painful as he held you still.

You collapsed on top of him, your bodies still trembling as you caught your breath. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the steady thrum of your hearts.

And then he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "This doesn’t change anything."

You smirked, your lips brushing against his ear. "Oh, Spider," you whispered, your voice dripping with amusement. "I told you—it changes everything."

HAHAHHSHDDHSHDHUWDHU. IM BITING MY LAPTOP RN- THIS IS SO GOOD. I hope you all AGREE!!!

(Credits: Aylaksu141 on TikTok)

See you later ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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crazylittlejester · 10 hours ago

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I hear the cries of fun headcanons and am here with whatever my brain has!

1. One day I will play with Shadow and Warriors talking battle strategies and getting on each other's last nerve by being the only person who will call each out on their terrible plays.

Wars: They're gonna flank you from the left.

Shadow: No, they'r- Fuck they are!

Wars: You could bring your troops around here and still have strength on *insert actual battle strategies here*

2. Warriors is the most well known Link only due to so many characters from other parts of the timeline knowing him. (Flora despises this. She wants to know how this one Hero has been mentioned like five different times across all of history.)

3. Warriors trusts his Impa so much (and they have such a close bond) that he'll believe anything an Impa says over their Link. This has gotten him in trouble.

4. Autistic Legend with Warriors as his "you take no energy to interact with" person

Addendum: Autistic Warriors that knows social cues and psychology because they're a special interest. He is the go to for "What do they mean questions?"

5. Aryll keeps pictures of all of her new brothers but her favorite is one of her, Link, and Warriors together.

Addendum: He's the favorite because he's tall(/bird-watching height) and takes what she's saying seriously.

6.Time feels safe being the leader because he knows he has Wars there with him.

This was fun. I hope you feel better and things get better for you! -A Random Tree

i LOVE autistic Warriors having a hyperfixation on people and then figuring out social interactions that way 😭 my hc for him is that his special interest is history and he loses his MIND exploring the eras because the history books were WRONG and he gets to take notes and CORRECT them and its so so so much fun for him. To me he’s the one who’s figured out the most about the timeline shenanigans because he NEEDS to learn about it and he will start questioning the others for more info and then he writes it down because his brain is a mess and his journals are both every thought he’s ever had and a very accurate detailed account of history previously unknown to his era (he’s crazy and i love him)

ALSO HIM BEING BIRD WATCHING HEIGHT IS SO CUTE

i love these so much thanks for sharing them anon :) your brain is huge 💙

#jes ask #lu warriors

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catzz089 · 1 day ago

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“Omg could you imagine how terrifying it would be if your just having fun matting with your friends then suddenly an F1 driver pulled up??”

No, I couldn’t. I’m shit at imagining.

I Like writing though

“Charles, please. We are going to be late if you don’t hurry up.” Max called through the door to their bedroom.

“I’m almost done!” Charles screamed back, still rifling through something in their bedroom, causing an overflow of mess that Max would somehow be coerced into cleaning up.

Max sighed, how come this happens every single time Max tries to plan something nice for them both, he really just needs to let Charles stick with the planning.

Charles slammed the bedroom door open, waltzing up to him and spinning, throwing his arms out,

“How do I look?”

What idiot stares at Max with the most gorgeous looking face known in history, and a perfectky accentuating outfit and then has the gall to ask how he looks?

Well, aside from Max’s idiot bug that’s a conversation for another time.

“Gorgeous, get in the car.”

He sighed dramatically, “it’s like you don’t even love me anymore, baby.”

“That’s because I don’t,” Max deadpanned, “Now please get going, we are cutting it way too close right now.”

Charles grabbed his hand, and began walking outside, “We’ll be fine mom cœur, you’ve left us ages of time, stop stressing.” He brought their hands up, planting a delicate kiss on Max’s hand.

Max pouted, “you can’t just kiss me and expect me to forgive you for taking literal hours ti get ready.”

“Yes, I can. Now hop in.”

“Wait I thought I was driving?”

Charles opened the passenger door, forcing him down inside.

“Nope,” he said, popping the p, “you thought wrong. You’ve done too much, let me drive.” He began doing the belt on Max’s seat.

Which was entirely unnecessary.

But quite sweet.

Not that Max would ever admit it, Charles would get far too big a head.

Charles jumped into the drivers seat, resting a hand on Max’s thigh and high-tailing the car out of their, knocking over their own bin as he did.

“Seriously? If your going to destroy property, at least make it someone else’s, I don’t want to deal with that.”

“Then pay someone to deal with it, I’m pretty sure you have the money for that.”

Max sighed, leaning back in his seat and gripping onto the car door, it probably wouldn’t save his life but security was security when you’re in a car with Charles Leclerc.

By the time they reached the track, they very much were late, only by 10 minutes or so, but still.

Late.

Max grabbed at Charles’ hand, running off to the changing rooms and dragging him behind.

“Max! Come on,” he whined, “Slow down, I haven’t gone for a run this entire off season, I’m going to get a stitch.”

“Your not that unfit, Schat, I want to get in the track, hurry up!”

“Maxie,” he complained, again, “we are on the track like every weekend, why are you so desperate to go back, it’s our holiday.”

Max just huffed, shoving on his race suit- Redbull, obviously, he’s not wearing some rental- and dashing down to the karts.

Charles groaned, running after him.

There was already an array of kids, all around 6-14 years old already down there and driving.

Charles had the pleasure of watching first hand as their jaws dropped, and nothing but pure terror filled their eyes.

His oblivious little boyfriend however, was far too focused on finding one of the remaining karts with the best tires and bagging that for himself to notice the kids trying to escape the track.

It’s not like they were even going to be racing strangers, just eachother.

Yeah, sure, they may just happen to be driving in the exact same track at the exact same track, but neither of them would ever dare to cause an accident.

Hopefully.

When the started their karts, Max bolted it into the track, making some poor 10 year old serve his car out of the way to maintain a good distance away, Charles screamed an apology behind him and followed in quick pursuit.

Their two hour session lasted a lot like that.

Charles ramming his kart into Max, subsequently banging into another kid

Max screaming in delight at overtaking Charles, scaring the child in front, making her flinch so badly she binned it into the wall.

Charles realising that the kart he thought was Max’s, was in fact a slightly older kid, so yelling “I beat you!” Into his face as he crossed the start line a millimetre in front was NOT the flex he thought it was.

In Charles’ defence, Max was arguably far worse than him, deliberately falling behind Charles to beat into him one too many times that he too, forgot the difference between a monegasque F1 driver, and a teenager, swerving his car into hers, knocking them both out of the track.

It was the most fun either of them had felt in a long while.

Neither of them were allowed back.

#ficlet #lestappen #help I’ve spent too long on the build up #did not read over this #probably many mistakes #but my big thing is as long as I haven’t accidentally snuck a very very very VERY bad word in their #people can live with the mistakes #putting your competitiveness behind you when there are kids involved?#nahhhh #ao3 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #ao3 fanfic #formula 1 #ao3 writer #formula 1 fanfic

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charliedawn · 2 days ago

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Hi Charlie! Kindly coming into your ask box- First of all how are you? I adore your stories, I read them whenever I'm feeling down and it's perfect whenever I want to forget about my real life problems haha.

I was wondering how would the slashers react to a Hungarian y/n? Obviously I never found anyone writing about this scenario, for we 'hungries' are few. I'm actually Székely (Hungarians who speak the older version of the language and live in a different region than actual Hungarians), which means I'm Transylvanian. Like how would they react finding out that reader can literally move around with a bottle of alcohol on their head without it sliding off? Having long hair that is traditionally braided in two, and red ribbons braided in it (this is female case, which means the girl is 'on the market'), being able to speak multiple languages, meeting bears every single month given living in forest mountains, and owning traditional clothes that in old times mean high status? I'm sorry that this sounds so personal but like all my life (ever since I found out about slashers) I wanted to know how one might react to this kind of situation, given most fandoms, OBVIOUSLY include English reader. You can ignore if you want and sorry if u don't understand what I wrote :')

If you don't want to write for this (like I feel like I'm being too specific and personal with things) then I guess how they would react to reader with an interesting accent- all my English friends told me they love how I speak it's funny for them. Sending hugs and kisses I adore ur work <3

No need to apologize ! My pleasure. This is a really unique and interesting request, and I had fun searching what a Székely reader would be like. I hope I did it right. 😆

Slashers React to a Székely Reader

Jason Voorhees

Jason, being deeply connected to his own forested home, would be fascinated by your experiences with bears. He’s used to dealing with intruders, but meeting a bear every month ? That’s next-level survival. He’d probably view you as someone incredibly strong and capable, which earns you a lot of respect in his eyes. Your ability to balance a bottle on your head would both impress and confuse him—he’d tilt his head like how ? He is a clumsy man and if he tried the same, no bottle would survive. If you let him touch your traditional clothes, he’d be extra careful, appreciating the craftsmanship and the colors.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t react outwardly, but he watches. A lot. He’d probably test your balancing skills by suddenly throwing something your way while you’re carrying the bottle. If you catch it without dropping the bottle, you’d get a slow approving nod. He might also silently grab a red ribbon from your hair, just to see how you react—if you snatch it back, he’ll keep doing it just to mess with you. But, he would also appreciate the traditions and understand your connection to nature—since nature is fairly important to him as well. If you could, he would ask you to learn the language. True, he would not be able to speak it—but just hearing it would make him happy. He would also ask you to teach him your traditional dishes.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would fixate on your braids and ribbons. He’d like the idea of your clothes being a ‘status’ marker since Brahms is from a higher-class family himself. But the ribbons…he would like them, but might get possessive, asking you to remove the ribbons or change their color so others don’t think you’re ‘on the market.’ Because you are not. You are HIS friend. No sharing or letting someone take you away from him. He’d also adore your ability to speak multiple languages, insisting you talk to him in Hungarian just so he can hear how it sounds. Your traditional clothes ? He’d want you to wear them all the time in the manor, seeing them as regal and elegant.

Bo & Vincent Sinclair

Bo would act like he’s unimpressed but would secretly be very intrigued. He’d tease you about the bottle-balancing trick—"Alright, but can ya do that while runnin’ ?"—but would absolutely brag about it to tourists before luring them into his trap. He would show them your trick and kill them while they are dumbstruck. Or he would ask you to bring his beers like that—and exclusively like that. And when he first saw you in your traditional clothes ? He was mesmerised. You looked like a damn princess. When you told him what the braids and ribbons meant though…Bo suddenly grabbed your braids and quickly pulled your braids loose…On the market ? Like hell you are…

Vincent, on the other hand, would love your traditional clothes. He’d want to sketch you in them, fascinated by the detail and historical meaning behind them. He would love to take pictures of you too. He would ask you about your culture and be really interested. He would also be impressed by the bottle trick and would immediately inform Bo because Bo would be impressed too for sure.

Norman Bates

Norman would see you as someone from another world—elegant, mysterious, and old-fashioned in the best way. He’d be captivated by your hair and the meaning behind the ribbons, maybe a little too curious about your availability status. If you ever wear your traditional clothes, he’d compare you to an old painting, romanticizing it. Your survival stories about the mountains and bears would leave him both impressed and slightly intimidated.

Norman *comes up behind you and slowly wraps his arms around you from behind* : "…Te vagy gyönyörű, drágám."

He would learn the recipes for Székely Gulyás (Székely stew), Puliszka (A cornmeal dish similar to polenta, eaten with cheese, milk, or stew) and Töltött Káposzta (Stuffed cabbage, a staple at Székely celebrations) to surprise you.

Freddy Krueger

Freddy would not take you seriously at first—until he sees the bottle trick. Then, suddenly, he’s got a new game to play. He’d try to mess with you by making dream versions of your traditional clothes wrong just to see if you notice the inaccuracies. He’d also probably joke about the bears—"So, what, you got one as a pet ?" If you start speaking Hungarian with him, though ? He’d hate it—he loves running his mouth, and now he doesn’t know what you’re saying. He would have to get a dictionary. He doesn’t like reading.

Pennywise & Penny

Pennywise would see you as someone tied to old traditions, which he respects in a strange way. He’d enjoy the idea of you carrying history with you. Penny, on the other hand, would love that you meet bears regularly—he’d probably insist that the next time you see one, you have to bring him along. The bottle-balancing trick ? Oh, now it’s a game. He’d try to distract you just to see if you mess up.

Penny would definitely imitate you and laugh as he starts dancing with three bottles on his head.

Jack Torrance

Jack would instantly bond with you over alcohol—if you can balance a bottle on your head, you must know good drinks, right ? He’d want to drink with you, hear your stories, and maybe even try balancing a bottle himself (bad idea). Your language skills would impress him, but he’d be especially curious about your encounters with bears—probably comparing it to his experiences in the snowy Overlook. He would also use you as an inspiration for his work and ask you questions about your traditions. He would also be interested in learning your language.

Ghostface! Eddie Munson

Eddie would be so hyped about your skills. "Dude, that’s metal as hell ! You walk around with a bottle on your head and survive bear encounters ? Like…what ?" He’d immediately ask you to teach him your language, failing horribly but loving every second. Your traditional clothes would remind him of a fantasy character, and he’d start calling you things like “the warrior queen of Transylvania.” He’d also be obsessed with the fact that you speak multiple languages—every time you switch to Hungarian, he’d dramatically pretend to swoon.

You: "A mosolyod beragyogja a napomat."

Him *looking at you with a big smile* : "I didn’t understand a single word that just came out of your mouth, but I love it."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #eddie munson #ghostface x reader #ghostface eddie munson #norman bates x reader

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ryoko-loves-roses · 3 days ago

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Interference

Ler!In-Ho + Lee!Gi-Hun

A/N: Thank you to whoever suggested this!! It was really fun to write, but it's like 1 AM so I'm going to go to bed now lol. Please leave some feedback <3 Summary : After Gi-Hun vowed to find the man that created the very same games that changed his life for the worst, he decided to rejoin, only to find out that his tactic for his 'hero complex' would have some... consequences. ═════════════════════════════════════════ Seong Gi-Hun lost everything—his mother, his friends, and most importantly, himself. So why on earth would he want to join the games again? It was a question even the Frontman couldn’t answer. - As Gi-Hun sat in the back of that familiar black limo, his face was void of any and all emotion. He stared blankly at the golden piggy bank, with his dead eyes staring into its soul. The memory of the island was haunting him every time he closed his eyes. He could see all 455 people who died there - in vain. The man Gi-Hun was before the 2020 Squid Games completely vanished. The light that he once had in his eyes? Gone. The hope he had for humanity? Vanished. Or was it? - “Let me play the game again.” His dark voice rang through the tense air - he was in the back of the limo, making sure not to break eye contact with the piggy bank right in front of him. Silence followed him, his own self-doubt stirring in the air. Was he really wanting to go back? What the fuck was he thinking? Though, it was true when he said that the VIP’s would find it entertaining, would they not? A former player to cause chaos and wreak havoc. Before Gi-Hun knew it, the limo filled with gas, knocking him out in a matter of seconds. Once the gas cleared, the slide door that divided the front from the back of the limo was rolled down. The Frontman looked back, his black mask hiding his true identity. Was this really it? Is player 456 going back to the games? - Gi-Hun was startled awake, the rock-hard mattress beneath him. Was he really back here? The same place he got traumatized relentlessly? He quickly sat up, almost bumping his head into the top of the bunk bed in the process. As he got up from the uncomfortable mattress, he looked upon the sea of confused, and mildly distressed players. “Hey! Where the hell are we?!” One player yelled out, and another followed with “This is kidnapping!” There were comments left and right from the crowd as the guards in pink suits stood on stage. Gi-Hun just stared, silently walking up to the crowd, before pausing in his action. He suddenly whipped his head around, staring right at the camera on the wall. Something - or someone was staring back at him. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel it. God, what was he thinking? Getting himself into this mess AGAIN?? He thought that maybe - just maybe… he could try and help people… warn them?

For the first time, Gi-Hun read the clauses thoroughly. - players MUST compete. - any player who refuses to play are eliminated And of course… - the games can be terminated if a majority of the players agree. There was nothing in the rules that mentioned helping a player could get him eliminated, so why not try it? The next thing Gi-Hun knew is that they were all transported into a room he knew all too well… The ground was sand-filled, and the walls along with the ceiling had the allusion that they were outside, but it was apparent they weren’t. At the very end of the room, there was a giant doll - she looked familiar to most of the Korean players. Young-Hee - she was usually found in some Korean textbooks, that much was apparent, but why the hell was she here? Most players were confused, - till they heard the announcement. “The first game you all will be playing will be - Red Light, Green Light.” The announcer spoke, the voice echoing across the fake walls and ceiling of this room that the players were kept in. “You are allowed to move forward when it shouts out green light. You stop when it shouts red light.” At this point, the players - besides Gi-Hun, were scoffing in pure amusement. That’s it? A stupid children’s game? Gi-Hun however - was dreading this. “If your movement is detected afterward… you will be eliminated.” Young-sik, a man with curly hair and messed up glasses decided to speak as the rules of the game were repeated in the background. “I told you, Mom - no gambling, just stupid children’s games!” He exclaimed to his mother, who had gray-ish hair, standing next to him with a confused expression. Gi-Hun needed to think of a plan, but he needed to think fast. Before he could stop himself, he ran forward, now standing in front of everyone. “Listen carefully!” He yelled, his voice loud enough to break sound barriers. “This is not just a game!” At this point, the others were looking at the man like he was a junkie. What the hell was he on about? “If you lose the game .. - You die!” … What? The others were looking around in shock, but a bit of doubtfulness too. I mean… that’s expected, right? This man that they’ve never met (apart from Jung-Bae) was telling them that if they got eliminated, they’d die. It’s the instinct to not believe, right?

Some players laughed, some scoffed, but all n’ all, no one believed him. Even Jung-Bae - a man who has known Gi-Hun for quite some time was doubting him - his own best friend. “Hey! What are you talking about?” An old woman shouted from the crowd. “You say we’re going to die playing red light green light? -” Of course, Gi-Hun’s plan wasn’t thought out thoroughly. Without another thought, Gi-Hun responded. “Yes, that’s right!” He yelled out to the crowd of confused and partially amused players. “If you get caught - you die!” Right now, The Frontman was looking at the cameras, and though his mask was hiding his identity, he was in disbelief that Gi-Hun thought this would work. Surely no one would believe him right? - Gi-Hun didn’t have time to explain any further as, the doll, or so to speak - Young-Hee, turned around slowly, her robotic hand lifting, touching the tree in front of her. As this happened, The Frontman took off his hood, then mask, putting it on the table next to him. It was clear - In-Ho had bigger plans than just to let a stupid former player ruin them. He reached for his cup of whiskey, taking a swig as he heard the last comment from Gi-Hun. “Do not be alarmed or panic!” Gi-Hun yelled, trying desperately to make the other players believe him, but it was all in vain. In-Ho was almost… amused to a certain extent. Unfortunately for Gi-Hun, the announcer spoke one more time. “Let the game begin.” Gi-Hun looked back in pure fright - looking at the crowd again, he raised his hands in a stance motion… as the game began. “This… will be interesting�� In-Ho thought to himself, tapping his foot impatiently against the concrete floor. - ”Mugunghwa-kkochi pieot-seumnida…” Quickly, and with great stances, the players moved across the sand floor, but once Young-Hee stopped singing, - they quickly stopped, along with Gi-Hun who made a quick motion. “Freeze!” He yelled out, the expression on his face anything other than calm. He wanted to make sure his efforts meant something.

Now - This ticked In-Ho off. He scoffed as he looked at the big TV broadcasting this incident in front of him. He should’ve known Gi-Hun would pull something like this, but truly, he knew Gi-Hun couldn’t be eliminated since he technically didn’t break any of the clauses that the games had in place. The point of the games is for players to be eliminated, which makes it more interesting to the VIPs. In-Ho watched on as no players got eliminated so far, which did take away the whole purpose. He got visibly irritated, which was rare given the fact that he is usually the master at controlling his emotions. Young-Hee’s robotic eyes glanced around the room, much to In-Ho’s dismay, green outlines took their form, showing him that no players could be eliminated. He just hoped that someone would make a mistake soon. As this tactic continued to be used, Gi-Hun figured he couldn’t stay in one spot for too long before the timer ran out or he’d be a goner, so he turned around, keeping his mouth covered as he ran at the third ‘green light’. So far, no one has been eliminated - “Freeze!” Gi-Hun yelled out again, his mouth covered to make sure Young-Hee couldn’t detect it. His bestfriend since grade school, Jung-Bae, stood beside him, a wary and fearful look on his face. He was unsure why his bestfriend - a man who he knew to be kind, generous, and outright a gentle person - yelling? Telling everyone that they’d get shot if they got eliminated from a stupid children’s game? He was starting to think that Gi-Hun really was crazy after all - In-Ho stared on, the floor of player pictures along with their player numbers still full to the brim. Fuck. Maybe In-Ho made a mistake of letting player 456 rejoin the games. …that was until a bee landed on kang mi-na - a girl with gorgeous hair, but one flaw - afraid of every insect in the book. Thanos was the one to inform her, and as she screamed with fear, she suddenly stopped with realization. “Crap.” She laughed, “I just moved.” And just like that, she got shot straight in the forehead. Thanos froze - maybe that ‘drunk guy’ wasn’t lying … In-Ho leaned back on the couch - his stoic features never left his face, though glad this could be the outcome. “Nobody move!” Gi-Hun shouted again, making sure to keep his mouth covered with his elbow. “You must not move!” The announcer then spoke - ”Player 196 - eliminated.” There was subtle frustration on In-Ho’s features, however - knowing Gi-Hun was “ruining” the game in some aspect. The others looked in quite horror, but so far, they managed to keep still - for now. In-Ho looked down at his cup of whiskey, humming in thought. Surely the frontman had all of this under control, right? He always preached about how he, himself follows his own rules, but if Gi-Hun couldn’t get eliminated, how would he stop this? So he began to think -

Unfortunately, Gi-Hun couldn’t save everyone from being eliminated. Around 90-ish players were eliminated, which the crowd of enraging players was told once they were escorted back to the main player dormitory, scuffed up and bloody per usual. Despite Gi-Hun’s efforts, he stood helplessly as he watched the others who first doubted him now blame him for even saying anything in the first place. In-Ho let out a sigh, leaning his head back. ”Gi-Hun, you imbecile.” He muttered to himself, suddenly picking up the walkie talkie that laid next to him, speaking a command into it. ”bring player 456 - unharmed and immobilized.” Once the command was spoken, In-Ho put his glass down on the side table, reaching for his usual black mask, and putting it snugly on his face, further hiding his identity. He then stood up… preparing for his final plan. - Under NO circumstance would he let a measly player ruin the fun.

… Gi-Hun awoke startled, his head throbbing with pain. The last thing he knew, was that he was dragged out whilst the others weren’t looking, and knocked unconscious almost immediately by two guards despite his pleas and efforts. There was an unidentifiable cloth in his mouth, gagging him, and making him unable to speak. Out of instinct, he tried to move his limbs but figured out immediately that he was restrained to the metal chair he was currently in. His arms were strapped behind him, along with his bare feet that were currently tied to the chair legs. The light flickered above him, as he looked around frantically, trying to speak but failing as he was still currently gagged. Then - he heard footsteps. Like clockwork, a man in a black mask… a man who Gi-Hun hadn’t seen before up to this point was surrounded by two of the familiar square guards. Gi-Hun’s eyes widened in fear, his frantic response still muffled by the gag as The Frontman walked up to him - the square guards stood at each side of the doorframe, closing the double doors and locking them in unison. The Frontman’s footsteps rang through the room as he stopped right in front of Gi-Hun. He knelt on one knee in front of the chair the frantic man was currently strapped in - now at eye level with him. ”Player 456.” His dark voice echoed off the walls, which shook Gi-Hun to his core even more - What the fuck was this about? Why was he suddenly kidnapped and brought into a room where god knows where?! He tried to speak, but all that came out were helpless muffles. “Mhhf-!” It wasn’t noticeable, but In-Ho was currently smirking. With one movement, he ripped the gag off of Gi-Hun’s mouth, earning a gasp of relief. “Fuck -” He choked out in a gasping voice, trying to make sense of the situation he was currently in. His arms and legs tensed, which only made The Frontman chuckle darkly, putting one firm hand on the chair’s back and keeping it steady as he spoke his next words. ”I should’ve known you’d try to save everyone. Your god complex is too strong, hm.” As In-Ho spoke, he contemplated taking off his mask, now deciding to keep it on, wanting to keep his identity a secret for now. ”Fuck you.” Gi-Hun spat out with a tint of venom and malice in his tone, which In-Ho honestly expected. He couldn’t help but smirk, though it wasn’t visible to his future victim. ” I’m stopping the harm you’re doing. I read the clauses, and nowhere does it state that I can’t help anyone!!” Gi-Hun argued, his voice rising in pitch. That was… true… and In-Ho hated that part. He knew he couldn’t physically hurt the man in front of him, but still - he wanted to give him a scare, to make sure he never tried this shit again. *” You have a point, Player 456. However—I can warn you without breaking my own set of rules… even though it may not be… conventional -”

What?... What the hell does he mean? Conventional? At this point, Gi-Hun’s mind was racing at many miles a minute, unable to pinpoint In-Ho’s words - or what they meant. Sensing Gi-Hun’s immense confusion, The Frontman stood up, his smirk hidden behind his mask. ”I suppose I will show you what I mean then, hm?” Before Gi-Hun could question it, The Frontman began to remove his gloves from his hands, showing his calloused but mostly manicured fingertips - despite this, Gi-Hun wasn’t sure what to think. “What … What the hell are you doing? -” Gi-Hun muttered, his voice becoming a bit shaky as he spoke. The man in front of him, however, put his black gloves on the table behind him, walking up to Gi-Hun with a purposeful stance. ”You tried to interfere with the games, and though you are correct that there wasn’t a rule set in place for me to punish you with elimination… nowhere in the book does it say I cannot punish you directly.” Gi-Hun didn’t have the chance to react before feeling two strong sets of fingers dig into his sides, - the man doubled over in hysterical laughter, and god almighty - if the room wasn’t soundproof, it was possible that the entire island could’ve heard him. - “SHIHIHIHIT -” Gi-Hun’s mind was racing as he tried to kick in reflex from the ticklish sensations, but his legs were tied down along with his hands - it was safe to say that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon… At this point, In-Ho was glad he had a mask because he was smirking like an idiot. Gi-Hun’s cackles rang through the air, gasping between laughs, although managing to speak a bit. ”EHehHEHAA-! FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!-” …Really? All he could shout were insults? Pitiful. In-Ho only dug deeper, and goddamn - something about this man’s touch sent the other into fucking space. I mean, Gi-Hun never pointed himself out as the ‘most ticklish guy’ but somehow he couldn’t stop laughing. Gi-Hun’s fingertips as well as toes curled as In-Ho decided to change places. He stood in front of the breathless player, deciding to knead his knuckles into the man’s ribs And ohmygod -

Gi-Hun’s eyes widened, his laughter going up SEVERAL octaves. “FUHUHUHUHUCK-!! NOHOHOOHOHO!!” It hasn’t even been 5 minutes and the man was already laughing like a lunatic. At this point, In-Ho figured he should say something. “..I doubt you are the same man that won the games before… you are laughing like a child at a few measly pokes. Pathetic.” The man in black taunted, only kneading his knuckles deeper - Gi-Hun shook his head from side to side as he laughed himself to tears. Currently, Gi-Hun wished he had never rejoined these damn games, or helped these players, but surely that’s just the ticklishness talking … right? Gi-Hun’s feet drummed against the solid concrete floor, and he could only pray that this ruthless man showed him some mercy, but it didn’t come. In-Ho’s eyes narrowed in amusement behind his mask, again contemplating if he should remove it or not. Gi-Hun tried everything that he could - thrashing, turning, god - even begging didn’t make this cruel man stop. He looked toward the two guards who were still guarding the door, but they just stood there awkwardly, doing absolutely nothing to save him from this torment. ”IHIHIIM SOOHOHORRY-! PLEheHEHEASE-!” As Gi-Hun pleaded, In-Ho let out a low chuckle, suddenly retracting one hand… and reaching up to his mask… With one click, he undid the strap, - taking off his mask. ”Apologizing, Gi-Hun?” He stated darkly, his smirk that was filled with malice now visible as he stood up. ”Unfortunately for you, we have all day here.” Gi-Hun only had a brief moment of breath before In-Ho’s hands shot forward, both sets of fingers suddenly drilling in between Gi-Hun’s ribs… To say he screamed would be an understatement. Gi-Hun jolted, almost knocking the chair he was in to the floor as he cackled with hysterical laughter. ”FUUHUHUHUHUUCK-!! PLEHEHEHASE- PLEHEHEHEPLEEHHEASE-”Gi-Hun pleaded with every chance he got, but it was brutally ignored by the man who was chuckling darkly at his expense and tickling the living shit out of him. It wasn’t about the rules of the games anymore that much was clear - but it was about how humiliated he could make player 456. The guy who swore that he could stop the games was nothing but a melted, ticklish mess in front of his brutal enemy. He tried to get a good look at The Frontman’s face, but it was hard to do that when his eyes were filled with ticklish tears, as he laughed his ass off - ”I hope you won’t call yourself ‘the hero’ after this moment, Gi-Hun… because now, you and I both know that you don’t deserve it.” …as much as Gi-Hun didn’t want to admit it, it was true - what hero would cackle like a toddler at a few digs and scribbles? His sides and stomach hurt like hell, but no matter what, he could not stop laughing. … *In-Ho only hoped that after this moment, Gi-Hun learnt a valuable lesson: interference isn’t worth it.

#squid game #tickle #in ho #gi hun #tickle sfw #tickle fandom #tickle community #season 2 squid game #season 1 squid game

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crushedsweets · 3 days ago

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Please feel free to use my ask to talk about your oc, she's neat!

Ahhh thank you!!!

I’ll be honest I don’t really know WHAT to say about her unless I’m given specific prompts … partially because I have a hard time writing for her cuz I can’t settle on a “main” universe and that messes everything up LOL

Anyhow. I think Mayhaps I’ll talk about her ghosts and how those mess with her

Being the only child on the orchard attracted a lot of ghosts to her. Most of them are slender-sick ghosts that died because of him(whether directly or indirectly by proxies or suicide).

It started off as little animal ghosts or other children playing with her or adults just watching her from a distance, standing in the tree lines and disappearing when she walked too close. She would tell her family and they’d be like “okay bonnibel head on inside” believing she was just making stuff up or had imaginary friends

It only took the next few summer before it started getting intrusive and creepy. The adult ghosts walking towards her playing outside, and she’d notice them covered in blood or having animal heads or various other Not Normal Things. It would scare the shit out of her, obviously, but because it was sort of a like… gradual increase in severity, and her family kept brushing it off as her wanting attention, she’d start keeping it to herself while still. You know . Panicking

I Imagine one summer she’d be climbing a tree, jsut having fun as a child would be, and a ghost suddenly appeared at the top of the tree trying to grab her. She falls and breaks her arm. LMAAAAOO. Comes screaming and crying on the way home . That’s one of the times her papa would go storming outside with a shotgun to find whoever tried grabbing Bonnie(setting an example for her.) but he obviously didn’t find anyone. Bonnie had a cast for the rest of summer

After she killed the woman in the forest around age 12, she got a new ghost. It’s the dark figure with the teeth and eyes I usually draw her with! That one followed her all the way to California, even when it wasn’t summer at the orchard. That’s part of the reason she didn’t go back for so long, the guilt/fear of being caught, and cuz she had a CONSTANT reminder of how awful the hauntings were. She could handle one ghost, but several ??!!

After she came back to the orchard in her late teens/early 20s, she started carrying a pistol around in her bag. Mostly because that’s when proxies start actually stalking her. She didn’t used to have proxies on her ass, but now that she’s an adult, slenderman isn’t exactly sure he still wants her roaming around. But he thinks there could be some use for that little. Um. Talent of hers. So it’s complicated

She doesn’t even keep the gun loaded though LOL she Carries bullets in case she needs to load it but she’s very freaked out that she’d accidentally shoot herself in the leg sitting down too quick. Whether it works that way or not

I honestly have no clue how I plan to end her story. Either she goes back to Cali and stays there, or she dies. Or I guess maybe she becomes like… not a proxy cuz slendy would NOT want her ass, but sort of a tool? An asset? Again, using the whole ghost ability to get information proxies might want. This would work in my AU especially cuz the proxies are always trying to ward off the paranormal in Tuscaloosa

#asks #Bonnibel Hayes #thank you!!! for ask #typed this up while eating breakfast LOL now I gotta go to work… rip

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hustling-starley · 16 hours ago

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She perks up at the mention of cosplays, remembering a conversation they'd had a while ago. The very same conversation where they'd ended up having that sleepover, and started dating. And she gets an idea.

"It'd definitely be fun! Plus, if you've got the Rosalina outfit, I could just dress up as Daisy to match with you! I ditch those boring plumbers and let Peasley handle Luigi, and fall in love with a super hot galaxy goddess!"

She laughs, imagining herself telling the tale of this Alternate Universe to fellow con-goers, and seeing the reactions range from running with the story, to being utterly baffled. Maybe even annoyed, but she and Ame could always cast a curse on them, so that would still be amusing.

She pulls away for a moment to grab her purse, attaching the Kuromi keychain to it before throwing it over her shoulder.

"But well, if Princess Ame-chan really wants to steal me away for the day... why don't we take this party back to your place, hmm~?"

. . .

By the time the two of them arrive at Ame's apartment, Grayson's sitter has thankfully already arrived to take her boy off her hands. Now, nothing and nobody could distract her from Ame.

She can tell Ame's been eager to have her to herself, thanks to her insisting she cut the stream early, and her flickering of the lights growing rapid. Truth be told, Harley was kind of relieved Ame came when she did, considering the fatigue of streaming since early in the morning had started to take a toll on her. Even if it was fun, full of party and trivia games with friends.

She steps inside, duffel bag full of the same supplies, snacks, and some overnight clothes as the last time she was here. She stretches with a loud whine, cracking her back as she huffs.

"Hooooh, what a day... Feels like I'm coming home after work, but infinitely better because I wasn't bored to tears."

She sits back and relaxes on Ame's couch, already getting comfortable. Though, she ends up throwing any extra mess she finds into a trash can nearby.

"Y'know, when your birthday rolls around, you're gonna wake up to a whole new apartment. Spick and span, and I'll be wearing the sickest costume imaginable. And you'll go 'woooow, Harleyy, you're so sweet! My knight in shining armor deserves a rewaaaard~' and then those nerds will go hungry for the rest of the week!"

She teases, imitating Ame's voice.

Harley snorts at Ame's comment. She really does know me so well, huh?

"Well, duh. It's my birthday, so if I wanna postpone the stream, I can always use birthday privileges. Besides, I've already been going for 12 hours anyway."

She sighs, nuzzling into Ame's neck. "You're a better birthday present than any of those losers combined."

She was only making a lighthearted jab at her followers, which they've long come to expect considering her status as a Digital Demon, but the sentiment about Ame was genuine. She's shown much more of herself to Ame than she has to anyone else over these past couple of weeks. More of her mind, her body, and her heart.

Not that she hasn't been open with her friends and her Aunt, but she loves them in different ways. Ame was just as important to her now, especially with how much the both of them know about each other. They could tear each other apart, a mutually assured destruction that would ruin the both of them in an irreversible way. But neither of them wanted to, and that in and of itself was a miracle.

Both of them were no strangers to sarcasm, laughing at clichéd stories they could never see themselves in. But they were laughing together, weren't they? They could always make their own stories together, ones that served them better.

Making fun of bad movies at the theater, playing arcade games together, walking through the city and visiting the park, going to the Aquarium, having fun at the Amusement Park…

The future was full of endless potential, endless possibilities, endless adventures. And Harley wants to explore as much as she can with Ame.

She's never imagined herself settling down with anyone, because really, who in the world would have the patience, the dedication, the willingness to play along, the ability to keep up, slow her down, or have the openness to spend on her? Who would want to? And yet here Ame is, with a gift for her. It was small, something she probably bought last minute, because Harley didn't tell her when her birthday was. The fact that Ame went out of her way for her, especially when compared to Ame lacking the motivation to clean her own house… it's special.

She gasps once she opens the gift, marveling at the small key chains Ame had gotten for her. In that signature Jirai Kei style she'd come to associate with Ame, though it was hardly a bad thing.

In fact, when she'd see outfits relating to it come up on her feed, she'd saved them as something to show to Ame later. It makes her feel warm, imagining Ame's delighted expression at what she could wear for her next outing.

Matching key chains, a symbol of the two of them being inseparable, proudly wearing the fact that they're together without risking Ame's career. In a way, it was genius. Secretive, but not ashamed.

She smiles, full of fondness, and a feeling that leaves her holding her arms behind her back. Bashful, as she holds onto both of the chains. Love.

"I want Kuromi." She finally says, taking one of the key chains. "She reminds me of you, so I wanna look at her whenever I can't look at you, or I miss you. Not that she could ever beat the real deal, but… yeah."

She then steps forward, pulling in Ame for a kiss as she puts the My Melody key chain in her hands.

"Plus, if I'm gonna live rent free in your head, I gotta be pretty in pink, yeah?"

#ic #needyraincandy u #honestly it isn't the first time harley's done matchies BUT. it is the first time she's doing it #with her girlfriend. and that's special <3 #i tend to picture harley as something along the lines of rokku gyaru #also ame better be prepared for harley to start bothering her a lot more often LOL

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chizukao · 22 days ago

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new shipcest ocs!!! the one on the left is nini (nina) and the one on the right is rina (sabrina).

theyre twins in highschool. nini is older and outgoing. rina is younger and more serious. both are magical girls, though nini is good and rina is evil (for some valid reason that i havent thought of yet). they constantly have a gay rivalry thing going on as magical girls, though they don't know each other's real identities.

nini is like. super cutesy-core and loves hanging out with her friends at the mall and taking photos together and doing makeup. rina is more studious and focused on school, but she has a soft spot for nini and will sometimes allow herself to be roped into hanging out.

idk what their Deal is yet exactly (outside of being magical girls), but once i do i shall share it here :>

#oh my god.....what if i gave them the mlb lovesquare shenanigans #like one is in love with the other's magical girl form and the other is in love with her sister. and all the fun things that comes with tha #that could be very fun to mess around with........#shipcest #sibcest #twince$t #twinc3st #lumi's ocs #nina (lumi oc)#sabrina (lumi oc)#lumi's posts

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mipexch · 1 year ago

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since layer 7 dropped you can send literally any enemy to go kill something wicked repeatedly & v2 being the one to do that is just really funny to me

#ultrakill #something wicked #v1 #v2 #its gonna fucking KILL YOU!!!!#it literally circles around them like it does v1 and its really funny to me. like Really funny #you can hear something wicked start hissing as v2 hunts it down #literally almost got me when i was camping out in the terminal room but v2 saved me.........#very fun to mess with #minos was funnier but much worse #couldnt even figure out where they went i could just hear him going DIE and slamming into the ground before something wicked started making #-noises again and teleporting #i stand by something wicked being the ONLY thing v1 is afraid of #because me too. honestly #gen art

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kizzer55555 · 9 months ago

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Ultimate Escape Room

Sam, Danny, and Tucker are bored. Nothing seems to be a challenge anymore. Summer vacation is coming up but they can’t agree on anything . Themepark? What’s a better roller coaster than Jack driving? Scary movie? I’m sorry, nothing beats Fright Knight’s nightmare realm. Bungie jumping? Danny can fly. Then Tucker, who’s been typing on his computer, asks “what about an escape room?”. The others are about to shut the idea down because seriously? Easy. But Tucker just grins and shows them his computer screen.

“Ever heard of Arkham?”

Danny and Sam lean over to read the description and all three turn to each other and grin.

Now, what’s the fastest way to get into Arkham?

…

So the chaos trio do ✨something✨ that gets them locked up in Arkham and then try to escape and they keep. You know, normal stuff for Arkham inmates. Except this trio? Keep. Getting. Out. Of. Their. Cells. So they are just passing by locked up rogues and waving at them as an army of prison guards chase after them. Sure they could get out the easy way (Aka powers) but no, this is a challenge so they have the normal rules of an escape room. Aka, you can’t break anything and an extra rule where if a guard catches you, then you can’t fight back (also, no one can get hurt). (They make fake identities and everything). So they need to go through the whole process. Figure out how to unlock cuffs. Could be learning to pick a lock with a spoon/stick/long nails. Then find the keys. Possibly having to crawl through vents to get in the warden’s office. Or making deals with prison inmates. Like, I’ll get this for you if you give me that (however they extract a promise that the rogue can’t kill anyone with whatever they help them with.) So they are in prison literally doing errands like find freeze’s weapons in exchange for him telling them the passcode to the gate or something. Or getting Waylon some meat from the cafeteria and he’ll break the lock on this movable vault that has materials to make smoke bombs they can use to distract the front guards.

These kids are just going wild and it gets to the point where Arkham has to call the bats (like no Waylon, we won’t escape with you, we have to do it without breaking any walls!) So literally the only reason they are not escaping is because they want to do it ‘right’. But they are also aiding other rogues in their escape (at least certain ones. They aren’t helping joker no matter what he offers)

It’s driving the bats mad. They have vigilantes stationed in each hall, in multiple monitor rooms.

They aren’t even using anything clever to block the cameras. They’re using mirrors. Mirrors! Where did they even get so many handheld mirrors!

They are running circles around the bats. The escaped rogues literally aren’t doing anything yet because they want to see how the three hellions will escape the entire bat clan. They have bets going. So there is a temporary truce.

Just imagine the conversations/interrogations the bats will have with trio, trying to figure out their master plan - because surely there's something more going on than three chaos young adults playing a game, right?

They trio each have a different story. And they are so passionate/convincing actors that no one knows which story is real. At least one of them told a sob story with legitimate tears.

Danny: (all mysterious) You shall never know our master plan….until it is too late. And just casually dropping hints that there is something greater or that the bats are playing right into their hands. Even using ridiculous scenarios like yesss the ketchup explosion in the cafeteria….We are one step further….Mwa ha ha! (Rubs his hands together)

Sam: (absolutely distraught with literal tears running down her face and ruining her mascara.) There is a terrible organization holding their parents hostage. They had been framed and forced to be in Arkham. If they don’t do exactly as they are told, their loved ones are in danger! Should we stay? Should we escape and help them!? No one will believe us and what if we make things worse? We don’t know what to do!

Tucker: (takes a long slurp of a smoothie. Where he got one? No one knows). Yeah we were bored and had nothing better to do than mess with you guys. (Sluuuuurp).

The bats are trying to figure it out. Is the black haired guy telling the truth and the other two are just manipulating them? Is it the girl and the others are only following the plot of the organization? IS THE BARET KID RIGHT AND THEY’RE JUST MESSING WITH US!? WHICH STORY IS IT!?

Under normal circumstances, Sam wouldn’t give a sob story because It’s not really her vibe. But Sam has the opportunity to pull one over on a bat. Do you honestly think she won’t take a chance to mess with them? Also, Dick is the one who is interrogating Sam.

He’s crying too by the end of the story.

Poor guy, Sam will play his heart like a fiddle.

Also, their fake identities are Jordan for Danny. Mortica for Sam (or Macey for short) and Phineas for Tucker. The fact that they are using fake identities is the only thing they all agree on in the interview. But the bats find nothing on them and the identities are so realistic they wonder if they are even fake at all. If the three are faking fake IDs to throw them off their tail from looking deeper. Apparently their ‘parents’ having a missing persons report.

Damian is interrogating Danny. It’s just so easy to rile him up and get under his skin. It’s absolute drama in that interrogation room.

Danny: ah yessss. Master plan.

Damian: you shall never succeed! Justice shall prevail evil scum!

And Duke is interrogating Tucker. He just…has no idea how to respond to this. He wasn’t trained for this response. Hostile, yes. Mysterious, yes. Scared, yes. Civilian, yes. Even Flirtatious! YES! But not…this. What does he do? should he take out his note cards?

Also, I’m adding a mix of home alone elements to this. They have to get past the bats somehow and it can’t be lethal. Poor Jason and Steph who are patrolling the halls fall victim to most of this.

At one point, both of them are tied up together and hanging from the ceiling. While the trio just casually walk by under them.

It’s dental floss. Really strong dental floss.

Then the bats start taking sides.

Jason? once he hears Sam's story, he's immediately willing to help her. He and Dick are searching for that missing person's report almost religiously.

Tim believes Danny's story. part of it is because it makes the most sense, and the other part is that he's slightly biased from becoming an evil megalomaniac in every timeline he's seen so he's subconsciously trying to stop that from happening here.

Cass believes Tucker because come on, it's Cass.

Steph is siding with Tim because her father was cluemaster so same reasons.

Bruce is trying to fact check all of them and is failing desperately.

Sam added some ‘clues’ in her interrogation and basically threw the GIW under the bus as the organization. So the bats do find a shady organization but so far no missing persons so the other bats still don’t know if what Sam is saying is true or not while Dick takes this as absolute proof and Jason feels like it doesn’t matter if she’s telling the truth at this point. It’s a corrupt organization. So he’ll still blow it up.

I think in this AU, the GIW isn’t a threat and more of an annoyance so Sam just plays them up as even worse. Like, she doesn’t say anything untrue just makes it sound worse out of context. Oh yeah, they opened fire on this random kid. (Gregory when they thought he was phantom) Oh yes, they have destroyed Danny’s house at one point. (The prank war with Vlad) Yes, the have an unhealthy obsession with dissecting people. (Even though they are too incompetent to actually catch anyone).

So again, they don’t know if Sam is telling the truth of the organization or they just used this random organization to draw their attention away from the three’s plans (as Danny implied). Possibly an enemy organization or a competitor.

I know everyone makes the GIW a big threat but I decided to change it up. They aren’t a threat but still get obliterated by a pissed off Red Hood and Nightwing.

And that’s another reason why Sam gives the sob story. Danny and Tucker are great but they wouldn’t actually sick a crime lord on the GIW. Sam? Absolutely would. She does not care what happens to them. They tore up her garden one time with a stray shot. She wants revenge. And sure, she didn’t actually know what would happen to them after the bats find out but she still doesn’t care.

And through all of this, the rogues are sitting back and eating popcorn while Joker screams bloody murder from his cell.

#Dpxdc #dcxdp #Kizzer55555 ideas #Sam Danny and Tucker are chaos gremlins. Correction. BORED chaos gremlins. The most frightening of all.#The GIW are not a threat but Sam still decides to mess with them.#Danny is having too much fun messing with Damian. He wants to see how far he can push the baby bat.#At one point he even sets up a scavenger hunt with ‘clues’ that makes Robin run all around Arkham convinced Danny had placed some kind of #Hidden weapon there. It was a whoopy cushion.#Poor Dick is getting played. He’s trying very hard to calm Damian down because that poor Jordan kid is just trying his best!#He has no Choice!#Jordan is now Damian’s life long nemesis.#Duke and Tucker sitting in a room. Slurping slushees…..awkward silence.#They can hear screams of rage from one room and hysterical sobbing in the other. ‘Phineas’ looks at Signal. “Sup”#The trio home alone the entire prison. Then cut the lights. Everyone is convinced they escaped again and start running around and getting #Caught in traps. Meanwhile. Sam and Tucker just broke into Danny’s cell to play Uno. It was game night! They don’t break out on game night!#By morning the entire prison is filled with shaving cream. Glitter bombs. All of the guards are caught in toilet paper like mummies or #Stuck in the vents. Steph and Tim are somehow caught in a life size Chinese finger trap made of pillowcases. Jason is knocked out by the #Ketchup bombs (curtesy of a favor from condiment king). The monitor room looks like an egg apocalypse. Damian is screaming from where #He got trapped in an empty cell. There is an ominous pole in the courtyard with a decapitated teddy bear head impaled on top.#And batman’s suit has been dyed pink.#Technically the trio COULD walk out of here at this point. But they were having game night! They weren’t even trying this time!#It doesn’t count unless they are trying! So they walked back into their cells and close it on themselves. Danny’s cell is right across from #The still locked up Robin who is glaring MURDER at him.#‘Jordan’ winks.

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