#wolf chan in my phone case ^__^ !!!

[christopherisfoive]

Hiii I want to request a prompt for chan

Would you mind doing prompts 4, 14 and 16 together for chan? Hehe thank youu, but if you don’t want to it’s always fine too!

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Jealous glare, three days of tension, one messy confession—more “medium-burn” than slow, I’ll admit. Still packs a punch. Thanks for the prompt; come back if you want something that smolders longer. Also is the length okay? For one shots I try not to make them too too long but if you guys like them that way let me know! Getting through more requests. My inbox is very packed ty ty guys!

☕ Love and Other Stupid Disasters

Jealousy that turns into something more | Enemies to lovers tension | “I hate how much I love you

Day 1 The Usual Annoyance

You are wiping fingerprints off the front counter when the bell above the door chirps.

No need to look up. Only one person strides in like he owns the oxygen.

“Medium black,” Bang Chan announces, dropping his elbows onto the still-damp counter.

“Maybe today you’ll spell my name right, gorgeous?”

You drag a fresh cup over and scrawl without glancing up.

Chris pratt.

Chan clicks his tongue. “Creative slander, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you deadpan. “Delusions of grandeur pair nicely with burnt beans.”

He grins like a wolf, swipes two stir sticks, and flicks them across the surface so they skitter into your rinse tub.

A petty little victory.

You answer with a sugary smile and an eye roll big enough to see from space.

Neither of you notices the regulars filming your silent comedy on their phones.

Day 2 Sharper Edges

Chan is early. Cockier. Louder.

“Miss me?” “Like food poisoning.”

He leans so close you can smell detergent and rain on his hoodie.

You pretend not to breathe him in. He pretends not to watch your cheeks heat.

Chris provolone lands on his cup today. He laughs outright, tells you the pun is lactose intolerant.

You flip him off behind the pastry case. A barista snorts. Customers whisper. Exactly the kind of attention neither of you claims to want.

Day 3 The Smiley

It’s late when a flirty stranger appears. Handsome, harmless, tipping too much.

You laugh at his bad joke, draw a tiny 🙂 next to Paul and slide the latte across.

The café could have imploded from the way Chan’s smile falls.

He collects his black coffee without a word. Paper creaks under his grip. His shoulders are stone as he exits. Your stomach drops so hard you miss the register beeping.

Day 4 Silence

No Bang Chan. No bickering. No stir sticks skittering.

The shift is only six hours, but it stretches like taffy in your chest.

Day 5 Frostbite

Chan reappears in the doorway, hoodie up, unreadable.

“Medium black.”

You set a plain cup on the bar.

He doesn’t peek at the name. He doesn’t tease. He simply pays and leaves.

No seat by the window, no lingering glance.

Your heart ricochets around your ribs while the door swings shut behind him.

Day 6 The Echo

He’s back, but worse. Polite, detached, professional.

You answer in the same frosty tone. Your voices are knives wrapped in linen.

You nearly write Chris provolone—stop, scribble nothing.

He doesn’t notice. Or pretends not to.

You wipe the counter long after he’s gone, chasing a stain that isn’t there.

Day 7 The Heart

Closing shift. Lights dim. Chairs stacked. You sit alone, marker tapping against your thumbnail. Your chest feels stretched, thin, empty.

A clean cup. A shaky hand. A single heart, tiny, desperate. Drawn where a name should be.

You tuck it beneath the register and hope you haven’t lost your mind.

Day 8 Breaking Point

Chan arrives right before lock-up. Hoodie down. Eyes ringed by sleepless nights.

You slide the heart cup toward him, fingers trembling. He stops, reads the silent apology. Something breaks behind his eyes.

For the first time in days he heads to the window seat and waits.

The café empties. Lights dim to after-hours amber. Your pulse thunders while you bolt the door and cross the floor.

The Argument

You sit, arms crossed. “Silent treatment and melodrama. Original.”

“Jealousy looks melodramatic from the outside,” he mutters.

“It was a smiley face. Grow up.”

“Easy for the barista of the year. I was just another caffeine fix.” Chan plays with the cuff of his sleeve, avoiding eye contact.

He spins the cup; the little heart blurs in circles.

“You think I only noticed you because you’re loud?”

“Did you? Because it sure looked like you had smiles to spare, just never for me.”

Anger flares, sharp, defensive, terrified.

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy acting untouchable...”

“Maybe if caring about you didn’t feel like self sabotage...”

He half-stands, chair scraping, voice cracking.

“I hate it, Y/N. How much you matter. I hate how much I—” He swallows, fists curled white around the paper cup. “I hate how much I love you,” Chan says, voice hoarse.

The Collapse

Air leaves your lungs. You stand, shoving your chair back. He mirrors you, hoodie strings wrapped around his fists like lifelines.

“You’re an idiot,” you say with a tiny smile.

“Yours, though?”

It’s not a plea. It’s a confession in four syllables.

You grip the strings, yank him forward, crash your mouth onto his.

The kiss is ugly. Teeth clack, noses bump, breathless and wet with unshed tears.

His hands frame your jaw, thumbs trembling. Your fingers fist in soft cotton like you’ll drown without him.

When you part, foreheads pressed together, both shaking, you finally breathe:

“Tomorrow I’m drawing the worst Chris Pratt you’ve ever seen.”

Chan laughs, half sobbing. “Make it a masterpiece. I’m keeping the cup.”

You stay there long after the lights time out, two silhouettes tangled in a mess of love and leftover anger— and for the first time all week, the café feels right again.

[writeonwhiskey]

Summer in Seoul: Ch 2

word count: 620 [ fic master list ]

(CHAN POV)

The car ride home is silent. It always is when our flights get in this late. I take out my phone, open the Notes app, and read over the lyrics I jotted down on the plane. We have a lot of studio time coming up this week and still have to fine tune some verses. I try to remain focused as I read over them, but my mind starts to wander. I open WhatsApp to the new contact that’s been added.

I feel like shit for causing you to break your phone—I hope you’re able to get wherever you’re going without it. As I think of this I start to worry that maybe I should have helped you out a little more. I hadn’t considered what it would be like to be alone in a strange place with no connection to the world. It’s not like I could have offered you a ride with us. Well, I could have but then I’d have to endure too many questions from our staff.

Fuck.

I tap my lip absentmindedly as my mind goes wild, thinking of all the worst possible case scenarios. For the most part, though, I can convince myself that you didn’t seem helpless or afraid at the thought of being without your phone until it gets fixed. In that short interaction we had, you came off rather confident—yeah, you could definitely hold your own. Hmmmm.

y/n.

I like that name. It suits you. Your face lit up when you smiled and laughed. It was warm, like summer. You seemed completely unassuming, too. I have to admit, helping you pay for the repair wasn’t the only reason I wanted your number. I do want to pay for it, but I also wouldn’t turn down an offer to see you again. I know the others would warn me against it since we’re home. We have to be more careful here.

It didn’t seem like you recognized me, but the boys and I have a steadfast rule about interacting with people when we’re in Korea. It’s a lot easier to be carefree young men when we travel—less recognition in most places. But here it takes a lot of work.

As I gaze out the window and look at the surroundings, I see we’re almost home. I nudge Hyunjin and Changbin to wake them. Jisung is wide awake, watching some drama on his phone. When the car comes to a full stop, I’m the first to exit. I stand to the side, directly across from the driver, as the others file out.

We take the elevator up and as soon as we’re inside, Hyunjin slinks off towards his room, eyes half open while Changbin heads to the kitchen and Jisung plops down on the couch, still absorbed in his phone. I remind them what time practice is tomorrow, but I’m not sure they hear me. They should have alarms set on their work phones, but I’ll make sure they’re up anyways. As always.

I follow after Hyunjin and bid him goodnight before entering my second room. It’s separate from where I actually sleep—this is a space the staff set up specifically to host Chan’s room from. Which I can’t even fucking do anymore. Being here still puts a sour taste in my mouth, but it’s where I do my best work while at home.

I sigh as I flip on the lights. Everything is exactly where I left it—desk, bed and the wolf-shaped triangle lighting figure above it. I take my laptop out of my bag and set it up on the desk.

Glancing at the clock, I see it’s 3:00am. But there’s always work to be done.

a/n: when i was originally writing this, all that stuff with chan's room was going down so there are bits of that sprinkled throughout. [ read chapter three here ]

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Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · smut · roommates to ??? | this piece takes place before these two got together · allusion to the reader being chubby · self-pleasure (both parties are getting off, but not engaging with each other) · voyeurism · improper use of supernatural abilities · Chris’ inner wolf won’t shut up · mentions and hints of: fingering, knotting, breeding, etc · Guilty & Moping Christopher · self-loathing

minors do not interact.

Chris would’ve never thought he’d be this weak. He was usually very good at ignoring this attraction he felt. A couple of months of you living here with him had practically trained him for it. However, a handful of nights a week, it was almost impossible to ignore.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, really. It was only natural that someone your age would indulge in one of the most primal needs an animal could have, and, of course, like a proper human, you had tools to deal with all that. 

The first time it happened, he almost dropped dead right then and there. It took him a moment to notice back then. He was so sleepy he thought he might’ve been hearing things, but, after a few moments of that faint buzzing sound resonating through the walls, the first quiet moan gave it all away.

It was almost embarrassing how quickly he started to get hard the moment he realised you were a few steps away, getting off. Chris had covered his face and ears with his pillow in a desperate attempt to not hear. Having enhanced hearing didn’t make it okay to eavesdrop, especially not during such intimate circumstances.

That night, he had to stop his hands from moving multiple times. He refused to get off to the sound of your quiet whines, to the buzz of the toy… He refused to even start imagining the scene you’d be painting in your room. He tried to distract himself, watching cute videos on his phone, or putting his headset on to try and muffle the sounds travelling through your shared home.

He’d succeeded for the most part, but after you were… finished, he heard you going through the motions of leaving your room, going to the bathroom, and then back to your room… He needed to drink something, his mouth was dry and his senses were on edge, plus, a cold shower was more than needed, considering his traitorous cock just wouldn’t go soft.

He had to wait almost twenty minutes to leave his room, just in case you were still awake. Honestly, the moment he stepped out of his room and went into the bathroom, he was almost winded by the smell of your scent in the hall. It wasn’t your fault, it probably just lingered there from when you had walked through here earlier, but, God, it wasn’t helping his problem one bit…

Regardless, Chris had been able to keep himself in check that night. No boundaries were broken, and that was enough to ease his mind.

However, even if he’d succeeded, he wasn’t really prepared to deal with this on the regular.

Every night he heard the buzz, it was a night spent in agony. Sometimes he’d just stay in his room, headphones plugged in, playing a game on max volume. On other nights, it’d be so incredibly difficult to hold himself back from doing something he’d regret, so he’d just leave the flat altogether.

He’d go to Changbin’s, or Minho’s, or Jisung’s, or anyone’s, as long as he got to be away from you and your goddamn scent and the alluring sounds coming out of your room.

He should’ve known that this couldn’t last. Chris was bound to break, and the tortuous workday he’d had today, coupled with just how incredibly exhausted he was, seemed to have lowered his inhibitions enough for his hand to mindlessly find its way to his crotch as soon as he heard that godforsaken buzz.

“Oh, shit…” Chris mumbled under his breath, leaning his head back against the headboard of his bed.

What was he doing?

Well, he knew what he was doing, but why was he doing it?

Using his supernatural hearing for this was beyond creepy, immoral, you definitely didn’t deserve it. But, God, how could he not do it when you sounded just so… pretty?

He couldn’t think straight, not when sparks of pleasure were running up and down his spine with each stroke of his hand, not when he tightened his grip just right. If you were to have your hands on him, would you hold him like this? He’d be more than delighted to show you what he liked. He just knew that you’d be able to perfectly mimic the pressure that made him dizzy, that you’d work him up diligently, that your hands would feel a hundred times better than his did.

Chris could hear the faint buzz in the distance, the quiet whines and sighs, the muffled moans… He could picture it all in detail. You, sprawled on your bed–that bed he himself had laid on many, many times before… platonically–legs spread, a hand on your breast and the other holding a toy between your legs. 

What toy were you using? Was it a dildo? A bullet? One of those trendy suction ones? He selfishly hoped it wasn’t a dildo. A dildo wouldn’t be enough for a girl like you, he was sure. His fingers would be much more suitable. He’d prep you so well, stuff you with as many of his digits as he could, touch you however you liked to be touched, using the bullet or the suction toy on your sensitive clit…

But he wasn’t there right now. You were on your own, playing with yourself and your toy. His mind really couldn’t decide on which one it would be, the mental image he had kept shifting between devices. The only thing that was a constant was the look on your face, all blissed-out, with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly agape.

Would you be teasing your nipples? Rolling them between your fingers? Pinching them? If you weren’t, he’d gladly do it for you. God, the soft flesh would just feel incredible in his hold, he just knew. The sight would surely be heavenly.

Lick, suck, fuck, perfect tits just for me…

After spitting in his hand, Chris brought it back to his aching cock, smearing the saliva all over himself before he tightened his grip and pumped. Oh, how he wished it was you. Your hands, your mouth, your cunt, or even your thighs… He’d take anything you were willing to give him, he just knew you’d look so, so gorgeous while you choked on him, while you took him in any and every single one of your holes…

His spit and the pre-cum spilling from his tip helped lubricate him, each stroke produced an obscene squelching sound that just joined the quiet sounds you were making in your room. The buzzing increased, your whines became more frequent, and Chris just sped up the motions of his hand in response.

What if he just barged out of his room and went straight to yours? Would you let him take you? There was a small, very idiotic part of him that believed you would. You’d open your legs further, let him settle his body between them, and plunge himself right in while he kissed you. You’d be so warm around his cock, tight while you adjusted to his size, he was simply salivating at the thought.

Perfect, perfect cunt that’ll take her alpha’s cock like it was made to… mine, for me, for my cock, for my knot… to be stuffed to the very brim with my pups…

Chris’ chest was vibrating slightly with his contained growls, the thought of kissing you, fucking you, claiming you, and scenting you in one of the most obscene ways possible had his instincts on edge. His inner wolf wanted you, of course he did. He was just another part of Chris, who was already absolutely crazy about you. Every single part of him knew just how well you’d take anything he gave you, how well you’d do for him.

His logical mind wouldn’t let him leave his bed, though. He’d risk too much by acting purely on his wolf’s instincts. Instead, he just sped his strokes, matching the rapid pace you seemed to have set for yourself. Was your toy at top speed? Or was there still more? He wanted to find out. He wanted to be the one to use it on you, to have you moan his name in his ear and squirm under him.

Just the mere thought of you saying his name got him so, so close. There was nothing more that he wanted right now than to have his pretty roommate crumbling in bliss, he just knew he could make you feel so incredibly good if you just gave him a chance.

Pleasure mate, satisfy mate, scent, mark as mine, mine, mine, mine, mine….

All of a sudden, the quietest of moans left your mouth, and you started gasping for air. He could practically smell your scent, floral, fresh, aroused, satisfied…

Oh, he was so doomed…

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Chris mindlessly swore under his breath, speeding the movement of his hand, thrusting into his grip as the telltale signs of his orgasm clouded his senses.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he let his climax wash over him. His cum was warm, thick, and creamy since he hadn’t unloaded for days now. He had to make a conscious effort not to growl like the fucking horny dog he was while he got the expanse of his torso drenched in his release. It felt like he was coming for an eternity, and, by the time he had milked himself dry, all noise coming from your room had stopped completely.

Chris heaved a sigh, and his ears started ringing. This was just what he needed after such a long, strenuous day at work. He felt his frustrations quickly evaporate, replaced with the rush of endorphins only a good wank could release into his system. He laid there, panting, his head lolled to the side as the bliss of his orgasm relaxed his muscles, and for a moment, he felt like he was floating, even sleepy.

He was deep in bliss, light, satisfied…

But then, dread started to seep in.

“Oh, God, what’ve you done, you fucking idiot?” Chris reached for his discarded shorts on the floor and used them to clean up the mess he made. When was the last time he came this hard? There was so much cum…

What a waste…

“Shut the fuck up, dude”, he shook his head, like that would eliminate the thought.

How was he going to look you in the eyes tomorrow? You were his roommate. His female, very much human roommate that had trusted him enough to move in with him, and this was how he acted? By secretly listening in to you pleasuring yourself in the privacy of your own room? You had no idea what he was, that he was capable of doing this at all, so of course you would go ahead and make all the noise you wanted within those four walls. It was your right, but he had to go ahead and be disgusting about it. How could he do this?

His skeleton almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the door to your room open, only to hear the bathroom door closing a few seconds after.

Would you be just washing your hands? Or would you be washing your toys as well…?

Chris shook his head again. He had a serious problem…

With a sigh, he plopped on his bed, and decided to wait until you were done so he could go to the bathroom himself and clean up properly.

Squish, knead, hold tight… Must cuddle mate, make sure mate’s satisfied, happy…

He flicked himself on the forehead, right in the middle. He was capable of keeping his instincts in check, goddamn it. Why was his subconscious slipping like this?

As he laid there, staring at the ceiling, with the phantom of your scent lingering around him, he figured it was time to accept that he was incredibly attracted to you. Physically. Enough for him to become a desperate mess and lose his composure just at the thought of you masturbating a few metres away from him.

He knew, of course. He knew since the very first moment he saw you. But this was odd for him. Chris typically didn’t feel attracted to people in this way just out of nowhere. The fact that he’d known you for a couple of months already seemed to have made everything so much worse. You were nice, funny, kind, and, quite possibly, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen… He, very clearly, had a crush on you. What was he going to do about that?

When you finally retreated to your room, he didn’t dare leave his bed. The last thing he wanted was for you to start worrying about whether he’d heard you or not.

He heard you, alright, but you didn’t need to know that.

After twenty or so minutes, he finally made his way to the bathroom, and your scent still lingering in the room almost made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Flowers… Fresh flowers… Mate’s scent…

While he cleaned himself up, Chris tried his best to ignore whatever instincts were running rampant deep inside him. His inner wolf was a horny idiot that was making him do stupid things whenever you were concerned. But, by association, that meant that he was a horny idiot who had just had a mindblowing orgasm thinking about his roommate. Thinking about you.

When he finally tucked himself back into bed, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the absolute worst person on earth. You didn’t deserve this, for the disgusting, horny werewolf you didn’t even know was a werewolf to be disrespecting you like this. He needed to do better.

But, God, why did you have to be so pretty? And so… his type? He was sure he didn’t have a type before he met you, but the more he had to be around you, the more he realised you were certainly his type.

Soft mate, squishy mate…

Sighing, Chris laid on his side and reached for one of the spare pillows on his bed. His senses were immediately flooded with your scent. That was when he remembered you’d laid your head here earlier today. No wonder he could smell your scent so vividly. 

Your smile had been so big when you’d started talking to him about your day… The memory had his heart skipping a beat, and his stomach sank. 

Hugging the pillow tight to his chest, he curled himself into a ball under the covers.

Kind mate, perfect mate…

Once again, Chris ignored whatever fuckery his instincts were trying to tell him. He reminded himself that you were his roommate, essentially a friend at this point, and as such, he was supposed to protect you and make you feel safe. It didn’t matter how pretty your moans were, how he wanted to get drowned in your scent… None of that justified what he’d just done. He couldn’t break your trust like this ever again.

Chris certainly needed to do better. So he swore he’d never ever do this again.

He just won’t do this again…

…Right?

© therhythmafterthesummer 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

Author's Note: aaahh, this was so much fun to write. ngl, i'm kinda tempted to write a drabble with this scenario again, but after our dearest, prettiest pack mum has already found out about Chris' condition... special thanks to @notastraykid for providing her valuable insight, opinions, and ideas💜

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[yongbbokkie]

I messed up.... omg

I've been creating a custom skz design for a phone case, coz I got a new phone for my birthday earlier this month. My original design was Wolf Chan doing the BIG HUG, but that got vetoed coz of copyright issues (😭😭😭😭), so I decided to stick with the Chan/Big Hug theme, and went with Chan's cute Dino doodle he used to do... Hopefully, this one won't get flagged either.

However, I clearly can't do anything simply, and I sort of lost the plot and made way too many, and now I can't decide which is my favourite. 😭😭

HELP! 😫

Classic Red

NoEasy Era

Oddinary Era

Maxident Era

RockStar Era

I kinda also wanna do a GoLIVE / IN-Life version with Orange/Yellows, but that might be going too far lol 😅😅

I honestly have no idea what to do coz I love them all and not one Era stands out to me more than another..... I don't know if I can commit to one Era for 2/3+years tho 😑 (it's waaaaay too expensive to do multiple)

Please help a Stay out if you have any preferences or notes 🤗🫰

[lgbtqmanga]

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[im-tops-bottom]

D-Day of 21'

"Hyung why can't we talk about D-day of 21?" I just wanna know what it is.

"Yeah how come we're the only ones who doesn't know?"

"I would rather be in your place right now"

"I'm jealous of you"

"okay kids gather around, it's story time"

"ugh does the old man really have to do this?"

"yes otherwise those two will be on our cases til they wear us down"

"airfryer 180° for 20 minutes each"

"we are not going to cook them and please don't bring your Hyunjin sized air fryer into the dorms"

"boooo boring"

"Hyung do we really have to sit through this"

"if we just relive it one more time then we can put it behind us"

"or you can just tell Hyunjin and Changbin the story without us"

"yeah but where would the fun in that be?"

"you're a cruel leader. We need to expose you. This goes against the Geneva convention"

"sit down before I make"

"ugh fine"

"Good now let me tell you the story of how a Quokka and Chick came out of the forest completely naked after being saved by their nice lovely leader"

Everyone but Chan, Hyunjin and Changbin groan loudly. Hyunjin and Changbin are excited to hear the story. Chan is just excited to share it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chan groans as he's been woken up by a body jumping on him.

"HYUNG HYUNG WAKE UP! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY"

Chan rolls on to his back noting in his head to ask Felix to give it a massage later.

"Happy birthday Quokka. Where's your birthday twin? He's usually here helping you wake me up"

"first of all it's not helping if I have to wake him up to help me only for him to come crawling into your bed and cuddling you back to sleep. Then when you finally do wake up, he's gotta be rewoken up"

"okay that is true. But where is he?"

"I told everyone I wanted to start my day with a game of hide n seek so he said he needed to prepare by doing yoga for his back"

"fair enough. Give me a moment to wake up properly and shower. Then I'll get ready"

"Thanks Channie. Oh and by the way breakfast is gonna be ready soon"

"Thank you baby"

...

After getting ready and eating breakfast, Chan washes the dishes, puts his shoes on, gathers everyone around, counting them to make sure they are all there and then laying down some rules. Some much needed rules after the whole Street Fair debacle.

"Okay everyone, grab your partner, stick with them at all times and keep your phones on"

"Hyung why are we pairing Hannie and Lixie hyungs up? They're just as terrible as each other"

Before Chan can say anything Minho steps in.

"Chan if you wanna keep an eye on those then I'll go with Jinnie and Binnie, someone's gotta keep Binnies lips warm"

"YAH! You're a menace to society and you should go with the maknaes because maknaes"

"no thank you. We actually keep an eye on our surroundings and know all the best hiding spots. We don't want anyone ruining them."

"Hey you found most of them because of me"

"Yes yes yes all hail the great Bbokari, Felix"

"thank you"

"great. Glad we got that settled. Now let's head down to the park by the forest."

Everyone cheered as they walked outside and made their way down to the park. They were contemplating on asking their manager to drive them but since they had a week off, they decided he needed a week off too.

As they got to the park they got into their buddy system and started the first round of hide n seek with HyungBin counting first. Vocalracha had reluctantly accepted Minho as Changbin begged them to take the hyung. In exchange for saving his lips and butt, he has to buy them food for the rest of the month. Thank god it's only the 14th.

Chan was dragged by Han and Felix into the forest since it'll be easier to hide there and the other 3 had gone to hide on the playground in their animal forms.

"hey I see a hole up in that tree. Maybe we can hide up there in it"

"That sounds like a great idea Hannie"

"that's good and all but I'm a wolf. A big wolf might I add. I'm definitely not gonna make it up there"

"oh hmmm we can hide some where else"

Not one to make the sad quokka even sadder Chan hatched up a plan.

"okay how about this, you two hide in tha thole up there and I'll climb that big tree over there. It's got plenty of branches and leaves so I can even hide up there in human form"

Chan smiles as he sees the excited smiles on their faces at the thought of what they're about to do.

"okay let's do this"

Han quickly changes into Quokka and climbs the tree immediately waiting by the hole in the tree trunk

Felix changes into his baby chick form and waddles to the tree. He tries to climb it but realizes several things. He has wings and a break. He can't fly. And he most certain cannot climb the tree in this form.

Chan swoons at his cuteness and puts his hand on the ground.

"Hey Lixie here, hope on my hand. I'll give you a boost up there"

Felix chirps as he does exactly that. He gets a ride on to Chans shoulder as Chan walks up to the tree.

"Hold on tight baby"

Felix is confused at first but yelps and scrambles to claw and bite into Chan's shirt as Chan climbs the tree.

'Sorry Hyung. That startled me'

"it's okay baby. I should have prepared you for it at first"

Chan climbs the few branches til he reaches the one that Han is waiting on. He helps Felix get on to the branch.

"okay you, remember ... I am 3 trees down. If anything happens you two either call out for me or run to me, got it?"

Han and Felix immediately nod. Chan quickly helps Felix who almost dropped off the branch because he nodded to fast.

"Lord help me. Love you two"

'Love you too' can be heard from the two small critters on the branch.

Chan drops down, grabs Han and Felix's clothes that drop when they changed forms and heads over to the big tree. Making sure to look back until he sees Han and Felix enter the hole.

He gets to the big tree and climbs til he's at the biggest brach and decides to transform into his wolf form and lay on it like a cat. It's covered in alot of leaves so he prays it'll help hide him.

After a quick snooze he hears sounds and whines. He looks around and can't see anything. Thinking that it's coming from his tree neighbors, he hops down from the branch, makes sure all their clothes are where he left them and makes his way towards the tree buddies.

He would transform back into a human but he wanted to be ready for any kind of threat.

He was prepared for just about anything. Anything that wasn't what he was witnessing right now.

In front of him a chick plops out of a hole at the bottom of the tree, covered in dirt and all sorts of stuff. After him a quokka plops out of the tree looking the same.

'Are you two alright'

The two jolt and quickly look up. They see their Hyung and immediately run.

Chan looks at them in confusion as they transform into their human forms and run buck naked screaming for their lives.

It's not until he hears sounds coming from the tree again that he turns his head back and sees a bunch of very angry squirrels who start throwing acorns and nuts at him.

'what the F-ouch!'

He gets pelted by them and runs after the other two screaming. Forgetting the clothes.

As he makes his way through the clearing and to the park, he sees a scared Han and Felix explaining to a shocked Minho, Seungming and Jeongin about what happened.

He sees them all turn their heads and he comes racing out of the forest.

"RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES. THERES ANGRY SQUIRRELS!"

All the group sees is an army of squirrels throwing nuts and acorns. They all start running and screaming in terror.

Everyone forgetting their clothes and something else they just couldn't put their minds to because they were beyong terrified at what's happening.

They managed to make their way towards their dorm and hide out.

After checking and rechecking the perimeters, they finally manage to calm down. Not a single squirrel in sight.

They sit in the living room asking Han and Felix what had happened.

"Well after we went into the hole, we realized it was a home and that there were nuts stored there. I got a bit hungry and ate it all."

"When he had finished eating, we were joking about how we can move into the tree outside the dorms and start our own little family"

"but it caused us to think how would a quokka and chicken make a baby so we scrapped the idea."

"we got bored of waiting and was about to head out to look for Channie hyung til we heard sounds"

"we looked up to the entry of the hole and saw a bunch of squirrels so I decided to talk to them"

"turns out we slept in their home and ate the food they stored"

"they got angry at that and chased us out. They started throwing nuts at us and Felix tried to fight them"

"They didn't teach us how to fight in a chick form against squirrels in black belt training"

"I had to grab him and push him down towards the hole we found when we got in there."

"and that's when we saw Chan and fled the crime scene"

"Oh shit"

"Guy's I just realized we're all naked"

Everyone turns to each other and looks at each other shocked.

Chan's phone starts ringing and he gulps as he sees JYP's name pop up on his screen.

"Guys we forgot our clothes"

Chan answers the phone and winces as he hears JYP yelling.

"WHY AM I GETTING CALLS FROM NEWS COMPANIES AND YOUR MANAGER TALKING ABOUT 6 NAKED MEMBERS OF STRAY KIDS RUNNING THROUGH A PARK AND DOWN THE STREETS TOWARDS THEIR HOME? YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY NO KIDS OR TEENS WERE OUT AT THE TIME. JUST ADULTS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS"

"I-.."

"NO DON'T 'I' ME BAHNG CHRISTOPHER CHAHN. I WANT YOU 6 HERE RIGHT NOW. I'M GLAD IT WASN'T ALL 8 OF YOU"

Chan gasps and looks horrified

"Guys we forgot about Hyunjin and Changbin"

"I'M SORRY YOU DID WHAT!?!"

Chan winces once again.

"Sorry sir. We'll grab Hyunjin and Changbin, tell them we have a meeting and they can go do whatever they want."

"See you boys soon"

The call ends and a flustered Chan stares at a wall to mentally prepare himself for the rest of the day.

"What did he say Hyung?"

"All 6 of us have a meeting with him. I'll text our manager to come pick us up. Then I'll text Hyunjin and Changbin they can do whatever they want and I'll shout them and us lunch later on.

After messaging everyone, and making their way to the JYPe building, they spend the next hour getting scolded by everyone there and apologizing profusely about it. They ended up signing some papers, had SKZ's holiday extended until everything dies down and are banned from the building until their holiday is up. Thankfully it was only extended for an 2 weeks and then they'll have another meeting for updates on everything.

After apologizing a few more times and thanking the higher ups , they make their way towards the van to be driven home where they plan to meet up with Changbin and Hyunjin who went out to a museum.

"Hyung should we tell Jinnie and Binnie hyungs?"

"Hell no. They'll take the piss out of all of us for that."

"if they haven't heard the rumours now before the company makes sure no news outlets turned this into the next big thing then they can keep it that way"

"I wanna forget everything that happened"

"This is so embarrassing"

Felix who had been in tears since the incident occured and hadn't stopped crying til they got to the car, looks around at everyone.

"let's make a pact to never mention this ever again. We'll go home, try and see if Changbin and Hyunjin had heard anything, go about our day, have a nice lunch, and celebrate the rest of Hannies birthday. By tomorrow we forget everything that happened."

Everyone nods and brings their hands into the middle shaking on it.

"Good. Now let's go have some fun and take our minds of things"

"maybe we can go pick up our clothes from the park and forest as well"

After grabbing their clothes from the park and forest they make their way home.

Changbin and Hyunjin were there waiting for them to arrive.

"Hey how did the meeting go"

"why weren't we needed for the meeting?"

"oh there was something that required uhm"

Chan was having a hard time coming up with an explanation so Felix quickly shouted

"I'M MAKING SOME BROWNIES AND COOKIES WHO WANTS SOME?"

Everyone cheered and Changbin along with Hyunjin forgot all about their curiosities. None the wiser.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A flushed Chan finishes recounting what he remembered from that day and sits back on the chair.

"I'm gonna need about 12 bottles of soju to drink away the memories"

"you ain't the only one Hyung"

There's a moment of silence before the room is filled with giggles and laughter. All of it coming from Changbin and Hyunjin. One is laughing as he wiggles on the couch, while the other laughed so hard he fell off the couch and is now on the floor laughing away with tears in his eyes.

After an hour of tears and calming down they start breathing normally again. They wipe their tears away with the tissues an annoyed Minho gives them. Neither of the two payed attention to his threatening glances as if he is willing to shove the tissues down their throats if they didn't stop.

"are you two done now?"

They both nod with a bit of a giggle but not enough to send them into another laughing fit.

"I can't believe you two discussed if a Quokka and a Chicken could have sex. Chickens lay eggs. And you guys call me the leader of paboracha"

"really. Of everything I said, THAT is the takeaway from all of this"

"oh I have blackmail now. I can use it to finally get my Innie and Bokkie kisses"

"That is just wrong. Morally wrong"

"I'm am but a mere dwaekki without morals. I know it seems unethical but really.... I can finally get what I want"

"speaking of you two...where the fuck were you guys?"

"oh we forgot all about the game because it was hard to find anyone in their skzoo forms. So we went out for ice cream"

Chan becomes so done with them.

"and we told you guys what happened"

"the lion"

"the witch"

"and the audacity of this bi- OW!"

"Felix no swearing. Do you want to put another 10000 won into the swear jar?"

"I mean you did mark it for your funeral old man, so let the baby swear"

"I don't get paid enough for this"

"Guys I just had a thought"

Everyone turns to stare at Hyunjin.

"Can any one of us get each other pregnant? Cuz I'd like to see a ferret chicken combo. Just one long yellow cheese stick really"

Everyone groans as they all get up and walk away to do their own thing.

"yup their goes our leader of paboracha"

"your thinking skills astounds me"

"he needs a brain in order to think in the first place. He's surviving off one braincell that paboracha shares and today isn't his day to use it"

"hey!"

"we're not that stupid"

"If anyone here is stupid then I think it would be Felix for thinking he could tae Kwon do an army of squirrels by himself in his chick form"

"I reckon I could take them on"

"sure sure Felix. Whatever you say"

"but I totally could"

Felix starts whining before an idea pops into his head.

"hey wait I have an idea"

"what's your idea Bok-ah?"

"Well since it's my birthday today why don't we all go to the park and finish off that hide n seek match we never really got to finish"

Everyone agrees, gets ready and sets off to the same big park with the big forest.

"I guess since we are here to finish it off, Binnie and I can recount"

Everyone agrees to this and go hide as HyunBin begin to count.

Everyone has changed into their animal forms and makes a dash towards different areas.

It's peaceful as Chan lays down in the ground behind a tree that feels awfully familiar. Before he can wonder why he hears screams.

He makes his way down towards another familiar tree and sees a naked Han and an equally naked Felix run from out behind the tree making their way towards the opening.

Chan hears some rustling and looks down to see some angry squirrels and it hits him why the area seemed familiar to him.

"oh for fu-"

A squirrel throws a nut at him stopping him from finishing his sentence.

He sets off screaming about killer squirrels out to get him as he makes his way towards the clearing.

This time he makes his way towards the park and Changbin and Hyunjin are there to witness it all.

They're all attacked by flying nuts and acorns as they all race out of the park and back towards their dorm.

Chan looks behind him and sees that the squirrels stopped at the edge of the park before it starts heading towards the side walk. They turn around and go back towards the forest. Chan sighs in relief and continues running alongside his members.

By the time they make their way back to the dorms, they're all panting and calming down from the run.

"it's safe. They didn't follow us back"

"oh thank god"

"who knew squirrels had great memories"

"they recognized us immediately"

Before anyone else could say something, Chan's phone rings. He feels a sense of de ja Vu as he answers the call.

"hey s-"

"DO NOT HEY SIR ME! I JUST GOT A CALL FROM A CERTAIN GROUPS MANAGER WHO TOLD ME THAT HE SAW 8 IDIOTS RUNNING DOWN THE STREET. ITS A FUCKING UPGRADE FROM LAST TIME. IN MY OFFICE. ALL 8 OF YOU! MANAGER IS ON HIS WAY"

The call ends and Chan's wincing since he answered dies out. He groans as he looks around at everyone.

"oh god we did it again"

Everyone immediately clicks on as the sense of de ja vu all of them but HyunBin felt hits them like a freight train.

"oh god we're all naked again"

"is this how the first time felt?"

"welcome to the "your dead" gang. Can't believe that happened again"

"Hannie, Lixie, What the hell?"

"we found a tree that looked awfully familiar. We saw this hole close to the ground and went inside. Who knew it was the same tree as last time. The squirrels started yelling at us throwing a nut at Lixies head. I couldn't let that stand so I fought them."

"I had to stop the fight and got them to be civil with each other."

"they told us they remembered us from back then and they got angry. It probably didn't help that I ate their nut supply"

"again*

"well we just booked ourselves a free ticket to a meeting at JYPe building"

Everyone groans

"our manager is on his way so let's clean ourselves up, get ready and mentally prepare ourselves. At least Felix isn't crying"

"I'm doing well"

"great. Hold that in til we get to the meeting "

"We can pick up our clothes from the park on our way there"

"yeah I'll let the manager know when we comes by"

"wait... I just realized....what has this got to do with Han, rooming with Felix and kisses?"

"Ever since that day, Han had spent the whole 4 week holiday in quokka form trying to put a baby into poor baby Lix."

"thank god I was there to intercept every time."

"hey! At the time I thought it could be possible"

"first off lixie was a baby chick you idiot"

"second of all and let's let these two in on it....we took Han to a very special vet friend who gave him the whole sex talk and anatomy talk of a quokka and a chicken"

"hey I learned my lesson okay. I am a changed person"

"haven't changed enough since we got into this mess once again because of you"

"and by tomorrow I'll be a changed man again"

"at least this time he ain't trying a weird form of species intermixing"

Everyone goes about doing their thing to get ready for a long day ahead.

What a wonderful way to spend the 15th of September

[hyuuukais]

YALL I SAW A STAY IN THE WILD

they had a han quokka keychain like my wolf chan one and i was like omg i love ur keychain!! they said thank you and showed me the han pc in their phone case hehe

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✎ update — 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐦. my first attempt at cooking for someone! he's still alive, don't worry and my kitchen is still standing strong though— i may or may not have made a mess heh. i'm sure my class would love hearing about this and they'll want proof that i actually made this so i did have chan take a little video of me making the sauce. it may not be fancy but it was a nice night overall!

Just like he had said, Chan arrives by 7pm with a bottle of wine he had selected for the meal. With a knock on the door, the omega rushes over with a soft smile and her hair in a bun to keep it out of her face. "Hi! Come in!" Mikyoung gives Chan a hug before accepting the bottle of wine from him, "Feel free to take a seat if you want, I'm just about ready to start the sauce." The table is in the kitchen, allowing the Alpha direct line of sight and allowing them to make small talk while Mikyoung starts to prepare the dish.

With her apron donned, she places a glass of wine on the table for Chan to enjoy while she talks about this cooking class she's started. "So, I was talking to a friend and she mentioned how it would be good to start taking lessons especially because I spend too much on take out. Honestly, I never thought of it but it makes sense, right?" She looks over her shoulder with a bashful smile, "It's usually something a mother might teach her daughter but..." Mikyoung shakes her head, not wanting to dive into that and quickly pivots to a different conversation, "anyway! How was your day?"

She listens as she cooks, looking over her shoulder occasionally to show she's paying attention because she's concentrating on making sure she doesn't burn it. Mikyoung has been practicing all day, Chan might have noticed that when he came over, the smell already in the house because she had made a small batch earlier and hadn't gotten around to airing out the house. It was cleaning up the mess that she was more worried about.

"Oh?" She laughs softly when Chan suddenly approaches, his closeness having her wolf reacting slightly, "I think I'm doing okay, thank you. You can taste it for me though! Let me know if it needs a little more seasoning." Mikyoung holds up the spoon to her mouth, hand cupped under before she blows on it and offers it to Chan.

"What do you think?"

There's always something about Chan's presence that feels calming and easy. Maybe it's natural, his aura and who he is that allows the omega to fall into pace with him as they set the table; maybe it's because his scent stirs her wolf, reminding her of the safety in which he provided and how he cared for her. Whatever it is, Mikyoung pays it almost no attention as she follows his lead and plates up their dinner.

A candle is lit, the soft vanilla scent gentle for their noses since she's had it specifically made for her, their wine glasses half-full with the crisp white wine and cutlery placed neatly on either side of their placemat. "Dinner is served~." She proudly announces as she places their plates down and starts to take off her apron to hang up.

The omega pulls out her phone as she sits down, shyly laughing. "Even with a video, the pups will not believe that Miss Mikyoung actually made something presentable so I need to document this as best as I can." She takes a few pictures, making sure Chan wasn't in them just in case he didn't feel comfortable, before placing her phone down and giving the Alpha her full attention.

Maybe it's silly but she watches expectantly as Chan tries the meal and the look of approval on his face makes her face light up with joy. There's no comment about how it could have been better, no mention of how something wasn't cooked enough or snide remark to diminish her effort ��� Chan seems to genuinely enjoy it and that makes Mikyoung proud. She's always been able to achieve things she puts her mind to but for some reason, cooking has never come easy to her.

"Maybe there's hope for me after all." She laughs, beginning to dig into her own meal.

After dinner and Chan helping to clean up the kitchen, even though Mikyoung insisted that she can do it on her own and he's a guest, the duo sit down on her couch with their refilled glasses of wine.

There's no rush in Chan needing to leave, not that there should be unless he wants to go but sometimes, Mikyoung has felt like there's always something pulling him away. It's not that it bothers her, people get busy and she knows that well, but it does feel nice to be able to relax and talk without this almost instinctual feeling that his mind is elsewhere or he needs to be elsewhere.

"You don't understand," she laughs, showing Chan a video of one of the pups covered in mud and running around as Mikyoung tried to reign him in. "These young pups are almost literally like little puppies sometimes especially since they've started learning to shift. This one is a late bloomer, he's one of the orphans from the attack so he was a little... hesitant to shift and now? It's hard to get him back — especially when it's raining." She shows him a picture of her coated in mud after managing to get the boy in the bathtub and washed.

She continues to share, showing pictures of the pups under her care at the school and even the ones from her pack, sharing stories before realising how much she's talked. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to overshare! I don't have any friends who are werewolves outside of the pack and even then — anyway! How are things with your pack? I talked about mine enough so please, do tell me about yours."

With her glass in her hand and body turned towards Chan, Mikyoung settles in and listens with a smile. It's clear that Chan doesn't always talk about himself but isn't that how friendships and bonds are formed — through sharing about yourselves?

Or at least, that's how Mikyoung wants to grow their bond.

— @moonlightchn Chan

[chrisbangs]

*twirls hair* hi besties...

[erischeatsdeath]

bullet train moments i 🫶 adore part 3

[part 1/2]

-the white death saying, "i will look into your eyes as i kill you. and your brother," and shocking tangerine into silence even after his vulgar "your son and your money" speech. tangerine just mournfullly muttering, "my brother.." the childhood flashback?? what if i cried.

-"it's my bad luck-- it's bad luck on acid."

-the white death playing russian roulette. shigeru staring into the barrel of the gun knowing he's lost.

"what's your plan, mate? you gonna fucking waltz up in here and blow my brains out in front of this whole fucking carriage of-- witnesses!" and then turning around to find the whole train empty 💀

-ladybug CONSTANTLY shit-talking carver. "carver? you picked me second to carver? man, what an ego! calling in sick, what is this, high school? 😡 talk about a candidate for self improvement 🙄" "fuck this job! fuck carver!" "if you meet a guy named carver, he's a dick... tell him i said so."

-THE KIMURA NURSE ASSASSIN

-ladybug flushing the boomslang down the toilet with his jacket.

-lemon pointing the gun at prince and complimenting her acting skills 😭

-TANGERINE JUMPING ON THE TRAIN AND BREAKING THE WINDSHIELD. literally iconic.

-maria calming ladybug down after the hornet incident!! >>>

-"tell tangerine that.. tell tangerine.. tangerine.. he's got-- tangerine."

-the dramatic ass howling sound effect when ladybug says, "so the wolf was here to kill the hornet.."

-the little quirk in prince's eyebrows when she tells lemon, "just lucky, i guess"

-tangerine's disheveled, pissed off walk (channing tatum saying "god, he's got a great walk")

-"everyone.. loves lemons--" [fucking passes out]

-shigeru saying some serious shit into his phone thinking yuichi still has it only for ladybug to go "i think yuichi dropped his phone on the bullet train--" and tell him him about tangerine's find my phone app. then hanging up on him.

-"DON'T-- CALL ME-- BRO!!" being the last words of the scariest most dangerous crime boss in the world 😭

-ladybug stealing the wolf's knife and using it to save lemon <33

-"oh, the cat's out the bag now, innit?" [...] "you know, i don't know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what i would do? being that it's your son, and your money, i'd stop crying about your dead wife, get off your fucking lazy arse, and finish the job yourself. but now that we're having a little heart-to-heart, i've got a couple things to tell ya! your sons a complete bellend and he fucking deserves to be bleeding out of his eye sockets. and as for your case, i have seen it since tokyo, and i hope someone's found it, put it all on red, and is having a fucking wonderful time!" "i will meet you at kyoto station." "oh, how fucking wonderful, i can't wait!

-THE PART WHERE LADYBUG GETS BIT BY THE BOOMSLANG. LADYBUG FLAILING AROUND SCREAMING?? shigeru blankly watching and prince going, "... was that a snake?"

-the shot of shigeru at the station waiting for the train. he's so badass actually.

-everyone saying cool one-liners before/after kills (or attempts) and ladybug just saying dumb shit like "let this be a lesson on the toxicity of anger.." and a defeated, confounded "karma's a bitch--!"

-shigeru stopping when he hears the prince say "be honest" and remembering the voice on the phone. him sitting down next to them and ladybug being so confused and so exhausted.

-THE FUCKING WATER BOTTLE

-"we're on the wrong track!" and everyone-- ladybug, lemon, the white death's men etc.-- bracing as the trains collide. the whole sequence when the train is half-destroyed.

-i love the soundtrack, actually. just though i'd mention it.

-prince frantically running by ladybug going, "i'll fucking kill him myself!" and ladybug's "??"

[whentranslatorscry]

Hitagi Honeymoon

022

"I understand every detail, Araragi-senpai. You don't need to say anything else, and you don't need to worry about anything. All your worries rest on my shoulders now. I swear on the name of Tokugawa Ieyasu that I will find Shinobu-chan. So please, Araragi-senpai, continue on your way to Senjougahara with Araragi-senpai."

"But, Kanbaru..."

"In all honesty, I implore you not to abandon your honeymoon here. Of course, if there was an imminent danger to Shinobu-chan's life, there would be no room for choice— but that is not the case. If you still insist on leaving your bride to search for Shinobu-chan, then you may as well shoot me dead."

I didn't have a gun on me.

Nor should an ordinary guy like me even possess such a thing.

"We aren’t some high school kids skipping school to search for her anymore. It's time to grow up."

You’re one to talk.

Still a student yourself. 

But she was right. Much has changed since the time when I ran around town trying to find Shinobu as she was on her journey of self-discovery. Now, I find myself lost in an unfamiliar land without even a sense of direction.

Wandering aimlessly could make me the one who's lost.

And the god of lost children was far, far away.

"Besides, if I am granted Araragi-senpai’s permission to move on my own, I have a method that could drastically improve the chances of finding her compared to if you were to search for her yourself. Please understand that I don't say this out of any desire to prioritize Araragi-senpai. I know how important Shinobu is to you, Araragi-senpai. That's why, in this instance, you should leave it all to me."

I couldn’t keep track of whether she meant Hitagi or me, but... it seems she had a way?

I thought it made sense that I should be the one most attuned to finding Shinobu, given our spiritual bond and master-servant relationship. But I couldn't find her on my own back in high school. To my frustration, I had to wait for her to come out of hiding on her own accord.

In the first place, it was rather irregular for Shinobu to break free from my shadow... Maybe it hadn't been wise to let her drink a considerable amount of blood before inspecting the stone.

That might have temporarily allowed her independent action.

Metaphors about parent and child didn’t seem appropriate anymore… But maybe like a Bluetooth smartwatch?

Even so, it was still daytime… Ahh, I see.

The heavy rain helped too. Even in a place named after sunlight such as Nikko¹, there wasn’t a single ray of sunlight right now— that could be considered dangerous, though.

What if the fickle mountain weather changed again...? Neither of us knew the area well. Actually, Shinobu was worse off. At least I had a smartphone with a map app, but unlike Kagenui-san, who treated her Shikigami like a little sister, I hadn't even given Shinobu a kid's cell phone.

Because she wasn’t my daughter. 

No, it's no use; I just can't sit still any longer. 

"I guarantee it. Also, if you move, it's highly probable that our strategy will fail. The best thing for Shinobu-chan is for you to go with Araragi-senpai to Senjougahara."

"I trust you wholeheartedly. If you say it is necessary for me to wear a Naoetsu High School girl’s uniform to find Shinobu, even at my ripe age of twenty-four, I will gladly do it. However, if you say not to do anything, I'd at least like to know what you're planning."

"I'm gonna do something that you'd stop me from doing if I told you. That's all I can say."

It was tempting to point out which of us it was that hadn’t changed since school, but I suppose we were both alike in our stubbornness. The wolf may lose his teeth but never his nature— including the fact that when I look straight into the eyes of my devoted junior, I can’t help but concede.

And that was certainly a hint.

She'd revealed as much of her strategy as possible, just barely toeing the line.

Even I, who wouldn't hesitate to employ any means necessary to find Shinobu, would be compelled to stop what she had in mind.

"……"

Ah, so that’s it— she would ask that conman for a hand. Not the monkey’s paw, at least.

I had come to know of it only after becoming a cop to apprehend him, but through her mother or her aunt, Kanbaru had a direct connection to Kaiki Deishuu, the infamous conman who wreaked havoc in our hometown. It seems that even during high school, unbeknownst to me, she had met with that man.

He had suddenly vanished from the public eye at some point (which might be a natural consequence for a criminal), so I had assumed her ties with him had been severed as well. Even the free-spirited Gaen-san seemed to have decided against approaching the Kanbaru family— but it was quite surprising that she still kept in contact with him.

Right, he might be very skilled at tracking down a runaway girl. In this particular field, his expertise, annoyingly, may well surpass that of Gaen-san. 

Even though I am well aware that the world doesn't always run on justice and righteousness, and even if I tried to put aside personal feelings, as a police officer, it irks me to rely on a criminal's help in a tough situation. But, as Kanbaru said, the chances of finding her were the highest this way.

In fact, there was no one else to lend a hand. Not even a foot.

Even if I disregard our history, as an agent of law enforcement, my presence would undoubtedly put that conman on high alert. And as for assurances, the notorious criminal would never deceive Kanbaru—no matter how reckless an illicit investigation may be, her safety was guaranteed.

Certainly, a decision had to be made.

A painful one.

"Got it. I'll leave everything to you. I grant you carte blanche. But I'll bear all responsibility. Even if things don't go well, you don't need to worry. So, without feeling any pressure, please do your best."

"Leave it to me! Now hurry up and go, Araragi-senpai. There's a minivan waiting for you in the parking lot. From here on out, it's just the two of you. Just a return to the way it should be, the real honeymoon."

It was really paradoxical to think that not pursuing the runaway Shinobu would be best for her. As baffling as it may be, when urged like that, I knew that my mission was clear— to make my way to Oku-Nikko as soon as possible.

Without waiting for me to leave fully, Kanbaru took out her smartphone and began pushing a number on the touch panel that she seemed to remember by heart. Had I gone back on my word and arrasted that conman who played a big part in my motivation to become a police officer, it would not have been impossible. But such betrayal was out of the question.

Actually, I was glad I didn't.

Kanbaru probably thought I'd moved far away when she began the call, but just like how Shinobu regained the power to temporarily break away from her shadow seal, my five senses, too, were enhanced— sharper than they had any right to be. Just as I was tiptoeing through the dark, I could barely make out the familiar voice of my junior from over a dozen meters away.

"My name is Kanbaru Suruga. My special skill is the double jump."

Are you still saying that?

Maybe she had matured since she refrained from saying anything about Araragi-senpai—but she was no criminal, and I had no intention to eavesdrop. On the contrary, I wanted to quicken my pace so as not to overhear, but I couldn’t go faster than the speed of sound— in between the rain's cacophony, I could just make out Kanbaru's next line.

"Sorry to bother you while you're so busy, Sengoku-chan, but I need a bit of your help— it's not about a doujinshi, no. Not as a manga artist, but as a specialist…"

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日光nikko=sunlight.

[stayatiny]

The King ~Chapter One

Pairing(s) King!Werewolf! Bang Chan x Human!Reader

Series Warning(s) – Swearing, Violence, Wolf Pack Dynamics, Smut (in later chapters) and along with others that will be added later.

Chapter warning(s) – Swearing

A/N - this will be the first series that I've done since getting back into writing. I hope you enjoy.

Our world is set into two different species, werewolves and the prey they hunt. I’m one of the ones that are the prey. For the most part, the ones who are werewolves they stay to themselves helping the regular people when they need help. They try not to kill humans but sometimes that was unavoidable.

“Y/N, hand the rag next to you.” I looked over to the owner of the small café next to castle, where the king of the werewolves lives. I grabbed the cloth running over to him.

“Thanks. You look tired. Is everything alright at home?” I perk up a little.

“Yeah, for the most part. My brother got knighted at the castle. I was helping him move out and onto the grounds of the castle.” I yawn and stretched my arms before leaning on the counter.

“If you were tired, why did you come in, Y/N?” I pressed my hands to my hips.

“Because I know Maria wasn’t going to come if you asked her too. I’m surprised that she shows up for her regular shift.” Eric snorted and nodded in agreement.

“Okay you have a point. But its Sunday so I’m not expecting a lot to happen today. So, I’ll let you leave a little earlier,” he said as he patted my back. Eric was always a good boss. I know that I could talk to him about anything.

“Thanks boss man.” Eric rolled his eyes as I went to the register. A young lady and her son walked in.

“What can I get for you today?” The boy smiled as he saw the donuts in the glass case.

Well for the most part, the morning passed uneventful, until the king decided to strut around the town. I grimaced as he walked past the café, with a hoard of women following his every move. To say the least I wasn’t the biggest fan of him. He was the reason my kind was treated like second class citizens. The werewolves got the best of everything. I was glad that Eric, a werewolf, hired me, a human. I was grateful for him and the others that worked here. They don’t care about I am. Even though we had rights like others, the bigger fish in the pond controlled the businesses and the colleges to take werewolves even if they had lower marks than a human. I groaned at watching King Christopher prance around like a show pony along with his seven other knights, who follow his every beckon call.

“I didn’t realize the king would be out today. He’s so hot,” a girl, not much younger than I, cooed. I gagged at the thought. Eric turned and laughed at me.

“What’s wrong, Y/N. You don’t want to be whisked away by King Christopher?” I glared at the older man as he laughed.

“I’d rather bite a bears ass than to even have him look at me,” I grumbled. Eric goes back to making some fresh coffee while I wipe down the counters. It was nice working here I got to see people of all types. My co-workers even got along with me.

“Alright, Y/N, you can head out now since the noon rush has passed. Sunny should be walking through the door soon,” Eric called out as I was cleaning a table. I turned and nodded. I took off the apron placing it on the hook with my name under it. Sunny, a slightly older woman, walked through the back door. She was taller than me and had long brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

“Sorry I’m late, Eric. Everyone is in a ruckus because of the king being out and about. Hell, even my daughter started to follow the group of them.” Sunny slapped on her apron as I was grabbing my purse.

“Y/N, I’m so glad that you don’t start screaming like a fan girl every time you see the king.” I smiled, pulling out my phone to see that I got a text from my brother asking how I was after not going to bed until 3 in the morning.

“Alright, Y/N, I’ll see you in 3 days. I know that you need some rest and with the full moon coming out. I want you to stay home as much as possible,” Eric said. He did tend to worry about me a lot and Sunny did too. She would walk me home some nights if she knew that we were closing the café together.

“Why this isn’t any different than it usually is?” Sunny handed me my usual order when I got off the morning shift. Iced caramel coffee and a sweet roll.

“It’s not just any full moon. It’s a super blood moon,” Sunny said sternly. I sighed. Yeah that. Usually, full moons weren’t the problem, but a blood moon was.

“I would say you probably would want to make sure that you have anything before you have to make any late-night runs to the store before the curfew.” Eric nodded in agreement once again. I knew that they were right, but I hated it too. I was scared to go out by myself especially since Jay was a knight and no longer living with me. Even after our parents died, Jay was always there with me. But now I didn’t have him to run out and get me things once it was passed the curfew time.

“Well if I need anything, I could get him to bring it to me.” Sunny shrugged.

“I’m surprised he was even knighted to be honest. He was always the wild one but I guess that’s what makes him fit in the others.” Sunny looked out the store front window watching the hoards of girls following them.

Advoiding the chaos, I finally reach my home in the human district of the city. I could see the castle in the distant but still close enough that I could see my brother often.

“Well I guess this house isn’t gonna clean itself.” I was use to being alone. Not just because of being a human thing but because I was just a loner and I’m okay with that. I jumped from scrubbing dishes when a loud pounding was at the door. I huffed there’s only one person who knocks that damn loud. Jay…

“Why do you knock so damn loud for,” I say jerking the door open. Jay’s face lights up knowing he made me jump.

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I’m here to get some more of my stuff.” Jay flopped onto the old couch. I go back to the kitchen.

“Did you have work today?” I turn to face Jay as he headed to fridge to grab a bottle of water.

“Yeah and along with the hoards of women following around the king,” I grumbled.

“Oh come on, Y/N. He’s not that bad of a person.” I huffed again.

“Must I remind you that he’s the reason we’re orphans or did you forget that when he made you a knight?” Jay growled.

“It wasn’t his fault. Our parents were the ones trying to kill him. They did it to themselves,” he yelled.

“Then show me the proof.” Jay always put King Christopher on a pedestal and his fellow knights as well.

“When we go to ball next week I’ll show you,” he said them heading upstairs. Oh yeah I forgot about going with him to the stupid ball. I hated the thought of going because I’m far from lady like. This isn’t the first time going but I still hate it all the same. But this was going to be the first time seeing the proof that our parents tried to assassinate the king.

[burnedbyshoto]

quirk mastery

— In which Mirio gets his quirk back and he’s desperate to show you just how well he’s remastered permeation.

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pairing: togata mirio x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, pwp-ish, semi-public sex, clothed sex, anal, size difference, finger sucking, fingering

word count: 4,021

a/n: day three of kinktober and here we be!!! this was based on the concept of mirio being the perfect candidate for have clothed penetrative sex LMAOOO. make sure to comment (even if its a simple emoji) on any fics you like, authors super appreciate it.

main kink: anal

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To be quite honest, you never thought Mirio was going to get his quirk back.

You remember when it happened in high school.

The cold fall morning as you had woken up earlier than usual for a school day, deciding that maybe you should get a cup of tea given that it had been cold and something just felt off.

Nearly three years ago, when you had arrived through the doors of UA as a hero student, you had taken your seat in class 1-B, and almost immediately, your class became your family. Everyone was so talented, lively, and brimming with their own excitement of being here, but one person always just seemed to be brighter than the rest.

His smile captivated the first moment he looked at you, his blue eyes so precise and accurate you knew immediately he was someone to trust. 

His name was Togata Mirio, and true to his sunshine hair, his own sunshine personality allowed the entire class to address him by his first name within hours of meeting him. It was no surprise that you felt your heart skip a beat when he placed a strong arm around your shoulder later in the year because you had fallen for your classmate.

As a third-year, you still harbored deep feelings for your classmate and now best friend. But you knew better than to enact on them at the moment. You were busy with your hero work, and his latest work-study with the former All Might’s sidekick kept him busy nearly every day.

He would still be there once you graduated, you always liked to remind yourself. But as energetic as Mirio was, he definitely was not an early riser. So it shocked you that as you reached the dorm's kitchen area, he was standing there quiet and fully dressed in his school uniform. His eyes were concentrated on his phone, and his face was serious, for a moment, the off feeling you had seemed to make sense as you stared at his solemn face.

“Mirio?” you had called out, suddenly feeling a bit underdressed in your pajamas, and you held onto your elbow as you stared at your flirt of a classmate. “You okay? We still have an hour and a half before classes start.”

It seemed that he had not even heard you enter the room based on how he startled just the bit before turning his gaze towards you. 

Blue eyes murky with regret and guilt. You hated that they weren't clear, and you always hoped they would be cleared soon.

“I’ve got my work-study today,” Mirio answers with a soft smile that doesn’t clear his eyes. “Something came up, so I'll be gone for the morning. We’ll probably be back before classes end today.”

You nod your head, already knowing who belonged within that we.

“Are you doing okay? You’ve been looking a bit… uh, worse for wear, and I don’t want you getting hurt because you’re distracted by other things,” you admit, venturing further into the kitchen so that you leaned against the opposite side of the counter of where Mirio stood. 

The smile on his face grows just a bit, a small spark dazzling in his clear blue eyes before he shakes his head good-naturally.

“You admitting you care about me?”

“Have I ever denied it?”

Mirio laughs softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck before a heavy sigh passes his lips, “I guess not.”

You keep the frown off your face at those words, his inability to flirt back slightly concerning, but you stop before you can frown. By the front door of the dorms is none other than Tamaki and Nejire from class 1-A, two other close friends of yours, and equally involved in this case of theirs that they all refuse to tell you about. Guess that’s what happens when you join Edgeshot’s agency.

Mirio follows your gaze and motions to your friends that he’ll be joining them in just a moment before he turns back to you.

“Well, looks like it’s time,” Mirio speaks with finality, his shoulders as stiff as his smile, and your heart aches just the slightest bit.

“Be careful, Mirio,” you say firmly, your eyes locked on his that have become emotionless. That pit in your stomach is unignorable as you speak up on your concerns. “I know you’re strong, but please be careful.”

Mirio stills for a moment before he nods, and he walks around the counter. His arms stretching out, pulling you into a tight hug that you more than willingly return. It seems like the two of you stand there hugging each other for centuries before Mirio makes a soft noise in an unwilling attempt to tell you to let go.

“I know, I know,” you sigh, pulling away, your eyes meeting his for the millionth time. “You’ve To-gata go now.”

And for the first time in weeks, his blue eyes clear up, and a proper genuine laugh breaks through his lips as he shakes his head, already walking away. 

“You’re pretty amazing, y/n-chan!” he shouts as he opens the front door, and you can hear Nejire calling her hellos to you. “I’ll be back before you can even blink!”

“You better!” you call out, waving at your three friends who bunch up and walk off.

As you watch their retreating backs, the pit in your stomach remains as you whisper softly: please.

It’s within twenty-four hours that you find out the case they were working, and you feel sick when Mirio doesn’t return, confirming to you that he was the one to have lost his quirk that day. When Mirio returns two days later, it’s not with good news as he admits to you that he’ll be leaving UA now that his quirk is gone.

His eyes are clear again, not at all like he was two days ago as the two of you seem to only be talking to one another within the crowd of both class 3-A and 3-B. It’s later once everyone is gone that he admits that a young girl who was responsible for his quirks erasure could potentially bring it back, but it’s unknown at the moment.

You remember holding his cheeks and promised him that even if it doesn’t come back, he would always be a hero who, in the end, did what he set out to do, saving a million people. It was almost shocking to you as you watched for the first time since his teacher died in front of him, Mirio crying yet again, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

But that was five years ago.

Five long years of being a Pro Hero in a society that no longer looked the same.

Three years of finally being able to call Mirio your boyfriend.

One year of organizing the current hero gala, the two of you are attending right now.

One month of Mirio finally regaining his quirk.

In a heavily watched attempt, Eri-chan, who had been able to figure out a way to train her quirk. It was all due to the help of a young yet brilliant support engineer, Hatsumi Mei, without having to interact with real soul-having things. It took almost ten hours, but the young girl was both resilient and determined as you watched as she sat with her fingers pressed to Mirio’s cheeks and a warm yellow glow surrounded her. 

The shriek that ripped through you when Mirio suddenly fell through the floor, your initial fear of Eri completely rewinding him from existence flaring in your chest, and undoubtedly hers as she gasped in horror. You watched his clothes dropping from where he once sat, and then you could hear the familiar, distant sound of Mirio being rejected by matter, and you bolted at Eri. It was a frantic team effort response to make sure Eri would not see him in his naked glory when he resurfaced, and that memory still sent you in a round of uproarious laughter.

But a Heroes Gala was something that was occurring recently, and it wasn’t quite what it had once been before. Pro Heroes were not recognized within these events; instead, the common man was, and more importantly, helping those deemed as outcasts within society. With the reign of AFO gone, and the destruction of what the heroism did to society, it had been a weird shift in energy, but a needed one.

Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero being the trailblazers on that front, pushing to look at the reasons the world deemed villains as so, and doing their best to fix it at the source. 

It definitely wasn’t perfect, far from it actually, but these galas helped to keep energies high on many different fronts.

Speaking of high energy, if your face was able to emit heat energy similar to that of a sun, right now, you would be a supernova.

Located in some hallway in the back of the event, you sat on a marble table. Your legs somehow wrapped around Mirio’s waist, arms thrown around his neck, pressing his gliding lips even closer to you as he enthusiastically, carefully, and completely dominated your lips. To the rest of the world, it just seemed like the two of you were simply indulging into your horny twenty-three-year-old needs. There was nothing conspicuous about what you both were doing, not if your clothed states had anything to say about it.

But that was just the thing.

Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the large, voluminous skirt of your evening gown easily covered Mirio’s powerful, thrusting hips, blanketing his ulterior motives with fabric from the rare eye that managed to come and look at the both of you.

Maybe if they had x-ray vision, they would know the truth; they could see it too.

For not even five minutes ago, you had teasingly whispered just how hot Mirio looked in his get-up. Your teeth nibbling on his earlobe about how excited you were that when you two would inevitably get home, his clothes would be gone in a matter of seconds. It seemed that your boyfriend wanted to jump the gun and just show you what both of you had been missing these past three years.

You could barely keep up with his quick, long strides. Your heels caught onto the length of your gown multiple times until he had brought you into this hallway and picked you up without so much of a grunt and planted your bottom on the exceptionally sturdy table. It still hadn’t hit you just what he had intended to do when his lips crashed against yours, and the world exploded into white static as he kissed you, consuming your mouth with every fiber of his being.

A gentle moan left your mouth when his tongue entered your mouth, but the prominent, hard bulge pressing between you and the many, many layers of fabric made you yelp. You pulled away from his lips, your eyes, wide, impossibly frantic.

“Togata Mirio!” you hissed in shock, your hand slapping across your mouth as you simply stared at your lover who was smiling at you brightly.

The smile and the clear blue of his eyes let nothing indicate just how fucking hard he was and how much he craved your cunt around his cock just as you had teased him about earlier. 

“What is it, sunflower?” Mirio asks, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. Your spine stiffens up as he leans in close, his mouth pressing against yours for a small, seemingly chaste kiss before he presses the corner of his mouth to your ear. “I think I’m having some issues with my quirk control, and I think this is the perfect way to practice the uh… fine-tuning of my quirk. Right?”

“Mirio…” you warn as he softly begins to grind against you, his large hand shifting from your shoulder blades down to your lower back. The pressure of his hand provided such numbing heat to blaze through your core, and it only added to the feeling of his cock against your slowly seeping cunt.

“Dontcha want to help me practice?” Mirio asks, his teeth biting onto your earlobe, and a wanton moan reverberates from your chest at the feeling. “Help me master my quirk again?”

You’re not sure what makes you cave, what makes you say fuck it under your breathe. It could have been the heat of his breath on your ear, the way he kissed down your jaw, the clear blue of his eyes glazing over darkly with lust, and maybe it was the way you could manage to feel his cock through the miles of fabric between the two of you. It didn’t matter now anyway, it couldn’t because you turned towards his face, your lips desperately seeking his, and thankfully Mirio met you there immediately.

Hot desperate mouths clashing together, tongues meeting in the middle, and you could feel his hands shoving you towards him until there was no space between your meeting hips if you ignored the dress and his pants. 

Your hazed over mind chanted to be ready for anything, to be prepared for the feeling of his cock against your already soaked cunt, and to not be surprised. Nevertheless, when you felt the hot, heavy, and stupidly thick head of Mirio’s cock pressing between your desperately needy folds, going against all of your brain's logic of how this shouldn’t be possible with your panties still on. 

“M-Mirio!” you cried, head knocked back at the feeling of his cock pressing through your tight, clenching hole. His cock thick, veiny, and hot, even in your inner walls as he kisses you. You couldn’t focus on him, your mouth agape and lax, his lips pressing against your teeth, tongue curling on the roof of your tongue, and you wantonly moaned as he shifted outwards and slammed right back into you.

For the past three minutes, the two of you had begun this desperate, needy, over your clothes public fuck. Your hands feeling so small, pressed onto his back. Your mouth biting into his neck as he slammed into you over and over again. 

The heat in your stomach was throbbing, the soft thrumming of your orgasm about to tip as Mirio claimed you like this.

“So cute like this, baby,” he laughed as if his cock wasn’t stretching you out despite all your clothes still being on. You felt his cock head press up against your cervix, and a loud pathetic whine stumbled out of your lips. “Did you like that? Finally, got to that little spot you like despite this angle?”

He hit it again, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all noises that so desperately wanted to be heard getting cut off. 

“Look at you! You’re so cute like this, sunflower! You can’t even look at me, and you’re babbling! I think I’m doing great… job… at this, fuck, quirk control…”

Your eyes flutter shut, a gasping, needy breath expelling into his mouth as he kisses you greedily, and the heat grows exponentially when his hand permeates through your dress to pinch and pull at your clit. You’re so close, so deliriously near that, you begin to seize up, your walls fluttering with the actions that you know mean that you’re about to nosedive off a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

But there were always issues with having sex in public with a man who could not shut up.

“Togata-senpai, Y/l/n-senpai!” A voice yells at the two of you. Even with the thrumming warmth of your pre-orgasm, the voice washes coldly over you. Rippling the start of orgasmic bliss right from beneath your feet as you snap your head away from Mirio.

A loud, choked gasp escapes you when for a split second, his cock disappears from your clenching, denied cunt in an experience you could not begin to explain.

“Iida-kun!” Mirio exclaimed jovially as if the two of you weren’t at all fucking moments before, but as he did so, he seemed to deactivate his quirk on his cock.

“What are the two of you doing here! It is quite preposterous for the two of you to be… canoodling within the gala when we are all awaiting your presence!” Iida exclaims, his hands cutting and chopping at the air as he seems to frown at the both of you.

But you were busy with other thoughts.

With his cock completely solid back inside of you, tears were leaking from your eyes as white, hot pain erupted in your stomach and curled all the way down into your toes.

Mirio returned his cock into your ass, and the lack of any warning due to his quirk nearly had you throwing up in this new sensation. Your fingers curled roughly into Mirio’s shoulders, your ragged breathing “I’m-in-so-much-pain” breathes alerting both of the men before you who turned their attention to you.

“Are you okay, sunflower?” Mirio asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he brushed a tear that managed to streak down your cheek. “What’s going on?”

“Yes, what is going on? What can I get for you, Y/l/n-senpai?”

“It h-hurts!” you cry, eyes locking onto Mirio’s, who seemed to gather just what was going on as his eyes grow with worry and also knowing actions. 

He shifted slightly, and his cock that was already so big moved within your ass, and you balked. You leaned forward onto Mirio’s chest, feeling absolutely dwarfed by your boyfriend as you held onto him with trembling arms and soft groans of pain and growing, intense pleasure.

“Ah, Iida-kun, would you mind if you could possibly give us some room? I promise we’ll join the gala in less than ten minutes?”

You can’t even see Iida’s reaction given that your eyes are leaking with your tears and the fact that you can’t even raise your head to look at your old younger-classmen. 

“Of course, I’ll leave y/l/n-senpai to you, but if anything happens, please come and get me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you!”

Your sniffling doesn’t seem to stop as Iida’s loud footsteps confirms his exit, but Mirio’s mouth is by your ear again, his hips taking a tentative, shallow thrust that sends you whining like a bitch in heat. Anal was something that Mirio loved to do. He always confessed to you each and every time as his cock would line up to your muscled rim that there was just something indescribably hot about you taking his cock that way.

Mirio was a big dude with a bigger cock, and you usually could, in fact, handle — thoroughly enjoy —  anal with the proper steps to lead into it, but this was a cock appearing in your ass without warning or knowing of it happening. You could feel your tears streaming down your neck, but bubbling moans of pleasure had already started again. The pain of the surprise was already wearing off by the time Iida had disappeared, and Mirio was once again shifting his hips for your best pleasure.

“God, I can’t believe you took my cock in your ass that calmly,” Mirio whispers in pure admiration, his hips taking longer, deeper strokes into you. “That was so fucking hot, I’m sorry I lost control like that.”

“S-Shut up…” you gasped, hands fisting into his coat as you tried to ride out the waves of pain instead. “Fuck m-me already.”

The laugh that seems to grow right from Mirio’s stomach makes your skin crawl as he nods his head, his hands grabbing your chin to stir you into a kiss as he begins to thrust into your asshole with much more daring conviction.

“I always forget how much you like this!” he sighs against your lips. “Always so ready for my cock no matter where it is.”

You whimper loudly, teeth burying into your lower lip, the slick from your cunt slowly gliding down to his cock, allowing for partial lubing. 

In and out, he moves, his hips moving faster than a manageable speed. Even without him being a hero, Mirio had kept himself in pique condition, and moments like this proved it. His fast rutting and delirious power into every slam of his cock into your ass was commanding and revolutionary. Your eyes welled with tears at the constipated feeling in your asshole, your mouth pressing back into his neck, sobbing his name. His fingers dive down and permeate through your dress and panties, and you swear you’re drooling when his calloused, hot fingers tweak and pull at your clit, savagely teasing it. 

Mirio laughs softly at the way you’re trying to hide your cries of pleasure. How you’re burying your head into his shoulder, teeth biting into his clothed skin. His thrusting movements became quicker, harder, and more consistent until a familiar sensation of his balls slapping your skin burned your mind. 

He was—

Holy shit—

He was making sure you could feel his once concealed balls against your skin and the warbled, shameless scream that he interrupted by shoving his fingers in your mouth.

“More,” you beg around his fingers, staring straight up at him. Your saliva coating his fingers, lips sucking around his fingers in hopes that he’ll heed your command. “Fuck my asshole harder.”

Mirio merely groans the pinch on your clit, making your hips buck awkwardly and pathetically against his cock and balls because of the table. And he began to barbarically slam into you so that the soft thudding of the counter hitting the wall shudders down your spine. 

Your body shifts with his every movement, the counter rocking with the force, your slick pouring from your cunt, and he let go of your tongue. In your crazed state, you sob at the loss of contact, but his hand that had been playing and teasing your clit shifts so that his thumb resides on your clit, and three of his fingers curl into your throbbing, orgasm denied cunt. The force alone nearly sends your eyes flying open, your vision still blurred with tears when his fingers drag against your puffy walls that you knew would let you squirt if he manipulated it just enough.

His fingers work at double the speed of which his hips slam into you. His fingers pushing the limits of your heat radiating walls, dragging them deliciously against your clenching heat. Then there was his cock, and at times the thin walls that separated his fingers and his cock brushed together, sending you into a new frenzy while you sobbed his name.

Begging for more, pleading to make you come.

“You needa come, sunflower?” Mirio huffs, his sweaty forehead pressing against yours, and you moaned loudly, knowing that he was also close. “Then come for me. Come against my cock and my fingers!”

“I-It feels so fucking good, so good baby,” you garble. Your jaw is unable to move for its slack against his shoulder. Your cooes only adding to the electrifying pleasure singing through your nerves, and with a loud squelch from your pussy, you come hard against his fingers, your ass instinctively tightening up at well.

You could feel the more foreign sensation of wet heat fill your ass as Mirio collapses against you, his heart hammering in his chest as the two of you just sit there. Your hands shifting to thread into his soft, fluffy hair as his limp cock disappears from within you, and you groan at the loss of feeling.

“Gross…” you mumble as Mirio stands straight up again after some time.

“Wha—”

“You came in my ass,” you sigh, although not at all displeased with it.

“Oh, sorry! I got a bit overexcited!”

It takes an additional three minutes for you to be willing to move to return to the event, but as you do, Mirio has an arm around your waist, readying to keep you upright all night if needed.

“Ne, Mirio?” you call as the both of you return to the main stage.

“Hm?”

“I think you’ve pretty much mastered your quirk again!”

[thesunshinebunny]

Hello! I've seen two asks with the first reaction of a Fem!Reader dancing in an erotic/sexy way. (One with the dorm heads and one with the vice dorm heads-)

So I thought I could ask the same thing, but with Cater, Jack, Floyd, Epel, Sebek and Silver. It's okay if it's breaking the rules or you're not comfortable with writing it! But thanks in advance anyways! Stay peachy!! ^^

I never thought I'd end up making a whole series of requests for this style, and to think that the dorm heads was my first order for Twst, what a great start.

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As always, all characters are +18 Enjoyyyyyy

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Cater

Montero – Lil Nas X

I imagine Cater as a person who follows trends and is aware of the new music that comes out every single day, so I don't think it is weird to find him listening to the new of Lil Nas x (hiding it from Riddle obviously, knowing him that kind of songs would be strictly prohibited in the halls of Heartslabyul)

But as smart as Cater could get with social media and internet fashions, he didn't notice how you had gotten into music so much that you were mentally creating a choreography.

One specifically for him.

So, when you asked him to spend some private time in the comfort of his bedroom, he didn't expect at all that you would sit him in the middle of his bed just passing the threshold.

For a moment he thought you were going to give him a massage or a handjob, but when you told him to wait patiently, that you were going to change, his impure thoughts were dispelled, thinking that you were going to get more comfortable to snuggle with him.

How wrong he was. It was seeing you come out of the bathroom with a hoodie (that warm and purposeful had nothing), which barely covered your sports bra and shorts, half covering your butt, when all unseemly thoughts returned to his mind.

He stretched out his hands to pull you to him, but you stayed in place, saying you had another surprise.

Cater automatically took out his cell phone to record and take some occasionals photos.

Watching you dance so freely, doing a private show and personally for him made his heart race to a thousand an hour. Even his pants were starting to tighten.

It was seeing your ass and automatically biting his lips. In his mind he was wanting to place each palm on each of your cheeks and squeeze them as he held you against him, preventing you from moving, and his cock buried well deep inside you.

"Are you happy to see me?" your question brought him out of his reverie, realizing that your choreography was over.

He put the cell phone aside and pounced on you, wrapping his arms around you, capturing your lips and throwing you on the bed. Perhaps, among all the ruffle, he put his phone in recording mode and captured ... the entire subsequent session.

Don't worry, Cater would never divulge a video like that and if you want it delete it, he will do it immediately. If not, he will keep it in a folder with a password.

Jack

Solo – Demi Lovato

Jack tried multiple times to convince you to go train with him around the Savannaclaw arena, but each time you refused, stating that you liked being more in the comfort of the bed, covered up to your head, rather than get up at five in the morning to run.

He didn’t take it the wrong way, the way he trained was not for everyone, but he did advise you not to stay still and fall into a sedentary lifestyle, claiming that it would be harmful to your health.

Therefore, you decided to start training on your own, with your own time and doing a little of what you liked most; because remember: to be able to dance like divine goddesses, you need to train ... and a lot.

While he went out for a run, you stayed asleep, when classes ended it was your turn to train.

One day classes ended quite early in your case, allowing you to go to Jack's room to rest and wait for him; But the minutes grew long and what seemed like an hour of waiting turned into two.

So… loud music, more comfortable clothes and practice.

And what does Jack like more than training? See you give your best while doing what you like.

Finding you in his room dancing in sportswear was an image that he would like to print and keep in his mind.

He didn’t care that you were sweating or that the clothes weren’t the tightest to mark your figure, just seeing you move your hips was what he needed to have a smile from ear to ear.

Finish your dance calmly, that your gray wolf will be waiting for you at the door, smiling at you and with open arms to give you a big hug for the effort.

He would eat you with kisses and bites to show you how happy he was to see you happy. If this leads to more… spicy things, that's up to you.

What if I recommend you not to dance this same choreography in the training field in broad daylight, where everyone can see you. The results could be a bit possessive.

But, if you're brave enough, don't complain later if you end up with bites and marks all over your body.

Floyd

My oh My – Camilla Cabello

You walked into the gym expecting to find the basketball team training as usual, but there was no one in their place. Absolute silence.

You took the opportunity to place your backpack next to the roadways, change into comfortable sportswear and put on some music to improve the atmosphere.

When this song started to play, you elatedly stood in the middle of the gym, a sly smile on your face, completely ignoring the sound of rumbling footsteps and slowly approaching the gym.

You were in the middle of the choreography when you felt two arms gripping you tightly, leaving you gasping for air. You screeched as Floyd began to squeeze you more and more, making it impossible for you to move.

"My my, nobody taught you to pay attention to your surroundings when you're alone, koebi-chan?" that sceared the shit out of you.

"Can I dance with you?"

He pulled you closer to him, pressing your back against his torso and your hips against his, lifting you off the floor, and began to spin and sway to the rhythm of the music.

The situation made you laugh until you felt his hand pass over your chest and touch your breast. He settled you against the wall, now your pussy positioned on his erect dick, grinding it thanks to his arms that held you in the air.

At no point did either of you stop the music, letting the playlist roll on and cover the sweet moans coming out of your mouth.

Some freshman ventured into the gym when they heard faint groans creep through the large metal doors.

They got the scare of their lives when they saw Floyd pounding from behind you, staring straight at the entrance and throwing death threats with just his eyes.

Epel

Do it like a dude – Jessie J

Listen to me... you can't tell the only woman at NRC that she can't participate in a dance competition because "it's only for guys"

Uhhhhhhhhh, if I was in that situation how would break their teeth.

Buuuut, you were able to defend yourself in a better way… going to the middle of the training ground where the competition (led by Professor Vargas) was taking place.

I have to say that you left all the participants with icy skin? Other than making them feel like they have a small dick. Straight to the ego.

And Epel was no different. He wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that a girl had beaten him in steps that were recognized later is another matter not ashamed at all, not at all.

Which did bring his ego to the ground and his self-esteem was to see you give your all to overthrow sexism, while he could barely stand in the same line as those of Savannaclaw.

Either way, he enjoyed watching you dance, you seemed re-empowered and that gave you an aura of a strong and powerful woman.

If those who refused to let you participate didn’t give you the prize, rest assured that Epel will leave them in their place, perhaps with the help of Deuce.

He asked you how you could have so much confidence in yourself and that may have caused a butterfly effect ... he wanted to know, well you will teach him in bed.

Two or three tricks may have taken effect and in the next competition (or anything) Epel will give his best, even if he has you as an opponent.

Victory sex for whoever wins? Victory sex.

Sebek

Play with Fire – Sam Tinnesz

You were calm in the comfort of your bedroom, going over some class assignments, some background music, Grimm sleeping next to the bed. A normal day.

But quite boring.

You decided to go down to do a little stretching, so much time hunched over in bed looking at the notes it makes your back very bad. You took your cell phone and left the little cat sleeping comfortably.

Between those stretches you got the idea of ​​practicing a little choreography, nothing too complicated or time consuming; maybe half an hour, forty minutes and that's it.

Well, it ended up being a two hour workout, doing one choreography more complicated than the other. Night had fallen and you were supposed to have a little "date" with Sebek right in your bedroom.

There were knocks on the door, but with the volume of the music you couldn't hear them, nor did you hear the creak of the door opening and closing.

Sebek found you in the middle of the living room, moving your arms around your body. He’s not stupid, he knew you were doing a choreography and he would have enough patience to let you finish it and show up.

What he didn’t expect was to see your figure fall to the floor and move in those ... eccentric movements

Indecent thoughts get out of this mind.

You finished dancing and Sebek was still standing in the middle of the hall, not knowing what to do, where to look, and if he was allowed to speak.

"Sebek are you ok? When did you came in?"

Completely taken out of his reverie, ready to continue the evening as if nothing had happened.

Inwardly he was dying of excitement.

Without telling you anything, with the "date" half finished, having a good and sweet dinner, he just ... slamed you against the wall and took you right there and there.

You both ended up scaring poor Grimm. He just wanted to come down to eat his tuna.

Silver

Maria - 화사 (Hwasa)  

It wasn’t unusual to hear multiple and different songs in the corridors of Diasomnia, especially with Lilia as a member of the light music club; it was normal to hear all kinds of rhythms, even different languages.

Therefore, Silver didn’t find it unusual to hear Korean lyrics as he walked through the lounge of his dorm.

What he did think was strange was hearing footsteps and blows, which had a very peculiar resemblance to the rhythm of music.

In a corridor somewhat away from the common area, which led to a small meeting room and greater tranquility, you were there with the music blasting and dancing as if you were the owner of the place.

Don't get me wrong, Silver was 1000% okay with you dancing in his dorm, even if you wanted to do it on a table in the middle of the lounge room… be his guest.

What he couldn’t allow was his roommates seeing you so… free, sure of yourself, indisputably if you were wearing sports clothes or little clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And if Malleus was among those people… ufff, a big no from our silver boy.

He would go to where you were and lift you by the legs, placing you on his shoulder and commenting that you could continue your dance in a more private place.

That place was his room.

"The way you dance is ... intoxicating"

If at any time the brilliant idea of ​​approaching Silver occurs to you while you dance, take it for granted that he will grab you in his arms and throw you on the bed.

Nope, he's not going to let you finish the choreography. He has another type of choreography in mind.

Lilia put up a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door, proud to see his son a grown-up… apart from the fact that he would have a little “chat” with him immediately after the deed it doesn't matter if you’re still naked and pathetically covered with sheet, he would just *pufff*

[mintchanniemint]

pairing: [still friends] bassist!chan x (fem)reader wordcount:  ~2.6k  [these events are not chronologically connected to the previous parts!] taglist: @100797-bc @chansrms

Achoo! 

You groaned as your own sneeze made you feel like your whole head spinned for five minutes straight. You were desperately trying to reach for your phone on the bedside table but your forces were nearly nonexistent, it felt so difficult to even just move your eyes. You could hear the never-ending buzzing of the device, and you couldn't even wonder who would be able to make so many notifications pop up in such a short time. You had caught a bad cold, probably due to the previous night, but you weren't even able to tell your friends about it. You just hoped they didn't worry that much. You sighed, giving up on your small mission to let your hands finally reach your phone and decided to rest a little bit, hoping you would gain some energy to get up and go get some medicine for your headache. Not even ten minutes had passed and that peaceful, way too silent silence got interrupted by a really long hold on your doorbell. 

You suddenly opened your eyes and stared intensely at the white ceiling. It's Chan. Only that guy was able to be so annoying just by ringing the bell. But how could you tell him you got sick? And that it was entirely your fault since he warned you and told you to bring a jacket with you and then found yourself in an unfortunate rainstorm with just a simple t-shirt? 

"Eugh… give me a minute…" You murmured, somehow hoping your voice could reach your friend's ears although it left your mouth in a really low whisper. The ringing got even more annoying and obnoxious and you took a deep breath before finally trying to leave your warm bed. "The quicker I move, the faster it will end." You kept repeating to yourself as you got up, tried not to lose balance, stomped your feet around to catch both your slippers but being able to only wear one, and proceeding with quickly moving from your room to the front door, your right hand always following the wall by your side as everything around you was spinning. 

You struggled a bit with the various locks but then you finally were able to open the door, and the annoying ringing stopped when your tired, heavy eyes met with the red haired guy's. 

"Why didn't you answer my messages-" 

Your ears were barely able to catch those words before everything around you suddenly turned off. 

The next thing you saw was that familiar white ceiling: you were back in your bed, under many warm blankets, and a beeping thermometer under your arm.  Your gaze slowly moved to your side, seeing a bottle of water where your phone was previously left on your nightstand. Raindrops gently hitting against the surface of the window as you got welcomed by your friend.

"You're awake." Chan's soft voice reached your senses as you felt like you were slowly relaxing. He sat on the bed and your eyes focused on his silky features, as his warm hand got the thermometer from under your arm and he checked the temperature.

"Is it bad?" 

He only sighed, his eyes fixed on the display. 

"That bad?" Your voice sounded a bit worried and he quickly turned off the small device and put it back in its case. His eyes met with yours and his gaze softened as he let his hand wander under the four piles of blankets just to look for yours, and hold it. 

"It's really bad. Why didn't you listen to me and left without bringing a jacket with you." 

There he goes! You huffed and you quickly pinched the same warm hand you were distractedly letting your fingers trace on a few seconds before.

"Did you really come all the way to my house, ring my damn door for, like, ten minutes without even giving me a break, only to scold me?" 

"Yes." 

You pinched his hand even harder. 

"Not only for that."

Your two fingers let go of his hand for a second, distractedly tapping on the same spot they were previously pinching, waiting for him to continue. 

"I also got to see you faint in front of me." 

"You're such an idiot." You couldn't help but let a tired giggle leave your lips, as those words were blurred out together. 

"Make sure to eat something before taking your medicine." 

You looked at him in silence, blinking a few times as your eyes didn't move from his. It was as if you were trying to tell him something without actually saying it.

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon… don’t make me say it- 

"Why are you looking at me like that." 

"...Channie, I'm kinda sick, could you please make me some food? A sandwich maybe? Hm? Hm? Or porridge? What about some-" 

"Don't call me Channie-" 

"Oh, c'mon! Please, please, please!"  You started whining right away, now both of your hands holding his and randomly pulling it and just… throwing a whole tantrum while trying to keep a cute tone in your voice. His expression didn't change a bit, he was definitely not surprised by that whole theatrical scene. 

"Okay, okay. I'll make something for you. Stay here and sleep." 

You suddenly stopped and looked at him with sparkly eyes as you started to loudly thank him. 

"You don't look that sick anymore, though. Maybe I can just go home-" 

"No, don't go!"  Those words left your mouth before your brain could even register what you were going to say. You looked at Chan in silence as he was clearly processing what you said. Those were, really, a few simple words; but it was probably the veiled desperation hidden in your tone that got both of you quite startled. When did you even become this clingy?

He didn't say anything, probably not to make that small situation even more embarrassing, and left your room, not before making sure that you were going to rest and not follow him around. 

"But Chan, this is my house!" 

"I'm in charge of cooking today. I don't want to see you wander around the house like a lost raccoon looking for food." 

You had no words left to win that debate so you just huffed and hid under your blankets, leaving only your face uncovered as you stared at a small wolf plushie sitting on your desk; its cute, closed eyes reciprocating your gaze. You started to feel your mind slowly wander from thought to thought before you finally fell asleep, hoping to feel better after the nap. 

You couldn't really tell how much time had passed, but you tried to slowly open your heavy, tired eyes as you were feeling, once again, the whole world spinning around you. 

"Gwah… Chan…?"  You mumbled as you heard his steps, signaling that he probably just finished cooking some small meal for you. He left a bowl on the nightstand and sat on the bed. He probably could tell that you were more in pain than earlier. 

"Are you okay? Do you have a headache?"  His voice reached your ears in a soft, low tone, the only way you could answer was by slowly nodding. You felt his big hand quickly reaching your forehead.

"Gosh, I can't even open my eyes…"  You blurted out and slowly opened one eye as you tried to somehow focus on Chan, sitting right next to you, his back now facing you as he was looking for the thermometer he had used earlier to check your temperature. 

Before you could even say anything else, he suddenly turned around once again, his dark eyes meeting with yours for a fraction of seconds before you squeezed your eyes. 

"It hurts…"  You mumbled under your breath. Chan just sighed, his soft hand slowly moving some strands of hair from your face.  His hands felt quite cold, probably meaning that you were boiling hot since they were usually warm whenever he touched you.  You turned your head, letting your cheek lazily rub against the palm of his hand.  The red haired guy suddenly moved a bit closer to you, hesitant for a bit, before you felt his soft, plump lips rest against your forehead. 

What…?! 

You abruptly opened your eyes, but he was leaning against you and all you could see was his torso covered by one of his usual black hoodies. 

"Chan-" 

"Yeah, you're getting worse. Can you sit properly? So you can eat." 

Damn… why couldn’t he just use the thermometer?! It’s literally in his hands!

That was quite unexpected, the words you were trying to say faded on the tips of your lips and before you could even realize it, you were now sitting on your bed. Chan moved various pillows behind your back so you could rest comfortably and he brought a small cloth to put on your lap, on top of the various layers of soft blankets that were covering you. 

"What’s on the menu today, chef?"  You giggled lightly, your voice not able to filter your tiredness as you suddenly sneezed. You were glad he left three boxes of tissues right next to you. You were able to catch a really light smile painting his lips before he sat down holding the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. 

"Just some porridge."  He replied with his usual colourless voice, although you had to admit that at this point you were able to see every single one of the many colours that he always coldly tried to hide from others. 

"Here, be careful not to get your blankets dirty while eatin-" 

"Aaaaahn..."  You didn't even think twice before making that really childish noise as you opened your mouth, waiting for Chan to feed you. Your eyes met his as realization was slowly hitting you. 

… wait a minute… 

Was I just… supposed to… not… Chan… wasn't he…  

Silence brutally struck in the room as you suddenly felt like that plushie on your desk got really and fascinatingly interesting to stare at and to give your whole attention to. 

He wasn't going to feed me! I'm such an idiot! Why did I even think about that? What's wrong with me!! 

Your mind was getting beaten up by such thoughts as your eyes intensely kept staring at the plushie, completely ignoring Chan next to you. 

"I heard all of that." 

You nearly screamed as you quickly looked at him, your eyes drowning in terror. 

Is he some wizard or something? Did I talk out loud?! No… Maybe he’s an alien?

You quickly brought your hands on top of your head, as you started glaring at him, your lips pressed in a pout and your fingers slightly tapping on your head. 

"What are you doing now, the food might get cold if you keep messing around, idiot." 

"What am I thinking now? Can you read my mind?! How much do you know?!" 

He looked at you, clearly unamused, and took a deep breath as he stirred the meal in the bowl. 

"Here, open your mouth. You're clearly not gonna recover from this at all."  Ignoring your words, he carefully led the spoon full of warm porridge to your pouty lips and, as you kept staring at him, hands still on your head, you slowly opened your mouth, welcoming the exquisite food that the bassist in front of you was able to make. 

"Mh… it's really good!"  You mumbled between spoonfuls. Chan kept feeding you and, after you thanked him for the meal, he gave you a glass of water and medicine. 

"Drink it, so that headache won't bother you anymore."  He said, as you were slowly drinking your medicine.  It tasted so bad and you couldn't help but whine, looking at the glass in your hands with a rather upset expression, when you suddenly heard a giggle coming from Chan. 

"You looked so ugly right now." 

"Hey! So rude! Don’t make fun of me!"  You jokingly stuck your tongue out. He smiled and lightly booped your nose before he got up and brought the bowl and glass back to the kitchen. 

As you could faintly hear him washing the dishes, you lay down again under your blankets, your eyes following some random raindrops that would end up against your window, racing against each other and tracing abstract figures on the glass.  You were feeling really thankful for Chan, if he wasn't there you probably would have spent the whole day sleeping not able to take care of yourself. He was always there for you, he would always come to help at the right moments and although sometimes you might have shown reluctance to him, you had to admit that you had always enjoyed every single second spent with him by your side. 

As you were getting immersed in your own thoughts, your eyes suddenly met with those of the fluffy wolf plushie that was previously on your desk.  You didn't notice Chan entering your room and in order to get your attention, and maybe also make you cheer up a bit, he decided to use that plushie you intensely stared at before you had your meal.

"Isn't he cute?"  You smiled at him, taking the plushie in your hands and slowly patting its cute head. 

"Mh."  He nodded, he looked both way too focused and distracted at the same time. You often wondered what was going on in his mind, sometimes finding yourself wishing you were secretly able to read his thoughts.

"Chan, are you okay-" 

"Be careful next time." 

"Oh, c'mon… this stuff can happen! I'm completely fine now, thank you. And sorry… for probably ruining your whole day? It’s also raining, you shouldn’t have come all the way to my h-" 

“I was in the area anyway.”

Yeah, no. He used that excuse so many times, along with his usual “I was at the grocery store” when the same exact store is also in his neighbourhood. He often tried to save himself saying that “the cookies in the one next to your house are better”, but you just let him be and as a consequence he was probably convinced you fully believed in that tiny lie. 

You didn't get any kind of reply from him besides those few words, and you started to think that… maybe you did ruin his day? What if he had other plans? What if he was supposed to go practice but instead he got stuck spoonfeeding his way-too-stupid-but-not-enough-not-to-catch-a-cold friend? 

You sighed, but before you could say anything, his hands took the plushie from yours and he carefully examined it in silence. 

"Tell her she might be stupid, but that she would never ruin my days." 

"Chan, what-" 

"And tell her that she might be careless sometimes, but that she's also really strong and that I would always come to help her no matter what." His eyes were glued on the soft cartoonish wolf in his hands, and as every single word left his lips, you could feel your cheeks heating up and this time was definitely not because of the fever. As your tired eyes tried to focus a bit more on Chan’s face, you were able to notice that his cheeks as well were now tinted in a gentle light red.

"...And tell her that I can't read her mind. That place is probably some maze full of weird fantasies about me feeding her." 

"Hey, stop that!"  You suddenly looked away, covering your face with the blanket as you tried your best not to get up and use the little energy left in you to knock him out. 

"You idiot!"  You mumbled, your voice wasn't able to hide that shy smile printed on your face, but before you could even formulate a proper answer to everything he said, you heard a small, gentle and comically serious "boop." leave Chan's lips as he made the grey plushie gently hit your forehead. 

"And lastly, tell her to get better soon. I want to go look at the stars with her again."

[maddogofshimano]

New Years Haruka Character Story

Y1 Spoilers

I did a fresh translation on this one because I know I super rushed it the first time through because I was frantically grinding diamonds. This one is simultaneously very sweet and raises several questions.

Here’s the card! It’s very pretty.

Summary: It’s 2011, and Kiryu has something he needs Haruka to pick up in Kamurocho. She goes by herself, and with the help of Date retrieves this special item. Unfortunately, it’s not what either of them are expecting, and the Tojo Clan seems desperate to get their hands on it...

2011. Haruka is in her third year of middle school.

Summer vacation is just about over, Haruka's a little sad about that. Haruka asks if Kiryu's bought everything for dinner. 

He says he has, but he has something he needs Haruka to do. She asks if he needs her to buy something else. He says no. He actually... wants her to go to Kamurocho. There's a person there who's been holding onto something for him. He'd like Haruka to go pick it up. She needs to do it directly.

Haruka agrees, and asks if she can to go right away? She doesn't have anything prepped. Kiryu says that Morning Glory will be fine, don't worry. She leaves Kiryu in charge of the cooking, since it was her turn. Kiryu says he'll make "Man Food" (Tl note: bachelor meal?)

The next day she arrives in Kamurocho.

Haruka: Uncle Kaz said that someone from Sunflower should be meeting me here... ?: Haruka-chan! Haruka: Ah, Takako-san! It's been so long! Takako: It has! You've gotten so pretty...! I was really surprised to get a phone call from Kiryu-san. Here's what he wanted me to hand over. It's a little heavy. Haruka: I'll put it in this bag then. Thank you so much! I'm glad this was so easy to pick up. Takako: Sorry, I'd invite you over for lunch but Sunflower is in the middle of spring cleaning right now... Haruka: No don't worry, I'm sorry to have been a burden. Tatako: Well, I'm off! If you ever are in the area again, give me a call. Give Kiryu-san my regards!

Haruka thanks her and wonders if this is the thing that Kiryu needed her to pick up personally. She thinks it'd be a good idea to check it... but she's starving, and she sees a Smile Burger. A goon bumps into her, and they both drop their bags.

 He cusses her out, she says that he's the one that bumped into her, he is incensed that she would dare talk back to him. Thankfully, Date arrives. 

The goon asks if this asshole is her dad.

Date: Heh. That firecracker's dad is unlike anyone else in the world. I'm just his friend.

The goon throws hands, as goons are want to do. Date kicks his ass. The goon quickly snatches his bag and flees, promising that he won't forget this! Date makes sure that Haruka is alright, and says if she comes to Kamurocho she should really let him know. Where's Kiryu anyways? 

Haruka answers that this time she's here all by herself. Date wants to know why the hell she'd do that. She explains that Kiryu wanted her to pick up... where'd the bag go? Date points it out, it seems it got displaced during the fight.

Haruka's worried that whatever she needed to pick up might have been broken, so they should check... Date is tired of standing around and invites her to New Serena, he'll make some food. Haruka asks if Date also makes "Man Food". He laughs and says she should look forward to eating it.

<Part 2>

Turns out Date is a good cook! He says he's pretty meticulous about it, and that Saya is also fond of it, though she wishes he had been that good at it a long time ago. They open the bag up to check what's inside. It's something small, and pretty securely wrapped. It's...

A pistol. A real one.

A yakuza bursts into New Serena with a knife. He's been looking for Haruka, and wants her to hand that bag over. Date recognizes the man's pin, he's Tojo Clan! The goon says that if they won't hand it over, he'll just have to beat it out of them. Date beats this guy too, and he runs off fast. 

Haruka asks if that was a Tojo goon, Date confirms and says that if they know about that pistol, they're going to keep trying to take it... We really need to know why Kiryu wanted you to get this so badly

Haruka agrees and calls Kiryu.

Kiryu: Ah, Haruka? Did you already make the pickup? Kiryu: You shouldn't take it out of the bag very often. Haruka: Something that I shouldn't take out... so this is genuine? Kiryu: That's right, and it's high quality. I think you're grown up enough to have it now. Haruka: I'm grown up enough...! Uncle Kaz, what the heck do you mean...!? Voice over the phone: Excuse me? Kiryu: Ah, sorry. Someone's here, I'll have to cut this short. Haruka: U-Uncle Kaz! Haruka: .... Date: What'd he say? Haruka: That I'm grown up enough, so it's fine for me to have this... Date: What? What does that mean... Haruka: I don't know either... Uncle Kaz, he hung up in the middle of talking... Date: ...I don't want to believe it. I really don't want to believe it, but... Haruka: ? Date: Well, maybe Kiryu's returning to the yakuza... Haruka: Eh...? Date: I can't think of any other situation where he would need a gun. Then the Tojo Clan heard about this gun's existence, and decided to steal it. Date: There's probably going to be a lot of people who aren't happy about Kiryu returning. Haruka: B-But, they'd definitely find this at the airport...! Date: Didn't you hear that Kiryu is coming here? In that case, wouldn't he just meet up with you and pick it up then? Haruka: (That's... Uncle Kaz is going to...!) Haruka: .......... Date: ...Haruka? Haruka: I'm going to get rid of this thing! <Haruka runs out of New Serena> Date: Hey, wait!

<Part 3>

Haruka is looking for somewhere to throw away the gun where no one will find it. Unfortunately she is found by the goon from part 1. He wants her to return what she's got right now! Haruka is surprised he said "return", and asks if he means this gun? The goon says that since she went and looked inside... he'll just have to erase her!

Thankfully Date is here to rescue Haruka again. He's pretty winded, he's not as young as he used to be. The goon says that Date's been a real pain in his ass, and fights him again, and loses again.

Date: Whew... Calm down Haruka. If anything happened to you I'd never be able to show my face around Kiryu again. Haruka: Sorry... Date: Hey, why are you trying to drag Haruka into this? Is this some kind of payback? Goon: Ugh, i-it's... Haruka: Before you said to "return that"... Were you talking about this gun...? Goon: Huh...? You, you didn't notice? Haruka: Eh? Goon: We took the wrong bags. I got yours, and you got mine. Date: What? Goon: Look, this is your bag. Haruka: Ah! They're identical!! Date: Then, it was crazy to think Kiryu would send Haruka out to retrieve a gun for him. Damn, I really cried wolf on that one... Me and my big imagination. Date: I'm really sorry, Haruka. I shouldn't have worried you like that. Haruka: It's okay, I caused you a lot of trouble too... I'm sorry. Date: Well, there's one person that could have prevented this whole mess. Oi. Goon: Y-Yeah... Date: I'm a detective, so don't even think you can escape and do whatever it is you were planning with this gun. Goon: Ughhh... Date: So, what did Kiryu actually want you to pick up? Let's open it. Haruka: Yeah, let's take a look. ...This is........ Haruka: A kimono? <Haruka returns to Morning Glory> Kiryu: ...So that's what happened, huh? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you go by yourself. Haruka: It's okay. Date helped me. By the way, Uncle Kaz. What was the reason that you wanted me to pick up these clothes by myself? Kiryu: ...Because of this letter, you should read it.

  Haruka: A letter...? Kiryu: It's from the person who got that kimono for you. Haruka: Umm...

To Haruka, If you're reading this letter, that means I wasn't able to give you this myself. That's a shame, I have always hoped to give you this kimono when you got older. I hope that wearing this kimono when you make the first shrine visit of the year brings you much happiness. Please be happy. That is my only wish. From Yumi

Haruka: .......... Uncle Kaz.....!! Kiryu: Yeah. ...Well, try it on. Let's see how it looks.

Haruka: Alright. Haruka: How is it, Uncle Kaz?

Kiryu: ...It looks great on you. Yumi would have said the same. Haruka: Thank you, Uncle Kaz. Haruka: ...Thank you. Mom.

<END>

Bonus stuff: this isn’t a bonus at all but hey Date? Hey Date??? You’re really just going to... help Kiryu rejoin the Tojo Clan via his daughter picking up a gun for him????? You are so ride or die it’s a problem. What the hell man!

This is the only time I can think of them explicitly referencing Kiryu visiting Kamurocho post Y3 that isn’t during one of the games. It wasn’t a hard assumption to make, Akiyama seems to know Haruka pretty well in Y5 despite not interacting in Y4, but it’s cool to have that confirmed directly.