#San's voice in particular sounds so like.....*sparkling* on it

[maximura]

Crazy Form is to Guerrilla, what Silver Light is to Cyberpunk.

[pocketjoong]

❥𓂃𓏧DESIRE

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You give San a backless jacket to wear for a performance, but San seems to have everything but the performance in mind.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!San x fem!Stylist!Reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) smut. pwp. unprotected sex (DON'T DO THIS IRL)! use of pet names. San calls reader noona. Hints of a forbidden relationship/romance. lmk if I am missing something. MDNI.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 2.3k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (NOTES) Seems familiar? I wrote and published this on my previous account (hoonieversed). This is an edited (and a better, imo) version hehe~ I always enjoy feedback, reviews, and asks so don't hesitate to comment/send an ask!

“Noona,” San’s voice, tinged with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, echoes through the mostly empty room as he calls you from behind the door of the changing area. “I might need help wearing this… Whatever this is?”

A knowing chuckle escapes your lips at the confusion in his voice.

“Just a moment, Sannie,” you call out, absentmindedly brushing off the imaginary dust from Yunho’s outfit. With a mischievous grin, you make the taller male twirl around so that you can double-check the fit one last time.

Yunho's eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you deliberately take your time with his outfit. “What have you given him, noona? He has never sounded this bewildered before,” his voice carries a playful curiosity.

The corner of your lip quirks up into a sly smile, and you wink at him, “You’ll find out soon enough. Now sit down somewhere while you wait for Jiyeon to help you with your mic pack. And, please don’t mess around with the gloves too much, they’re delicate.”

“Yes ma'am,” Yunho gives you a salute and plops next to Mingi, who’s taking a nap on the couch.

You knock on the door of the small room—calling it a room is quite generous of you, for it is barely big enough to be a closet. San is on the other side, and he cracks open the door a smidge, peeking from behind it. When he sees you, he pushes the door wider for you to step in.

The first thing you see when you enter is the male’s adorable pout. San is sporting the jacket he’s supposed to wear alright, but he is holding out the belt that goes with it, seemingly unaware of its use.

“Why do I even need a belt? And isn’t it too small for my waist?” He questions, his brows furrowing in confusion. His innocent curiosity causes you to let out an involuntary laugh.

“Noona!” He protests with a playful whine, his pout deepening, and you chuckle again, shaking your head at him affectionately. “Why are you making fun of me like this?”

With the belt firmly in place, you look at San with a playful glint in your eyes. “Can you do a twirl for me, Sannie?”

“I promise I’m not teasing, honey. Your expression is hilarious; now, if you don’t mind, would you turn around, for me please?” You smile, gently taking the belt from San’s hands.

You begin to secure the ends on the sides of his jacket, tugging it once to check its stability. As you work on his outfit, one of your hands brushes the younger male’s back, and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches nor do you miss the faint shiver that courses through him in response to the unexpected touch.

He clears his throat, and with a breathy ’yes,’ San obligingly turns around, granting you full access to inspect his outfit. You smile proudly as you assess your handiwork, happy that the outfits you’ve chosen for everyone are nothing short of amazing. This stage outfit, in particular, succeeds in bringing out the hard edges of San’s on-stage persona while complimenting his inherent gentleness.

“You look perfect, now all that’s left is for you to get your mic pack connected, and you’ll be all set for the show,” you say, your smile brimming with enthusiasm. However, you can’t resist adding a touch of playful admonishment as you glare at him, “And for heaven’s sake, don’t treat the belt with the same energy you handle your mics. This is the only one, and I will not repair it for you if you come back with it ripped.”

A mischievous grin creeps across San's face as he observes you. “You look so cute trying to threaten me, like a cute, angry kitten,” he muses before leaning down in an unexpected move to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“San,” you protest softly as his kisses become more intense, attempting to halfheartedly push him away. You don’t want to risk ruining the outfit you had put so much effort into.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my partner just because it can ruin my outfit?” He speaks against your lips, his tone teasing. San's hands find their way to the exposed sliver of your back that is peeking through the crop top you’re wearing today, leaving you momentarily breathless.

“I can't have that, not when you're about to ruin all of my hard work,” you reply shakily when he pulls away for a brief moment to roll his eyes at you, only to swoop in for yet another passionate kiss. His hands travel downward, drawing you nearer with an abrupt pull, and you whine against his mouth when you feel his clothed length pressed against yourself.

“I promise to be careful,” he assures you with a wicked grin that sends shivers down your spine.

He makes quick work and rids you of your crop top, your lips detaching for a moment. As you glace at him, you can see how much you’ve affected San. Gone is your sweet Sannie, and in his place is the demon you usually see on stage, his pupils blown wide as his chest rises and falls to make up for the lack of oxygen.

In the blink of an aye, he bends down and lifts you up by your thighs, positioning your legs around his waist. Your own hands find firm purchase against his broad shoulders, as you try to keep yourself steady as San begins to carry you.

You’re so preoccupied with tasting his mouth and biting playfully at his lips that you let out a gasp when you feel your back pressed against the cold surface of the mirror. San doesn’t waste this opportunity to deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

Once he's sure that you won’t slip from your position against the mirror, his hand leaves your thigh and he chooses to gently caress your chest through the fabric of your crop top. San eagerly swallows your whine and you feel him smirk against your lips, causing you to nip at his lips in retaliation.

San licks his lips, leaving you so dazed that before you can even comprehend what’s happening, his deft hands have removed your bra, sending it carelessly flying behind himself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he takes one of your pebbled nipples in his mouth, his tongue tracing tantalizing circles around your sensitive bud, while his hand eagerly pinches the other. Your back arches due to the pleasure coursing through you, giving him all the access he wants.

San’s skillful ministrations elicit the sweetest of whimpers out of you, prompting him to let go of your breasts with a pop, his finger coming to tenderly press over your parted lips. “Hush, darling,” he admonishes, his voice low and tinged with a possessive growl. His eyes darken even further when he notices your fucked out expression. A wicked smirk dances at the edges of his lips as he speaks, “Don’t be so loud. I don’t want others hearing the delectable sounds you make. They’re just for me to hear.”

His smirk borders evil when he sits you down on the table and sinks to his knees, his warm palms gentle but firm as he encourages you to part your trembling thighs for him. You offer mild resistance, torn between pleasure and a vague worry that his fervor might ruin his outfit. You don’t have time for that.

“Sweetheart… please,” your lover implores, voice soft and earnest. With his chin rested against your knees, he gazes up at you with an endearing vulnerability. “I promised that I would be careful; we don’t have much time till I have to go out,” he reminds you.

With a sigh, you relent, giving him a nod of approval. “Alright, just be careful,” you tell him, parting your legs to grant him access. A smile plays on his lips as he leans in, placing tender kisses along the inner curve of your thigh. Your breath hitches when his fingers glide over your clothed folds, igniting a warmth in you.

You muffle your whimper against your palm when San slides off your skirt deftly, taking your panties off in the same swoop. “You’re always so beautiful for me,” he murmurs, letting one palm slide up from your knee to give your thigh a gentle, appreciative squeeze.

His touch sends shivers down your spine as he runs his fingers over you, parting your delicate folds. A content hum escapes San’s lips when he feels your arousal coating his fingertips. “Already so wet for me?” He teases, adding a bit more pressure, causing you to hiss appreciatively.

San starts a deliberate, rhythmic motion, sliding his fingers in and out while curling them inside you. You gasp, clutching onto his shoulder for support as he watches you squirm beneath his watchful gaze. You can feel the tips of his fingers grafting your sweet spot, adding to your pleasure. But just as you’re on the precipice of release, he withdraws, never breaking eye contact with you. With sensual deliberation, he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean while emitting a throaty hum at the taste.

You struggle to stifle any sounds that might betray your pleasure, your hand reaching out for him. “C’mere, I want you,” you purr, your voice laced with desire. “Just… Take off your pants, please. I don’t want to ruin them before you go on stage.”

San mumbles something along the lines of ‘damn the pants’ but proceeds to remove them, and gently places them on the ground. You lick your lips when you see that the head of his member is already leaking with precum. He locks eyes with you, his gaze heavy-lidded with desire as he draws closer to you. When your nails lightly grazed his bare back, he lets out a hiss of pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Is that why you always give me backless outfits to wear?” He questions with a low, throaty growl, “You sly, cunning vixen.”

Your shiver in anticipation as you feel his touch, warm and intimate, igniting a fiery desire within. He tenderly rubs against your wetness, and your breath hitches in anticipation. Both of your moans are smothered by the urgency of your lips meeting in a fervent, needy kiss as his head gently slides into your core.

As he pushes deeper, the world seems to blur around you as your senses are consumed by the intoxicating feeling of San’s member moving against your walls. A shuddering sigh escapes your lips as he stills once he is fully sheathed, allowing you a moment to get used to the intense sensation, both of you immersed in the electric intimacy of the moment.

You grind against him, pressing your body closer, wordlessly urging him to continue. San takes a deep, steadying breath and withdraws, only to slide back inside you. The angle is so perfect that you have to bite down on your lips to stifle the passionate moans threatening to escape. He, too, buries his face into the crook of your neck, sucking on the tender flesh, leaving marks you’re sure you will have to cover up.

“Yes, Sannie, please, you feel so good,” A seductive, breathy plea, escapes your lips. You feel, rather than see, his wolfish grin against your skin. In response, you clench your muscles, causing a deep, throaty groan to tumble from his lips.

“Shh, my love,” you whisper, a cautionary tone in your voice as your fingernails trace a tantalising path down his scalp. “We wouldn't want everyone to catch wind of our little secret, now, would we?”

In response, he shakes his head, voice reduced to a choked, “No, noona.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you purr, a sultry smile playing at your lips. San preens at your praise, and you spread your legs further apart in an attempt to bring him closer to you. Sensing that you’re close, he lets go of your thigh, and his hands blaze a fiery trail down your stomach to rub teasingly at your clit.

Stimulated by his fingers, you’re unable to hold off any longer. You come against him, your walls clenching and unclenching against his cock. You ride your high as he maintains a relentless pace, each powerful thrust pushing him closer to his own peak while ensuring your climax soared even higher. 

“Fuck, you are so tight,” His voice is a husky whisper in your ear. “You’re so good for me, noona.”

It doesn’t take him long to reach his own high, and with a few more fervent thrusts, he’s spilling inside you. San’s head rolls forwards against your shoulder, and his mouth opens in fucked out bliss.

Slowly he lets himself lean into your body, the pleasure leaving his body weak. He smiles radiantly when you kiss his cheek and nuzzles his nose into your own in an affectionate gesture that reminds you of a kitten. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, just basking in each other’s presence.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as San withdraws from you, leaving you acutely aware of his warmth. You can feel his release, mingled with your own, trickle down, and you watch in stillness as San reaches for a few wet tissues to clean himself before helping you tidy up.

His lips press against your forehead, and the two of you hurriedly begin dressing up, the urgency of the moment settling upon you. It dawns on you that it won’t be long before someone will call for San, reminding you both of the demands of the world looming over you.

As you swiftly assist him with his outfit, making a few final adjustments with nimble fingers, you complete your task in the nick of time. The very next second, a knock echoes through the room, and Hongjoong’s voice filters in, signaling that San is needed as they are supposed to get ready for standby.

[capobegone]

My Thoughts on the Swordsmith Village Movie!

Alright y’all, this goes without saying, but I’ll announce it anyway:

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE KNY MOVIE. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT PROCEED. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS.

Anyway. Now that that’s said and done, let’s begin! Here are my favorite parts, in no particular order.

-GOTOU. GOTOU THE KAKUSHI. He’s always been my favorite background character; he only shows up a few times but somehow he is around SO MUCH for the key events in Tanjiro’s journey. His abdominal breathing to scream for the butterfly girls was fantastic because a) abdominal breathing really is effective to project, from a vocalist’s standpoint, and b) it goes to show that even if he can’t wield a sword or use a breath technique, he still understands the importance of proper breath support! Good for you, Gotou-san!

-My theater’s audience laughed the most at Inosuke hanging from the ceiling. That was a hit. I already knew it was gonna happen but I was laughing too because I was just so giddy!! They also really enjoyed the scenes of Tengen’s wives arguing while he’s dying of poisoning. A classic.

-ZENITSU IN HIS LITTLE SCARF. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.

-But seriously, I enjoyed the scene of Zenitsu with the other slayers and Gotou with his Kakushi friend. It gives us a rare glimpse into daily corps life when one is not fighting extremely important battles against upper moons.

-They recapped bits from the previous episode in the beginning of the swordsmith village arc, so we got to watch poor Kagaya choking and gagging on his own blood TWICE, BACK TO BACK. Which, as much as I love him dearly and felt awful for him, it was kinda funny. Side-note, Amane is a GOAT for sticking with him and taking care of him during all of this. She’s a queen through and through.

-Mitsuri. Oh, Mitsuri, the love of my life. I want to kiss her little face. Her voice actor is so wonderful!! Watching her play with Nezuko and easily pick her up and hold her hand was so heartwarming!! Her little song about dinner made my heart sing too!! The little sparkle edits whenever she got excited!! Mitsuri-chan, please be my wife. Just, uh, don’t tell Obanai.

-Also, the hot spring scene?? Hello?? I had seen the leaks, but they didn’t do it justice. I was not expecting them to fully show her entire butt. With both cheeks. I was gripping the seat for dear life so I didn’t screech out loud. Ufotable really went for it with the Mitsuri fanservice, and as much as my feminist side wants to disagree with this, I am unfortunately too gay to care. I shamelessly enjoyed every second of it.

-Speaking of hot springs, the crow noise that Tanjiro made when he jumped in took me OUT. And baby Nezuko swimming by was SO CUTE I CAN’T TAKE IT. UGH. 

-AND ALSO: GENYA!! I LOVE GENYA!! I’m so so excited to see more of him! The talk Tanjiro and Mitsuri had about his relationship with Sanemi made me sad, but then them worrying about him not eating enough and going to bring him some rice balls made it okay again.

-Speaking of which… why was Genya skipping his meals? Was he just avoiding Tanjiro and Mitsuri? Did he bring his own food like they hypothesized? Was his tummy messed up from eating demon, like Gyoumei always worried it would be? Seeing as he still had fangs, it had probably happened recently, and if demons can’t eat human food…am I over analyzing? I think I’m over analyzing.

-The snapping of Gyutaro breaking Tanjiro’s fingers in surround sound made the woman next to me physically recoil. Girl, same. Shit was nasty.

-NEZUKO SLITHERING AROUND UNDER THE TABLE LMAOO

-The little tease of Muichiro at the end. Come on man, I want MORE!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!

-The entire upper moon meeting. Wow. The animation was insane. Good lord, the infinity castle was wonderfully confusing! It was a little overwhelming with all the flashes and transitions, but it helped that Akaza was in just as much of a state of sensory overload as the rest of us. Man did NOT want Douma touching him on top of everything else that was rubbing his temper the wrong way, and Douma could not have given less of a damn. But wow, did they make Douma such a funny little dude!! Crawling all over the floor and flashing peace signs and such. How wonderful. The scene of Nakime immediately shutting him down was glorious.

-Not sure if I’m the hugest fan of the way they just. Blipped out? I guess I always imagined Nakime would make them doors to go in and out of the infinity castle, so it felt a liiiiittle underwhelming. But, of course, that’s just me.

-Akaza falling was sick as hell. I just know he thought he was super cool. Which…yeah, he totally was. What can I say, I love him. Akaza punching off Douma’s face only to immediately get in trouble with Kokushibo? *chef’s kiss*

-But…the credits. They left in all of the credits, which was just a teeny bit awkward. I was just sitting there staring at them (I cannot read Japanese and I saw it subbed) and anxious out of my MIND to see swordsmith village! (Which, the village itself looked gorgeous, by the way!) Still, I think it was absolutely worth the wait. 

Overall, it was just such a fun experience!! I’ve never been to a movie on my own before, and I’m so glad this was the first one. It was so, so epic and I enjoyed myself thoroughly! Planning on going to see it again with my sister when she’s back in town. Easy 10/10 for me, because I just adored every moment with every character!! If you haven’t seen it yet, I encourage you to do so! :D

[bleach-your-panties]

❄️New post! Sincember Event❄️❄️

❄️Rating: Fluff and Suggestive 🍥🍭

Izuru didn't have a lot of confidence. Especially when it came to talking to women. Well, one woman in particular: you.

So, for the past two years during the Christmas season you had received cards with short poems in them. 

Here you were, the third Christmas in a row, holding a first of what you were certain would be a series of Christmas cards from the mysterious poet.

Snow falling all around  A blanket of pure white bliss  Compared to you, null

A smile covered your face as your cheeks darkened. The poems always flattered you in one way or another, whether it was your smile, hair, or body.

You tucked the beautifully decorated card into your shihakusho and continued on to your private living quarters. It was indeed snowing outside, and you wanted to get inside before you ended up buried underneath it.

"Ah, home sweet home." You sighed once you'd closed the door behind you.

A bath, warm tea, and a book sounded like a great relief for your tired, aching body right about now.

—-

You now sat upon your bed in your sleeping robes, drinking your cup of tea with your hair wrapped up.

When your tea cup was empty, you set it on your nightstand and peeled back your covers, ready to dive into their warmth, when you saw another card.

"Huh? How did this get into my bed?" You questioned out loud, plucking the card from its safe space in between your pillows. Opening it, you began to read its short message. 

Now I must confess Meet me at the training grounds Reserved for squad three

Squad three's training grounds? You're a member of squad three, so for your admirer to be a member as well was a bit shocking to you. Along with how they had obtained access to your living space. 

So, tomorrow you would set out to meet this person that adores you so.

—- 

"Well, I'm here. Let's see if anyone shows up." You stood just off to the side of the large, bare area, hands shoved into the pockets of your shihakusho.

A few moments went by when you saw a figure approaching from the distance. They were fairly tall and slim, with pale blonde hair and, oh my stars-

It's Lieutenant Kira! What was he doing out here? He couldn't be your admirer...could he?

He was getting closer and closer now, obviously heading in your direction. 

Your cheeks burned when he finally stood in front of you; wow, how were you just now noticing how handsome he actually is?

"Hello, (l/n)-san. I'm glad that you decided to come despite not knowing who it was." 

You nodded before speaking up, trying to keep your voice from shaking in nervousness. 

His voice was deep and smooth, and extremely attractive… almost sensual.

"So..um, why did you wait so long to reveal yourself. It's been almost three years." 

He looked a little embarrassed by your question, opting to look off to the side, which is when you noticed his cheeks were tinged pink.

"I, well...I was afraid. I didn't want to face the possibility of rejection, but seeing you everyday on patrol, or just strolling by my office, I couldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer."

You smiled inwardly; it was really cute that he was so shy with you. 

"I really like the poems you sent me. I've kept all of them over the years." That made him brighten a little more, a nervous smile coming over his face. 

"You don't know how happy it makes me to hear that, (y/n)." 

—-

The two of you ended up back in your quarters where you'd invited him for some tea.

"Thank you, it smells delicious." 

You sat opposite of him with your teacup and folded your legs underneath you. 

"I'm just so surprised that you were sending me notes, I'm sorry." You blushed when Izuru looked up and caught you looking at him. His blue eyes sparkled in the soft glowing light of the lamp, making your heart drop into your feet. 

"Lieutenant Kira?" 

"Izuru."

You weren't expecting that, but you liked where this was going. 

"Izuru. What made me pique your interest?” You asked with your knuckles folded underneath your chin.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I-I'm sorry?” 

You had to admit, he'd caught you off guard with that one. 

“Sorry for being so forward, but you're really beautiful. Like-” 

“The falling snow.” You smiled, referring to the message on the first card that he'd sent you today.

The rosy hue of Izuru's cheeks intensified further when you actually began shifting closer to him. Warm palms rested on either of his knees as you crawled between his legs.

“Ah…l/n-san…y-you don't have to if you don't want to…” He stuttered bashfully.

Sky blue eyes roamed over your face - the shine of your bottom lip, wet with droplets of tea; the apples of your cheeks deeply flushed.

Are you…excited at the prospect of kissing him?

He would soon have his answer as you fully leaned your upper body into his lap and pressed the swell of your breasts against his chest.

Your tongue flickered out to lick at his lower lip and Izuru felt his dick beginning to harden and press against your clothed center.

“Someone's eager, hm, Lieutenant Izuru Kira? You've waited for me for three years now, let's not wait any longer, shall we?”

[mimiruku]

MIMI X TAKESHI:

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

█  𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆,  out of elation.

PAIRING : Yamamoto, Takeshi × Osashima, Miruku (oc) CONTENT WARNING : canon / oc relationship, established relationship, just pure fluff, love rivalry, Is chiyo-chan a cw? hahaha would they, won't they? are they flirting ? SETTING : Highschool.

╰┈➤  You are always so generous with your compliments even though you know full well writing is not my forte, but whatever we move forward etc.

The cluttering noise of cheering mutes his attention, dulls his awareness of the heated venture between two baseball teams fighting for their rightful place ⸻ it's hard to focus on anything when it's so loud, Chiyo's excited yelling ' Takeshi - kun! Takeshi -kun ! ' echoes along with the rest of the choir that seems to love only him, but ever so briefly, when Miruku catches a glimpse of him amongst the busy litter of players, he too would be appreciative. Takeshi has a wonderful smile, doused sunny and warm and sweet, you'd have wanted to kiss him if only so to feel the beam of sunlight twinkling in your lips too. How nice, he thinks, closes his eyes and tries to settle into the happy clamoring.

" We won! " Chiyo exclaimed, toffee eyes sparkling excited. " Oh! Did we? What happened? " Miruku asked, his voice smothered with the crowd's billowing cheers, he is almost too hushed for the girl to hear, but she has and her face contorted in disgust and apprehension, you think playing dumb will make you look cute ? " You know what ? How were you even a baseball manager if you don't know this much? " She mocked, Miruku laughed, the insult sliding off too quickly for him to catch. " Ah ! I'm bad at following instructions, the coach tried to explain it to me but — " swiftly, Chiyo cuts him off, eyes rolling uninterested " Didn't ask, probably why you got kicked out anyway! " Miruku paused, gasped. " Wait that makes sense actually !" And Chiyo could only scowl, her annoyance dampening what had initially been a good mood ; really , she didn't understand, why Osashima was here when he does nothing of particular value, or rather only gets in the way.

" Coach. Coach. Coach. " Miruku tolls, soft tone evenness retained in spite of his pestering. Eventually ⸻ the elderly man glances towards his general direction, a proud smile etched across his aged face. " Osashima-san, I think a celebration would be in order. " He says, the girl behind them scurrying closer, she likes the sound of that ! The joy in her face resurfacing. " Yes, we do! Coach Abe! " She cheered. " A barbeque place! I know a good one. " She suggested, Miruku hesitated then. " Oh, uh! wait, wait, maybe the TakeSushi again? Uncle would like to see you and the team, I think? " Chiyo pouts, Sushi again ? Well, if she gets to meet Takeshi's dad then . . . Wait ? Uncle ?

" That's right, maybe we can do the Barbeque next time, Chiyo-san ? " The old man smiles, worried lines littering his face, but Chiyo is no longer paying attention, offense and annoyance now blistering red. Uncle? Did he just call Takeshi's dad uncle ?!

She turns to confront Miruku, but just as she opens her mouth, the other is plucked off the ground, body going rigid and then slackening entirely in defeat. ⸻ Chiyo could almost feel sorry for him, almost felt a spike of worry when Miruku's face dropped - a passing fear reaching his eyes if only for a second, but the perpetrator that so haphazardly carries him off is the boy that caught her heart, the one she loves most of all. " Takeshi-kun! put her down! " She yells in a panic, Takeshi laughs, chose to impair his hearing in that moment, still her discomfort is plastered painful and patent across Chiyo's face, bitterness quick to spread along the confines of her chest and into her heart - she thinks, truly, she could never, ever forgive Osashima Miruku and his trifling ways.

The team follows, loud and excited and towards Chiyo's direction. Osamu, the captain in particular, earnestly tries to catch the girl's attention but to no avail. Highschool romances are troublesome at most, a pungent and sweet fruit that might not be worth the trouble. How painful.

" Did you see? " Takeshi hums his words, puppy dog proud, almost aching for a compliment. He maneuvers his hold on Miruku so he would have been seated in his forearm, rocking him back and forth ever so thoughtlessly. " You did great! " Miruku replies, allows himself to find comfort in his grasped, the shyness that rippled beneath his skin concealed enough along the tapestry of his smile and the intimacy he is willing to give to a friend of a friend's. — ( Momina's friend, not his. Tsunayoshi's friend, not his. Chiyo's love, not his. Not his yet. ) " You look like you were having fun too." Miruku goes on, a hand on his shoulder, the other plucking the hat atop his head. " I did " He replies, his grin faltering ever so timid when Miruku takes it upon himself to run his hand along the messy mop of his hair. " Gross, you're soggy. " He laughs, " Sorry. " He apologized, that sudden fleeting feeling of wanting to squeeze Miruku tight bubbling in the pit of his stomach, threatening to surge . Takeshi ignores it.

But ⸻ but ⸻ Miruku's hand makes way, idling soft along his face, thumb running circles ; like he had mattered, adored and when Miruku smiles, eyes fluttering somewhere heedless and satisfied, something in him runs amuck.

Abruptly, Takeshi's head moves forward, tip of their nose meeting, almost finding his lips on his, but just as abruptly he jerks backwards, a hasty jagged movement that makes Miruku yelp ever so quietly. " Woah sorry, sorry! " His apology came equally hurried and while puzzled, Miruku says nothing of it.

⸻ " You know?" He began, move painlessly towards him, press his forehead upon his forehead and laugh soft under his breath. "It's fine with me, whatever you do." Miruku makes no attempt to elaborate & the knot in Takeshi's guts flips once over unsure if the buzz of the game is to blame for the gleaming static rushing through him. " You know. " He imitates, " You shouldn't say things you don't mean." But he is bright eyed, flustered peachy pink, a sweet looking fruit. Miruku thinks, Takeshi looks like a sweet looking fruit.

I'm too lazy to make properly write a paragraphs for this bit, but just know that the baseball team and the coach is feeling uncomfortable right now. Chiyo is just foaming because of love rivalry, but i believe in her good girl redemption.

[alishamaybe]

Vignettes

Rating: Gen

Summary: Snapshots of Yamayachi's life, from crushes to marriage.

[Tags: Slice of life, dialogue-heavy]

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Vignette #1: Captain & Manager

The whistle blew. “Five-minute break!” Coach Ukai announced. Letting out ragged sighs of relief, the Karasuno players dragged themselves over to the sides of the gym. Kei and Yamaguchi immediately sat down and grabbed their bottles. While Kei took his time sipping, Yamaguchi turned his head up and squirted whole mouthfuls of water before springing back up onto his feet. Kei watched him stride over to Yachi.

Yachi passed her notebook to Yamaguchi. Turning each page carefully, he scanned them and made comments on their teammates’ development. “Wow, Yaotome’s progress is looking great!”

“If he keeps going with this rate of improvement, I think he’ll become even better than Nishinoya-san!”

Yachi and Yamaguchi were close enough to Kei that he could hear them without having to try.

“It’s amazing how detailed your notes are,” Yamaguchi said. “You know, I probably should at this point, especially as captain…but I still don’t really know how to do all these stats things. Thank you.”

Yachi laughed. “That’s what I’m here for!”

Smiling, Yamaguchi gently closed the book and held it out towards her. “I’m glad,” he said, looking towards his feet.

She took it—actually, it was more like snatched it—before hurrying away towards their manager-in-training, Morohoshi-san.

Kei checked the clock, took one last gulp of water and just sat in silence for the remainder of the break. (Well, he wished he could sit in silence, but certain people were making a huge racket. As usual.) It seemed like each time Yamaguchi spoke to—or spoke about—Yachi, his eyes sparkled more. Kei wondered if he should tell Yamaguchi that.

"Tch." Though Kei made that sound in embarrassment, he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his mouth.

° ° °

Hitoka hugged her notebook and kept her head down as she headed towards Miji-chan. She barely heard the whistle when it blew again or Coach Ukai yelling "Break's over!" in his rough voice, but through muscle memory, she got into position for the next activity. And she definitely avoided looking in Yamaguchi’s direction while doing so.

“Hitoka-senpai?” Miji-chan said, trotting after Hitoka. “Are you OK?”

“Yamaguchi…said…” Hitoka whispered, warmth creeping up into her face.

“Hmm? Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Miji-chan said, this time using a louder voice.

“Huh?” Hitoka whipped her head round to find her assistant towering over her. Despite being two years younger, Miji-chan was much taller. “Oh! Y-yes, I’m OK.”    

“Really? Your face looks red.”

“Huh?!” Hitoka pressed a hand to her cheek. It felt even warmer now that Miji-chan had said that.

“Ah…I know.” Grinning, Miji-chan leaned closer and shielded her mouth with one hand. “You like Yamaguchi-senpai. Right?”

Hitoka slid her hand over her mouth. Miji-chan giggled.

At the sound of the whistle, the next practice match started. “Bring it on!” Hinata screeched.

Finally getting her voice back, Hitoka whispered to Miji-chan, “Is it that obvious?”

“Well…it is to me,” Miji-chan said, flipping the scoreboard they stood next to. “Probably to some other people too.”

Hitoka shielded her face with her book. “Ah, I’m so embarrassed.”

“But what’s wrong if it’s obvious?”

Hitoka’s thoughts raced, trying to find an answer, but found nothing substantial. She thought some more.

“It might encourage Yamaguchi-senpai to confess,” Miji-chan said.

Hitoka stared at her, heart beating faster.

“I mean, if he does like you. I wouldn’t know," Miji-chan clarified. "Anyway, come on, Hitoka-senpai! You need to start keeping track of the match. Oh, and look! Yamaguchi-senpai is serving now.”

Hitoka pointed a finger at her. “Stop it.”

“OK, OK. I’ll stop,” Miji-chan said, grinning.

No matter how much she tried to force it away, one particular thought kept distracting her for the rest of this afternoon’s training. Struggling to keep up with the game, Hitoka wished she’d have taught Miji-chan more so that she could take over this time.

Yamaguchi is glad I’m here.

[makirinawa]

汝、星のごとく prologue (JPN->ENG)

I decided to translate part of a novel as practice. Even though I'm not at the level where I can always appreciate prose, I find Nagira Yu's writing very soothing and beautiful. I hope I conveyed that in the translation.

Once a month, my husband leaves to meet his lover.

Before he gets in the car he peeks into the mailbox, says something came, and hands it to me.

In the twilight of summer, I stop watering the garden momentarily and take the mail. Lost in the bills and advertisements is an envelope as thick as a book. It’s from Tokyo. There is no sender listed.

“Did you order something?”

Not in particular, I answer, and my husband nods, then gets into the car with an I’ll be back tomorrow.

Have a safe trip, I call out, then I go back to watering.

I press on the end of the hose with a finger, creating a thin film of water. The other day, the shower head broke. Oh, that’s right. I should have asked him to buy a new shower head. Should I call him? I thought, then stopped.

Until tomorrow, that man is not my husband. I adjust the angle of the hose, sending the thin film of water upwards. The glittering spray falls through the humid orange air. As I gaze at that beautiful sight, I wait for the morning star* that will shortly rise to the west in the night sky.

“The evening star —"

*

I closed my eyes, and strain my ears to hear the words left behind on my eardrums.

“It’s not getting much cooler, is it?”

I turn around to find Auntie Sakuma standing behind me. She wore a straw hat and long boots. Perhaps on her way back from working in the fields, she was pushing a wheelbarrow of vegetables in front of her. Zucchini, eggplants, pumpkins, tomatoes.

“Take what you’d like. Also, this is something gifted to me but…”

She hands over a neatly wrapped pound cake.

“If I leave it at home, my husband will eat the whole thing. I told him his blood sugar is too high, but he wouldn’t listen. Akimi, everyone in your house is young, so you don’t have to worry about those kinds of things.”

As we talk, Yuu-chan’s grass-green kei car pulls into the garden.

“Good morning, Auntie!”

After saying her greetings, Yuu-chan turns to me.

“I passed dad’s car earlier.”

“Tonight’s Imabari.”

“Oh, right. Dinner for the two of us is enough then. Oh, auntie, I’ll take these. Thank you for the gift.”

Bowing to Sakuma-san, she takes the basket of vegetables into the house.

“Are you alright?”

From under the brim of her straw hat, Sakuma-san casts a worried glance at me.

“Being a married couple isn’t always easy. Cheer up!”

“Don’t worry, I’m plenty happy.”

“Ah, well. You’ve always been like that, Akemi-chan.”

Sakuma-san looks a bit disappointed, then leaves pushing her wheelbarrow ahead of her.

I finished watering, then I carried the mail in my hand back to my workshop. Tonight, Yuu-chan is making dinner so I can work a little more. I sit by the window, and pick up my current livelihood: crochet. I thread a needle specialized for Haute Couture work, different from a regular embroidery needle, with a beaded string. Into cloth that evokes the night sky, I prick sparkling Swarovski crystals into a pattern. Delicately, quickly, precisely, the needle moves while my own existence fades into the background. Little by little, I feel that I am merging with the beautiful creation that emerges, and before I know it some time has passed me by.

But today I can’t seem to focus, and I leave the office carrying the mail I left on the table.

While heading toward the genkan, I hear Yuu-chan’s voice.

“Because dad isn’t here today. Yeah, he’s visiting the other woman in Imabari.”

“You guys are really something. Officially-approved cheating is so weird.”

Apparently the conversation is on speaker, so I can hear the sound of Yuu-chan’s friend’s voice. It mixes with the rhythmic chop, chop, chop of a kitchen knife cutting something. The delicious smell of garlic.

“I’m used to it now.”

“That’s what I’m saying is weird!”

Turning my back on their conversation, I leave the house in my sandals.

In the still-light twilight of August, the cries of cicadas — loud enough to make the air tremble, wash over me as I walk. A little ahead of me is a general goods store, with a bench for resting. A group of housewives sits talking. We exchange only bows as I pass, and like fish from two different habitats, part ways.

“I heard Kitahara-sensei is cheating too.”

“It’s because she started it.”

“I thought Kitahara-sensei forgave her for that.”

“No way! That’s why he got a new woman.”

Gossip that is exchanged across the island. On an island like this with little to do, the apparent failures of our household become reality TV available for all to view in real-time.

At the edge of my vision, I see the silver sea illuminated by the setting sun. The ocean is calm at this time, even the sound of waves can barely be heard. As I walk along the gently undulating coastline, a two-seater bicycle comes rushing from afar. I catch a glimpse of the uniform of the high school I attended. A boy with his foot on the hub step has his hand on the shoulder of a girl pedaling the bike. They pass by my side, hair fluttering in the wind, laughter riding on the salty wind.

In the fading back of that uniform I recall the sunlit halls of my high school in the afternoon, down to the faint smell of alcohol I once caught somewhere in the crowd of school-designated white T-shirts.

Notes: In the unlikely event that you've decided to pick up this book, it can be purchased on amazon japan, among others.

*The word here is 明星: morning star, venus, or an important person

[hotarutranslations]

Koi wa Toki ni, Watashi no Dekkai Hana

Evening

Thank you very much, For the streaming on Hulu, Up until yesterday!!!

I wonder if a lot of you watched…☺️🫶🏻

Did you notice it,

After the Budoukan, I've been writing a detailed review of the spring tour, It seemed←

From the 4 songs in the 2nd half I've only talked about 3 of them in detail,

Sukatto My Heart

Utakata Saturday Night! Kimi no Kawari wa Iyashinai

I actually haven't been able to write since then🙃💫

I wonder if everyone thought that as well~~ There has been various things happening every day so I guess I just accepted it~

Um, Radio! On MoJo! Thanks to that I talked about it a ton! So I've become satisfied! lol

During the 2nd and 3rd week of June, Ishida Ayumi, Haga Akane and Kitagawa Rio are in attendance, Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~ Please absolutely listen☺️🫶🏻

Also there is streaming after, I definitely want you to listen!!! To the class meeting!!!

The Class Meeting is from here

I read the description on the site again and was surprised, in addition to the radio show that is sent out on Saturdays late at night, they also send out class meetings that can only be heard there (around 5 minutes)! Its just, eh, was I bought to those 5 minutes lolol I always talk a ton lolol

Its also edited for airing, I'm very grateful for this but🫶🏻🤍

Since we talk even moreeeee in the class meeting,

Please look forward to, this week and next weeks broadcast🫶🏻🤍

I will write about what I couldn't talk about,

on the radio about the tour✍🏻

There were 2 patterns, With this tours unit songs as well

Koi wa Toki ni (Ikuta Erina Ishida Ayumi Nonaka Miki)

Watashi no Dekkai Hana (Yokoyama Reina Makino Maria Ishida Ayumi)

These units🪽

I like the warmth of "Koi wa Toki ni", But it is really sad, I like that its sparkling, but also heartrending

During the live, although I was particularly aware of like, The strength of it! The coolness of it! Being particular about it! I think I was singing this song with my honest self😌🤍

When I listen to the CD from that time, My voice is completely different…

I don't know if thats a good or bad thing but,

I can only send out who I am now, In my own way!

Also, "Watashi no Dekkai Hana"

I honestly didn't think, That I would be able to perform this during a tour again, I'm really…happy about that…

.🫶🏻

Its a coupling song to Help me!!, It was a song with Tanaka Reina-san and Iikubo Haruna-chan It was Ishida's first time rapping, and also recording it for a song

I have deep memories of this song🩵💛💙 I sang it with the 10th generation as well💛💙💚‪🧡‬‪

Its amazing!

When we played this song for this time during rehearsals! I got goosebumps!

First off, the nuance of Maria, Its nuance I've heard many times, and my ears are accustomed to it in the same way,

I guess I've listened to it a ton..✨️

The feeling of the softness and warmth, Even though it was the first time, it felt nostalgic

But apart from that, Its not like I was saying, it resembles it amazingly!⚠️ I am about about Maria's interpretation of it.. Thats what I'm saying

Reina-chan's presence, is like the flower that the song represents, Therefore I was thinking, its like within that its as if the song is happy✨

WIth all our might, singing the song with that smile,

There were also times, where I was looking at Reina-chan beside me and not the audience! lol

Its kinda, I'm really glad for that view✨

During the Tour MC, Akanechin and Yoko,

Before joining, they were just fans! They called her Oda-chan! They called her Reina (Tanaka)!

Like, there was a time where we got excited, just liking Morning Musume😂👏🏻

With these girls, in particular, being able to sing such songs that are important to me and I have deep memories of like Watashi no Dekkai Hana, I'm realllyyyyy happy about that

Since we didn't perform it at Budoukan, Its a shame it was shown on the stream,

If, like how the sound source of Fukumura-san's Gradcon is on streaming now, if it becomes like that? For the Budoukan as well? I'll be really disappointed if it doesn't make it into the sound source

Singing the song with the 2 of them, I feel like I want to put that in a treasure chest

.🫶🏻

The summer Hello! Project concert, has been decided!

Thank you very much🫶🏻

see you ayumin <3

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jade Leech Dorm Uniform Personal Story: Part 2

"Please place your foot here."

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]

Vil: Finally, we've made it back to the dormitory.

Jade: We've returned.

Rook: Welcome home, Vil! The moment you stepped food in this dorm, it feels as though the sparkle in the air increased.

Rook: Welcome back to you as well, Jade-kun. I'm sure you were able to understand just how wonderful a model Vil is just by accompanying him for a day.

Jade: Indeed. He attends training in the morning, writes articles during his breaks, models for photoshoots after classes…

Jade: And in addition to all of that, he balances the duties of a Dorm Leader. I am thoroughly impressed.

Vil: When it comes from someone like you who was able to perfectly handle their duties from their very first day here, those words sound rather sarcastic.

Vil: He was able to quickly familiarize himself with even the most difficult industry personalities, and his support during the photoshoot was perfect. He works much better than I was expecting.

Rook: It must have been more than satisfactory for Vil to say as much. Well done, Jade-kun!

[knock, knock]

Azul: Good evening. Is Vil-san presen… Oh, if it isn't Jade.

Jade: Azul…

Vil: What business does the Octavinelle Dorm Leader have with Pomefiore? Curious as to how your former Vice Dorm Leader is faring?

Azul: Not at all, I have only come to provide you with the documents for the Dorm Leader's meeting the day after tomorrow. It was a request from the Headmaster, whom I had only bumped into by chance.

Azul: …However, I am quite relieved to see that Jade is doing well.

Azul: I could hear your lively voices through the door.

Azul: Both Floyd and I were worried for you, you know? We were hoping that you were getting along with another dormitory.

Jade: There was no need for your concern. My time here in Pomefiore has been quite fulfilling.

Rook: This is… an amazing duel. My excitement is rising!

Vil: …

Azul: That is good to hear. We have been doing just fine without you, so do not fret for our sake either.

Jade: I had no such concern.

Azul: Is that right?

Azul: …I suppose I cannot stay very long. Since I've handed over the documents, I will excuse myself.

Jade: …Goodness. He finally left.

Vil: I'm sure the two of you have much to talk about, it would have been no trouble were you to use our lounge to talk as long and as loudly as you wished.

Jade: Rather, he and I seem to have an undesirable relation that I cannot sever… There is nothing for us to talk about.

Rook: Weren't you and your brother Floyd-kun childhood friends with Azul?

Jade: I suppose. There are not as many merfolk as there are humans, after all.

Jade: It just so happened that we were classmates ever since elementary school.

Jade: …Well, when I was younger, I can't say I was aware of Azul's presence, so I do not really remember anything.

Vil: And yet somehow the three of you are now inseparable. Something must have brought you all together.

Jade: I wonder what it could be, I've completely forgotten.

Vil: I see. You've completely forgotten such an important thing, is it?

Vil: …Well, no matter. It does not change the fact that you are very useful to me.

Vil: I'll expect the same tomorrow.

Jade: Speaking of tomorrow, you seem to have been booked for a party for a jewelry brand after school, what shall we do for your attire…?

Vil: I have already decided which suit I will wear. …I haven't made a decision on my shoes yet, however.

Rook: How peculiar. It isn't like you to leave your shoes for last.

Rook: Would I be accurate to assume that there was a particular one you wished to procure but was unsuccessful…?

Vil: As always, you seem to have a keen eye when it comes to me and my thoughts...

Vil: The mirror heels made by the shoe company Ténèbres… An illusive pair of shoes that is said to reflect the beauty of those who wear it!

Vil: I wanted to wear these mirror heels to the party tomorrow, however… Unfortunately, I was unable to get my hands on them.

Rook: I'm sure you such a well-known model such as yourself would have had many possible contacts to go through.

Vil: The Ténèbres designer will only sell their shoes to those who they deem "worthy" of their brand.

Vil: Furthermore, the designer almost rarely appears in public, to the point where their whole existence is akin to a myth. There aren't many opportunities to make contact with them.

Vil: It is never on the market, which is why it is known as the illusive shoes.

Vil: This time around, I was too late to snag them, but next time…

Jade: I was able to procure the mirror heels that you desired.

Vil: …What did you just say?

Jade: These are the shoes, yes?

Vil: This elegant form, that branding on the insole, and these heels that shine as if made of mirrors…

Vil: I cannot believe this… This is really the mirror heels.

Rook: Très bien! What a beautifully crimson pair of shoes.

Vil: When did you… No, rather, how did you know that I had wanted these shoes?

Jade: You had placed a note on an article in a fashion magazine published by that designer.

Jade: It was rather unusual for you to do so, therefore it stuck with me.

Vil: Even so, I'm amazed you got your hands on a pair.

Jade: I have a few contacts of my own …Fufufu. At any rate, please try them on.

Jade: Pardon me. Please place your foot here.

Vil: …It fits perfectly.

Jade: How wonderfully it suits you.

Rook: Splendid! Not only does it complement Vil's slender legs…

Rook: The exquisite height of the heels accentuates his calf line!

Rook: How wonderfully splendid! You are beautiful, Vil!!

Vil: Well done, Jade.

Jade: I am honored that you are pleased.

Vil: …This only makes me wish to test further just how well you can meet all my expectations.

Vil: I'd like an appointment for a calf massage in preparation for tomorrow's photoshoot.

Jade: Of course. I've booked a reservation for today at the spa you frequent.

Vil: I'll need to memorize the names of all those who will attend the party. It would not do to be rude to anyone, don't you think?

Jade: I am putting together a list of names. I will also memorize their names, so you may call for me anytime. I will discreetly remind you.

Vil: I want to change my makeup to match my shoes. I believe the new lipstick from Felicity Cosmetics will do nicely.

Jade: Of course, I had thought you'd say as much, so I've ordered it. It should arrive soon.

Vil: …I am thirsty!

Jade: I've chilled a drink for you.

Jade: It is a beauty health drink that is flavorful and is rich with collagen that has become quite popular on campus.

Vil: I need to take…

Jade: Shall I take a photo? It is almost time to update your Magicam account.

Jade: "Taking a break with #MyFavoriteBeautyHealthDrink"… Is how I will frame the post. Please, leave it to me.

Vil: There is no stopping you, almost to the point of annoyance… You really are an enigma.

(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)

[eatyourchancletas]

SUMMARY |  y/n l/n; the trauma surgeon who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and is taken hostage by the terrifying mafia known as ateez. despite their situations, love arises between the doctor and san; but when an enemy comes in between the group, breaking trust and belief between the members, what will san choose to save; his newfound love or his brothers?

PAIRING | choi san x male reader

INFO/CATEGORY | mafia au, fluff, light angst

WARNINGS | violence, weapon usage/mention, foul language, lower case writing

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y/n was usually called outstanding, hard-working, smart. but in reality, he was an idiot when he was outside the workforce. 

being a workaholic meant showing your skills, growing them, improving them, and practicing them constantly. sometimes it seemed to be all he knew— it’s what all the people around him saw. 

yet again, outside of it he’s quite a gullible man; which brings him to his current situation… 

“looking for something?” 

he looked away from the bandages he was previously examining to come face to face with a man that looked around his age. “not really, just restocking my clinic. or—trying to find things to restock it with.” the man nods, glancing around suspiciously, although y/n didn’t didn’t seem to take notice of this particular action. 

“this pharmacy is pretty small, but it has lots of good supplies… lots of hidden gems. want me to show you where i get my tools?”

“oh,” y/n blinked in surprise, “you’re in the medical field?”

the man made eye contact with him, managing a convincing smile. “yeah, there’s a clinic down the road from here, about fifteen minutes by foot, this is the nearest pharmacy, so we stock up from here most of the time. i work there as an assistant.”

y/n nodded, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “wow, then please! show me what you suggest.”

at the approval, the man nodded, “name’s changsik, by the way. what do you work as? i’m assuming you’re also in the medical field.”

they walked along the aisle of the cough syrups, ointments, and the few other medicines to turn and make their way to the exit door. y/n furrowed his brows, about to ask why they were exiting until changsik made another turn, walking towards the staff room. 

“your assumption is correct, i’m a surgeon…” he replied belatedly, trailing off as he stepped foot inside the room. his eyes trailed on the shelves full of unopened boxes, more prescription pills, and—bingo! the supplies he’d written down on his list. 

for a split second, the memory of san handing it to him flashes across his mind, blinking it away as he turned to changsik. “wait, how are you able to access this?”

“i’m a regular.” he glanced across at him, looking past the window. “and also the perks of having a pharmaceutical license,” a hefty laugh left his mouth, “took some convincing though.” 

“huh,” y/n squatted down, inspecting a box that was on the floor, “i guess that makes sense.”

“just put what you need in a box and take it out. i’ll just say you’re helping me take it back.” changsik smiled, watching y/n nod and do so.

after a few minutes, y/n finished and announced he was ready to check out. changsik’s eyes met one of the cctv cameras before settling on y/n. 

“alright, let’s go check out.” 

as they walked toward the front, they reached the hallway that led to the exit. just as y/n was going to walk past, toward the checkout counter, a hand forcefully grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. he looked behind him, in a startled manner, thinking changsik had just forgotten something. however, a deeper fear struck when changsik’s hand moved to clench at the back of his collar. 

“don’t make a sound.”

the second the cold blade touched the skin of y/n’s neck, the surgeon knew to stay quiet. there was a burning in his throat as he struggled to swallow, scared to trigger any abrupt movement. his frantic mind jumbled about, words of scolding placed toward himself and the situation while trying to get a grip. he thought of using the in-ear to alert jongho, but it would risk exposure of the communication device: in any case… he’d be dead by then.

“what is taking him so long?” jongho grunted, tapping his foot in impatience. it’d already been about 10 minutes since y/n entered the store—it shouldn’t take that long for a surgieron to find equipment that’s of medicinal standard!

tapping his in-ear and calling out the doctor’s name, he got no response. placing his face mask on, he rushed into the store, beckoning the cashier. “have you seen a man, about 6’3” with h/c hair?”

the cashier stared at him with a shocked look, “yes, but he went back toward the restrooms. is he dangerous?”

jongho shook his head before running toward the back of the store. he shoved against the restroom door, shouting out the older’s name as he threw open each stall door. finally admitting the fact that the older had disappeared, he tapped his in-ear once more, calling out for anyone.

“jongho, what’s going on?” hongjoong had intercepted the connection, hearing jongho’s worried voice.

the bodyguard had no time to register the primal fear that would settle itself in his bones once faced with the leader, “it’s y/n, hyung. he ran away.” 

jongho returned to the headquarters after scoping out the area once more and had just entered through the front door when he was met with the sight of the whole group. 

hongjoong was staring at him with his jaw clenched and an almost empty whiskey glass settled in his lax hand. jongho had never seen a look so severe in hongjoong’s eyes—he’d never messed up this bad. and apparently, the leader wasn’t the only one emotionally affected by his mistake, because before hongjoong could even physically express his own anger, san had snatched the glass from his hand and launched it at jongho, missing his head by less than an inch.

everyone was shocked at his silent outburst, san even going as far to ignore the immense pain in his abdomen and on his shoulder, but hongjoong simply sent the younger a look, causing him to cower back in the slightest. jongho, however, was enraged at what had just happened. what gave san, who had no superiority over him, the right to do that?

“what the fuck was that?” he had stormed over to the boy, grabbing his shirt with both fists. san didn’t back down, sticking his jaw out toward the youngest.

“how could you lose y/n?”

“i was told no matter what to avoid cameras, so i stayed outside! i didn’t exactly think the fucker would have the balls to run away!” 

everyone watched the two, eyeing when to step in and pull them apart. but hongjoong let them run their mouths. the longer someone talks, the more something is revealed. what he was looking to be revealed, he didn’t know; but something would come up.

san pushed back against jongho, “y/n hyung wouldn’t run away. he’d never do that!” 

‘oh,’ hongjoong perked in interest.

the younger scoffed, “what makes you so sure?”

san’s next words came as a bit of a shock, leaving the others with silent questions, “he promised he’d come back.”

bingo!

an awkward silence filled the room as they all stared, speechless at how hopelessly fond their brother had become for their hostage. as much as some of them hated to admit it, y/n was only a hostage to them at the end of the day. and for san to fall into a reversal stockholm syndrome of sorts was nothing short of  a disappointment. however, that couldn’t be the main focus, y/n was missing and they didn’t know how strong his resolve would be in the event of torturing.

“run us back on what happened, will you?” hongjoong told jongho, trying to get a clear picture on what went down because the first thing they needed to know was why y/n was taken, much less, who took him. was it by the same person who’d been running their mouths in the streets? 

and right in the middle of his explanation, an alarm went off on yeosang’s phone; it was a message. the others kept talking, figuring yeosang could handle whatever message he’d received. 

it was when he promptly stood up that all attention had been placed on him. 

“it’s him! it’s dongwoo!”

a soft whimper sounded as y/n was thrown to the ground, hands bound and eyes blinded by some piece of cloth.

“boss,” y/n’s kidnapper spoke in a submissive wave, causing y/n to assume the guy had straightened his spine and was saluting him in some way.

a moment later, a gruff voice broke through the eerie silence in the room, “and who is this?” his voice wasn’t angered or bewildered at all, and that’s what scared y/n. he sounded intrigued; like even he wasn’t expecting to be a part of this situation.

“someone with connections to ateez— saw that bodyguard walking around with him.” 

the other man hummed, “the bodyguard didn’t follow you, did he?”

“no, no. i found them by the pharmacy; i know the area pretty well because i do the runs for sowon— i knew the camera blindspots!” his abductor seemed to be a bit on the simpler side when it came to this “boss” of his, y/n concluded. this was a completely different personality than when he was being abducted at the scene…

“good job. and you know what, changsik-ah,” his voice seemed to be getting more intrigued, y/n’s heart beating even faster in response, “since you bought in such a valuable hostage, i’ll let you have the honors of obtaining information from him.”

y/n felt the air beside him shift, changsik bowing a full 90 degrees at his boss’s blessing, “thank you!”

a sickeningly hearty laugh resonated and the creaking of a chair sounded before the boss’s next words seemed to be the final straw for y/n’s pounding heart.

“i want him alive.” 

“he better be alive,” san growled at jongho.

“we might get to him alive if you two would quit bickering. we’re wasting time because of you two, so shut it and sit down!” hongjoong had had enough of the two. he knew it was a sensitive time for san and jongho, different reasons for both, of course, but they would only get nowhere if they weren’t level-headed.

the two boys bowed their heads at their leader, san still sending a side-eyed glare at the younger before sitting down in his chair. 

it’d been two days since y/n was kidnapped and they still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to get y/n back. 

wooyoung tried to trace where the text message came from within the first minute it was received, but surprise, surprise! it was a burner phone— so back to square one; checking all of the cctv footage in the area and trying to spot a suspect that wasn’t even visible from the first frame. 

the cameras in the pharmacy showed only y/n, the pharmacist, clerk, and four other customers. of those four, only one person never entered through the front door. and within those 48 hours, he’d managed to single out a vehicle that had arrived in the frame of one of the street cams showing the alleyway behind the pharmacy, and left the same way not even 5 minutes later. it was a suspicious vehicle too; white van, no windows in the back, and paper license plates. the paper plates hinted that they were most likely changed recently or are changed frequently.

and so after hours of having to witness his best friend be so uncharacteristically frantic and down, wooyoung, unfortunately, decided to do what he thought was smartest—save y/n himself to make his best friend happy again.

his intentions may have been well, but in stories like these, doesn’t something always go wrong?

“help me set the table guys,” seonghwa cleared his throat, hand on his hip as he stirred the soup on the stove. the steam from the boiling liquid sent another cloud to his tired face, a sheen of sweat and condensation forming.

“i really don’t understand why we are acting like we have the time to set a table and eat home cooked meals when we don’t!” san exasperated, pacing around the dining room. 

mingi gave a sympathetic smile, patting him on the back before going to help seonghwa. 

while mingi was more on the understanding side of san’s worries, jongho disagreed, “how exactly do you expect us to find him if we don’t take care of ourselves?”

“all i’m saying is food and sleep shouldn’t be this consistently on your minds when we’re all in this situation!”

jongho scoffed, finding the utmost absurdities in san’s words, “why are you acting like he’s so important? he doesn’t know anything about us or our weaknesses— for fuck’s sake, it’s not like we can’t just get another doc—”

a fist had flown toward jongho’s cheek, cutting off his words, before san’s thrashing body was being pulled back by mingi and yeosang.

“go to hell choi jongho!” san screamed, trying to force his way through the barrier the two had made with their bodies. the boy could feel his stitches tearing as he fought, but he didn’t care. jongho had been a bitch since the very first moment y/n was around, and for what reason?

“cut it out, san!” yeosang hollered, voice brute as he pushed against the boy.

“no, let me at him. he wants to keep being a little shit, i’ll show him shitty!”

“stop it! you haven’t even noticed, have you?”

san didn’t stop trying to break the barrier, focusing on getting to jongho and the other’s words, “notice what?”

“wooyoung’s missing,” yeosang began, san whipping his head toward him and trying to disagree, but yeosang was having none of it, “and you haven’t done anything but antagonize everyone here for not doing their jobs at your pace!”

“oh, excuse me for trying to be as quick as possible in finding him!”

“yeah, and who ever said quick was the efficient route to go? we’re dealing with people we know nothing about, but they seem to know a little too much about us, no? so stop getting on everyone’s asses and—”

“shut the hell up! please!” seonghwa had slammed his hands down on the table, screaming at the top of his lungs. every person in the room had immediately gone silent, words left on the tips of their tongues in a desperate attempt to fly about.

“you’re all going to shut it, sit down, and eat this meal like the civilized people we are and come up with a plan to get y/n back as safely as possible,” he gave a quick glare at everyone, blowing a puff of air at the lock of hair that had settled over his eyelids.

“am i clear?”

"yes, sir."

[knchins]

Manager’s Special - Seijoh 4

Summary: Being the manager of Seijoh University's boy's volleyball team meant filling their every need. But can you satisfy all four seniors at the same time or will you break trying?

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader x Iwa x Mattsun x Makki

Rating: E+

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings:  Degradation/Humiliation, Oral sex (giving/receiving), Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Triple? Penetration (I technically don't view this as triple but some might), Squirting, Vaginal/Anal fingering, Unprotected sex, Gangbang (obvs), Blindfold usage, Spit (just a little), A smidgen of dubcon if you squint, Overstimulation, Mindbreak??, Aftercare, and Oikawa being a total Asshole

Notes: This is completely self indulgent and I don’t apologize for it one bit.

 Since earning the head manager position of Seijoh University’s boys volleyball team, you had learned to keep a tight schedule. It could be very hard work at times, but honestly it was very rewarding and the experience was worth the late nights and early mornings. It was an honored title that many girls strived for year after year. You had been merely an assistant your first two years of college and now, finally, your tenacity had paid off. You were number one and with it you held a whole new set of responsibilities.

 Because while you did the duties of a normal manager, at Aoba Johsai, female managers also held a very...important role. They were in charge of making sure all of the senior players kept their head in the game and stayed at the pique of physical fitness. This meant that you were in charge of making sure all of their needs were met.

 Every. Single. One.

 And you had quickly found that the four seniors you were in charge of satiating this year were particularly hungry for one thing and one thing only. You.

 Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa all had their own unique interests and tastes. They fought for your affection, sometimes making you feel pulled into four different directions at once. It got so bad that they had to roll die to see who could have you first. There were prime time slots in your schedule, after all, and everyone wanted to be the one to hold it. Weekends were especially cut throat among them and it was finally decided on an even rotation. Oikawa, since he was the captain, got the first weekend. Mattsun was second. Iwaizumi third, and lastly Hanamaki. You never had a moment to yourself it seemed like. The core four took up the entirety of your free time.

 But you knew what the job demands were before you took it. You agreed to this. If only you had known how draining it would be. You couldn’t have imagined the sexual appetites of athletes being this overwhelming. If only there was time to recuperate. Time and time again they worked you to tears. Multiple times a week you’d be left overstimulated and so incredibly full of cum. But none of that could have prepared you for what they had in mind for this particular Saturday.

 Makki was supposed to come over to your apartment alone that evening. You had the scene set the way you knew he liked it. Lights dim with a plethora of candles scattered across the bedroom. There was chilled sparkling water set on the bedside and a new bottle of lube. You had taken time to shower, scrubbing every inch of you clean for him. After drying yourself off, fixing your hair and putting on light natural looking makeup, you stepped into a nice little sheer white baby-doll nightie with nothing but a sea foam green thong underneath.

 After a look-over in your floor length mirror, you smiled with satisfaction. Makki was the gentlest of the four and usually he pampered a little more afterwards. It was the only time you get any semblance of rest. Maybe you could convince him to go easy on you too. Take things slow. He was the easiest to reason with and you had been looking forward to this all week.

 There was a knock at your front door and immediately you were thrown off. Each player had a unique knock to them, and what you just heard wasn’t Makki’s. It was the captain’s. Holding back a groan you padded to the door and looked through the peephole, seeing all four seniors gathered in the hallway.

 Confusion washed over you as you unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Oikawa looked particularly proud of himself, something that had your thighs clenching out of sheer habit. “Oikawa-san? Did something happen?”

 Iwaizumi forced the door open, making you take a step back as all four men walked in, putting down their things in the entryway before Hanamaki closed the door. They deposited their shoes at the doorway before Oikawa gave you some sort of answer. “I hate to do this to you, Cutie, I really do, but there’s something your Captain wants you to do for him.”

 His eyes scoured every inch of your body, making you suddenly feel incredibly self conscious. His tongue swiped over his lips, his facial expression absolutely predatory. Your cunt was already aching at the thought of him pounding into you. “W-What is it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

 Oikawa began to circle around you as you noticed the others begin to slip off their shirts. You swallowed thickly, unable to look away from the sheer amount of tone muscle present before you now. You began to chew on your bottom lip, the taste of your lip gloss crawling onto your tongue. “We decided that we all want a turn with you tonight.” He said, stopping behind you and putting his hands on your hips. He pulled you back to him and you could feel his half-hard cock rutting into your ass as he leaned to speak in your ear. “They don’t think you can handle it, but I can.”

 He pressed a kiss just under your ear, teeth grazing the skin there as you felt the flimsy fabric of the thong dampen with your arousal. All four of them? At once? Your head span as you tried to conceive it, but the captain’s cock grinding into your ass was almost too distracting. He knew exactly what he was doing and you hated him for it. “I don’t think I- Ah!” He bit at your pulse point and you felt her knees begin to tremble from the sheer anticipation of him being inside you.

 One of his beautiful hands moved to push up the lightweight fabric of the baby-doll, his index finger finding your clit expertly and pressing into you with just the right amount of force that had you keening back against him. “Don’t you want to prove them right, my little manager? What happened to all of that ambition?”

 Three pairs of eyes were devouring you as Oikawa continued to press kisses into your throat. They all looked so starving. So      needy    . Who were you to deny your team? Your body was for their taking, that was what you had wanted since you were a freshman right? And now, with Oikawa’s fingers working over your swelling clit, mouth taking claim to your neck, you have no drive to tell them no. There was no chance of you resisting them. You sank into Oikawa’s hold and he knew instantly that you were admitting defeat. You’d take on all four of them, even if it broke you.

 Oikawa dragged you into the bedroom, his right hand never leaving its spot between your legs. When he finally released you, he pushed you gently onto the bed so that he could take off his shirt. The other three came into the room, Makki had already stepped out of his pants and as in nothing but his socks and boxer briefs.

 You turned onto your back, looking absolutely doe-eyed at the large men before you. Again you kept your legs pressed together, rubbing slightly to try and create some kind of friction that would lighten the ache in your core. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Iwa pull something out of your top drawer, and again you swallowed as you knew there could only be one thing he’d be looking for in there. The black silk blindfold you kept stashed away.

 “Hajime, please,” You cooed softly, feeling fear bubble in your abdomen at being blinded. He ignored your quiet plea, knowing that there wasn’t nearly enough fight behind it to be an actual revocation of consent. He came closer to you, making it easier for you to see the outline of his erection in his pants as he covered your eyes with the cloth and tied it around the back of your head.

 “Good thinking, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa chirped as he took off his pants. “Let’s play a game then, shall we, Manager-san?” He asked, glancing at the other guys. “If you can guess whose dick is in your pretty little mouth then you can get a reward. How does that sound?”

 His irritating voice did nothing but ignite your desires even further. You were pretty certain you knew each of them well enough by now to be able to tell the difference between the four. Besides, Oikawa always held to his word and rewards with him often meant a very intense orgasm.

 You felt a hand grab you by the shoulder and by the softness of it, you assumed it was Oikawa’s. His hands were always the most meticulously kept out of all of them. He forced you to your knees and your mouth opened as you presented your tongue to whoever was first in line.

 Mattsun decided to take initiative, his cock already out as he stroked it. He stepped up to you, guiding the tip into your warm, beckoning mouth. He clenched his teeth together to keep from making any sort of sound that may give him away. Although, he already had a disadvantage. Mattsun was the biggest lengthwise and second only to Iwa when it came to girth.

 He was unable to stop himself from sliding as much in as he possibly could, his tip rubbing the back of your throat as his hand pressed onto the top of your head. His hips rocked slowly, pulling him out a fraction before rutting back in. You swirled your tongue around him, suckling lightly (though it was enough to finally pull a groan from him). You were about to reach up and grab onto his scrotum when Oikawa stopped you. “No touching, Cutie.” He chided and you put your hand back down.

 After a minute of you attempting to work him over without the help of your hands, he pulled from you completely. Oikawa asked you who it was as you were unable to stop yourself from coughing with newfound freedom. After you had collected yourself, you finally answered him with a small smile. “Issei.” You said happily, knowing you were right.

 “Good job.” Mattsun breathed out as he stroked his length to keep it from going soft. “Maybe that was too easy for you, doll.” You shook your head, trying to deny that it wasn’t easy for you to figure it out. None of them believed you.

 The next cock to enter your mouth was slimmer and you quickly narrowed it down to either Makki or Oikawa. They were almost identical, though there was one difference that would give it away. One of them had a small scar at the base of their penis where they had a shaving accident in high school.

 You greedily took him in, drool spilling over your lips and down your chin as your tongue searched every centimeter for the small white line of tissue. You tried to mask what you were doing by sucking and moaning at the small thrusts, the pubic hair at the base ticking your nose as he forced his tip to your throat. He suddenly pulled out, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself any longer if he didn’t. “Takahiro.” You said before Oikawa could ask.

 Makki let out a small laugh. “I guess you know me too well, huh?” He asked, not expecting you to actually answer. You smiled, reaching up to rid your chin of the spit that had made its way down it. Though you were somewhat positive that it would be replaced very quickly.

 “Alright, princess, so no one gets left out you’ll do Iwa-chan and I at the same time.” Oikawa said and a small frown formed on your lips. There was no way      both     of them would fit inside of your mouth. How were you supposed to do this without your hands?

 Iwa huffed, obviously not wanting to share your mouth with his best friend but nevertheless not objecting to it. They both stepped before you. “Can I at least use my hands this time, Captain?” You asked, head tilted upwards as if you were looking up at them.

 “Yes, you can use your hands this time.” Oikawa said back, placing a delicate hand on top of your head to rub it soothingly. You were doing such a good job for him and he was making note to make sure you knew that next time you were alone together.

 Again you opened your mouth wide. Oikawa nodded to Iwa who gave a shallow thrust into your mouth. Your hand searched up the leg of the person to your left, finding the shaft of his penis and stroking it. The telltale ribbing of a small scar at the base of it. The same scar you had been searching for when you were blowing Hanamaki. Not only that but Iwa’s girth gave him away. Oikawa was slender and pretty, Iwa was thick and veiny. Telling the two apart was almost like night and day.

 You bobbed your head, keeping the same pace with your hand giving them both a moment to enjoy the sensation before switching sides. You kept one hand on the base of each cock, making it easier to switch quickly between the two. When you had finally set what you thought was the perfect rhythm, a steady hand stopped you. “Who is who?” Oikawa asked in a chipper voice, never one to be upset when his dick was getting serviced.

 “Tooru-kun, you’re on the left.” You said, “Hajime is on the right.”

 Oikawa chuckled, “Wow, what a good little manager you are. You know us all so well. Are you ready for your reward?” You nodded your head enthusiastically. “Alright, get up and lay back on the bed we’re going to take good care of you.

 He grabbed your hand, helping you to your feet and guiding you to the bed where you laid down. He wasted no time in reaching up and grabbing the thin elastic of your thing and sliding it down your legs, enjoying the sight of the middle sticking to your slick folds for a moment before pulling free.

 Mattsun took position to your right, Makki your left, and Iwa was hovering over you, grabbing either of your thighs and spreading them. His calloused hands felt like a stark contrast from Oikawa’s, a feeling that made you shiver and clench around nothing. The blindfold was taken from your eyes at once by Makki.

 Tooru lowered his face to your core, giving you a nice slow cat lick up your slit that had you quaking in Iwa’s grasp. Mattsun forced the top of your babydoll down, freeing your breasts from the see-through material. He ran a thumb over your right nipple while Makki began to kiss along the swell of your left breast.

 Your brain was in overdrive at all the different sensations going on. Oikawa’s tongue pressing into your folds, Iwa’s mouth peppering kisses along your thighs as he held them apart. Matsukawa’s fingers massaging your breast firmly while Hanamaki is sucking hickies into your other one. There was just too much going on, you felt like you were going to short circuit already. Every inch of you was quivering with delight.

 Oikawa latched onto your clit like a leech, sucking so roughly that he pulled a loud moan straight from your throat. Your hips bucked, kegels flexing as you nearly creamed then and there. Iwa bit into your thigh, the pain ripping through your leg. You cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp but it was of no use. He was stronger than you by a long shot and there was no way you could possibly overpower all four of them at once.

 “T-Toru p-p-p-please!” You cried, tears filling your eyes as Mattsun’s mouth replaced his hand. You just needed something, anything, inside you. You didn’t really care what at this point.

 He removed his mouth from you, a lewd popping sound came as a result. He knew exactly what you wanted, a lecherous smile on his wet lips. “You gonna beg me princess?”

 Your reply came in a whimper, Mattsun’s teeth grazed one nipple as Makki was sucking on your other one, tongue swirling as if he were attacking your clit instead. “I-I need yo-you inside.” You pleaded with him, the desperate need to have your pussy filled growing even more. “Your fin-fingers. Ah!” You tossed your head back as Iwa licked at your clit now. It was hard to concentrate on anything, especially getting the words you wanted out.

 Oikawa was extremely proud of the sight before him. Iwa’s sideways position gave him enough room to slip in two fingers into your throbbing cunt, The long, slender digits going in gently and deeply. “My, my, Manager-san. My fingers are waterlogged in this cute pussy of yours. Are you that desperate to get off?”

 You were unable to respond, too busy concentrating on grinding your hips against Hajime’s mouth and his fingers at the same time. Oikawa pulled his fingers out before inserting them back in, they slid with ease due to the amount of slick that had accumulated between your legs. Your eyes were rolling back, body jerking beneath the three boys that were hovering over you. All coherent thoughts were gone as the team captain because to thoroughly fuck you with his fingers, his vice captain’s tongue tracing fast shapes around your sensitive clit. That along with the two mouths on your chest had you crying and cumming in no time at all.

 Oikawa pulled his soaked fingers from you, inserting them into his mouth to clean them off with his tongue. He savored the taste of your cum, giving a small hum of appreciation at both the taste and the sight of you panting and teary-eyed. “Is our little cum dumpster okay? We haven’t even filled you up yet.”

 The sarcasm of his voice and sudden removal of Iwaizumi’s grip had your legs slamming shut, not wanting anyone to see how turned on you still were. How much you still needed them to satisfy you. The slutty desperation making your heart pound even harder within your chest. How much more of this relentless teasing could you take before breaking completely? You had no idea. “Fill...Fill me up, Captain.” You said between heavy breaths, eyes glossy with saline and want.

 He laughed, “Makki, tonight is supposed to be your night. You can choose what order we go in.” At least Oikawa could be fair when it came to his teammates. Too bad he wasn’t when it came to you.

 Hanamaki thought about it for a moment. “We should switch halves. Mattsun and I will fuck her while you two can have her hands and mouth.” He brushed your hair back, a small smile on his face. “I know she can take it.”

 He maneuvered himself so he was laying next to you so you could climb on top of him. Your teeth sank into your lip again as you positioned his tip at your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. You couldn’t stop the moan from seeping out between your lips in the process of finally feeling completed. Makki pulled you down by your arm so your chest was against his.

 You hadn’t noticed Mattsun get up and grab the bottle of lube. He generously coated two fingers as he got behind you. He watched as Makki’s dick spread your lips apart, his dick disappearing inside of you in slow shallow thrusts. His own cock was throbbing painfully at this point, begging for release.

 Instead of touching himself, he inserted his two fingers into your ass. You let out a hiss of pain, the muscles burning at the sudden stretch. Hanamaki was whispering sweet things into your ear to help distract you, telling you how good you were doing for him. How amazing your soft pussy felt wrapped around him so tightly while Iwa was positioning himself at your head, stroking his cock is a slow languid motion.

 Oikawa had grabbed his phone and was now recording. He enjoyed nothing better than humiliating you by filming you in compromising positions. Most of the nights alone with him involved some sort of video equipment. Despite being hard and dripping precum onto your carpet, he seemed to totally ignore his erection and focus only on getting the perfect shot of you pleasuring his team.

 Mattsun continued to prep your ass, feeling your muscles beginning to relax around him. Makki kept his rhythm light, not wanting to jostle you around too much while his friend was getting you ready. His hands were on your waist, holding you still as you whimpered. He was being so gentle, too gentle. That wasn’t what you wanted. You were craving Mattsun’s brute force, the little whimpers coming from you only proving how ready you were.

 “Don’t leave her waiting, Mattsun.” Oikawa said. “She wants you to fuck her ass, can’t you see how much she needs it? Little cumslut can’t get off to just Makki treating her like a princess”

 Mattsun tutted, removing his fingers so that he could lube up his cock. Again he watched you take in every inch of Hanamaki like such a good little girl. He spit on your ass, letting it slide down your crack as he pressed his tip into your anus. Hanamaki was still as his friend pushed into you, leaving delicate kisses along your jawline.

 He let out a loud groan as his balls came into contact with your perineum. You fluttered around both of them, taking the moment to adjust to having two dicks inside of you instead of just one. And Mattsun was so big you thought he might rip you apart.

 Iwa was growing impatient, he pressed his tip against your lips and your tongue darted out to taste his precum. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as you opened her mouth fully for him. Makki and Mattsun still weren’t moving yet, simply enjoying the feeling of your body heat warming up their cocks.

 You tried to move your hips to feel something, anything. The neediness growing ever wilder within you. Oikawa watched with great delight, enjoying the muffled torture sounds coming from your mouth as you sucked on Iwa’s dick. “You want them to move, sweetheart?” He asked in a sickly sweet voice that was definitely anything but sincere.

 You whined loudly, despite your mouth being full. You attempted to nod your head but it was slight due to not wanting to hurt Iwa by accident though your teeth did graze him and he gave a warning tug on your locks. You looked up at him with an apologetic expression, gargling out a sorry that wasn’t really comprehensible.

 “You heard her, Matsukawa.” Makki said, his once sweet voice going sly. “She wants us to move.”

 Mattsun laughed darkly as he pulled back slowly before jerking his hips forward, roughly slapping into you. Searing heat and pain caused tears to once again spring to your eyes as Hanamaki began to move in sync with him with an almost equal amount of force. It took a moment for them to stop fumbling awkwardly with one another, trying to find a going pace that worked to both of their advantages. Once they found it though, it was nothing but bliss. Both your pussy and ass being fucked simultaneously while your mouth was stuff full had your eyes rolling back and drool slipping down your chin again.

 “Fuck it’s so tight.” Mattsun moaned, smacking your ass with a harsh slap before rubbing the area. “Why have you never let me fuck your ass before? You’ll be lucky if I ever use that used up pussy again.” He growled at you, making the welling tears finally fall down your face. They dripped down onto Makki, though he didn’t mind much at all.

 Iwa was forcing more and more of himself down your throat, gagging and choking you in the process until you could barely breathe. He was taking the liberty to fuck your mouth, allowing you to simply be another hole for his pleasure instead of an active participate in getting him off.

 Oikawa grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his dick. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stroke him due to your fucked out state of stupidity. He moved your hand for you, keeping it steady as he bounced his hips against your grip. “I get that ass next.” He said, “Iwa-chan, you can have Makki’s hole. I want her so full of cum that she won’t stop leaking for a week.”

 Makki increased his pace, forcing Mattsun to do so as well. The two dicks rubbing inside of you have a fast knot tightening in your lower abdomen. The thing that finally did you over was Makki reaching between the two of you and teasing your clit with the pads of his fingers. You were screaming around Iwa, eyes shut tight as you came for a second time, both holes spasming around your partners, pulling moans from them as you sucked them in more. It was enough to drive Makki to his peak as well, releasing inside of your cunt while Mattsun thrusted wildly, the sounds of his balls slapping against you was the loudest thing in the room at the moment. It only ceased when he finally came, pumping your ass so full of semen that it seeped out around his base.

 Iwa pulled his dick from your mouth and throat, allowing you to gasp and sob. You were already so incredibly overstimulated, you couldn’t imagine having to go yet another round. But you knew your captain and vice captain wanted to get off too. Oikawa’s dream of making you the sluttiest little cum dumpster in all of Japan was quickly coming true.

 Mattsun pulled out of you, enjoying the view one last time before stepping back and disappearing into the bathroom to clean up. Iwa moved to the side, ready to fuck you senseless again with growing impatience. Makki took one last breath, gave you one last sweet kiss, before slipping out from under you.

 Oikawa handed his phone to Makki so he could continue to film while he positioned himself under you. With Iwa’s help he had you sitting up and turned around so that your back was to him. “I think Mattsun lubed you up enough, Manager-san, don’t you think?” He asked, tip probing your dripping ass before suddenly dipping into you without warning. You cried out, almost not believing just how easily he slid right in. Since he was a bit smaller than Mattsun, it didn’t hurt at all for him to be inside all at once. The former had stretched you out too thoroughly.

 Iwa also wasted zero time in plugging you up, stopping anymore of Makki’s cum from escaping you. You were still crying and shaking, too overstimulated to say anything that made sense. Unlike Mattsun and Makki, they didn’t need time to sync up into a nice rhythm. They both went in hard and fast, almost competing with one another on who could be the most brutal.

 Oikawa’s hands were on your breasts, pulling at your nipples, “What a good girl, taking your captain and vice captain like this.” He said, holding back his own moans as he whispered into your ear. “Our little good luck charm. My cute little slut, you’ll do anything I ask of you won’t you?”

 Your answer was a strangled moan, throat still sore from Iwa’s previous abuse. You could tell Oikawa was struggling not to cum. Whenever he got too excited he had the tendency to lose control.

 Once again Iwa had a bruising grip on your thighs, keeping them nice and spread so he could easily see his handiwork, watching you take his thick cock as if it were nothing. The squelching sounds you were making had you feeling incredibly embarrassed, the way the previous boys’ cum had acted as lubricant for the two new ones. Oikawa and Iwa were pumping in and out effortlessly, working you over once again.

 “Iwa-chan, but your thumb on her clit, I bet she’ll squirt all over us if you do that.” Oikawa said, nipping at your ear as he tugged on your nipples again. Iwa reached down, pressing his thumb against the engorged bud and rubbing in fast tight circles. Your back arched, more sobs erupting as you felt another overwhelmingly powerful orgasm rip through you. You couldn’t stop the release of ejaculate as it squirted out of you, showering all three of you in the process, though Iwa got the brunt of it.

 Oikawa was laughing harshly, “Fuck princess, you’re just so goddamn dirty aren’t you? You like being stuffed like this? Will you ever be satisfied with just one again?” You shook, collapsed on top of him, unable to make any sound or even think straight. Your walls were still fluttering around him, hips jerking in tune with their thrusts. Iwa’s nails dragged across your skin, the pain not even enough to cause you to yelp like you normally would. A few pumps later and he was adding to the mess with his own cum, the warm liquid filling your pussy so beautifully for him as he pulled out.

 “Best for last.” Oikawa hissed, Flipping over so he could ravage you at a whole new angle. You couldn’t even hold yourself up, he had to do it for you as he rammed into you over and over. He wasn’t holding back anymore, hell you didn’t even know he      was     holding back before. He chased his own high, hitting his peak and pumping you full of even more white creamy liquid.

 He pulled out and gently laid your hips down onto the bed. You cried into the sheets, still feeling jerky from your own string of orgasms. It was over? Finally? You couldn’t believe that you had actually survived all four of them at once.

 Oikawa and Iwa began to clean themselves up as Makki put his captain’s phone away and went to pamper you with kisses. He turned you on to your back and spread your legs just enough so he could clean you up the best he could. Parts of the bed were soaked unfortunately, but Mattsun brought a clean towel to lay down over the puddles, moving you so that you were on top of the towel instead of the wetness.

 “Don’t forget, Makki, make sure she’s up tomorrow for practice.” Oikawa said in that sing-song voice of him. “Maybe we can have a round two in the equipment room.”

 You whimpered in protest as Hanamaki held you close to him. “He’s joking, love, don’t worry.” He whispered to you softly, knowing you were too outdone to do it again so soon.

 Iwa punched his shoulder roughly, “leave her alone, asshole.” He said threateningly, coming over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. “If you can’t come tomorrow, don’t stress it.” He said quietly enough that the only other person to hear him was Makki. He straightened up before shooting a glare at Oikawa.

 Oikawa frowned a bit at him before walking over to you. “Good job, princess. I knew you could do it. You made your captain so proud tonight.” He cooed softly, petting your head. “I’ll call you in the morning to check on you.” He placed a kiss identical to Iwa’s onto your forehead. “Makki is going to take good care of you tonight.” He assured before standing up once more. “Let’s go, Iwa-chan. I’m hungry.”

 The two started bickering as they left. Mattsun cleaned up around the room a little more before, wishing you a farewell before leaving. Hanamaki continued to whisper to you about how amazing you were and how thankful he was for letting them do this. He didn’t stop until you finally lost your battle with sleep, cuddled up next to him and clinging to him for safety.

 And the next day you definitely didn’t show up to practice.

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[free-pancakes]

Dreams and Nightmares

Summary: LeviHan Canon-Divergence fic

Hange barely survives the final fight against Eren, and is saved by inheriting the Beast Titan from Zeke Yeager in the end. However, the Scouts soon find that this would come with a heavy price--particularly at Levi's expense.

Chapter 8/? Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Chapter 1

crossposted to ao3 here: link

notes: sorry for such a late update. this also turned out much longer than expected. it's real fluffy though, and quite self-indulgent, but hope you all like it!

CHAPTER 8:

“Was he really that important to her?”

The words echoed in Zeke’s mind as he continued to watch the memory unfold before him.

Hange returned to the room with a steaming hot mug in her hand, and carefully handed it to Levi. She watched in anticipation as he took a quick sniff and sipped on the tea.

“Not bad,” he whispered. And at that, Hange’s face lit up, and it took all her might not to let out a loud “Yahoo!” in her excitement—she heard Levi was quite particular with his tea, and she was feeling absolutely ecstatic that he didn’t spit it right out.

Levi soon fell quiet, satisfied with the drink. Hange sat down at the desk right next to him, keeping him company as she scribbled away in one of her notebooks where she kept notes on her titan research, often speaking her thoughts out loud. While listening, Levi’s eyelids began to droop. To Zeke, he seemed... almost as though he was fighting sleep just to listen to her for a little longer.

The memory soon dissipated, Zeke finding himself standing in a new setting—a gigantic ballroom lay before him, the massive chandeliers glowing dimly above him, hundreds of people wearing ornate, traditional-looking suits and gowns. A sign by his side read, “Annual Sina Military Ball”.

Zeke walked around, trying to find Hange but instead found Levi standing alone, a small cloth bag in his hands.

“The previous commander?” Zeke said under his breath as Erwin and two others approached Levi, clearly teasing him.

“Guys, please. And Mike, shut the fuck up.”

“I’m just sayin, if she turns you down, you can join me. Open bar this year yknow?”

“Mike, stop stressing him out!” Nanaba replied, swatting Mike on the shoulder as he laughed.

Erwin stood behind Levi, grabbed him by the shoulders and gently pushed him into the crowd.

“Just go already, she’ll love it.”

As Levi walked into the crowd, the three huddled together.

“He’s hopeless isn’t he?” Nanaba sighed.

“Yup. Erwin and I will wait at the bar,” Mike answered.

Zeke walked behind Levi into the crowd of people, until he saw him hesitate before tapping the shoulder of someone in a long navy blue gown shimmering with gold. Big, beautiful brown curls turned to reveal... Hange?

Zeke’s jaw dropped—he barely even recognized her.

“Oh! Levi! Aw I’m sorry—“ She itched at the fabric on her side. “I wish they’d let me wear a suit or something to one of these things, all this traditional wear or whatever is too much, but I mean your suit doesn’t even look comfortable either! Man, I just—“

Hange paused as soon as she noticed the small cloth bag in Levi’s hands.

“Oh? What’s that! What do you got there?”

His heart was thumping so loud, he was sure Hange could hear it. He reached into the bag, to pull out a yellow hair clip—it was his mother’s.

Hange’s eyes grew wide and nearly sparkled in the low light, and she smiled as Levi pulled the strands of hair from her face, and held it up to the side of her head with the clip.

“Not bad,” Levi said under his breath, his heart almost stopping at how stunning she really was. Hange gave him a quick hug hiding the blush suddenly reaching her cheeks, and the hug sent Levi’s head spinning. She then reached out her hand—

“Levi, the orchestra’s playing my favorite! Let’s show them all what a proper slow dance looks like!”

Levi rolled his eyes, but took Hange’s hand, accompanying her to the dance floor.

Sand began to fall like a curtain in front of Zeke, wiping the scene away to the open sky, sun setting peacefully in the horizon above the water. The smell of salt tickled at his nose, and he stood ankle deep in ocean water. Young voices sounded from behind him.

“We probably should get going soon, right? The sun’s already setting.”

“Aw Jean, just let them have a moment. I haven’t seen them this happy in such a long time.”

“Sasha, Captain Levi never looks happy!”

“Connie shush! You can tell he’s happy underneath! Come on, just look!”

Hange and Levi stood knee deep in the water, and Hange held up a small, cream-colored conch shell. Levi’s face scrunched up in disgust as she held it towards him, but she pulled him close by the shoulder while trying to reassure him, and held up the shell next to his ear. Zeke waded in a bit closer to hear what they were saying.

“You can hear the ocean inside the shell! It’s something I read about once.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Come on, Levi! Just listen.” And when he finally did, his eyes lit up ever so slightly, his mouth just partially agape.

“So you’ll always remember our first trip to the sea,” Hange said. And before she could hand the shell to Levi, she dipped it into the water letting it fill up, and splashed him with what collected inside.

“What the hell, Hange!” Levi grumbled, kicking water back at her. Splashes back and forth escalated so much that they had gotten absolutely soaked—Hange laughed as she tackled Levi into the sea, the two coughing and giggling stupidly as the rest of the kids ran back into the water to join them.

Once again, sand whisked away the scene and Zeke was now standing in a balcony, overlooking a courtyard. He looked back to see what was going on inside—another ball? He then looked down to see Hange and Levi standing together out in the venue’s garden. They looked a bit more mature, older. And Hange was wearing an eyepatch—it must have been a different memory from before.

Zeke heard footsteps coming from the hallway behind him.

“I’m telling you, Mikasa, smelling someone’s hair during a hug means they love them!”

“I guess now that you say it, I suppose that could be true…”

The two walked out past Zeke, and leaned their elbows on the balcony together, looking down at the courtyard and garden. They gasped and crouched when they saw who was standing down there.

“I’ve never seen Sasha so nervous! She wanted to dance with Niccolo, so I took the hair clip off and put it on her—yknow for the confidence boost. I hope that’s okay, Levi?”

Levi looked at Hange, and tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I like it better on you, but I suppose Sasha needs it tonight, then.”

A new song echoed from the orchestra inside—Zeke recognized it to be the same from the earlier military ball memory.

Levi reached out his hand, just how Hange did before.

Hange giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling Levi close, practically in a hug as they swayed together. She leaned into him, her cheek pressed against his forehead.

“New shampoo, huh? Lavender—you know that’s my favorite, right?”

Jean and Mikasa heads snapped towards each other, their eyes locked and faces red in realization.

“Hange-san smelled his hair—“

Mikasa slapped a hand over Jean’s mouth.

“Shush, they’ll hear. Let’s go before they notice us—“

The scene quickly changed, and it was quite jarring for Zeke this time around.

He found himself staring into the face of his past self, sitting miles above Liberio inside the war balloon the Scouts had taken control of. This time, he could see the room where Hange and Levi walked off to after hearing about a fallen soldier named Sasha, or something like that.

Levi stared at Hange, in his eyes a mix of worry and anger stirring inside him.

“Stop looking at me like that, Levi,” she said curtly, clearly trying to hold herself together.

“Hange…” Levi urged.

He watched her hands shake as she reached into a first aid kit from her bag, pulling out a half used tube of wound ointment—the same one she had always used on him.

“C’mere,” she beckoned, and Levi obliged begrudgingly, letting Hange pull down his shirt slightly to apply the ointment to the lacerations on his shoulder. He watched Hange biting her lip—he knew she was holding back the tears, trying to “look strong” for everyone else, but he thought that was utterly stupid. She was allowed to have feelings… Commander or not.

“Hange…”

“I’m fine, Levi, would you stop pestering me already??” She barked back, though still maintaining her gentle touch as she tended to his wounds. She continued in silence until they landed.

Hange and Levi left the back room, standing together outside the door as the Scouts filed out with Zeke and Eren. Oyankopon nodded at them both, and left. Lastly, Jean, Mikasa, Armin, and Connie, holding Sasha’s body, all of them a tear-ridden mess. Both Levi and Hange saluted them as they walked past.

Hange started to follow behind them but Levi took hold of her hand. She didn’t look back.

“I’m okay, Levi. Really. I have to—“

Levi pulled her and ushered back into the room, now that everyone was gone.

“Go be okay in there for awhile. I’ll stand outside.”

Before she could protest, he gently closed the door behind him, and stood guard outside of it. He knew it was exactly what Hange needed.

From behind the door, there were muffled sounds of glass breaking, boxes thrown, and anguished wailing.

Zeke watched as Levi stood unmoving from the door his head down, biting his lip as a few tears ran down his face.

The memory faded and Zeke was now in a small office. Levi sat before him, holding a familiar cream-colored conch shell. He lifted it up to his ear, listening, and maybe, just maybe, a smile began to form on his lips.

A quick, loud knock on the door startled him, and he hastily shoved the shell into a drawer, slamming it shut.

“Levi, quick!”

He stood up frazzled.

“What’s wrong??”

“A camera, Onyankopon got us a session with a camera!”

“Hange… what the hell is a camera? And you know I don’t trust all these Marley things…”

Hange gave him a big pout. “Aww, Levi! Come on, it takes photographs! Like the one in Eren’s father’s notebook! The one of his old family?”

“My family photo…” Zeke thought, his own past memories now aching at his chest.

The memory dissolved, but the same scenery returned, unchanged. Yet this time, Levi was holding a framed photograph in his hand—a picture of him standing next to Hange seated, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. He looked tired, a light shade of purple hugging the skin under his eyes. But when Levi laid his eyes on the photo, his face lit up with a genuine smile as he stared.

Then once again, a quick, loud knock on the door startled him, and he quickly stuffed the photo into the backpack sitting at his feet.

“Hey, Levi! You busy?”

Levi stared back at Hange, both need and sadness swimming in his eyes.

“I know Levi… but I brought you a surprise!”

She pulled from behind her a white, spherical object, and held it out for Levi to see.

“A… baseball?” Zeke said under his breath, emotions tugging at his chest.

“Hange… this is the last afternoon we spend together just us—God knows long I’ll have to watch Zeke in the forest before I get to see you again…” He said, avoiding eye contact with Hange.

“Don’t you trust me, Levi?”

Levi continued to look down towards his backpack, fiddling at it with his foot, only stopping when he felt Hange’s hands on his cheeks, and a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Do you really have to ask me that, Hange?”

She laughed, the sound of it bringing Levi comfort. She backed up and held her hand out towards him, a smile on her face, her eyes beckoning him to come with her. And of course, Levi sighed, and took her hand.

They walked outside, a clearing in the patch of trees next to the barracks.

“Here take this, they’re called mitts! Helps soften the blow when you catch, since the baseball is pretty hard.” Levi took one and wore it.

“So I read a bunch of different Marley novels, and for some reason, playing catch is such a common kind of bonding time? Between a parent and child, or between friends? A symbolic kind of theme, maybe? I thought it was fascinating!”

Levi looked at the baseball—“So what… we just, throw the thing back and forth? And what? We’ll magically become friends??”

Hange threw her head back and laughed. “Good one, Levi! We’re already friends! So, hm, how about we just throw it back and forth for now? If it gets too boring well, we could always just drop it. Sounds like a plan?”

As soon as Levi nodded, Hange grinned and ran a distance away. She waved to make sure Levi was ready, and lobbed the ball over to him, landing with a satisfying thump as it hit Levi’s mitt. He picked it up and ran his fingers over the red laces, and soon pitched it back to Hange a bit too far, so she ran and dove for it, catching it just before it hit the grass.

“Hange be careful!”

She laughed in excitement, and got up to throw it back.

Before long, they were throwing for hours, talking about anything and everything. Sharing memories that hadn’t been touched in years, laughing over inside jokes, the 104th kids, and their past, beloved friends.

Their voices began to fade, and Zeke strained to listen, calmed by how comfortable their conversation felt, comforted by the sound of the baseball hitting their mitts, back and forth.

Soon, the memory went black, a burst of light, and he was back.

Paths.

And there was Hange, laying down in front of him with her back towards him, the sand no longer black surrounding her.

“H-Hange?” Zeke asked.

Hange didnt’ turn around to face him.

“So, you saw all that then too, huh?”

“I… did. Sorry, they seemed like private memories,” he answered cautiously, careful to guard himself if Hange decided to fight him again.

“No harm, Zeke. Not like that was your fault.” She finally sat up, sniffling and wiping away residual tears.

“But we do have to thank Levi—he got us out of a potential mess.” She ran her hands through the sand, now colored a bright white. “Susceptible to our emotions huh. Could have been a disaster.”

Hange caught on quick, Zeke thought. But something she said bothered him a bit—

“What do you mean, thank Levi, though?” Zeke asked, genuinely confused as to how she thought he played any part in getting her out of the black sand ordeal just now.

Hange smiled, knowing exactly what Levi must have done. The box of things she had him pick up—he probably opened it.

“Not bad, Shorty,” she whispered to herself.

She laughed to herself again, but soon stopped as she saw Zeke holding out his hand in front of her.

“Are you… are you deciding to help me?”

Zeke’s chest tightened as he thought about all the memories he had just seen. He was angry at how much it moved him, both personally, and objectively—Hange and Levi had a history he never imagined existed between them, based on what he knew about them prior.

With his free hand, he pinched at the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He hated that he wanted to help. But he couldn’t deny it—he felt for Hange.

“Yeah,” Zeke replied. “Let’s figure this out, together.”

Hange grinned excitedly, and grabbed Zeke’s hand.

[seacottons]

[ idol!au ] — ateez x 7/11 employee reader

notes: this is so fucking stupid i'm cackling. some are based on their vlogs : minkiway, achallenz, ateezlog, and 1day vlog.

— hongjoong

"Let's get the strawberry yogurt smoothie."

"But we already got too many custard and pudding cups?"

"Do you want San to mope for the next two days?"

"No?"

"Alright then. So, get the yogurt smoothie."

You hear the commotion and bickering before even spotting the two, a faint smile finding itself onto your features. You most definitely weren't eavesdropping. Their bickering was audible throughout the entire expanse of the small store, and you finally peered up from organizing the display of flavored gum to spot the smaller of the two give the taller an exasperated expression.

"You know I don't like spicy! Why would you even suggest that, you bum?"

"You asked for my opinion, Joong," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, gaze locking with yours in the process. A knowing smile crawls its way onto his visage for a brief second, before it's replaced with a faux look of concern, "Oh! Y/n! Why don't you suggest something new for Hongjoong to try out?"

At the sound of your name being called, the smaller male stiffens considerably, hand nearly loosening around the packet of kimbap in his hands. With a suspicious glare, his head instantly snaps to his friend, who in return sent a friendly smile towards you. Seonghwa nearly laughed at the flustered male in his peripheral vision, before nodding in acknowledgment towards you once you made yourself towards the aisle. Hongjoong helplessly watched as you conversed with Seonghwa, your laughter ringing in his ears like soft, melodious chimes.

The tips of Hongjoong's ears burned red, his hand subconsciously reaching up several times to tussle his tresses and hide the obvious signs of his infatuation and nervousness. Seonghwa's eyes glimmered with mischief as they briefly darted to eye his sweating comrade.

"I really like this one," you picked up a warm pack of the spicy cheese kimbap to offer them a look, your eyes flickering to Hongjoong immediately, "But you don't like anything spicy, right Hong-"

"I'll take it!"

Seonghwa merely casts him a look of surprise, and Hongjoong almost stutters as the taller scrutinizes him. Was he that obvious?

"I've actually been enjoying spicy food for the past few weeks," he claims defensively, shoulders straightening and frame subconsciously leaning towards your own as he quickly picks up a conversation with you, cheeks red and lips tugged up into a jaw-breaking smile.

When the two step out of the small convenience store, plastic bags in hand, Seonghwa waste no millisecond to address the elephant in the room, tone complacent and all.

"You're whipped."

— seonghwa

You stare at the blue cart filled to the brim with yogurt cups, and you give the tall male a puzzled look. You were accustomed to having the eight men from upstairs purchase an abundance of food, from dried goods to ready-to-eat meals, but this was new.

"Seonghwa, is this really for all eight of you? Just.. yogurt," you mused curiously, hesitant hands reaching towards the yogurt cups to begin scanning and bagging them.

"Yes and no," he offers a soft smile, hands reaching towards the number candle display, rolling it to the side in search of the desired numbers. He places a number 2 and 3 onto the counter, and you're even more confused than before, "It's for Hongjoong's cake. His birthday is today."

"Then why do you need the yogurt?"

"The yogurt is the cake."

Your lips form a silent 'oh' as you nodded absentmindedly. The two of you share a moment of silence, before your shared laughter erupts throughout the convenience store.

"How thoughtful of you, Hwa," you drawl out teasingly, gaze unwavering from his chiseled face, "That's cute. I bet he'll love it."

Seonghwa nods silently, a polite smile brightening his features as he helps you with the items and bags, insisting he'll pack up the yogurt while you scan. He had a habit of always needing to help and making sure he wasn't being too much of a bother. His head snaps up once you call his name for nth time, and a faint dusting of pink blooms on his facial features as he meets your gaze, "Oh. Sorry, did you call me?"

You giggle lightheartedly as you finalize the amount of his purchase, eyes curiously meeting his, "If you were to pick a non-traditional birthday cake, what would it be?"

"Ah, tteokbokki," he states without a second to lose, eyes sparkling underneath the fluorescent lights of the store, "it will definitely be tteokbokki."

"When the time comes, I'll gladly make you a tteokbokki birthday cake," you accept the cash from his hands, before closing the cash register with a bump of your hip, hands working on tying the two plastic bags filled with yogurt cups, "I mean- of course, if you don't mind that is?"

A bashful smile nearly breaks his face into two as he accepts the bags, hands purposefully brushing against your knuckles a second too long as he nearly laughs in amusement at your nervous smile, "I'd love that, Y/n."

— yunho

You wrap the damp rag around your lithe finger to wipe around the buttons and crevices of the dusty cash register. Once it was practically sparkling, you decided to wipe away at the glass fridge displays, roughly rubbing the stubborn fingerprints that remained on the surface.

The doorbell chimed, and from where you stood, you were unable to see the customer that had just walked in. The sound of a group of males pierced the silence of the store, along with the rumbling of the vending machines in the corner. Nevertheless, you called out with a warm welcome and hastily wiped the last of the few glass doors. Your co-worker was supposed to be here minutes ago, while you were slaving around cleaning the place all on your own and dealing with customers simultaneously.

Removing your gloves, you internally grumbled at the fact your co-worker was late from lunch for the third time this same week. Stomping your way towards the cash register you failed to remember to add a wet-floor sign onto the area you had just mopped, utterly forgetting about the whole ordeal as you made yourself to the front of the store. As you turned the corner, your sneakers skidded loudly against the slippery tiles, your frame instantly thrown off balance as a clipped yelp left your mouth, hands bracing in front of your face to shield it from any damage.

It took a few seconds for you to realize a pair of arms were secured around your waist, and you silently gaped at the male above you with a stupefied expression.

Of course, it had to be him.

The very same man you've been crushing on for a few months now. The very same man who worked three stories above you.

Yunho was so graceful for someone so tall.

"Oh, thanks," he laughed in amusement at your shocked expression, your hands reaching up to clamp around your mouth in horror, "Are you okay though? You... uh, you should put a wet-floor sign. Wouldn't want anyone suing you for falling, now would you?"

Heaven knows you were never more thankful for your co-worker being late again than ever before. You were so close to him, you can practically smell the cologne sprayed on his neck.

"No! No, of course not! I'll get it right away!"

When you scurry from his arms and to the back to rummage in the closet, Wooyoung's voice and laughter ring out loudly behind you.

"But you fall harder every time we come here! Just sue Y/n alread—" a muffled sound of a punch and a loud squeal of pain followed suit, "Ow! Hulk hands! What was that for!?"

— yeosang

In the late hours of the evening, you found yourself guiding Yeosang through the aisles of the convenience store for a mission he had to complete for a series they were filming. When you spotted no cameras around, you sighed in relief.

"You know you're cheating, right?" You ask as the male crouches down to examine the array of rice balls and other food on display.

"There are no cameras here. No one will know."

You pause momentarily to glance at the security camera nestled in the corner, before rolling your eyes and crouching next to him to aid him in his task. This isn't an uncommon occurrence. Yeosang has come down to the store numerous times to grab items for the vlogs he filmed. One time it was utensils and a bowl, and the other time was an abundance of gummy bears.

"I can't believe you're making me do this for you," you laugh in disbelief as he stands to watch you look around for a particular item.

"You know what my members like more than I do," he muses with a soft smile, "they practically live here."

"Yeosang," you called out with a quirk of your brow, "you live with them. If anyone's capable, it's you."

"I know. I still need your help though."

You internally sigh and get to work, not that you minded in the slightest. Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest the moment he stepped foot inside the store.

"The guys usually get this pack of ramyun almost every visit, along with this rice ball," you arrange the food in his cart, before dragging him into another aisle, "We also got this new shipment of honey rice cakes- I'm sure Seonghwa will like them. He usually prefers the older types of snacks. Wait. Do you need Mingi's diarrhea medicine too?" You joke with a lighthearted laugh.

Yeosang gives you a grimace, and his judging eyes study you for a second too long that has your neck and ears heating up rapidly, "No, Y/n. Mingi's digestive system is doing just fine now.."

Yeosang nods absentmindedly as he's dragged to and fro from one aisle to the next, unable to focus on the words that come flying rapidly from your mouth "..And Hongjoong always tries new potato chips every time he visits, but these are his favorite, I can tell. San likes anything sweet. If there's no more yogurt smoothies left, just get a chocolate bar."

You peer at Yeosang who remained silent the entire time, his unfocused gaze trained on you. With a snap of your fingers in front of his face, he startles at the sudden sound, eyes wide and darting rapidly in confusion, "Oh! Sorry, Y/n. I got distracted there. Did you say something?"

"Cute," you laugh airily at his flustered expression, thumb jutting behind you towards the drink display, "I almost forgot the most important item- coke! You guys are the reason it's always out of stock here."

Taking a look at the clock above the door, you gawp in disbelief as you wait for the male to fish out his wallet, "Yeo, you've been here for the past half hour. They're going to think you got lost."

"No, that's alright," Yeosang mumbles as he hands you a sufficient amount of cash for the items, eyes looking anywhere but your face, "We should do this again sometime."

"Hm," you glance back up at him questioningly, "Sure. Whenever your next challenge is, I suppose. I don't mind helping."

He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his neck, lips pressing together into a firm line before he has the courage to meet your eyes and reply, "Oh- no. I meant.. on our own free time. No challenge. Just us two. Hanging out? Buying snacks?"

You almost stumble over yourself at his words, hands clammy and face burning. Nodding subtly, you fail to realize the goofy, flirtatious smile settling on your face as you hand him the receipt.

"Challenge accepted."

— san

"And they said it tastes like toothpaste! Can you believe them?"

You reached out to pat a hand onto the taller male's back in a caring manner, nodding when he asked you how ridiculous the other members' statements were.

"Yes, of course," you console him as you carefully organized the new shipment of chocolate bars on display, allowing the male to vent to you in the aisles of the convenience store he frequently visited from upstairs. He's also been trying to persuade you to join his mint chocolate cult for the past two weeks now.

"Mint chocolate doesn't taste like toothpaste! Toothpaste tastes like mint chocolate," San brushes a hand through his pink locks, eyeing you for a reply in agreement. You think he only came down here not only to vent, but to also fuel his ego by finding another person to agree with his statements and judge his friends' taste in food- other than Mingi, of course, "don't you agree?"

You nearly laugh at the awaiting gaze that overtakes his features. He was very serious about this topic, so it was safe to assume his older friends bashed the flavor to the point San took it almost personally, "Yes, San. For the hundredth time, mint and chocolate are the perfect pair. They're like.. peanut butter and jelly. Cheese and corn. Strawberries and bananas. And-"

"Me and you."

You think you hear wrong as he quickly dashes towards the ice cream freezer to grab a handful of mint chocolate ice cream pints.

"What?"

"Hm?" he has the audacity to tilt his head in amusement, eyes practically twinkling with mischief, "What's the matter, Y/n?"

How dare he fluster you like this. Your jaw is slack as he walks back over to you with the same, bright smile and dimple on display. The words nearly die in your throat as he looms over you with a look of mock curiosity and innocence, "N-nothing, uh- do you want me to check you out?"

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Y/n. No need to ask."

His smile stretches in amusement as your eyes widen in shock. He knew what he was doing to you. You choked out a response, nodding your head as you made yourself over to the register counter.

Once placing the ice cream pints and eight plastic spoons in the bag, you handed it to the bubblegum haired male, whose eyes crinkled happily, "No need to be shy, Y/n. Sometimes, all you need is," he reached over to press the tip of your nose back with the pad of his finger, "encourage-mint."

His laughter rung like the bell chime that signaled his departure, and before he turned the corner to go back to the entertainment building upstairs, he sent you a quick and mischievous wink.

— mingi

The steam from your ramyun cup swirled up to meet the cold air as you sat alone in front of the convenience store for your lunch break. You watched as people scuttled through the streets in an attempt to avoid the light misting of rain. The cup of steaming noodles helped warm your hands though, and the store awning provided enough shelter from the rain.

Taking a generous amount of noodles in your mouth, you slightly wince at the searing temperature on your lips.

"Y/n? What're you doing out here?"

A voice caught your attention, and your head snaps up to meet the eyes of the well-dressed male standing nearby with a to-go bag in hand. You stare with stuffed cheeks and wide eyes, quickly ducking your head to drop the remaining noodles hanging from your lips back into the steaming cup. You don't know why he's asking a question like that. He, along with the others, have numerously visited the store or were nearby when you were on your lunch break. Even Yunho memorized your lunch schedule throughout the week.

"Mingi! Hi-" you cough out suddenly, hand quickly reaching up to wipe the sauce from your lips. He makes his way over to where you're sitting, before plopping beside you and proceeding to open the bag in his hands. You give him a questioning look, and when he feels his eyes on you, he turns to you with a smile.

"You don't mind if I eat lunch with you, yeah?" He snaps his chopsticks apart and gives you a hopeful look, "You just seem all bored and lonely by yourself."

You stare flabbergasted at his words, before shaking your head almost too quickly after a moment of silence. You didn't mind the lack of company actually, but Mingi was too sweet for you to deny, "No, of course not. But it's okay, you don't have to-"

"One doesn't let their friend eat all alone," he simpers, before eyeing his styrofoam box and thrusting it in front of you, "Here! You should try some barbecue eel. It's perfect for this kind of weather."

The two of you spent the next half hour conversing and stuffing your mouths full of food he had gotten from his mother's restaurant. His eyes sparkled once you complimented his mother's cooking skills, and a contagious smile found itself on his visage as you asked for the name of the place. He slurped another strand of noodle into his mouth before boisterously replying with a raised brows and a bright smile.

"I'll see if I'll have time this weekend to visit it," you accepted the napkin he offered you to wipe your mouth, before crumbling it and tidying up the area. He stands to discard the empty boxes of food and bags before checking the time on his phone.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but Hongjoong will have my ass if I don't go back in time," he laughs loudly while dusting his clothes to rid himself of any fallen crumb, "Oh! Here's a card for my mother's restaurant! I always carry some with me wherever I go."

You accepted it with a grateful smile, brows knitting in confusion at the numbers scribbled on the corner of the small business card, "Oh, there's a number here? Is it their new number?"

"It's mine," he says while patting your head with a cheeky smile, "Next time, we should eat together there— where it's warm and not out here in the freezing cold."

You gape in awe at him, face flushing almost immediately. Mingi smiles, internally reminding himself to thank Yunho for the idea later.

— wooyoung

"Y/n! I can't believe you betrayed me like this!?"

Peeking your head up curiously, you quirked a brow in the direction of the heaving male, "What are you talking about?"

You place the last stack of cash into the register before closing it shut. The display of candy near the register needed organizing, and you sigh to yourself before you begin working on it. His friends stand outside, in front of the store, conversing amongst each other as they waited for him to finish grabbing 'something extremely important'.

Your friend nearly reached over the counter to shake you by your shoulders with an exasperated cry of anguish, "You told me you'll save me at least one of the BTS cold brew bottles! They're all sold out! Again!"

Oh. Of course that was the problem.

You roll your eyes at his dramatic rant, elbows resting onto the counter as you leaned forward teasingly. You were grateful no one else was in the store while Wooyoung had his meltdown. He would've probably frightened them anyway.

"I told you when the new shipment comes in to save me each version of them!"

"Wooyoung- it's just canned americano. We have plenty more brands to tr-"

"No! It has BTS on the packaging!" He explains quickly, "Don't you realize it's a godsend to have packaged food and drinks with their faces on it!?"

"You're going to throw the packaging away anyway! What's the point?" Your unimpressed face studies his in confusion. Internally, you smile to yourself at his frustrated tone. You love to rile him up.

When you were met with silence, you scrunched your nose in distaste, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively. He looks a bit flustered at your gaze, shoulders shrugging silently.

"Gross! Wooyoung, were you seriously planning on keeping and collecting them? Aren't you overdoing it?"

He lets out an indignant squawk and pins you with a pointed stare, which you returned with a blank blinking of your eyes.

"I don't tell you how to live."

Rolling your eyes, you turn to rummage through your bag tucked beneath the counter, before fishing out two cans of the americano. Wooyoung's eyes open wide in astonishment.

"You're lucky I remembered. My manager only let me buy two."

"Y/n?" He scrambles to the counter to take a good look at the cans, before he finds himself tugging you forward by your head with a loud cry of excitement, to which you groaned in protest, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Your face flushes at the close proximity and when the bell chimes signaling a new customer, your heart drops to your stomach in fright. You did not need anyone witnessing this. Wooyoung's grip was relentless as he squeezed your cheeks together and continued to praise you for being the most trustworthy person he knows.

"Wooyoung, how many times have I told you harassing someone isn't the way to express your feelings," Hongjoong's annoyed voice calls out from the front.

— jongho

You attempted to remain inconspicuous as you huddled over your phone over the counter, eyes glued onto the screen displaying the current live video. You swore you could hear their rackety footsteps and shouts from three stories below. You wouldn't be surprised if one of them came crashing down from the ceiling one day. An infatuated sigh and droopy smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your cheek against your palm.

A few minutes later, you had to mute your phone to attend a customer ( because heaven knows how loud and rowdy they get when they're all together. And you didn't need their argument about butts to blast out throughout the store ). To your displeasure, another few came strolling in. You wanted to groan in frustration at their impeccable timing. Of course, Ateez would start a live during your shift, and of course customers came flocking in as if the convenience store was suddenly a magnet.

By now, you've missed a good portion of the live, and some of the customers gave you wary looks as you trembled to hastily bag every item they purchased. You nearly ripped the register out in the process of your haste.

You thought it was finally the last of the burdensome customers, when a handful of bags of chips, ice cream pints, and ramyun cups were placed onto the counter. Sighing subtly, you glance up to give the customer a fake smile, only to gape as the male across from you has his eyes set onto your phone screen.

You feel the force of heat rush to your face like a volcano spitting out molten magma, and with a noise between a strangled gasp and cry, your hand quickly slams on top of your phone to shield the screen and hopefully save the last bit of dignity left in your system. You gripped it against your chest with a panicked grin, and his eyes flickered down and then back up to meet your own.

The last thing you wanted was for the boys to know you keep tab of their activities and projects. You were just supposed to be the friendly clerk downstairs. You muster up the energy to not feel too affected by the questioning stare the other is giving you.

"Well," the male chuckles at your perplexed and flustered expression, "I've caught you red handed, Y/n."

Your smile falters at the accusation.

"It's not what it looks like. It just popped up from my notifications- I wasn't even-"

"Hey, hey!" He suddenly quips playfully, arms out in front of him in defense, "No need to be so defensive. So, I take it you were lying when you said you weren't an Atiny?"

Your silence was a dead giveaway, and his smile only grew wider as you attempted to shrink into yourself.

"Who's your bias?" He tried again, and you laughed it off, quickly changing the topic by asking him how many napkins and spoons he needed for the ice cream. He reached a hand up to brush the red bangs from his eyes, before looming over the register a bit suspiciously. When your head snaps up to give him a look of confusion, his attention is suddenly drawn to the gas medicine displayed on the counter. You sigh in relief as you hand him the bags before wishing him a good rest of the day.

"Y/n?"

Before he bid you farewell from the door, he waved a hand up, mischievous smile plying at his lips, "Nice photocard you have there on your phone."

Your eyes glance down immediately to your device resting on the counter, breath leaving your lungs in embarrassment as the same red-head smiles back at you from your phone. Jongho's laughter can still be heard from outside even with the door shut, and you suddenly wish the floor will swallow you up to save the remaining crumb of dignity you had left.

[ssamie]

one. MIYA TWINS

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  3k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

"oyakata-sama.. why are all my things in little bags?" she asked in a timid tone

y/n was standing infront of her estate, fresh out of training only to be met by ushibayaki himself, along with about twenty duffle bags filled with her possessions

"ah, y/n. how are you today?" he asked with his soothing voice

she blinked repeatedly as a bright pink hue covered her cheeks and ears

'oyakata-sama' s voice is so smooth and pretty!!' she fawned

"i-im very fine, oyakata-sama! and i wish you good health!" she exclaims flusteredly

"thank you, y/n." he said with a soft chuckle "i sure hope the skies are clear today" 

"t-the skies are very clear!" she squeaked out, biting back a huge grin as she held her flushed cheeks in her hands. she squealed mentally as ushibayaki held out his hand which held a letter, only for the twins to grab it and voice the writings out 

"the new kimetsu dojo has been moved to the hyogo region." they read simultaneously "while we build your new estate, you and the other slayers shall live with host families, whom were picked by oyakata-sama, himself."

the girl blinked in shock as she listened intently to the twins' words. she fiddled with her dual toned hair as she sent her estate a longing glance. 

"l/n y/n. for a given time period, you shall stay in the miya residence. the miya family, has agreed to our conditions and have sworn to provide you care and shelter for as long as needed." 

"miya residence..?" she muttered in response 

the twins nodded as they disposed of the letter, standing back behind their father. 

"b-but what about obanai-kun?" she mumbled worriedly to herself 

for as long as she can remember, obanai has been staying at her estate with her. she's been so used to his presence, that she has already started seeing him as a brother or a dear friend, whom she entrusts her life to. 

"iguro shall stay at a different residence." ushibayaki chimed in 

upon hearing his voice, she straightened up and took a deep breath as she felt herself unwind. its as if his voice alone could put her into cloud nine. 

"i've taken the liberty to book you a ticket, y/n. your train leaves in three hours." ushibayaki said 

she blushed madly as his soft hands grazed hers upon giving her the ticket. 

'h-his hands are so smooth and big!! i wonder what it's like to hold them..' she thought to herself 

"we'll be off." he announced "i wish you well, my child" he said with a smile as he waved at her direction 

"thank you so much, oyakata-sama!" she bowed in gratitude 

she heard him chuckle under his breath, as well as the sounds of his and his children's footsteps gradually fading until it fully disappeared. she then stood straight as she looked around, only to find them gone. 

"oyakata-sama is so nice!" she squealed "uwahh!! he even got me a train ticket!!" she gushed flusteredly as she hugged the said ticket to her chest 

"y/n?" obanai's voice rang across the air. the black haired male peeked out of the estate's door, smiling under his bandages as he watched her jump around in glee and flusteredness by the gate 

"oh, obanai-kun!!" she exclaimed as her eyes clashed with his heterochromatic orbs 

"y/n, welcome back" he greeted in the softest tone 

she ran towards him and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, smiling brightly as she blabbered about her deemed 'life changing interaction with oyakata-sama' 

"oh, hi there kaburamaru" she said as she petted the snake with her finger 

"i see you've heard the news" obanai mused "i prepared you a bath and a change of clothes, already." he said "i-i just figured you'd be tired from training.." the male had a soft blush on his face as she started thanking him profusely, bringing him into a hug once again as she does so. 

"thanks so much, obanai-kun!! you can join me if you want" she proposed 

obanai blinked in response to her suggestion, glancing at kaburamaru before looking back at her 

"join you?... in the bath?" he asked warily 

"of course! it's not like we haven't done it before!" she said with a soft laugh 

obanai didn't laugh with her. instead, he was frozen in place, blushing madly as she pulled him along to the bath 

"now now, obanai-kun!" she cooed "you're basically like my brother! you don't have to be so flustered!" 

obanai's visibly mood visibly shifted upon hearing those words. his brows furrowed as a small frown etched onto his lips. "right.." he muttered gloomily as he turned away from her and began to undress 

she was humming a sweet melody as she undressed from her uniform and haori, facing away from him as she does so. 

"have you figured where you'd stay, obanai-kun?" she asked him with a questioning hum 

"nowhere special.. im simply staying with an elderly couple. i heard its not that far from your place, though" he replied. obanai sighed, putting his folded up clothes aside as he loosely wrapped a towel around his hips. 

"ooh!! that way we can meet up and walk to the dojo together, isn't that nice?" she hummed with a sweet smile. she dipped herself into the huge tub, smiling sluggishly as she felt the hot water drown her stress away 

"yeah" obanai replied curtly. he stepped into the tub, settling down beside her as he rested his head upon the edges of the tub. 

"i'll miss you a lot, obanai-kun~" she cooed at him "it would be so strange not coming home to you, anymore" she sulked with a small pout 

obanai simply smiled and nodded along. his lightly scarred and calloused hand rested upon the crown of her head. he massaged her scalp lightly while his other hand combed through her long pink and green hair

"i'll miss you too, y/n" he whispered. his words were slightly muffled through his bandages, but she understood him nonetheless. 

she sighed lovingly as she laid back against his chest, letting him rest his chin upon her head as he loosely wrapped his arms around her 

"i hope your host family treats you well, y/n" he said with a smile. his heterochromatic eyes look at her with love and endearment. gazing at her face and down to her collar bone. 

obanai swipes the stray strands of hair away from her neck and shoulders, nuzzling his cheek against her head as he closed his eyes. 

"im sure the miya family are very nice and collected people" she said. she giggled as she splashed the water around with her legs. 

"i heard from oyakata-sama's children that there are twins in the family" she said 

"im sure they'll be nice and friendly!!" 

"tsumu come back 'er ya dumb piss head pig!!" a loud voice emitted from inside the home 

"get the fuck away from me ya abusive dog!!" another voice yelled in response 

she smiled blankly as she stared at the door, her fist paused mid knock as she waited for the yelling to die down a little "its alright.. the miya family is nice.. they're very nice.." she chanted repeatedly under her breath 

"i must've came in the wrong time, that's all" she chuckled hesitantly 

breathing in deeply, she put on a smile as she raised her fist to knock once again. though before her hand could touch the door, it suddenly swung open, and revealed a tall blonde boy about her age, looking quite irritated 

she yelped and retracted her hand, opting to raise it to wave instead. 

"h-hello there" she greeted him 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"hey there, pretty girl" he cooed, smirking down at her with half lidded eyes as he leaned against the door frame 

'me? pretty?!' she panicked inwardly 

'he should be saying that about himself!! he's so tall and lean!! and his hair looks so soft!' 

she couldn't utter a word. she felt so small under his gaze. so she simply blushed wildly in response as she continued praising him in her head, acting as if he was a god to be glorified. 

"the hell are ya standing there for-" 

another boy came into veiw. he looked exactly like the blonde, except this one had gray hair and had a more sophisticated aura about him. 

"oh shit" he cursed under his breath 

"ya must be the new girl" he said "im osamu, that's atsumu. feel free to call him fatsumu or pisshead, no one'll mind" osamu said

"oi! shut yer trap!" atsumu snarled at him, obviously agitated that his brother was making fun of him infront of a pretty girl

'h-he's just as handsome as the blonde!! if not, more handsome!! he's so cool and mysterious!' she gushed in her thoughts

'osamu.. osamu.. that's such an attractive name..'

'atsumu.. atsumu.. i could keep saying it forever!!'

"come in" osamu said, pushing his twin aside as he gestured into their home

"right! thank you.." she replied, bowing her head in thanks as she bends down to pick up her bags

"nah, just leave that there" osamu intervened "we'll carry yer bags for ya"

"oh, thank you!" she beamed in response

'so i was right, they're both nice after all!' she thought to herself

she walked in the door, taking off her shoes and neatly placing them by the mat in respect. "im coming in, sorry for intruding" she announced to no one in particular. she marvelled in the fairly large home. her sparkling eyes darted from every nook and corner, observing every piece of furniture with interest. 

"your house is so pretty!! it's so much more different and modern than my estate" she gushed 

"why thank you, l/n-san" a feminine voice said 

she whipped her head around to face a lovely woman, presumably in her early thirties, smiling warmly at her. "you must be mrs.miya! thank you so much for letting me stay in your home!" she exclaimed as she bowed in gratitude 

"its alright! no need to bow, dear" she chuckled 

"you can call me y/n, ma'am!" she suggested with a bright and blinding smile 

the woman simply nodded and held out her hand for the girl to shake. "then you should call me mom or ma. since you'll basically be my daughter for the time being" 

her pale green eyes sparkled at the woman's words, a blush forming on her cheeks as she nodded eagerly. "okay! i'll call you mom!!" 

"oi! samu, tsumu! hurry up, lets get to know 'er together!" she called out 

"hold yer horses mom!" atsumu replied with a groan "were doin somethin right now!" 

y/n whipped her head around to see both of the twins struggling to carry all her bags. feeling bad, she then stepped up to help them. "im so sorry!! i'll carry these, you can just show me where to go" she suggested 

"nah, it's fine. yer probably real tired" osamu declined "these bags are real heavy" 

"mhm, leave it to us, pretty girl~" atsumu cooed at her with a wink 

she gushed in her head once again, blushing madly as she praised the two boys with vigor. 

"ah, no its fine.. im not that tired anyways" she said with a chuckle. she then bent down to stack the bags up, there were about five huge duffle bags in total, and carried it all at once. 

"see! im fine!" she cooed at them, followed by a beaming smile 

the twins couldn't do anything but gape at her as she started walking ahead of them, flawlessly carrying the bags with ease. 

"damn, that girl is strong" atsumu said with a whistle 

"shut the fuck up, tsumu" osamu muttered 

"whyre ya so mean to me?!" atsumu whined 

"ehh?! that's so cool, osamu-kun!" she exclaimed as she listened to osamu with sparkling eyes 

"really? it's just onigiri though.." osamu replied with a small laugh 

"well, i think it's cool you like making onigiri" she said "just like how i like to make sakura mochi!!" she pulled out a fairly large container, placing it on the table and opening it for them. "i even brought you all some of it as a thank you!" she exclaimed 

osamu reached out to take one, nibbling slightly on it to test the taste, while she fiddles in anticipation. 

"this is really good" osamu complimented with a faint smile 

her face exploded into all shades of pink, fluateredly basking in the compliment as she shakily handed him more "a-atsumu-kun! would you like some as well?" she asked him with a smile

atsumu, who was initially pouting and grumbling as he glared at his twin in jealousy, now perked up and nodded at her 

"here you go" she hummed as she picked up a mochi with a stick and handed it to him 

"... well i can't eat it like that" atsumu said with an exaggerated sigh 

she blinked cluelessly at him as she looked down at the perfectly fine mochi in confusion ".. what?" she asked 

"i said i can't eat it like that, pretty girl" atsumu smirked at her. the blonde leaned on the table from across her and pointed to his mouth. "you gotta feed me properly" he sneered 

osamu rolled his eyes while their mother laughed at his antics. 

y/n simply nodded as her hands trembled in a concerning amount. she cupped her hand under the mochi to catch any crumbs as it neared his mouth

"o-okay.. say ahh" she cooed bashfully 

'oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh' she chanted repeatedly in her head 

'im feeding atsumu! im feeding him?!? is this real?!'

atsumu grinned brightly at her as he complied, opening his mouth for her.

'mskskka his mouth is open?!?! atsumu looks so cute!' she gushed  'he looks like a little kid' 

atsumu smiled gleefully at her as he chomps away on the sweet treat, his eyes crinkling as a soft blush covered his cheeks "thanks, y/n-chan~" he sang out 

"no problem, would you like some more?" she asked him with a close eyed smile 

atsumu's jaw dropped. he stared at her with glimmering eyes as he nodded eagerly like a child. "holy shit, samu. she's so nice. ya should try acting like that sometime" atsumu said to his brother 

"fine. say ah." osamu grunted as he picked up a mochi 

as atsumu looked at him in confusion, he took this as an opportunity to shove the sweet treat into his mouth, letting the blonde choke. "what- AGH SAMU!" atsumu exclaimed 

"how was that, fatsumu? would ya like some more?" osamu cooed in a sickly sweet tone "HMPH! I HATE YOU!" atsumu huffed and crossed his arms 

he didn't attack osamu like the latter had expected, instead he pouted like a child as he gave y/n his best puppy dog eyes. "y/n-chan~ osamu's being mean" atsumu whined "we should leave him here and hang out together instead" 

"oi oi oi!" osamu scowled in a warning tone "yer makin' me look bad! don't ya dare corrupt her!" 

"y/n don't go with that pig. stay here, I'll make ya some onigiri" osamu suggested 

"ahm, okay..?" she responded with a confused smile 

"NOOO!! yer just gonna talk shit 'bout me, its better if she hangs out with me" atsumu said with a glare. just before a fight could ensue, mrs.miya stepped up and pushed the boys away from each other. 

the woman wrapped an arm around y/n as she gave the boys a look. "well, 'm sorry to break it to ya, but she won't be hanging with anyone yet" she spoke in a sweet tone, though they could clearly tell she was simply masking her agitation "she has to get prepped and ready for school" she said 

"y/n-chan is transferring to inarizaki tomorrow, so im counting on y'all to help her, aight?" 

the twins blinked in response. looking back and forth from their mother and y/n, and back at each other. "well, 's fine. i can show her around tomorrow." osamu proposed 

"nah, i'll show her around" atsumu chimed in 

"no. i'll do it. yer ass isn't needed 'er" osamu scoffs 

"i won't take crap from ya so shut up" atsumu scoffed back 

"uwahh!! atsumu-kun and osamu-kun looks so manly when they fight!!" she gushed quietly as she watched them banter 

mrs.miya laughed at the girl's words and patted her head softly "well, that's a first" she mused "usually folks would get annoyed but apparently not you" 

"but miya-san!.. or er- mom! the twins are so cute and lovable!" she countered "how could anyone get annoyed by them?!" 

"SHUT YER TRAP 'SAMU!" atsumu yelled as he slapped osamu' s nape

"why you.." osamu muttered in anger "... YOU UNMANNERED MONGREL! DON'T FUCKIN HIT ME!" he yelled 

"sweetheart, the reason is right infront of you." the woman deadpanned

though the pink and green haired girl simply shook her head and grinned. "they seem very lovely to me!" she said 

"if you say so" 

[inadaydream99]

Hi! I hope you're doing well! So I have a bit of a weird request. I was wondering if you could do like an Ateez reaction that their S/O is an animator, or an animation student. I'm sitting her animating for a class project and this popped into my head, so I'd love to see what you write! <3 Thank you!

A/N - Hey! Thanks for this request ☺️ That’s so cool that you do animation, sounds like such a fun class! I really hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with, I decided to go for more scenario based bullet points... also, I’m not the most knowledgeable on animation but I tried my best 😂

Their S/O as an animation student/ an animator

Hongjoong

Despite knowing that you are an animation student, Hongjoong hadn’t seen much of your work before

So when he lets himself into your place unannounced, to find you sat working on a project for that class, he’s a little shocked

He’s honestly not sure whether to approach you to let you know he’s here or just patiently wait until you decide to take a break?

But after watching you intently stare at your screen for a few moments he decides on the first, instantly moving up close behind your seat to gently place his hands on your shoulders

You jump a little, having not expected the sudden touch

But as soon as you turn your head to find Hongjoong you relax once again

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” You exasperatedly sigh, hand covering your racing heart

Hongjoong simply laughs in amusement

Once the shock has died down again you resume your work

“I had no idea you were so good at animation (Y/N).” Hongjoong mumbles next to your ear, leaning over the back of your chair as he watches you in complete amazement

You really have no idea how much it warms his heart to see that you are so creative (because he’s very creative himself)

“You’re too nice Joong.” You bashfully gush, shying away from him when he attempts to get you to face him properly for the first time that day

“I’m serious...” He beams, whispering as he cups his hand on your cheek, leaning his forehead against yours

Seonghwa

One thing that your boyfriend wasn’t aware of was that you spend a lot of time animating, it’s escapism for you and so when you are feeling stressed you like to shut yourself away and work on creating new characters

Seonghwa, usually being very busy himself, had never seen any of your work

But that’s mostly because you are shy... and he doesn’t know

That’s why you’re currently hiding you face in your hands, hot with embarrassment as Seonghwa stares at your work

“How did I never know you could do this?” He questions in amazement, his eyes drawn to one image in particular

It’s only small, but clear enough to know it’s of him - which only makes you more flustered

“It’s not good...” you sigh, finally uncovering you face to reach out and close your work

Seonghwa’s hand reaches out instantly, covering yours and stopping it from clicking on anything on your screen

“You’re kidding... it’s amazing.” His voice is a whisper now, his free hand under your chin to guide you to face him, just so he can convey how much he means every word.

Yunho

“Oh that’s so cute!” Yunho excitedly points out a cute little animation of two dogs cuddling into each other

He wasn’t meant to see that yet because it was something you’d been working on secretly for valentines

Being the ever excitable puppy Yunho is, you thought it would be cute to make a little animation for him to represent you both as your favourite animal

“Wait- why are you hiding it?” He pouts the second he realises you are trying to close your work down

“Because it’s not finished and I don’t want you seeing it.” You faintly chuckle

But Yunho isn’t having any of that, doing his best to persuade you to let him watch the ‘puppy love’ animation you’d made just one more time

And, of course, you comply because the elated smile on his face is worth it

Yeosang

“You did that?”

Yeosang is speechless as he watches your screen in amazement

You, on the other hand, can’t even look at him. Choosing to preoccupy yourself by playing with your fingers

“How come you never mentioned you could animate like that?” An amused smirk rests on his face as he approaches you, tucking his finger under your chin to direct your focus onto him

“I don’t know.” You swallow, your delicate voice barely reaching his ears from how lightly you speak

This only makes Yeosang more amused, however

He finds your shyness to be on another level of endearing and it makes his stomach flip

Deciding he wants you to come out of your shell more, and being the incredibly supporting boyfriend he is, he presses a little further in encouragement

“Can I see more of your work?”

San

For your final project, you had to animate a scene that was significant to you in some way

Which is honestly a lot more difficult than it sounds

You had chosen to recreate one of your most memorable dates with San; the time you sat out in the park, stargazing together

You have been working on adjusting the final movements of your characters laying in the grass, wanting each tiny detail to be absolutely perfect

“Is that us!” San whispers into your neck, pressing a light kiss as he smiles into your skin

You had no idea he was behind you, but now that you know you feel very self conscious

It’s obvious that you’ve drawn the two of you because of the bright pink hair you’d given the guy

“San~” you whine, face hiding in your hands as you feel yourself flush

You feel him snicker into you, his arms twisting tighter around your waist to pull you impossibly close

He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know he likes your work, his thumping heart can be heard out of his chest

And maybe that’s all you need to finally uncover your face and turn to him with a shy smile...

Mingi

“Why can’t I see?”

Mingi has been pouting at you, sending you the most adorable puppy eyes as he tries his absolute best to make you cave in

You see, he’d recently found out about your animations because you had ranted to him about how stressful you were finding the class

Except, you wouldn’t let him see any of your work because it wasn’t finished at the time

“Because...” you trail off, trying to come up with a decent response

“But you submitted it yesterday...” he continues to plea, and that’s when you finally sigh in defeat

Sometimes you swear Mingi’s more of a child than your boyfriend... although you can’t deny that it’s one of the things you love most about him

That and the fact he never takes himself too seriously, which you really wish you found easier to do yourself

You can’t face him as he takes a look through your most recent animations

But relief quickly takes over when you feel him pull you into a back hug, his arms encapsulating you in his warmth

His next words making your heart skip a beat from how sincere and heartfelt they are

“I promise you have nothing to be shy about when it comes to your work... you’ll definitely ace that class.”

Wooyoung

“You don’t keep secrets from me (Y/N).”

Wooyoung is frustrated at first, whiny and stroppy

But that melts away within seconds when you finally take his hand and tug him silently over to your work

A light “woah” emits from him as he takes in the short animation you’d been working on

You remain silent, your mouth dry from revealing something you’re quite proud of up to critique

Though you should know that Wooyoung would never

“This is why I’ve been ignoring you.” You finally speak up, meeting your boyfriends guilt stricken gaze over his earlier accusations

But the heavy air is cleared within a moment, pleased smiles adorning both of your faces as you take his hand in yours and interlace your fingers

“Can you teach me?”

Jongho

“I thought we told each other everything...”

Yep, all Jongho had to do was pout and you were guilt tripped into showing him your animations

You still aren’t sure how he even found out about you taking that class because it always fell at the same time as his practices

But, you aren’t entirely against him seeing a few

You watch nervously, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you chew away in anticipation

“You never cease to amaze me.” He gently thumbs your bottom lip out of its trap, smiling at you warmly

You aren’t sure what to say, all coherent responses seemingly erased from your brain

But there’s no need anyway, because the way your eyes sparkle as you stare up at Jongho tells him everything he needs to know

It conveys your relief that he likes your work, as much as, the overwhelming affection you have towards him

And he can’t resist any longer, drawing your face up close to his as your eyes flutter shut

[highonchocolate]

Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter One

First: You are here   Previous: None   Next    Ao3

Trigger warning: Name-calling and Physical Assault

Smack!  The sound of a fist colliding with flesh reverberated through the air. Marinette felt her head snap back from the force of the blow, as the warmth of her blood traced its way down her face. Its sharp iron tang filled the air as Alya and Lila looked down at her, lying on the floor, and laughed. 

Their insults filled her ears as she curled into a ball and tried to protect herself from the verbal and physical assault.

Bully!  they cried as they descended on her in a fury.

Loser! A whispered insult as they tripped her in the hallways.

Unlovable.  A sneer when they saw how she sat alone

Worthless they laughed as they kicked her in the ribs.

Liar! They screamed when she tried to plead her case.

Useless  they hissed when she refused to help.

Their words filled her ears and marched in circles around her head, drowning her in the deep red tsunami of sorrow and cruelty. 

Adrien had a photoshoot, so he wasn’t there to reign them in. They took full advantage of his absence to rough her up as much as they wished.

Blow after blow, kick after kick, she laid there, eyes closed, taking the hits. Completely still, and utterly  numb .

The sharp crack of her broken wrist, and the sickening crunch as someone stomped on her leg were the only signs that indicated they were still there. She didn’t even bother opening her eyes, even as the sharp pain of thousands of knives stabbing her leg, and spearing her wrist worked its way through her body. 

She knew what she would see.

She didn’t think she could take their harsh glares, and scowling faces. Not today.

Eventually, they got bored of pushing her around and using her as a punching bag.

They left her there, lying in a pool of her own blood. Alya and Lila high-fiving each other as they headed off to the park. The rest of them followed, chatting about various extracurriculars, and (in Alix and Kim’s case) discussing their latest bet.

Triggering Scene Over

It was hours later that Marinette found the energy to open her eyes.

She could hear Tikki fretting and flying around her worriedly. 

Her fingers twitched, sending sharp lances of pain up her arm.

As she opened her eyes, the faint buzzing in her ear solidified into words.

“-rinette! Mari! Wake up, please!” Tikki’s voice was heartbroken and terrified. “Oh my precious bug,” she cried “what did they do to you?”

It was not a question. It was the lament of a kwami, broken at the sight of her Chosen lying so lifelessly on the ground.

Her blood had crusted on her face and in her hair. She could feel the cold liquid seeping through her shirt from where she lay curled on her side. She laid there for what seemed like days until she found the energy to try and speak.

“...Tikki?” She questioned. Her voice a faint whisper. She wet her lips, ignoring the sting as she brushed the cuts on her mouth. “Tikki? Can you hear me?” She tried. Marinette’s head was pounding from the sudden noise, and she saw black flecks in her vision. Little dancing spots in the air that were slowly going larger. 

Oh Marinette! I’m so sorry this happened to you! Yes I can hear you! What do you want me to do! I can call you parents if you want! Do you want me to? Here let me get Kagami and Adrien and the rest of you team...” Tikki’s sudden frenzied rambling faded with her vision as Marinette tried to respond.

“Team.” She croaked out. “Tikki, get...team” She thought she might have responded, but she wasn’t sure. She suddenly felt very tired, Maybe she could close her eyes and just rest them for a little while…

---

Chloè had been relaxing at her daddy’s hotel when her phone rang. Leaning back on the plush leather seats of the sofa, she flicked her gem-encrusted sunglasses up off her face and reached over to her phone. She scoffed at the idea that someone would be stupid enough to interrupt her relaxation time, but then immediately smiled at the contact that flashed on her screen. “Maribug!!!” She chirped, waving her hands around wildly. “How are you? You’ll never guess what my daddy said-” 

“Chloè?” Instead of Marinette’s low, sweet voice, Tikki’s high pitched and worried tones greeted her.

 “Hey Teeks, what’s wrong? Is Nettie okay?!” Chloé questioned. Her bright smile shifting into a frown at the sound of the Kwami instead of her friend. 

“No! It’s not okay! Lila and everyone beat up Marinette! You have to help her!!” Tikki cried.

Chloé’s eyes blew wide in shock. “Of course I’ll help! Oh poor Mari…” she trailed off, mentally running through all the disasters that could have occurred. Snapping herself out of her downward spiral, she jumped off the couch and ran out of the hotel, phone in hand.

“Tikki,” she asked firmly, “can you tell me where you are?” “Of course!” The Kwami squeaked “We’re in the locker room at school! Please hurry, she’s not responding to me anymore!”

“I’m on it! Let me text Luka and Kagami. We need to bust that alley cat out of his photoshoot and go rescue our bug!” The blond heiress cried, tapping away at her phone.

“Oh thank you Chloé!” The Kwami responded, nearly crying with relief. 

“No problem. We’ll be there in ten!” She responded determinedly. 

Hanging up the call, she immediately texted Luka and Kagami.

QueenofMean: Code Pink

QueenofMean: Mari’s in trouble

SnakeyBoi: What?! Who didn’t it to her? 

SnakeyBoi: *did what 

HissIAmADragon: Who hurt our Mari-san?!

HissIAmADragon: They will taste my blade!!

QueenofMean: Do you even have to ask? It was the lying witch.

QueenofMean: She’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

QueenofMean: Now come on! She’s not responding to Tikki. We need to get Adrien out of his photoshoot and then head for the locker rooms at school.

SnakeyBoi: I’m already halfway there.

SnakeyBoi: Before you ask, your girlfriend’s with me too. ;)

Rolling her eyes at the idiocy of her friends, Chloé stuffed her phone into her pocket and ran towards Kagami and Luka’s figures in the distance. As she caught up with them Kagami turned to face her as they ran. “Adrien’s at the Louvre for his shoot. I told my mother that Mari-san was in trouble, and she said she would notify Gabriel.” she informed her.

“Your mom didn't yell at you? Impressive.” Luka responded, huffing out a laugh as they sprinted for the landmark.

“For your information Luka, my mother loves Marinette, and was willing to let me go once I informed her of the situation.” The fencer responded, not even sparing him a glance.

Chloé’s feet ached in her heels, but Marinette needed her! She couldn’t stop for some measly foot pain! Catching sight of a familiar blond head of hair, she raced even faster towards him, Kagami and Luka hot on her heels.

Adrien opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but even as he began to speak Chloé was there, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him away from his photographer. Kagami and Luka jogged in front of them as they raced towards the school.

“What-what's going on?! Where are we going? What are we doing! Does my father even  know that you guys have dragged me away?!” Several questions spilled from his lips as she towed him towards the school. Rolling her eyes at his idiocy, she opened her mouth to respond.

“-Lila and her gang beat up Mari. The school. Getting Mari to the hospital. No.” Kagami answered for her, deep brown eyes focused straight ahead. The fencer’s answers were blunt as always, but the tiny waver in her voice betrayed how worried she was for their friend.

To  Chloé’s utter annoyance, Adrien immediately stopped in his tracks and stood stock-still. He paused for a moment, gaping at nothing in particular, before a startled cry escaped his parted lips. “WHAT?!” He yelled.

Chloé glanced over to see his normally bright green eyes darken with feral anger.

“I know. I’m worried too. For now, we just need to get her to the hospital and tell her parents.” she snapped, brushing away tears with the back of her hand. The other tightened in a vice-like grip around his arm.

She heard him take a shaky breath as she continued to run. Pushing herself to go faster and reach their friend. There would be time for tears later. Right now their priority was Marinette.

As they sped up the stairs and into the school, Chloé caught a glimpse of a sausage-haired liar walking away from the school. Ignoring the liar, she opted to race up the stairs towards her friend.

 ---

It was a sunny day at the Louvre. The sparkling glass pyramid rose majestically in the background as the sunlight glanced off the clear panes. Adrien had been standing in the light in front of the famous landmark when Kagami, Luka, and Chloe came running towards him with matching expressions of cold determination. Kagami and Chloe both had tears in their eyes, and Luka was glaring at his phone in pure, unadulterated rage. Even though he knew that look wasn’t directed at him, Adrien still shivered in fear. Whoever had made the calm, laid-back musician angry was  not  someone he wanted to meet.

He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but even as he began to speak Chloe was there, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him away from his photographer. Kagami and Luka jogged in front of them as they raced towards the school.

“What-what's going on?! Where are we going? What are we doing! Does my father even  know that you guys have dragged me away?!” The torrent of questions tumbled from his lips as he quickly pumped his legs to match their pace.

“Lila and her gang beat up Mari. The school. Getting Mari to the hospital. No.” Kagami responded, her deep brown eyes focused straight ahead. Her answers were blunt as always, but the tiny waver in her voice betrayed how worried she was for their friend.

Adrien stopped moving as his brain tried to compute the information. Mari..was beaten up? She had to go to the hospital? What about her parents?! Did they know?! All these questions were running through his head as he tried to voice his concerns in a dignified way. The only thing that came out was “WHAT?!”

Yep. Nailed that one, Agreste. He thought to himself.

“I know. I’m worried too. For now, we just need to get her to the hospital and tell her parents.” Chloe snapped, brushing away tears with the back of the other hand. The other tightened in a vice-like grip around his arm.

He took a shaky breath and tried to reel in his racing thoughts. Right now their priority was Marinette.

As they sped up the stairs and into the school, Adrien caught a glimpse of sausage-haired pigtails turning the corner towards the subway. He clearly wasn’t the only one, as he noticed Luka was fingering his guitar in a way that indicated he was going to bash someone over the head with it, and saw how Kagami's hands twitched towards her fencing sabre. Reaching the locker room, Luka nearly ripped the door off its hinges in his desperation to get to their friend. They ran inside and stopped short at the gruesome sight awaiting them.