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maapllee · 5 months

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★ SHINSOU X READER

▻ Summary: You and Shinsou get caught by his mentor. [implied fem reader, aged up characters.]

▻ Fluff, awkward stuff, hope you like it <3

☁ I try to hide it in my face and it don't work, you see through that I just wanna get with you... ☁

A/n: good luck to those of you who have exams!

What is this, a funeral? Play some music: You right by Doja Cat

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You walked into the lounge behind the staff room to check on Eri. Present Mic being your mentor and Eraserhead being Shinsou's, you both had special privileges. One of them being steaming hot coffee on cold days.

Eri was lying on her tummy on the floor, colouring with pastels. "[Onee/ Onii] -san, you're back!" she exclaimed joyfully, jumping into your arms. You chuckled, catching the small child and encasing her in your arms. Eraserhead had put you on Eri-watch duty since he'd be busy for the rest of the evening. "Look! Look! I drew Papa Mic and Dada holding hands in front of their house and You and Onii san holding hands in the yard!" Eri showed you excitedly. "You're so good at drawing, Eri-chan!" You exclaimed while kneeling down to the now beaming girl's level. "Wait a minu- Why are me and Shinsou holding hands??"

"Mmm. Very interesting." A voice came from behind you, which you responded to with a squeak. Eri ran into the Shinsou's arms, the artwork now forgotten. "Shin! Don't scare us like that." You said while telling him off. "Oh, boo hoo. I can't help that you're a scardey cat." Shinsou said, rolling his eyes and walking towards the sofa. "You sneak up behind a person and then make fun of them for being surprised? What a bleak time to live in." You tutted, shaking your head sarcastically. "Enough bickering, Y/N. There are more important matters at hand, like watching Cinderella." Eri cheered happily as you sat on the couch, Shinsou starting the movie. Eri cuddled into you as she sang along to the songs, having watched the movie before.

"I'll head to the vending machine, Do you guys want anything?" You piped up, feeling thirsty. Eri, absorbed in the movie with her mouth agape shook her head half-mindedly. Standing up, you made your way to the corridor. Looking out the windows, you saw the trees gently swaying in the wind, highlights of the golden sunlight illuminating the bark. It was almost sundown, you thought to yourself. Sensei would be back soon. Standing in front of the machine, you kicked it. The darn thing was acting up again. Your head turned at hearing soft footsteps from the other side of the corridor. It was the purple-haired idiot dragging his feet along the floor, yawning while rubbing the back of his head. "Eri's asleep so I thought I'd give you some company." Shinsou said, mid-yawn. "Hmph. Like I'd savour your company." You stated, pursing your lips.

Shinsou backed you into the wall. "Speak up, pretty girl." Shinsou smirked while looking into your eyes. Smirking yourself, "In simpler words your pea brain can understand- you're boring." Tilting his head, Shinsou closed the gap between you two. "That's not what you were saying last night." He said, now nipping at your neck. "We should stop Shin, we need to get back to Eri-chan." You two jumped away from each other when a loud yawn interrupted your moment, the both of you looking in the direction of the disturbance. Eri was walking towards you two, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "The movie's almost oveer.." Eri wailed, putting her hands up wanting to be picked up. Big bro Shinsou swooped in, picking her off her feet.

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Shinsou put a cranky Eri to sleep as you stood leaning on one of the desks while looking at the now-black sky through the huge windows. You yawned, feeling sluggish yourself. You made a mental note of the things you'd have to do when you got back to the dorms. Rubbing your eyes, you looked at Shinsou who was now walking towards you. He stretched his arm to reach behind you, turning the lights down to dim the room. Your eyes wandered the room, falling on Eri, whose chest rose and fell as she breathed softly. Shinsou moved to stand in front of you, placing his hands on your hips and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. His hands snaked up to your back as you held him close, wordlessly. "Tired?" You chuckled, running your hands through his hair to comfort him. "I think I should change my name to Mr.Eyebags at this point." Shinsou joked, his hands now roaming your body.

You let out a gasp as your body made a 'thud' sound as it came into contact with the desk. Your hands were above your head, held firmly in place by Shinsou's muscular arms. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp, whining about how Eri was in the room and how Aizawa Sensei would be back any moment. Shinsou hunched over you, shushing you by placing a slender finger on your pouty lips. Not wanting to look at him, you turned your head in rebellion. "Oh, is that how you're going to play princess?" Shinsou said, pinning you down with one hand. Shinsou tickled your tummy and you resisted your very best from giving in laughing. You burst into a fit of giggles along with him just when you heard someone clearing their throat as the lights in the room flickered on.

Shinsou widened his eyes. "S..Sensei." Shinsou stuttered, trying to explain himself. You sat up, mortified. "Shinsou. Y/N." Aizawa said, pressing his temples. "How long has this been going on?" Aizawa questioned you both shifted your weight from one foot to another awkwardly. "A couple months." You piped up, your gaze falling to the floor. "We weren't gonna keep it a secret forever." Shinsou said, walking over to you. Aizawa shook his head. "I'm not saying I'm against it." Aizawa stated, now looking at you both. The silence in the room was loud, the three of you staring at each other. "....Is Yamada Sensei going to hear about this?" You questioned, wishing you could be buried a few thousand feet under the ground. "You bet." Aizawa shrugged, turning on his heel to walk towards the sofa. "Set a good example for your younger sister." Aizawa said, side-eyeing you both while picking up Eri who was still asleep.

Shinsou and You stood in silence for a while after Aizawa stepped out the room. "Wanna walk back to the dorms together?" Shinsou proposed, resting his hand on the small of your back. You nodded. "Sensei is never going to let go of this." You groaned, imaging the amount of teasing you'd have to endure from your mentor and Aizawa Sensei. "Good thing we're graduating soon, eh?" Shinsou said, poking your stomach with his elbow.

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james-is-here · 3 months

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𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭...

Waah!: The boys reaction to realizing they yelled at you when you have past trauma with yelling.

Ya-hoo!: Mn in this had a "Military" childhood, Dad treated him like a soldier and was always yelling at him whether it be commands or verbal abuse.

Yay!: Is it obvious what I'm using to label the start of my fics? lol. Anyway, Waah! is the summary. Ya-hoo! is a brief explanation or backstory, and Yay! is authors note. I need a fourth character noise for Warnings...Oh yeah! will by warnings. (Also, if you haven't got it yet, Waluigi, Mario, Peach, Luigi)

Oh Yeah!: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trauma Triggers, The boys are unintentional dicks, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, mentions of Blood, British Cigarette slur in Changbin's,

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷 (598 Words)

The door of your apartment slammed shut, making you jump. He knows to not slam doors but you put aside your slight annoyance for him forgetting when you hear him muttering. You shuffle out of your room and head to the living room where you can hear the mutters more clearly. Something about a missing track and being behind a day since they had to re-record some lines.

"Hey, Channie..." You said softly as you gently crossed your arms. You may be a strong tall boy (tm) now but Chan was starting to scare you a bit. "I-I got us food...Wasn't sure what your wanted but I got your fav-" "Mn, Just shut the fuck up!" He yelled, turning towards you. "I saw the damn food but if you payed attention to your damn phone, you would've known that I ate with the boys." "Ch-Chan...Stop. Now." Your voice wavered as your eyes began to water. "Who are you to tell me to stop?!"

The phrase made you flinch, the flash of your father about to hit you after you told him to stop yelling at your siblings made you stumble back into the wall, bumping into the side table, knocking over a vase that shatters as you slid down the wall, your hands coming up to cover your head as you beg your father to not hurt you.

The moment "Appa, No, please!" left your mouth, Chan's anger and stress from the day immediately went out the window when he realized what just happened. "Shit, Shit, Mn, I'm sorry." He swore he'd never raise his voice and seeing you like this, curled against the wall shaking, crushed his heart. "Mn, hey, jagi, can you hear me?" A sob is all he gets in reply and he sighs as tears build up in his eyes. His eyes catch the glass around your leg and he notices that you landed on some of the pieces, a few small blood patches on your sweats. He knows he needs to be gentle but he can't let them get worse as he kneels in front of you to try and move you off and away from the glass. You fight against him, your hands trying to help you crawl away but your right ends up in the glass and you cry in pain this time. "Ah, shit." Your eyes snap open to first see your hand, then the glass around you. "I-I'm sorry, I-I'll clean this up." You go to stand but Chan stops you. "No, No, N/n, let's patch you up first." "B-But I-I have to clean with the wounds...t-to be tougher." "Mn, babe, look at me." You do so slowly and finally meet his teary gaze. "Ch-Channie..." A new set of tears fall and Chan scoops you up the best he can to get you away from the mess.

"I'm so sorry, N/n. I didn't mean to yell at you, I know better, I shouldn't have taken my stress of the day out on you, I am unbelievably sorry." His hug was tight as he cried into your shoulder. "I promise I won't do that again, I promise to be more aware of how I'm feeling. I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry." You shake in his hold but slowly you melt into him, his faint cologne and tight grip calming you down as you wrap your arms around him as well. Although your leg and palm stung, you were grounded enough to know that both of you were comforting one another in that moment.

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 (950 Words)

Minho asked you a few days ago if you could meet him at his place so the two of you could finally spend time together after what felt like an eternity since the last time you saw each other.

You arrived a few minutes before him and hastily set out the food you brought, homemade from your sibling you visited a day prior. His cats surrounded you, watching you curiously as you get the food out. When you were done, you smiled at the cats before making your way into the living room and sat on the floor, Soonie crawled into your lap as Dori sat in front of you and Doongi was happily purring next to Dori as you pat his head and scratch his chin. Pausing your pets on the cat in your lap, you pull your phone out of your pocket to see if there's any updates from Minho. Five minutes ago is a message saying he's almost there and Fifteen minutes ago is a message asking if you could feed the babies for him. You're quick to remove Soonie from your lap and stand up, gathering their dishes and food when the door opens but you jump when it slams shut.

"Mn?" His tone was firm and you felt a little scared but kept in mind that he just came from either the studio or the dorms, he must've not had a good day. "In here!" You call out. "I brought my siblings home made Kimbap and Pajeon for dinner. I also picked up-" "Where's their food?" "O-Oh, it's right here." You smile gently when he reaches your line of sight. "I'm just filling Dori's-" "I sent that twenty minutes ago." "I-I know, and I have the bowls right here, just give me-" "Why didn't you do it when I texted you?" "M-Min, it's not a big deal. Look, I have their bowls." "Not a big deal? You're starving them." "Oh come on, Minnie, you're being overdramatic."

You kneel down and set the bowls near the cats before standing up and turning towards your boyfriend. "See? Now they're fed." You sassed, going to walk past him to go to your food when he blocked your path. "Minho, what is wrong with you?" You snapped. He suddenly grabbed your wrists and you whimpered at the tightness. The backbone you gained over time from your childhood was suddenly out the window as fear crept up your spine. "O-Ow, Min, you're hurting me." "I don't care. I asked you to do one simple task and you blew it off."

Tears gathered in your eyes as your thrown back to the one night you didn't do the dishes, too busy trying to finish an important, grade-on-the-line school project, and your dad came home to see the half filled sink. He had grabbed you, dragging you into the kitchen. You complained that he was hurting you and that phrase was uttered before he threw you in front of the sink, you had a bruise on your side for a week.

The tears finally fell as you squeezed your eyes shut. "M-Minho, please stop, I'm sorry I didn't feed them earlier." "Why are you crying? There's no need to be crying, you don't have a reason to cry." He shoved you backwards and you stumble into Soonie's food bowl, spilling his food as he jumps away as another memory flashes, your father said the same thing when you cried after seeing him shove your mother to the ground. You whimper quietly, stuttering as you shrink in on yourself. "I'm sorry, Appa, I'll do better, I'm sorry." Your eyes open to see the food at your feet and you silently kneel down onto both of your knees to clean your mess.

Minho was frozen, mulling over his thoughts before he sighs. He realized what happened, the night prior he slept at the dorms and was so happy he'll get to see you the next day but he had woken up with a nasty headache, fighting through the slight throb in his temples at practice and at the studio. This was his fault, twenty minutes really wasn't a big deal to get mad over but he was tired, annoyed, and in pain, he just wanted you and his babies and when he saw them without food, he just broke. He sighs as he gets on the floor with you, picking up the food with you. When all of it was back in the bowl, you suddenly picked it up and hastily walked back to the kitchen.

Minho's eyes followed you, watching you dump the bowl before pouring new food back into it. "Mn-ie..." He stood when you came back in. A gentle hand on your bicep, he takes the bowl, setting it down for the mewling cat at his feet before placing his other hand on your other arm to turn you towards him. "Jagiya, I'm sorry." He bends his knees to try and look at your eyes, tears gathering but not falling. He sighs again, standing up straight and wrapping his arms around you. He didn't say anything, he just cradled you, rubbing your back as you let the tears fall and soak his hoodie. You could tell he felt bad, gentle kisses placed on the top of your head and a couple on your cheek or hoodie-clad shoulder while he swayed the both of you gently. You take a step to try and push yourself further into his hold, wrapping your arms around his middle and his arms tighten around you. "I love you, Mn...I'm sorry." You sob into his shoulder, burying your face further into his shoulder. "L-Love you, M-Min..."

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷 (635 Words)

You knew Changbin had a bad gym day and you did everything to cheer him up and make him feel better. You made him your noodle recipe from your mom that he absolutely loves, you drew him a warm bath when he texted a small ‘Almost home’. You sent him a quick message saying you love him and can't wait to see him but he didn't reply. Today must've been really bad, hopefully your little set up in your dining room will make him happy.

When Changbin came home, you smiled, finishing up dinner before walking out of the kitchen to greet your boyfriend, but as soon as you reached the entryway of your home, the air shifted and you realized that your Binnie was in a really bad mood as you made your way to the front door. “Hey, Bin.” “Hey.” “I, um, I drew you a bath…a-and I made your favorite recipe from my mom for dinner. It's ready when you finish your bath.” “Thanks.”

You wring your hands together before taking a stuttery inhale. “Y-You okay, Bin? I-Is there anything I can do…for you?” “No, you can't do anything.” “Excuse me?” “You can't do anything.” “Binnie, you don't mean that.” You give a weary smile and hesitant chuckle. “You just might be stressed and tired-” “Now you're suddenly aware of how I’m feeling? How would you know how I’m feeling?” “Bin-” “Stop, just stop.”

He shoves past you, his built shoulder shoving you into the wall and your left hand lands on the wall to stop yourself from colliding with the wall as you turn and watch Changbin walk away. “Bin, hey-” “I just told you to stop! Like I said, you can't do anything, you can't even listen properly.” His voice was rising the more he spoke and he turned back to you, taking slow steps towards you.

“Changbin, stop taking to me like that.” Your eyes grew glossy as you tried to hold in your tears. “Why are you crying? You're so pathetic.” “Changbin!” “Don't yell at me, you don't have a reason to yell at me!” Suddenly he's grabbing your arm and pulling you from the front door entryway to push you into the livingroom. Unfortunately, you managed to trip over the corner of your rug and you landed on your side at the same time your head connected to the side of the coffee table. You yelp in pain, feeling as if you were fifteen again when your dad found out you had a boyfriend, furious that his son was a ‘Weak Fag’ and ‘pathetic’ as you collided with the wall next to the television.

The tears fell and you let out a sob as your head pounded. You reach up to your temple and pull your hand back to find some blood, looking back up to see Changbin still standing there, staring, still angry as if he didn't realize what he just did.

You got up with shaky legs and ran to the bathroom, aiming to patch your wound but the first thing you do is slide down the door with a sob and pull your phone out, calling the first contact that you manage to navigate to. Meanwhile, Changbin tossed his hands up when you ran to the bathroom, amused that you ran away from him, still not aware of what just happened.

A few minutes later, the still unlocked front door was pushed open and he got a small glimpse of Felix rushing to the bathroom before Chan was slamming the door closed and pushing Changbin against the wall. “What the fuck-” “What is wrong with you?!” “What?” “You know he has abuse trauma, why the fuck did you do it?” “What do you mean?” Suddenly, Chan slaps him, and gestures to the room. “Look around, Changbin.” There's a few blood droplets next to the coffee table, staining your messed up rug from when you tripped, Felix trying to get you to open the bathroom door, and on the dining table were dishes ready for dinner. What really brought Changbin to reality was the number two balloon and what looked like a custom banner saying “I love you, Binnie, Happy Two Years.”

Fuck

Your guy's anniversary…

(I'm ending his here but if a pt.2/continuation is wanted, I'll get it to you :)...)

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 (1083 words)

With the couple years you guys have been together, you had finally gained courage to suggest that Hyunjin moved in with you. Not like move in physically, he still lives with the boys at the dorm, I mean you let him claim your guest room to be another art studio for him. It was already your own little work space but you donated the bed, cleaned it up, reorganized, and got new furniture to surprise him with it for your one year anniversary.

Now, most of your home is covered in paintings that he's made. Either permanently or just to get it out of the room. He was with the boys when you were cleaning around, your last room of the day being the studio. You didn't do much, knowing how Hyunjin likes his things where he puts them, the most you did was put blank canvases together in the corner and put things back where you knew they belonged and knew your boy wasn't using the item anymore.

You were moving to your side of the studio when your foot slips slightly and you notice a brush of his. It was still usable but the handle was messy and slight warn and the bristles were beginning to fray. Looking at his desk, you see the other brushes which seem to be in the same state. You didn't think about it to much before smiling, biting your lip to keep the grin from spreading too wide before making your way to a set of drawers next to your desk, a collective catch all and your lucky that he's never opened the bottom drawer which contains new brushes. Black handles with a gold metal holding clean brown bristles, custom made with a little engravings on them. "Forever my prince" and "Hwang No.1". You've had them for a while, waiting for the right moment to give them since whenever you brought up the topic, he'd say the ones he has are still useful but it wasn't about just replacing his brushes, one of the brushes engravings was "Ln Hyunjin." You finally were going to propose.

You collected the old brushes and moved them to the long drawer on your desk to hide them, throw them away later. You then got an unoccupied small white vase and placed the brushes in like a bouquet before writing and small note, a simple 'Just because gift ~Mn <3' that you place next to the vase. You would've given them physically but you had some errands to run with your sibling, that's why you were cleaning, killing time.

After running errands, you came back and heard small muttering in the studio, smiling when you see his shoes before it falls when you see the slight disarray your living room was in. "Damn it, Mn, what did you do with them?" You heard him huff. What did you do? Walking down the hall, you see a few of your new brushes for him and your chest grows tight. "Jinnie?" "Mn! Where are my brushes?" "D-Didn't you see I got you new ones?" "I didn't need new ones, Mn! The ones I had are ones I'm use to." "So because you didn't want to try out the ones I bought you, you throw them on the floor?" "Mn, I didn't need new ones to begin with! If you listened to me, I wouldn't be yelling at you!"

"If you listened to me, I wouldn't have to punish you!" Your dad yelled a day after he said "Listen closely, you don't say a word about what I did to mom, I won't punish you for not cleaning the truck like I told you to do." The same day you gave in and begged your teacher that day at school to help save your family. You just wanted away from that man, you didn't want to be near him anymore but when the cops showed up, he lied, and when they left, let's just say you missed a week of school due to some bruises and your father didn't want to get caught. That's when you realized he only cared about himself and how people see him.

"I-I'm sorry...Y-You always get m-me gifts, I-I was just returning th-the favor..." "Well, you didn't have to. Now where are they?" "I-In m-my desk..." You suddenly felt like a little boy again, you felt small, confined, trapped. You wipe at your eyes with the bottom of your palm, sniffing as you watch him kick the other brushes away. "J-Jin?" "What?" He snapped. "I-I'm sorry, J-Jin-nim, I'm sorry." Chocking back a sob, you step back and run out of the room. "Jin-nim?" Hyunjin mutters to himself confused before his eyes widen, looking at the brushes before the ones in his hands clatter to the floor and he's chasing after you. You were forced to call your father Mister Jin.

Your shoes were missing and your front door was open. "Shit." He quickly slid his shoes on before running out the door. He could see you not that far away as he was quick to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around you to stop you from walking farther. "Mn, Muse, hold on." He turned you around to face him, a hand on the side of your face to gently guide your gaze up to him. "Mn, I'm sorry." "What?" You blinked a couple times before you realized it was Jin. Your Jin. "Hyunjin?" "Yeah, it's okay. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell, I didn't mean to get rational, I-I don't know what came over me, I should've just asked." "Y-You didn't even see the brushes...Did you?" "N-Not really...I-I really am sorry."

You reach a hand up to his, leaning into his touch before you remove his hand and walk back home. When you return, to pull him to the studio, picking up the fan brush with his name. "This is your last name." "I know." You pull him further into the studio but he stops to look at the other brushes as you move to your desk drawer, reaching to the back to pull out a ring.

You turn around, admiring Hyunjin for a moment before walking over to him, placing a gentle hand on his elbow to get him to look at you before smiling when his eye catches the ring instead. "Mn..." "I know you...just yelled at me and I have so many problems but...be mine?"

Got carried away with Hyunjin's but I'm a writer who loves details but sorry this took so long. Ended up making this two parts cause I didn't know what to do for the maknae's cause my brain thinks they're too precious to hurt someone but I will think of something. For now, I hope you...enjoyed? It's kinda weird to say I hope you enjoyed this since it's a trauma fic 😬 N E WAYS, I just hope it's okay.

Tagging @lakee-jakee and @belladonna6-6-6 who commented on the original post of me asking if anyone wanted this. It do finally be done :)

#straykids x male #stray kids x male reader #male reader #stray kids #stray kids hyung line #bang chan x male reader #lee know x male reader #changbin x male reader #hyunjin x male reader

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year

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STRAYKIDS REACTS

Pairing: OT8

Genre: 🌶️🌶️

Summary: You send them nudes

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some of this content makes references to nudity and some angsty moments....

Chan

Chan is rehearsing for a show later that night.

You are backstage and know that Chan is about to go on break.

You send him a photo of yourself in your newly purchased lingerie.

You go and sit in the arena, watching the boys perform.

Chan pulls out his phone while waiting for the next song.

He pauses for a moment and quickly places his phone back in his office.

He looks out to the seating and shakes his head at you.

You hear, "Okay, take a break, guys. Good work.”

You start walking to the backstage area

Chan met you in the hallway.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he says, pulling you to the side

You smile seductively as he places his hands on either side of your head.

He lifts your chin with his index finger

“I’m going to fuck you….right here….right now.”

Chan slides one hand down your arm locking his fingers with yours.

He repeats with the other hand, sliding your arms up the wall above your head.

“Shall we take this into the dressing room?"

He leans in and kisses your lips softly.

Minho

Minho was on tour, and you missed him.

You missed his touch and how he would wrap his arms around your waist as you slept.

You decided you wanted to send him a photo, so he doesn’t forget that you’re thinking of him.

You take a picture of yourself naked on the bed and send it to him.

Not even 5 minutes later, you receive a call

“Hello,” you say sweetly.

“How’s my needy baby….want me to talk you through?" Minho whispered, so you knew he was probably still at work.

You whimper, "Baby, aren't you working?" down the phone, not wanting to distract him from his position.

“No baby, you are what’s most important to me,” he said over the phone.

“Let me take care of my baby," he begged on the phone.

You finally convinced Minho to call you when he returns to his room.

Later that night, Minho would video call you and talk you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Promise me, baby, you will always call me when you're needy.”

“I promise,” you say, out of breath from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Changbin

Changbin was in the middle of a studio session with the boys.

As he casually glanced at his phone, he became engrossed in it

When he saw a photo of your exposed body, his eyes widened as he stared at it

He quickly looked around to check if anyone had seen him.

He would reply, “baby….are you really missing me that much?"

“Do you like what you see?"

“Yes baby, you look so good….but baby, I’m working right now” the boys were starting to notice him on his phone

“I really need you right now”, you whine at him through text

“I’ll be home soon. I’m almost done” he tucks his phone in his pocket and returns to work.

After another hour, Changbin decides his day is over and starts to pack up.

Once Changbin walks through the door, “I’m home.”

You greet Changbin by running and jumping on him.

He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his hips.

“My baby’s been teasing me all day” he moves your hair to the side, kissing down your neck.

Hyunjin

Felix and Hyunjin were lying down watching tiktoks on Hyunjin’s phone when your text message popped up.

Hyunjin without realising Felix was next to him opens the text message.

A gasp erupts from Felix as he sees the image on Hyunjin's screen.

Hyunjin would drop the phone on his face in panic.

“OMG….Felix close your eyes” he would scream as he rolled off the bed.

“I am so sorry Hyunjin. I swear I didn’t see anything”

Hyunjin texts immediately saying, "OMG Felix saw you!"

He would start to freak out, you decided to call him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his over reaction.

“You are such a drama queen" you laughed.

“Baby he saw you hoo ha” he was so stressed for you.

You made Hyunjin put you on loud speaker.

You spoke to Felix who agreed to never speak of this again.

“Seee babe he’s not going to say anything” you continue to laugh.

Hyunjin began to calm down after Felix started laughing.

Han

Your friend was a practicing photographer.

She had to do a boudoir photo shoot for her diploma.

Han had also had a massive day at work with his packed schedule.

He walked into the apartment looking exhausted.

He placed his laptop case on the table and said, "Hey honey...how was your day?".

"OMG amazing…. I did a boudoir shoot,” you said excitedly.

“Oh that’s nice…what’s boudoir?” He said walking over and getting a bottle of water.

“It’s pictures that you take in your lingerie“ you smile as Han spits out his water.

“Can I see you?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.

"Oh, of course baby, I did it for you” you smile at him as he blushes and walks over.

Han sits next to you on the couch as you scroll through the amazing photo your friend took.

“Holy shit” his mouth drops as he stares at the way you cover the critical parts of your body with silk sheets.

“That right there is so fucking hot” he gulps.

"Really?" you ask, wanting confirmation that he really meant it.

“Oh fuck yeah….I’ve got the biggest hard on right now” he says leaning in to kiss you.

You giggle as he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

He swings the door shut with his foot as he says, "I want you to give him a private boudoir show."

Felix

Felix loved it when you sent him nudes. He would even beg for them most days.

“Babe….you up?" he would text.

“Yeah… I’m up,” you texted him back.

It was late, around 3am in the morning.

“I need your help with something.”

“Of course…whatever you need.”

You know what Felix wants, so send him a sexy photo of yourself.

“Fuck babe, your body is so beautiful”, he would reply

“You make me so fucking horny”, he would continue.

You proceed to sext with Felix through text.

Felix would reply by sending you videos of himself jerking off back.

“Your photos turn me on so much.”

You continue to sext back and forth until Felix decides it’s time for him to go to sleep.

“I’m heading to bed, babe…but I love you and can’t wait to come home to you.”

“I love you too,” you would reply.

You missed Felix so much. His touch and kisses, the fact that he still needed you, made your heart flutter. You would smile at yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

Seungmin

You were bored watching TV in your boyfriend's apartment.

You couldn’t think of anything to do so you thought it would be a fun idea to take some nudes to surprise Seungmin with.

You stepped into the bathroom and took some semi-naked photos.

You wanted to send them to Seungmin, however he had mentioned before he found them distasteful.

You thought about it and decided to send them anyway.

“What the fuck Y/N?" you got back almost immediately.

“Sorry Minnie…. I’m just lonely" you respond.

“ You know how I feel about nudes..."

"But Minnie, don't you think I look sexy?" you replied to him.

“ Of course you look sexy..."

Seungmin would step into another room and delete the photos from his phone.

“I am coming home now” he texted you before excusing himself.

Once he got home he would scold you some more.

“Why do you think I would want you to send me that?” He would continue at home.

“I thought you might find it sexy…I don’t know” you said trying to get away.

“Do you not respect yourself?” he would say pinning your back to the wall and slowly kissing down your neck.

Seungmin would proceed to show you just how much he appreciated your body.

Jeongin

The relationship with Jeongin was only recently established.

Jeongin was in one of the biggest Kpop groups to ever come out of Korea.

You wanted to show him why he chose you as his girlfriend.

It was midday and you knew from Jeongin's schedule that he was at dance practice.

He wouldn’t be looking at his phone but you wanted him to know that you missed him.

So you decided to take a rather raunchy picture of yourself.

Jeongin stops to grab a drink of water while reading his messages as he always does during short breaks.

He sees your naked body and immediately his cock twitches in his pants.

Jeongin would excuse himself from practice and duck into the bathroom.

“Why does she do this to me?" he groans as he pulls his pants down and starts masturbating.

He would call you after puffing to let you know he was totally in love with your photos and couldn’t wait to get home.

“You better be spread out like that for me when I get home tonight”

You would giggle and say “what are you intending to do if I’m not?"

A/N : Thank you so much for reading my work ❤️ any like and reblog is muchly appreciated.

Taglist: @daceydeath @bellamuerte1987 @nightrayseishina @shellyyy177 @9900z @armystay89 @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year

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Hi!

First wanted to say I love the wereroomies series!! You’re doing a great job!!

Second, small lil headcannon if you don’t mind. I know Channie’s gf is thick/curvy. And while her self confidence is normally impeccable, there are days when it gets to her cause she doesn’t look like what media wants. You can’t tell me Chan wouldn’t be behind her in the mirror helping her with her routine leading her through mantras to herself.

hooo hooo hoo, anon. you're so smart and sexy, honestly.

i'm glad you're enjoying wereroomies ! your headcanon inspired me, so i wrote this. it's barely proof-read (i went over it like, once), but since it came out of my system i figured i should share it with you all !

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: use of the word fat (not in a derogatory way. we must destigmatise the word fat and i'll stand by this til i die sdjfbsdhjkf), references to 13 going 30, discussion of body image.

“This is bullshit…” You threw your pair of jeans on the bed, huffing and swearing away as if the thing had burnt your skin.

What a fucking week. First, the coffee machine at work broke. Second, your favourite undergarments store closed for good. And third, your favourite pair of jeans just ripped at the crotch, right where your thighs rubbed against one another. The universe was clearly testing your patience and that self-assurance you’d worked so hard for.

“Baby?” Chris peeked from the door of your bedroom, looking incredibly puzzled–not like you could notice much anyway, since you were pulling clothes out of your closet like a mad person. “Are you… Good?”

“No, I’m not fucking good”, your reply was maybe a bit harsher than how you would usually address your boyfriend, but you couldn’t really measure your words right now. “I’m pissed! Why does it have to be like this?”

You kept grumbling to yourself, pulling jeans after jeans from your closet, dropping them on the floor, trying to find a pair that would fit you like the ones that just ripped. None would, though. You knew that already. That was why these were stored here, untouched. None would hold your tummy like those did, none would make your ass look as good, none would hug your waist and your hips as well as those did.

“Hey…” Chris spoke softly, walking close to where you had dropped your pile of clothes. “Talk to me?”

You huffed, annoyed, dejected, defeated by the weights of society you so desperately tried to pretend didn’t exist. “Why? Tell me why the universe decided to make me fat in a world where fat people can’t even find proper jeans to fit us, huh? It’s bullshit…”

Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, and you just huffed again, slightly annoyed. What would he know? He wasn’t only a male, but also a male in shape, handsome, surely personally sculpted by whichever wolf deity werewolves worshipped.

You started gathering your jeans from the floor, just as Chris took a look at the entire room, his eyes finally landing on the pair you had dropped on the bed earlier. He walked to them, taking them in his hands and examining them closely. Ultimately, he heaved a sigh once you dropped your pile of denim on the bed, fully intending to try them all on, even when you knew none of them would fit. They never did.

“Babe, come here…” Chris took a hold of your hand, his soft caresses on your thumb did ease you a bit, but you still felt infuriated by the entire thing.

Pulling you close, he sat on the bed, right in front of your full-length mirror, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Chris could withstand your weight with zero difficulty, you knew this already, he’d carried you and thrown you around like a ragdoll countless times.

Hell, he’d often ask you to sit on him, borderline begging, so of course you knew he could most definitely hold your weight, but today you were particularly apprehensive about it, and it must’ve shown on your face, because he gave you his sad puppy eyes, with his sad puppy pout, and honestly, you were convinced this man must’ve studied the art of persuasion with the secret services, the intelligence service, or even fucking Kingsman.

With a sigh, you plopped yourself on his lap, letting his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close.

“I’m sorry, baby”, you mumbled against the skin of his neck, placing a quick kiss there. “I’m all grumpy today… You know I can usually stand these things, but today…”

“Don’t apologise, pretty”, Chris threaded his fingers in your hair, softly massaging your scalp in soothing motions. “It happens”.

“Mmm…” You pulled away from his neck, pouting. He chuckled softly once he took a good look at your face, pecking your lips until that pout disappeared from your face, until you were smiling and giggling.

With one final kiss, he patted your hip, a silent request for you to turn in his lap. “C’mon, let’s do that thing you do, yeah? The mirror thing?”

With his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, and pressing kisses on your cheek, you looked at yourself in the mirror–admittedly a bit hard to focus on yourself when you had your incredibly warm boyfriend smothering your face and neck with kisses.

One thing you learnt while you grew up, while you tried to find comfort in your own skin, was how the way you talked about yourself affected your self-confidence. People failed to realise how strong one’s words could be, so when you took notice of this, you started to change the way you referred to your own body, and honestly, it did help immensely.

“C’mon, pretty baby…” Chris mumbled, unravelling his arms from around your waist, shamelessly starting to caress your body. “Twenty…”

“Flirty, and thriving”, you continued the phrase, stolen from one of your favourite movies. You had been updating the decade as you aged, and it was honestly comical how much comfort it brought you.

“Mm, good, good. I’m…?” Chris attached his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses, admittedly distracting you way more than helping, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

“The baddest bitch”, you sighed, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against your skin.

“Open your eyes, babe. Say it with your whole chest”, Chris chuckled, squeezing your thighs.

You swallowed the saliva that had gathered in your mouth. “I’m the baddest bitch”.

“What else?”

“I’m hot as fuck”, you added, following the movement of Chris’ hands around your body, sounding a bit less steady than you should have. “Scrumptious. Full of love…”

“And?”

“Society can kiss my ass”, you finished, sighing at the feel of your boyfriend’s hands kneading your lower belly under your t-shirt.

“C’mon, one more time. All of it”, he whispered, so close to your ear you felt the fine hairs at your nape stand on end.

“I’m twenty, flirty, and thriving. I’m the baddest bitch, scrumptious, full of love, and society can kiss my fat ass”, it was a silly little phrase, but the more you said it, the more you believed it.

“That’s it, baby. You are all of those things and more”, Chris sounded genuinely satisfied, and it made you smile just at how supportive of your silly little ritual he could be. “Can I kiss your fat ass, too?”

You laughed at that, turning in his hold, straddling him and resting your arms on his shoulders, holding him close. “Of course you can, babes. You can kiss me anywhere you want”.

“Anywhere I want?” Cupping your rear, he squeezed your buttcheeks, attaching his lips to your neck immediately.

“Anywhere”, you confirmed, sighing in content at the feel of his plump lips on your skin.

“Mmm…” Chris hummed, pressing a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips, kissing you deeply. “Then I will. And later, if you want, we can go around the city to get you a new pair of jeans. After we drop these ones to get repaired, of course”.

“Repaired?” You pulled back, looking him in the eyes, incredulous.

“I know a place”, Chris shrugged, sneaking his hands under your tee and dragging his arms up and down your sides, generously squishing your soft flesh. “It’s really easy to destroy clothes when you have supernatural strength, baby. We need to get thrifty”.

With a chuckle, you pushed on his chest, and Chris immediately let his body fall on the bed with the motion. Leaning into him, you attached your lips to his, revelling in his satisfied hum as soon as you rested your body weight on him and kissed him deeply.

also figured i'd tag anyone that wants to be tagged in my wereroomies instalments, if you don't want to be tagged in little ask responses like these let me know !

@raspbinniecreme @staaa96 @oiminho @dundullresident @honey-lemon-goose @straylightdream @carefully325 @lavenderxkies @starshine-moon @biribarabiribbaem @meowmeowhoon @100layersofdaddyissues @dearalice @alexis-reads-fics @xcookiemonsteer @knowleeknow @chanlovesme @liminaldaydream @sstarryreads @svngiem @notastraykid @princelingperfect

#stray kids supernatural au #stray kids werewolf au #bang chan fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfiction #bang chan fanfiction #bang chan fic #bang chan x reader #chan x reader #skz fanfic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #werewolf chan #werewolf bang chan #✨🌙✏#ask #anon #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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sunoorintarou · 9 months

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Catharsis: Something only we know.

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Getou Suguru

Warnings: Mentions of mental health, brief implications of child abuse, reader blames herself for everything, self loathing, mentions of health and eating disorders, Getou is still Getou, very angsty to somewhat comfort, Getou sees himself in reader

Notes: Hoo boy, this was alot. I love Getou tho so in this au, he will still be himself, but anyways pls prepare yourself for angst!!

"Getou - San?" You asked, finally finding the courage to voice your concerns. It was a hot day at the beach, as usual. Mahito was terrorising Jogo and Hanami while Getou rested with you in the shade.

"Yes, Y/n - chan?" Getou looked up from the book he was reading. It was unusual for you to suddenly speak to him, so he decided to give you his full attention when he did.

"Can- can I tell you, about my cursed technique? Is it OK, just, for insurance sake?" You stutter. You had been wanting to speak to Getou about your Cursed Technique since you met him but hadn't gotten the guts to till now.

"Of course, Y/n - chan, what is it?" Getou had been anticipating this conversation. He had been equally curious about your cursed technique, wanting to see the limits and advantages it held. But he didn't want to scare you off. You were the most closed off member of his 'family', and he knew you'd need time to tell him these things.

"Basically, my cursed technique... I can turn curses into various precious gems and alloys by touching them and absorbing them..." You started, knowing full well this wasn't what you wanted to say most.

Getou hummed, this was the basic information about it you had told him, but you were hesitating, clearly having something weighing on your mind. So he stayed patient, nodding along gently.

"The thing is... when I absorb curses... I feel sick, in here." You pointed to your chest, hands trembling ever so slightly.

"It's like, they become a part of me. Not in the soul way, but in the way where I can feel all the misery and pain, all those disgusting emotions that they held in me, I really feel it, in my bones and it makes me feel so so sick. I just-" You brought your knees to your chest, gently leaning your forehead against them.

For the longest time, you felt as if you were drowning. You had been physically sick for the longest time after the incident with your legs. You had nose bleeds so often the scent of blood seemed to linger around you. You could barely hold down your food, skipping meals or rushing to the bathroom, to expel the contents of your stomach.

It only got worse after what happened to your arms and Yukio. Although it seemed like your body had accepted the alloy immediately. It hadn't. You started vomiting blood, feeling such excruciating pain when the alloy started to spread into your bones, through your veins, forming it's own nervous and muscular system. There were days you couldn't even leave your bed, head spinning to the point you couldn't tell reality from dreams.

Those were the days you had simply locked your door, knowing the others would be worried and accept your mourning. Yet, it was so much deeper than that because a part of you felt as if you deserved this for what had happened to Yukio.

You were scared. What if he wrote you off or laughed at you? For being so weak? You couldn't even take absorbing a couple curses? What if they were right, everyone else, your past friends, your parents, what if you really were just pathetic and weak-

You froze when you felt Getou's hand on your head, looking up at him with eyes glazed over in gold.

If there was one person you understood your feelings better than anyone else, it was Getou. The feeling of swallowing curses was so disgusting to him. He despised it more than anything. Even worse when absorbing them into your being. He knew how you felt first hand. The only difference was that he could get rid of that feeling by releasing them and you... could not. They were truly a part of you.

"Ah, right, right, I need to, to say something else. My body- has a built-in network of gems and gold. I don't know how to explain it but it's like a, a nervous system. It covers my bones and everything, then it crystallises to stop bleeding- that's why-" you decided showing him was better than trying to explain.

You grabbed your finger in one hand, taking in a deep breath when you snapped it off. Getou's eyes widened, watching how the previously exposed muscle and bone was covered with gold in a split second to stop the bleeding.

You then chipped away the thing layer of gold before placing your hand back against your hand. Immediately, liquid gold repaired the crack. You moved your finger, tilting your head to look at Getou.

"Doesn't it hurt? Doesn't it have any negative effects?" Getou asked, looking at it in surprise.

"I- if, if it's a lot of my body and I can't get it back- like, my consciousness, I think, I don't know, but it lives in the crystal. So whenever I lose parts of my body, I lose parts of myself, I- I start to forget things, names, people, places, I- it does hurt. Alot." Your voice went soft, a tear running down your cheek before you could stop it.

"Then don't use it. You're powerful enough without using that part of your Cursed Technique, and if it's hurting you, then stop. Even if you're fighting and feel like that's the only way to win, ask for help. One of us will always be with you. Because if you do use it, even if you win, it won't make up for what you lose."

As you looked at Getou, although his voice was gentle, you could tell he wasn't actually there with you. He seemed to be reliving something in that mind of his. Eyes out of focus as he gently patted your hair.

Getou was saying to you, things he wished someone could have said to him all those years ago. Not those exact words, heck, maybe not even anything close to that. But all he wished for at that time was for someone to hear him and tell him it would be OK. It wouldn't fix anything. The path Getou was to walk on was fixed, predestined from the second he was born into this cruel world. But perhaps, it could have delayed the inevitable or helped him enough to not blame himself.

"Getou - san..." Tears built up in your eyes, gold trailing down your cheeks, and that seemed to bring Getou back.

"There, there, it's OK. We'll just be careful, Phosphophyllite only has a hardness of 3.5 after all." He teased, gently patting your hair. He couldn't change the past, but he could choose his future, and that's all that mattered.

#houseki no kuni #jjk angst #jjk x hnk crossover #land of the lustrous #phos!reader #catharsis #hnk x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #platonic getou suguru #getou suguru angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #getou x reader

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1orbitxjupiter · 6 months

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Urahara x reader

Male reader

Type:

Warnings:none

It's a nice sunny and calm day at urahara shop

Right now the shop is closed for some cleaning and restocking.

At the moment Ururu is sweeping from top to bottom while Tessai is restocking shelves

Then there's Jinta on trash duty.

Now. [Reader] AKA you, is carrying boxes of snacks for Tessai (you snuck a lollipop in your pocket for Ururu)

You go back and forth carrying boxes from one place to another. You take small breaks in-between since they're slightly heavy.

Urahara decides to take a peek at you

"yoo hoo [nickname] chan~!" He says while waving his fan

(lol)

*you wave at him while your picking up the next box*

When you bend over you're butt catches his eye

(Author note: men CAN have level 100 gyats too 😡)

As you're bending over to pick up the box he froze in place. He doesn't really pay attention to your butt that much

But when he did he was flabbergasted (lol)

As you get back up while holding the box you saw his face slightly red

"Are you alright your face is turning red!" *You say in a worried voice*

He plays it off by saying "Oh no I'm ok just a little under the weather!!"

*He covers his face with his fan*

[Reader says]

'Well alrighty I'll make some tea for you when I'm done."

*Urahara nods*

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!

-from: OrbitxJupiter🪐

#x male reader #bleach urahara #urahara kisuke x reader #Male reader x urahara kisuke #bleach x male reader #bleach fluff #bleach anime

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shimamitsu · 9 months

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feel free to share your thoughts in the tags!

brief summaries if you need to refresh your memory below

scene 11: pt. 2 of shimamitsu's little misunderstanding. the next day, mitsumi asks mika for advice and realizes what she really wanted to say to shima. after school, she tells him that things are dull when he's not around. shima tells her he doesn't want her to believe or even listen to the rumors going around about him. he says it's the first time he's been real friends with a girl. the chapter ends with mitsumi calling fumi and asking her if she can feel that way about a friend

scene 19: the chapter starts with a flashback of young shima reciting lines to cheer his mom up. after both shima and mitsumi hear their classmates talking behind her back, shima talks to her. shima wishes she doesn't get hurt and never changes who she is inside. they dance to the musical number they're preparing for the school festival for a few seconds. after that, mitsumi tells him that she trips up a lot, but that makes her a pro at jumping back up. the chapter ends with their classmates singing happy birthday to shima and his mom finding a festival flyer in his room

scene 22: at the school festival, ririka accuses shima's mom of making him act for her sake again. after picking keiri up, shima's mom leaves. mitsumi realizes ririka did it on purpose and before she can say anything else to shima, mitsumi strikes her famous anteater pose. while doing his last show, shima wonders what the thing he feels towards mitsumi and kanechika is and realizes it's jealousy. after the show, shima tells ririka he doesn't want to follow her down a destructive path anymore and that he enjoys his school

scene 27: after the events of pt. 1, makoto hangs out with her senpai from her club. when she mentions yuzu and he calls her "the pretty one", she starts overthinking and gets frustrated. they part ways, she calls yuzu and shes asks makoto to hang out. when they meet up, yuzu tells her she looks super cute and fixes her hair. while listening to her speak, makoto thinks that being friends with her makes her happier than yuzu will ever know. the next day, her senpai sees her in the hallway and he thinks she was cute the day before

scene 29: while chatting with a co-worker, nao-chan reminisces abou the days she spent taking care of young mitsumi back in her hometown. in a flashback, nao-chan picks up mitsumi from kindergarten and mitsumi shows her a flower crown. nao-chan tells her she'd always wished to be a pretty girl who wears pretty things like her. after a while, mitsumi gives her a flower bracelet, nao-chan asks her if she's cute and mitsumi answers that she's super cute. back in the present, mitsumi's family receives the new year and her dad calls nao-chan. she tells him she'll visit them this summer and bring mitsumi's friends with her

scene 31: after the events of pt. 1, mika tells mukai she's gonna confess to shima and asks him if it would gross a guy out to receive chocolate from her. mukai tells her the average guy would be psyched. mika confesses, shima turns her down and she cries while saying she's glad she's allowed to fall in love. the next day, the girls share sweets and mitsumi gives shima a little heart shaped chocolate

scene 33: mitsumi and her friends hang out after school to celebrate her birthday. nao-chan meets up with goro, her boyfriend, and tells him that even if she loves mitsumi, sometimes she can't help but feel she has the life nao-chan always wanted. the next day, nao-chan makes her pancakes. the chapter ends with mitsumi telling shima her aunt's the best

scene 39: after yuzu's friends set her up on a date without her knowing, she has an argument with them and goes home early. the girls find out about this from shima, so makoto visits her and tells yuzu she wishes she'd tell her when she's hurting. while crying, yuzu asks makoto if it's ok if she doesn't have many friends, and makoto tells her it is

scene 45: mitsumi and ujiie compete for the position of student council president and mitsumi wins. ujiie cries and tells her how he really feels about her and that she wouldn't get his struggles. mitsumi also cries and says she gets it and tells him she knew all of it was impossible for her while thinking about shima and her friends

scene 46: mitsumi and shima go on a picnic date. after having a talk, they decide to break up. even if he agrees, shima still feels upset. mitsumi reassures him and tells him that no matter who he is, she'd still like him, and that's why she wants to be friends. the chapter ends with both of them walking while holding hands

#pls vote i'm curious and also bored #i have a list of my fave chapters and there are like 20 of them but i picked the top 10 for length reasons... it was hard #most of these are fan favorites anyway #skip and loafer #skip to loafer #using the tags so more ppl see it hehe

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hunieday · 1 year

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Momo Sugao Rabbit Chat - Part 5 : A senior's back

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Congratulations on the release of your “Sugao” issue, Momo-san! I bought it immediately!

Momo: You already bought it! Thanks ー(*°▽°)/°･:*

Momo: As expected of Maneko-chan, your check-in speed is professional!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Takanashi Tsumugi: I was totally looking forward to seeing the issue you were in!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I heard that some bookstores had already sold out, so I’m glad I decided to buy it early !

CHOICE

1- The interview about your relationship with the juniors was wonderful!

Momo: I was only talking about drinking and hanging out, though lolol

Everyone is so cute, so I have to take care of them all the time (｡-人-｡)

2- I learnt a lot about training methods from the interview!

Momo: Gaku also contacted me earlier and asked me to go train in the gym together.☆

3- The cover photo of Momo-san looks great!

Momo: I know, right?

Momo: Yuki told me that I was “properly talking with my back”, he complimented me! Hoo━ヾ(*´∀)(∀｀*)ﾉﾞ━ray!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Also, I want to thank you for helping Riku-san the other day.

Apparently you helped him out when he was in trouble at the TV station…!

Momo: Ahh, you mean the time where he got caught up with the bad staff?

There are people who want to make things difficult sometimes.

Please tell him not to worry about it, it wasn’t Riku’s fault.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you very much….

I’m sorry for entrusting you with something that should have been a manager’s job…

Momo: You have your own work to do, and you can’t be with everyone at all times, it can”t be helped.

Momo: That's why your seniors are here, so you can always rely on them!

Momo: If you don’t depend on me, Momo-chan will feel lonely (/ω・＼)

Takanashi Tsumugi: please allow me to return the favor…!

Momo: You sound lolol you sound like a samurai lololol

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’ll help you in any way I can, Momo-san…!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: Thank you!

You’re very dependable, Maneko-chan, so I’ll rely on you again! d(`・ω´・+)!

Momo: I’ve heard that your back muscles workout is paying off well, as well! Okarin told me that you’ve reached LVL 3 of that video!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, I reached it the other day…!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: Okarin was a little shocked to hear that Maneko-chan is at level 3 when he’s at level 2 lol

Takanashi Tsumugi: Oh, so that’s why he was a little surprised when I was talking to him…!

Momo: Lately he’s been trying to follow your example and build up his own manager-muscles, so he sometimes drinks protein shakes lol

Momo: Isn’t our manager cute (●´ω｀●)

Takanashi Tsumugi: Okazaki-san, even though you’re so busy, you’re amazingly stoic…!

Momo:

Takanashi Tsumugi: As you mentioned in your theme of “Speaking from the back”, Momo-san, Re:vale-san really are the seniors taking the lead in promoting the idol world and protecting it…

Takanashi Tsumugi: IDOLiSH7 and I will do our best to follow in your footsteps and also set a good example!

Momo: As expected, you’re very reliable!

Momo: We’ll do our best not to be overtaken!

#i7 #idolish7 #idolish7 translation #sugao #momose sunohara #momo #ainana #id7 #re:vale #momo re:vale

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 1 year

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Hi again. Requests on Sabo at your service 😂 I love it too much 😍 anyway. I'm still here because the first request was great! You write very well. I put you if you allow me in the favorite writers that I discovered on this site! ♥ and also if ever another idea comes to me, let me come back to let you know *bows*

Good ! we're going to go to my dear and adorable Sabo.... I don't know if you write nfsw? Let me know if it's yes or no (so I can see what kind of request I'll send you)

So, reader will be in the revolutionary army before Sabo, she meets him at her mission in fuschia. Then after his accident, she helps him to overcome this ordeal and years later, Sabo discovers that he loves her but how to tell her given how much he is not comfortable with himself and says to himself he doesn't deserve happiness

I don't know if it's angst or not, but it's too hard to be soft... Especially the last sentence. Sabo-chan, you deserve all the stars in the universe, don't think like that 🤧 a happy ending at the end where I (reader) comfort him. I trust you to bring sabo's insecurities to the fore and how reader comforts him

Hello friend! Thank you again for such a wonderful request! I appreciate the compliments and would be honoured to be included among your favourites. I love this idea, and I really hope I did it justice.

(P.S. - I'm okay with writing NSFW stuff. I haven't had the chance to update the rules section of my blog to say so because I am fairly new to the genre, so just a fair warning).

(P.P.S. - HOO-boy, this got out of hand. IDK what possessed me but ~ I'm afraid I'm gonna have to break this fic into two parts. I hope that's okay 😅).

Anyways - Enjoy!

All My Life

Part 1

Sabo x F! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: Slight Canon Divergence, Revolutionary!Reader, Besotted!Sabo, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Amnesia, Light Angst & Mild Cursing.

This was the life - her life. Ever since birth, she'd been raised under the credo of the Revolution. It was as a favour to Dragon himself that Y/N and her parents left HQ to live under deep cover in the East Blue. A secret of the highest clearance was hiding there, he told them. The orders were to 'guard it with your life'.

She'd been born this way. The Army's youngest ever spy.

And that's precisely what she did. The moment she met a kid named Monkey D - she knew her mission had begun. Guard it with your life. Guard it with your life. Her leader's words rang in her ears for years after that. Keeping a razor-sharp eye on those blasted pirates that blew in and out of town with the wind. Biting the hands and feet of those blasted bandits whenever they invaded. Their leader, 'the Bear,' would never risk the humiliation of admitting half his wicked scars were from the end of her daggers.

When young Monkey D came away from those tumultuous times with merely a few stitches under his eye (self-inflicted, mind you), Y/N was half tempted to consider her mission a success. Little did she know -- the lion's share of her protective duties had only begun.

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He wouldn't remember this for years. For years. And part of him was still ashamed to admit it to this day. He wouldn't remember the (h/c) girl with those fierce (e/c) eyes and that wicked pair of daggers at her sides. He wouldn't remember how she was his brother's first protector. Bandaging his rubber-skinned wounds and wiping his cry-baby tears with calloused hands. He wouldn't remember how the dappled sunlight of the jungle would play across her hair, sparking the flint in her eyes. How she could swing from the branches as limber as the wind and carve all their initials into the trunk of their tree house. Years went by, with him never knowing those golden days existed.

What he remembered, instead, was a hospital room. Bandages prickling his skin from head to toe. The smell of cotton was overpowered by night sweats and disinfectant. Not to mention the stench of Ivankov's various perfumes and powdered shoved in his face as soon as he awoke. Y/N would always laugh remembering that part, telling him he 'screamed like a monkey'. She'd be laughing so hard she'd be wiping tears. Mostly happy ones, he thought.

She was right there at his bedside when he woke up. Gripping the brim of his hat so tight, her knuckles were white. She handed it to him so he could see his name embroidered on a little tag on the inside. Sabo. Part of him feared he wouldn't remember that much if not for her.

When Dragon and the others discussed the idea of sending him home...remembering that jolt of fear of panic stills sends a shudder down his spine to this day. He cried out against it. Begged them to let him stay. He's not sure his please would've worked if Y/N hadn't protested alongside him. Telling them about the horrors she'd witnessed in Grey Terminal. The cruelty of the Goa Kingdom. When she spoke, there were tears in her eyes.

Years passed, and together they stayed.

She brought him books while on bedrest. Told him stories when his eyes got tired. Shared meals with him by candlelight in that lonely hospital den. Not all the stories were happy, but that was okay. Cause her voice captured each emotion expertly. Even when she wandered to his bandaged side, he learned to read her voice as clearly as any picture book. Learned what it sounded like when she smiled when she laughed.

She was right there beside him when he woke up from night terrors. Or when the headaches set his vision on fire. When shivers wracked his body, locking his bones together till he couldn't breathe. She was right there beside him. Her calloused hands pawed at hospital sheets when they finally removed the bandages. He saw his fingers for the first time. Her breath caught. She wouldn't think he heard her, but he did. How could he not?

The Doctors held up a mirror - and he saw it all. The molten skin coating half his left side gleamed in the dim light like a spider's webbing buried into the cracks of his flesh...absorbing his left eye. The blue of his eye had exploded like those supernovas he had read about in books. He tried to look, to see the doctor without turning his head, but all he saw was a blurry minty white. Like the sheets beneath his hands. Like the pallor on Y/N's face when she finally saw the damage done with her own two eyes. --And she cried.

He never thought it'd hurt so much to hear her cry.

She was on his left side the first time she told him about her family. How mercenaries had captured and tortured her best friend. How her parents had been lost trying to help others escape this huge fire that Nobles had set in the slums of her home. She told him spontaneous fires started there sometimes with discarded metals or glass catching the light in the summertime, but it had never been so bad as that day. From the pit that swallowed his gut, he knew instinctively that fire was no accident. All those people... razed to the ground on someone else's whims. Sabo felt sick to his stomach.

It was the first time he had tried to reach out to someone. What with his squeaking-taut skin, stiff muscles and aching bones. But he swore his heartbeat stopped when she wrapped her arms around his ribs. When she buried her salty tears into his collar, everything paused. Frozen in time. In the moment when her warmth was pressed against him. Where the drumbeat of her heart somehow eclipsed his own.

Looking back now, it seems almost silly how long it took him to figure it out. They knew how much trouble they'd get into sneaking into each other's barracks at night to read, study, or just talk until the candles burnt out - but they did it anyway. Sometimes they'd goof off in class just cause they knew they'd get detention together. He'd volunteer to peel apples and potatoes with her and Koala for kitchen duty. He'd drape his coat over her shoulders when she fell asleep in the library. He knew she'd always pick up his hat if he ever forgot. Or if some punk was dumb enough to try and swipe it off his head. Sabo swore she was even more protective of that hat than he was, sometimes.

She tried to brush him off when he teased her about it. But even though he could no longer see the blur of her hair on his left side - he could still hear how her callouses brushed that little tag stitched on the inside. The one with his name embroidered in small, crooked blue letters. He took that hat and shoved it atop her head.

She squawked and shoved at him, 'What the he-Sabo!'

Sabo laughed. 'Come on, why so serious, Y/N? The hat's just as much yours as it is mine. You can wear it whenever you like.'

Y/N stilled. It took him a few strides to realize he could no longer hear her boot strides beside his. He turned and looked at her. Really looked at her. There, rooted to the spot. Dust mites danced in the sunlight around her, glinting off her hair. Her face was cast in shadow beneath his hat. But her fingers clutched the brim, pale white and trembling. She knew that shiver in her grip. That warbled in her voice, even if it was just one word:

'R-really?'

The ground was swallowed beneath his feet in a matter of seconds. He clasped her shoulders, stilling her shivers. 'Really, really,' He ducked his head. Bowing down just enough so he could see the saltwater glint in her eyes. 'Besides,' he grinned. 'My stuff looks good on you.'

She snorted at that. 'I thought you were just saying this hat was ours?'

'I am,' he straightened. 'The fact that it was mine first just makes it better.'

Another indignant squawk. 'You jerk!' Sabo burst out laughing, dashing down the hall way before she could catch him. 'Hey! Get back here, you!'

Sitting around those crates of apples and potatoes, they'd poke and prod and nudge at each other. Just enough to screw with their carving job and *usually* not enough to result in injury. Then Hack would scold them or Koala would scoff at them something like 'grow up' or 'get a room, you two'. Sabo would duck his head from Hack, rubbing at the burn in his neck. Other times he'd stick his tongue out at Koala, even if he knew he was blushing. But for Y/N, the effect was immediately and vastly different.

She would sit stiff and ramrod straight. Her skin burned red from the crown of her head to the tips of her fingers. Then she'd jerk her head down. (H/c) hair falling and obscuring her face, chin tucked to her chest. Hands nimbly returning to their task with almost machine-like accuracy. Sabo's stomach always swooped at the sight, not in the good way he'd grown to like around her. This was like an icy chill washing down his spine, though he didn't know why.

When he'd turn his head to look at her, the growing darkness on his left side could nearly convince him that Koala and Hack weren't even there. That it was just the two of them. Whittling together to their heart's content. And at that moment, he knew exactly what to say to break Y/N's spell.

'Tell me about the brothers again.'

In an instant, the whole world would light up. As if by magic. Y/n would jolt to look at him. (E/c) blown wide and- and precious. He didn't know how else to describe it. Only when she searched his gaze, it was as if she were raking over his very heart. Searching every nook and cranny until - she smiled. Whether it was a dandelion, sunshine, or a supernova kind of smile, he could never help himself from smiling back. Nodding her along to make sure: go on, I'm listening.

And then off she'd go, launching into one of her infamous tales of 'The Pirate Brothers and me'. She told him about how they'd hunt together in the mountains. All their misadventures learning to beg, borrow and steal from the upper crust of Goa Kingdom. They and their little crew of wild kids saving up to sail into the great unknown. He loved how she gave each of her friends' little nicknames like 'Blondie' and 'Freckles' and 'Meathead' and laughed when she remembered their antics. Sometimes she cried for missing them. Sabo knew it was the good kind of crying, but that didn't make his chest ache any less.

It wasn't until news hit the papers that he knew exactly why.

ROGER'S SON, FIRE FIST ACE, DEAD AT MARINEFORD

The moment he read that headline and saw Fire Fist's, Portgas D, Roger D -- Ace's portrait on the front page news--the floodgates opened. Every nightmare. Every seizure. Prickling fiery pain over his skull. The aching squeak of taut skin. Stiff muscles. Fused bones. Nightsweats and feverish blurs of memory across the back of his eyes. His blind eye burned and ached. But never saw a thing any more.

The burn of water and smoke washed through his lungs. Flashes of sensation flared in his mind, behind his eyes, beneath his skin. The weight of an iron pipe, the breeze of the jungle, the light of the sun - he felt it all. Everything came crashing down at once. His knees cracked against the stone floor. His chest ached. He couldn't tell if he was set on fire or drowning. Everything was damp. He couldn't breathe. Everything within him, every fibre of his being rebelled, shocks along every nerve, pain from every thought. Ace is dead. Ace is dead. Ace is dea- Ace!

He screamed. Everything turned black.

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27, Oct. 2023: PART 2 OUT NOW!!

#sabo x reader #sabo x y/n #sabo the revolutionary #one piece sabo #one piece #rosewolf writes #mugiwararosewolf #portgas d ace #ace one piece

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lisutarid-a · 7 months

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[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Pretty hair

LIST OF CHAPTERS

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Neko: Whaaah, it's hot, it's hot! Wagahai is burning!

Saya: Good morning, Neko-chan. It suddenly got hot.

Neko: Uhm, thanks to that Wagahai feels sluggish…

Neko: The classroom is cool and air-conditioned. Wagahai don't want to leave the classroom forever!

Saya: Neko-chan, you don't like the hot weather, do you?

Neko: Ugh, I don't like the cold. I don't like the hot weather even more!

Neko: When it's cold, I have to wear a lot of clothes, but when it's hot, if I take off too many clothes, I get scolded. Wagahai hate clothes!

Saya: Hate clothes…?

Neko: That's right! Because Wagahai is a cat and cats don't wearing clothes!

Saya: Don't take it off, okay…?

Neko: …Even if I want to take off my clothes, various people stop me, like Gohan.

Saya: There are boys in the classroom. You can't take off your clothes.

Neko: Is that so? I can't do that because there are boys here? So when it's just me and Gohan, it's okay?

Saya: U--Uhm. In that case, it's okay, I guess…?

Neko: Woo-hoo! I'll undress in the clubroom next time! Gohan will take off her clothes, too!

Saya: I-I won't take it off!

Shiro: It's been so hot since morning, I thought I was going to melt. Good thing I changed my clothes today.

Saya: Yeah. I feel a little cooler.

Saya: Ah. Good morning, Kuro-kun.

Kuroh: Good morning. …You're all here? That's unusually early.

Shiro: Oh, by the way, Kuro, why don't you cut your hair? It looks a bit hot…

Kuroh: What's with that way to start a conversation. I'm not hot and there's no reason to cut it.

Kuroh: She's probably even hotter than I am.

Neko: What!

Kuroh: I wouldn't say to cut it off, but at least put it together.

Neko: No way! It's a hassle! Why don't Kuro just cut off his!

Saya: N-Now, now. Don't fight, you two…

Kuroh: Hm…

Shiro: Haha…I thought I said that lightly, but seems it was too much…

Saya: I'm going to Kuro-kun.

Shiro: Uhm. Sorry. I'm counting on you.

Saya: Hey, Kuro-kun, are you growing your hair long?

Kuroh: I'm not growing it out. It's inherent to hair to grow. …I won't let you cut it off.

Saya: I'm not thinking of cutting it off. It's so smooth and beautiful.

Kuroh: Really? Your hair is shinier and more beautiful.

Saya: Thank you. I'm taking care of it, so I'm glad to hear you say that.

Saya: …If you don't mind. May I touch your hair?

Kuroh: I don't mind, do what you want.

Saya: (Amazing…They don't pull together at all)

Saya: (Kuro-kun, what kind of shampoo are you using?)

Kuroh: …Do you enjoy touching my hair?

Saya: Uhm. It's smooth and comfortable to the touch, and it's very pretty.

Kuroh: I see. That's the first time someone's said that to me.

Saya: Eh! But it's so pretty…So you haven't been touched much?

Kuroh: Yeah. Not many people want to touch a man's hair.

Saya: Is that so? If it were this beautiful, I'd want to touch it all the time.

Kuroh: No one has ever said that to me before. You're strange.

Kuroh: …But being touched by you is not bad…

Saya: (Kuro-kun's voice sounds somehow gentler than usual)

Saya: (I wonder if he's remembering something…)

Kuroh: …Ouch! Oi, you're putting too much strengh into it now!

Saya: H-Huh? Sorry, I just got a little spaced out.

Kuroh: Don't space out when you're touching someone's hair. What if you pull it out…!

Saya: Ahaha…Sorry.

Saya: Thanks for letting me touch it.

Kuroh: What were you thinking about when you spaced out?

Saya: Eh?

Kuroh: What was so important on your mind that you had to pull my hair?

Saya: Nothing important. I'm really sorry.

Saya: Kuro-kun also looked a bit distracted, were you thinking about something?

Kuroh: A little. I was remembering the old days. When I lived with Ichigen-sama, he often brushed my hair like this.

Kuroh: It felt so good to have my head gently nudged. I dozed off.

Saya: (I see. He was remembering the old days…)

Kuroh: Come to think of it, this is the first time anyone else has touched my hair except Ichigen-sama.

Saya: So…Does that mean Kuro-kun approved me?

Kuroh: What's wrong all of a sudden? It's natural, we're comrades.

Saya: Comrades…Fufu, thanks! Huh, but Shiro-kun and Neko-chan never touched you?

Kuroh: If I let those two touch me, they'll give me a weird haircut and pull out every single hair.

Saya: Ahaha…I can't say that won't happen…

Saya: (I feel like I'm getting to know Kuro-kun better than before…)

Saya: (I'm glad he called me a comrade…)

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#k project #gakuen k #gakuen k wonderful school days #otome translation #yatogami kuroh #isana yashiro #neko

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duckletranslations · 2 years

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If you say “Little Kitten”......?

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Natsume, Kaoru, Arashi

Associated Gacha: Notre Recontre (CN/KR exclusive)

Kaoru: Hm…. I went to the store Hinata-kun recommended to me for lunch, and the pancakes served with coffee were really good. It’s the kind of taste I keep thinking about even after eating it all.

It’s just the kind of store that all the girls like~ If Anzu-chan and I go, we can chill while eating yummy food, right? Then will she smile brightly?

Fufu, just imagining it makes me laugh out loud ♪

( —W-wait, why am I laughing out loud by myself like an idiot!)

(I was looking for good places to eat nearby and even made a list, but right now I can’t even get a date!)

(Jeez… I dunno why but whenever I talk to that girl, it’s always just about business.)

(There’s no one around in the garden right now, should I try practicing? This time I can’t, absolutely can’t bring up work!)

(First take a deep breath, haa~hoo)

Uh, hey, Anzu-chan! Are you free tonight? What I’m trying to say is—

???: Hakaze-senpai, what are you doing there all by yourSELF?

Kaoru: Uahh! You, you scared me!

Oh, it’s Natsume-kun? If it was Anzu-chan I’d be so embarrassed I wouldn’t even be able to lift my head…

Natsume: What’s with that expression, letting out a sigh of reLIEF? Do you not know how large a mistake you’ve maDE? Care to move those dirty feet of yoURS?

Kaoru: Eh~ Why as soon as you come, you’re in a temper~

Natsume: Why, it could only be because you are stepping all over the herbs I painstakingly grEW. Look, all of these children are all in such low spirits nOW.

I only meant to ask you to move a bIT. I didn’t know you would get so scared like thAT.

Kaoru: Oh, I see, I’m sorry….! It wasn’t on purpose!

Natsume: Hmph, if everything could be resolved with a single apology, wouldn’t this world be so easy to live IN?

Kaoru: I’m really sorry, I’ll be careful so this kind of thing doesn’t happen in the future….. Instead, as an apology, I’ll do anything I can.

Natsume: (Hm? On the surface he seems quite frivolOUS, but he has a serious side, doesn’t HE?)

(Plants have a strong vitality, and will grow well again in a few dAYS. But that doesn’t mean the herbs aren’t hURT.)

(If so, it wouldn’t hurt to get a small revenge just the size of the herb’s share, riGHT….. ♪)

Ahem, I was actually growing herbs in this garden to make a magical love poTION.

Kaoru: Love…..potion? Is that kinda thing actually real?

Natsume: Fufu, nothing is impossible for a magiCIAN.

If you take this chemiCAL, you’ll fall in love with the first person you mEET. When it’s ready, I’m going to experiment on Little KitTEN ♪.

Kaoru:Ehhh?!

(Wait, Natsume-kun has called Anzu-chan Little Kitten, right?!)

Na-natsume-kun, the “Little Kitten” you’re talking about, could it be….?

Natsume: CorRECT, that “Little Kitten” is the first thing that came to your mIND ♪

If you really are sorry as you say, Hakaze-senpAI, won’t you help me out a bIT? I would appreciate it if you could first pick the herbs over thERE.

Kaoru: Alright…

Natsume: Thanks to your help, Hakaze-senpAI, the potion will be finished quickLY ♪

Senpai, will you watch over the process until it’s finishED? Although it’s fine either wAY.

Kaoru: Haha… It was my bad, so of course I must help out til the end. I swear it’s not because I’m worried or anything?!

Natsume: Good, then do as you plEASE. Now, let’s be attenTIVE. If we put the last herb and another ingredient in the pot and stIR…..

Of course, we cannot forget the magic of lOVE—Abracadabra ♪

Kaoru: (Whoa, as soon as Natsume-kun chanted the spell, mysteriously colored smoke rose from the pot…)

(It has a pretty faint scent, but is it really okay to feed to a real person…..?)

Natsume: With this it’s complETE! Now, should I go out and find “Little Kitten” ♪

Kaoru: (Wh, what should I do?! Should I secretly tell Anzu-chan to run away in a message or something?)

Natsume: Narukami-kun, I finished the goods you have requestED. Go on and give it a test rUN. ♪

Arashi: Ara~ That was quicker than I thought. As expected for Natsume-chan ♪

Kaoru: Whoa there, what? I thought something was up when we arrived at Starmony. Since Starmony is off limits for producers….

Natsume-kun, you didn’t go out to find Anzu-chan? What’s going on?

Natsume: I said I was going to find “Little KittEN,” I never said I was going to find the produCER?

Arashi: Hm? What are you saying? Go on, try to make a little sense~

If you say kitten, a while back, I bought a pet care essence that was all over the internet. But I tried it on Nyanko, and it didn’t really work.

Naturally, I asked Natsume-chan, who also has a cat, about it. Then he offered to make his own essence.

Ufufu, I think Nyanko likes the smell of the essence. She’s staring so intently at Natsume-chan’s hand ♪

Natsume: There there, aren’t you swEET ♪

Kaoru: Haa… So it turns out Natsume-kun went looking for an actual cat. Anyway, it’s a relief nothing happened~

I dunno why, but I’m completely worn out…. I’ll go ahead and head back to my room.

Natsume: (Ahaha, while Hakaze-senpai was completely fooled by my antICS, he really does care for that gIRL.)

(However, if I used a potion to win over Little Kitten’s heart, I would simply be hatED. That’s why I’ll never, ever, do something like thAT……♪)

#enstars #enstars tl #enstars translation #natsume sakasaki #kaoru hakaze #arashi narukami #duckletranslations

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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JESSSSS! JESSSS!JEESSSSSS!

I HAVE AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT THOUGHT!!

The pack share a secret stuffed duck that is a comfort duck hidden from Chan. The duck gets rotated through the weeks or if someone is having a bad day they automatically get the duck. Now what special about the duck is that it’s 1) refreshed weekly with a little bottle of Chan’s cologne that has to travel with said duck and 2)it has one of those voice recording messages inside of it that sings the rubber ducky song Chan loves. (I took literally a 15 minute break while writing you this cause I got sucked into how cute this man is)

The pack has done a great job of keeping it to themselves until someone has to go away. I’m imagining Minho has to go somewhere else in Korea for a dance workshop so the pack is gonna go see him off at the train station. Halfway there Innie starts freaking out demanding them turn around.

“Channie hyung you don’t understand. I messed up and forgot to place something back into Minho hyungs suitcase. We have to go back.”

See Minho, who normally passes over his turn for the duck, packed it away for himself last night. But Innie had a rough day and class and lent it over under the grounds he would slip it back in before they left.

“You didn’t put Quackles back in?!” Cue death stare from Minho. “The baby’s right, we have to go back Chan. I can get another train if I miss this one.”

So after going to retrieve Quackles, Chan starts asking questions and poking/teasing at them all HEAVILY.

“So when did Quackles even join our pack? Who’s idea was he?”

“It was Noonas idea when she left for her trip to America.” Han fesses up

“Listen I left my favorite hoodie back home for you. I need a piece of you with me because of my generosity.”

“You mean you left me my own hoodie!!”

Nikki

OMG QUACKLES

SIR QUACKLES

WELCOME TO THE PACK LITTLE GENTLEMAN SIR

(I imagine he looks like this and Jisung won him at one of those stupid booths at the arcade for like way too many tickets.)

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!pack #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #anonymous #sweet nonnie #nikki #my submissions #submission #quackles

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hamhamparadise · 4 months

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Pururun! Shizuku-chan 40

This post was released four days ago in Patreon, as a reward for those that are supporting Paradise Hamsubs.

Hoo boy! Here we go!

This episode, ladies and gentlemen. This episode is the reason the team loves Shizuku. This episode is the reason we have been grinding so many episodes in so little time.

The first half of this episode is fairly good, it introduces a cute character and teaches kids not to dirt the river; but the second half...! You just have to watch it.

Oh, and to top it all, this episode introduces a new ending! This ending is present all the way into the season finale, so we hope you like it!

Please enjoy! P.S.: There seems to be some bug with Onedrive and you can’t download the episode from the “photos.onedrive.com” domain, we are currently looking into that! You can download the episode by accessing the main folder.

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slicesofapple · 1 year

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Warning: MCD, death, sickfic, angst, hurt no comfort

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It took Tobio a year after Tooru died to visit his grave.

Shoyou drove him and was uncharacteristically (and empathetically) silent on the way home, Tobio scowling angrily out the window the whole way.

Another year passed before Tobio finally had the guts to listen to the recording, the one Iwaizumi had sent him after the funeral.

It was from that day: the day Tobio was returning from his away match. The last day Tooru was conscious.

Tobio had only gone on that trip because Tooru had been doing better and had insisted he go - had practically thrown him out.

With a trembling hand, Tobio hit the play button.

Tooru’s voice came through loud and clear, sounding almost like he used to, just a little breathless.

Ya-hoo, Tobio-chan! Iwa-chan’s making me record this. I don’t know why. You’ll be here tonight and I can talk to you in person.

There was a pause, followed by Tooru whining, I don’t have anything to say!

Crappykawa! Iwaizumi’s voice warned.

Fine, said Tooru’s voice. Tobio could picture the exact expression he must have had on his face when he said it. Jenna with the red hair is working today. Are you jealous? You needn’t be. The nurses don’t flirt back anymore. I’m too pathetic. Cancer finally kicked my ass, huh?

There was a cough, and then another, followed by several panting breaths before Tooru started back up again, speaking more slowly as he continued to ramble on. And the food here is as shitty as ever. Well, the stuff Iwa-chan’s eating from the vending machine. They’re not letting me have anything. Not a good sign, right, Tobio-chan?”

There was a shuffling noise, then Iwaizumi’s voice broke in, I’ll be right back. Keep talking to Tobio while I’m gone, okay, Tooru?

Another shuffling sound, and then a gasp, as if Tooru was being hugged a little too hard, the air being squeezed out of him.

Tobio could hear a door sliding shut.

There was a brief silence.

Tooru’s voice was much quieter when he said, I love you, Tobio.

And then, I wish you were here.

And, finally, in a whisper, I’m scared.

There was a soft click as the recording ended, leaving Tobio alone once more, his face bathed in tears.

#Oikage #Kageoi #Angst #MCD #Hurt no comfort #Oikawa dies #sick fic #tobio has a hole in his heart #i made myself cry #poor tobio #poor tooru #poor iwa-chan #those were the last words Tooru spoke to Tobio.#By the time Tobio's plane touched down Tooru was unconscious.#He never woke up.#they love each other so much

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THOUGHTS ON EP. 11 BEFORE I JUMP INTO THE TAG!

What?

And I mean WHAT?

The last thing I expected in this episode was for Misaki to die?? Poor lady. I was pretty mad at her earlier on in the episode because she kept making it sound like Miri had lived in some miserable conditions or something (and Misaki saw with her own eyes that Miri's room was wonderful and etc.) but... phew. Really glad freaky Ogino didn't get to hear her last words. I have a lot of pity for her and I think she could have had more light in her life.

And ew, I found myself pitying Rei's stupid pops, too. The way he said, "Everything just as it always was," highlighted just how much of a traditionalist he is, but I also got the impression that he also felt trapped by the weight of the Suwa name and the mess he inherited. However, Rei wants to break the cycle while Suwa Shigeki didn't even ever consider that a possibility, so...

But man, if he gets some kind of redemption, I will punch a cushion in anger!!

I SO THOUGHT Kazuki was going to manage to kill Ogino? I was literally yelling, "YES — KILL HIM!" as I was watching, lol. I find it a bit flaky that Ogino left Kazuki alive considering that Kazuki was literally a target, but I guess the justification in the writing (that Ogino only does one job at a time) kinda holds water? Hmm.

I love how Kazuki yelled, "REI!" as a fake out and was pretty sad that Rei wasn't actually there but phew, Kyuu-chan to the rescue! And man, I was so proud of Rei for PHONING KAZUKI and COMMUNICATING and man, Kazuki really is the brains, huh? I love them both so much!

I'm glad that we got a scene of Miri wondering where her papas are because I was feeling a bit hard done by when it seemed like tiny pop had just moved on. But phew. How are they going to explain to her that Misaki's not coming back —

I loved the montage at the beginning, too. Rei losing at games and Kazuki losing all will to cook... though I nearly started bawling when I saw Miri's empty room. And Kazuki wiping his tears on his arm? Goodbye.

The idea of change really hit hard this episode, huh? Rei insisting that it had to be the three of them and that they could only do it together — Rei being passionate and Kazuki just taking it all on and laying down the law! I actually cracked up when Rei flipped over only having an hour of playtime each day (like, c'mon Kazuki — that's harsh). Also, I loved that Kazuki saw a little montage which included Karin saying, "MAKE MIRI HAPPY!" because that's so important and I'm glad that Kazuki has accepted that yeah, their family is anything but conventional but hoo, they can indeed make Miri happy.

Misaki dying in Kazuki's arms though... that was painful. And what a powerful performance from Kazuki's voice actor. I thought the background song sounded a bit out of place, if I'm completely honest. (But then again, I wasn't really listening properly, so...)

The pacing was a bit. Hmm. A lot was crammed into this episode. Not necessarily in a bad way, but I wasn't sure if the impact of Rei's speech really hit me the way that it was supposed to. I was relieved that Kazuki didn't um and ah over what to do, but it was a bit — "BAM! Misaki is dead and now Miri is orphaned and I can't do anything without your help and I know change needs to happen but I'm somehow having all of these epiphanies without addressing the giraffe in the room which is that we have to take down my evil dad's evil organisation."

SO BOTH THE DADDIES AND THE BUDDIES ARE BACK! And only one (1) woman had to die to achieve it. 🙃 If this series didn't have Miss Anna, it really would be a bit of a wreck where women characters are concerned, lol. Yes, we also have Karin, Carol and Dorothy — but they're kinda more plot devices than well-realised individuals, so, you know.

So... I think that the family will now get by on the leftover money from the pay packets that were supposed to come from Karin, now that they're out of the hitman business. Where will they live? How the heck is Kazuki proposing to continue taking Miri to daycare? And what is Kyuu-chan going to do? He'll be a target too, right?

LOOKING FORWARD TO EP. 12!

#buddy daddies #my thoughts are rly messy

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