#they uh. are definitely totally fine in it. probably.

[mcu-binge]

Coconut lotion and Betrayal || Clark Kent x Reader ||

Pairing : Clark Kent x reader Word count : 3457

Summary : When your brother Jimmy offers his best friend Clark a place to crash after a plumbing disaster, you don’t expect to find him shirtless, charming, or completely off-limits, but you do and things take a turn.

Tags/warnings : confident!Clark, Jimmy’s sister POV, smut, oral (fem receiving)

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When I got home from work, the only plan I had was to ignore my inbox, microwave leftover penne vodka, and fall asleep to a comfort movie I’ve seen a hundred times, probably Clueless or 13 going on 30. I’d earned it. My boss had yelled at me (again), some toddler had thrown pudding on my jeans during the lunch rush, and I’d somehow walked five miles in flats that were not made for walking.

What I didn’t plan for?

A wet, six-foot-something, glasses-wearing Greek statue of a man standing in the living room when I walked in.

“Hey,” Jimmy called from the couch, like this was normal. “Clark’s crashing for a few days.”

I stopped in the doorway, blinking like the water dripping from his curls was actually messing with my brain.

“What?”

Clark turned, smiled sheepishly, and raised a hand in a little wave. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said, slowly shutting the door behind me. “I—uh—what?”

Jimmy sighed dramatically, tossing a throw pillow at his own knees. “A pipe burst in his building. It’s flooded his whole floor. The poor guy’s place is a disaster. So I offered him the couch. Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

I glanced at Clark again. His white dress shirt was soaked and clinging to him like it had beef with my self-control. He held a beat-up duffel in one hand and had ditched the tie somewhere between the storm and the foyer. His glasses fogged slightly in the warm apartment air.

I forced a smile. “No, yeah. Sure. Totally fine.” I’m such a liar. Because Clark Kent was staying here. In my apartment. With me. And my brother. For days. Kill me.

Let’s get this out of the way. I’ve had a crush on Clark since Jimmy first dragged him to family dinner six months ago. There was something about him, awkward but observant, charming without trying, the way he listened when I talked like he was gathering puzzle pieces. Plus, he was built like a linebacker and had arms that could hold you and make you feel like nothing in the world could touch you. Not that I’d thought about that or anything. I definitely didn’t plan on him sleeping twenty feet from my bedroom.

Jimmy, of course, had zero clue.

He ordered enough Thai food to feed a small militia, which honestly made sense. He eats like a teenager on a growth spurt and Clark…well. The man is built like a tree. A very polite, Midwestern, journalism-degree-holding tree.

We were spread out across the living room, sitting on mismatched cushions and couch throws like it was an unofficial sleepover. Jimmy had already annihilated two egg rolls and was deep into arguing why Die Hard is absolutely a Christmas movie.

Clark and I were quieter. Not silent, just… tuned into each other in that way where you feel someone looking before you even check. I kept catching him watching me out of the corner of his eye. Not in a creepy way. Just curious. Focused. Like I was the story and he was mid-interview.

He held chopsticks perfectly, of course. Neatly picking through his food while Jimmy gestured wildly with a skewer of chicken satay.

“You good over there?” Clark asked, voice low, private, like the room wasn’t full of curry fumes and my idiot brother quoting Bruce Willis.

“Mm-hmm.” I chewed slowly. “Just trying to survive dinner and a mansplainer at the same time.”

He snorted, eyes twinkling. “Is it working?”

“No,” I deadpanned. “But you showing up soaked and apologetic definitely helped.”

Clark flushed a little. A little. Not from embarrassment, though. No, this man didn’t fluster easily. Not anymore. I was starting to learn that the deeper his voice got, the calmer he looked on the outside, that’s when he was thinking about something he wasn’t saying. I liked it. Maybe a little too much.

After dinner, Jimmy pulled out an old board game that was missing half the box but still had all the pieces. Something trivia-adjacent with pop culture questions and mini-challenges.

“I call Clark,” I said, before I could second-guess it.

Jimmy narrowed his eyes. “You just want to team up with him because he’s full of random facts.”

“I want to win,” I said, shrugging. “If you’re scared, just say so.”

Clark chuckled, already scooting closer, thigh brushing mine. “You heard her, Jimmy.”

Game on. What followed was ninety minutes of barely restrained chaos. Jimmy kept trying to distract us by tossing popcorn. I rolled my eyes so hard I probably sprained something. Clark? Clark was lethal. Quietly competitive in the way that meant he knew everything, but never bragged about it. He’d lean into me, whispering answers like secrets, his voice curling against my ear and sending little shivers down my spine.

“Name five movies Tom Hanks starred in before the year 2000,” I read aloud.

Clark raised an eyebrow and grinned. “You want ‘em in alphabetical order?” I snorted, shoving his arm. He didn’t budge. Just watched me laugh with this look, that look, like he wanted to tuck it away in his pocket and keep it forever.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, brushing imaginary lint from my pajama shorts.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re cataloging my expressions.”

He leaned a little closer, voice dropping just for me. “Maybe I am.”

We didn’t win the game. I didn't need to. Because by the end of it, his leg was pressed against mine. His hand brushed my knee when he reached for a card. His laugh had grown deeper, softer, and my stomach kept flipping like I’d swallowed half a bottle of sriracha.

And when Jimmy finally yawned and stood, stretching like a bear, he didn’t miss a beat.

“All right,” he said, turning toward Clark. “Couch is yours. Sheets are clean. Bathroom’s down the hall. And…”

He pointed dramatically at Clark, then at me.

“Stay away from my sister.”

Clark put a hand over his heart, mock offended. “I’d never.”

Jimmy squinted. “That’s not even convincing.”

Clark’s eyes flicked toward me once Jimmy had disappeared behind his door. “No promises.” I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance.

“I have work tomorrow and so do you,” I say, moving to stand up.

“No goodnight kiss?” Clark asks, looking up at me.

“Goodnight Clark,” I tease. Bending down to kiss his cheek. I can feel his eyes on me as I retreat into my bedroom. Jimmy would kill me if I went back out there.

2:47 am

The pad Thai wasn’t calling my name, it was screaming it.

I crept to the kitchen in an oversized tee and nothing underneath, hair in a messy bun, body sleepy and craving carbs. The light over the stove cast a soft golden glow, and I was halfway through shoveling cold noodles into my mouth when I heard footsteps. I turned, chopsticks frozen mid-air. Clark.

Barefoot. Shirtless. Wearing only low-hanging gray shorts that left nothing to the imagination. His chest was broad, tanned, strong. Hair mussed. Glasses slightly crooked. And he was watching me like he was the one who was starving.

“Midnight snack?” he asked, voice thick with sleep. .

I swallowed hard. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He walked closer, slow, unhurried, every step deliberate. “Neither could I. Must be something in the air.”

He stopped in front of the fridge, but he didn’t open it. He just looked at me.

Not my face, just me. My legs. My shirt. My lips. His eyes dropped like gravity had hold of them.

“God,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You really gonna do this to me in a t-shirt and bare legs?”

My breath caught.

“You always sleep half-naked?” I countered, voice shaky but trying to be bold.

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth curling into something sinful. “Just glad someone’s awake to see it.”

My thighs pressed together on instinct.

He stepped in, closing the distance between us with one smooth motion. My back hit the counter. His hands braced on either side of me. His chest was right there, solid, warm, so close I could feel the heat rolling off him.

“I’ve been trying to be respectful,” he said quietly, gaze locked on mine. “Jimmy’s my best friend. I told myself I’d behave.”

My breath was shallow now. “And?”

He leaned in, voice a low growl against my ear. “And then I saw you standing in the kitchen with your lips parted and no bra. So you tell me.”

A tiny gasp escaped me. “Tell you what?” I whispered.

“If you want me be respectful,” he murmured. “Or if you want me to show you what I’ve been thinking about since the night I met you.”

My hands moved before I could stop them, fistfuls of his shorts at the hips, pulling him closer. He grinned.

“I knew it,” he breathed. His hips pressed forward. A low groan left him. “Wanna talk about what I’ve imagined doing in this kitchen?”

“Clark.”

He kissed my jaw. My throat. His voice dropped like thunder. “You're wearing my shirt.”

“What?”

“Tomorrow morning,” he panted. Then his mouth was on mine. And God, it wasn’t sweet. It was hot. Heavy. Desperate.

His hands slid up under my shirt, slow but greedy, fingers splayed over my back like he’d fantasized about it. His tongue teased mine, hips pressing between my legs, anchoring me to the counter like I might float away. I moaned into his mouth, breath hitching when he groaned against me.

“This is crazy,” I panted, pulling back for air.

His lips brushed my jaw. “So stop me.” But I didn’t. I kissed him harder. His hands gripped my thighs, lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing. His mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch.

“Clark,” I gasped.

He pulled back, eyes dark with heat, pupils blown wide. “Say that again.”

I grabbed the collar of his nonexistent shirt, tugged him back to me. “Clark.” He kissed me like he’d waited, like he’d imagined every version of this and now he had to memorize it. When we finally broke apart, lips swollen, breath uneven, he leaned his forehead against mine.

His arms slid beneath my thighs, lifting me like I weighed nothing. His lips brushed mine again, feather-soft this time, like we were about to step into something dangerous. Sacred. Addictive.

“You sure?” he whispered, voice low, thick with restraint he clearly didn’t want to hold.

“I should say no,” I breathed.

“But you won’t,” he said, already turning toward the hallway.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders as he carried me. Bare chest pressed to mine. Every step was careful. Slow. Silent. The hardwood creaked once and we both froze, still and breathless. Clark looked down at me, wide-eyed, lips parted like this, this sneaking, heated, reckless thing, was thrilling him just as much.

“Bedroom?” he mouthed.

I pointed with a grin. He smirked and continued down the hall.

When we slipped inside, he kicked the door shut with his foot. Gently. Almost too gently. We both listened for a beat, silence. No creaks from Jimmy’s room. No angry sibling voice yelling “Are you kidding me?”

Clark’s mouth was on mine before I even settled on the bed. His weight hovered over me, strong arms braced on either side of my head, body grazing mine but not quite pressing down. Teasing. His lips dragged along my neck, jaw, behind my ear, each kiss slower than the last.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured again, voice like hot silk.

“Clark.”

He smiled, eyes fluttering shut for a second like hearing me say his name physically affected him.

“I want you,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted you.”

His mouth met mine again, hungrier this time. More deliberate. His hand slid up under my shirt again, this time, slower, bolder, fingers skimming up my ribs, tracing the underside of my breast. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, I gasped, arching into his touch.

His breath hitched, forehead pressed to mine, lips barely brushing as he murmured, “you’re driving me insane.”

His other hand found the waistband of my panties, curling just inside. Not pulling. Not pushing. Just hovering, knuckles grazing my hip, making me burn.

“Still okay?” he asked, eyes dark, searching.

“More than okay.”

That’s all it took.

His mouth dropped to my collarbone, kissing lower as he pushed the hem of my shirt up with both hands. I raised my arms, and he tugged it off in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere into the dark. His hands immediately found my bare chest, warm palms cupping, thumbs circling my nipples until they were tight, sensitive, and aching. His mouth followed, hot and open, tongue flicking over one before he sucked gently, drawing a moan I tried to stifle into my hand.

“Shh,” he teased, pulling back, breathing warm against my skin. “Can’t have Jimmy waking up and finding me with his sister half-naked and panting.”

“Then stop making me pant,” I whispered, eyes narrowed.

He grinned, leaned down, to bite my bottom lip, just enough to make me gasp again.

“No chance,” he said.

His hands slid down to my thighs again, kneading the softness like he couldn’t get enough. Then eyes locked on mine as he did it, watching me writhe beneath him.

I was in just a pair of panties, and his eyes dragged over every inch of me, jaw tight.

“You’re perfect.” he whispers.

I reached up, fingers threading through his messy hair, and pulled him down into another kiss, deeper, wetter, full of tongue and need. He settled between my legs and rocked against me slowly, the fabric of his shorts dragging over my heat in the most perfect kind of torture.

“Feel that?” he whispered into my mouth, hips grinding gently. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Clark…”

He kissed down my stomach, hand grazing the front of my panties, teasing.

“You know I’m not sleeping on that couch tonight,” he said, pressing a kiss just below my bellybutton.

“Clark.”

“I’m staying,” he murmured, fingers stroking slow over damp fabric. “If you want me.”

I looked down at him, all messy hair and hungry eyes and soft, slow breath warming my thighs.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

His mouth hovered just above the waistband of my panties.

“I should stop,” Clark whispered, his voice a rough edge against my skin. “I should be a gentleman.”

I arched, breathless. “Don’t be.”

That broke him. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, slow and warm, spreading me just enough that his body fit perfectly between mine. He kissed my hip, then the other, his lips soft, deliberate, reverent. His fingers brushed over the damp fabric between my legs, knuckles grazing so lightly I nearly whimpered.

“Jesus,” he murmured. “You’re soaked.”

My hips shifted involuntarily, chasing his touch. He pressed his forehead to my inner thigh, exhaling like he was trying to keep it together. And failing.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband, slowly, watching my face for any hesitation.

There wasn’t any. He peeled them down, inch by inch, baring me completely. My thighs trembled. Clark looked up at me with those devastating eyes, half glasses, half sin.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice dark silk. “And I’m not making it easy.”

I bit my bottom lip, nodding once.

And then his mouth was on me. Hot. Slow. Focused. His tongue moved in soft, deliberate strokes, like he wanted to taste every inch of me, like he needed to learn what made me gasp, what made me shiver. I clamped a hand over my mouth, eyes fluttering shut, head pressing back into the pillow as pleasure rippled through me.

He was good. Too good. Clark Kent, sweet and polite in the newsroom, filthy in the dark. He moaned into me, like the taste of me was wrecking him. His fingers gripped my thighs tight, keeping me open, keeping me there. When he sucked my clit just right, I arched off the bed, whimpering against my palm. He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. He kept going until I was a mess beneath him, shaking, biting my knuckle, so close. And then he pulled back.

“Clark,” I whimpered, hips chasing him.

“Shh,” he murmured, crawling back up my body, kissing his way to my mouth. “I want more than just that.”

When his lips met mine again, I could taste myself on him, and I kissed him harder for it.

His hands palmed my breasts again, thumbs circling, teasing, making me cry out softly into his mouth. He swallowed the sound greedily, his hips grinding into mine, hardness pressing against my bare, wet skin through those shorts.

“Take them off,” I breathed. He obeyed, kicking them off letting them fall off my bed.

He rocked into me again, slower this time. His cock pressed right where I needed him, and the friction made me gasp. He was teasing me. Over and over. Letting me feel everything without giving it all. I dragged my nails down his back, hips lifting to meet every movement.

“You feel what you’re doing to me?” he whispered against my neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you laugh. Every time you wear those damn shorts.”

“You think I wore them for you?” I panted.

His grin was pure heat. “Did you?”

I bit his earlobe. “Maybe.”

He groaned, deep and low, hips stuttering against mine. Then he pushed up on his elbows and looked down at me, hair wild, chest heaving, glasses slightly fogged. A man on the edge.

Clark lowered his forehead to mine, still grinding slow and deep between my thighs, every roll of his hips making me moan into his mouth.

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he said, voice thick. “And you’ll ruin me right back.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

His breath caught. Then he kissed me again, hot and full of promise, and pressed down harder, hitting just the right spot. I moaned. Loud. We both froze. A creak in the hallway. Silence. Clark stared at me. He grinned. Slow and wicked.

Then whispered against my lips “Guess we’re not great at being quiet.”

“WHY is the kitchen light on?”

Clark’s eyes widened. My heart stopped. We both turned toward the door like we could will it invisible. Then came the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Heavy ones.

“Oh my God,” I mouthed, scrambling to yank the blanket up.

Clark bolted upright and hissed, “Where are my shorts?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Good gosh.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Why is your door locked?” Jimmy’s voice was muffled through the wood but absolutely full of suspicion. “And why the hell are you not answering?”

Clark flinched. I started laughing into the pillow. Silent, shaking, nearly hyperventilating.

“I swear to God, if I open this and Clark is in there—”

“Don’t you dare!” I yelped, trying to throw on a shirt and immediately putting it on backwards. “Jimmy, I’m—asleep! I’m—sick!”

“Sick?” Jimmy barked. “Is that why it smells like coconut lotion and betrayal in this hallway?!”

Clark was standing now, still naked, hands on his hips like he was in a hostage situation.

“This is it,” he whispered. “This is how I die. Your brother’s gonna kill me in your bedsheets.”

BANG.

“CLARK! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. I WILL GET A BUTTER KNIFE.”

“Why a butter knife?!” Clark hissed.

“I don’t know!” I whisper-yelled. “He gets weird when he’s mad!” Clark looked around, panicked, and spotted his shorts on the floor. He dove for them, pulling them on backwards and inside-out like his life depended on it.

“I’m coming in!” Jimmy warned.

“NO, YOU’RE NOT!” I shouted.

Dead silence. Then “…you moaned his name!”

I slapped my hand over my mouth in horror. Clark paled.

“Oh my God,” Jimmy said, scandalized. “My ears. I heard it. Clark.” He mimicked me in the most unholy voice known to man. “CLAAAAARK.”

“I’m gonna jump out the window,” Clark whispered. “This is it.”

I wheezed, now fully collapsed in a fit of mortified laughter. “You’re not helping!”

“Neither are you, moaner.”

“Okay, I’m leaving!” Jimmy groaned. “But tomorrow, we are having a deeply upsetting conversation about boundaries, decency, and who I let crash on my couch.”

His footsteps retreated down the hallway. Clark stared at the door, then at me. We were both panting. And then, we burst out laughing. Uncontrollably. Loud and stupid and half-naked under the covers.

“Well,” I said, wiping tears. “That was subtle.”

Clark grinned, still breathless. “Think I’ll still get invited to family dinners?”

“Not unless you bring Jimmy a noise-canceling headset.”

[thekeatoncadet]

Drew some background/minor characters to purge the brainworms. Unclear if it worked or not.

[iris-qt]

The Boy Who Stares

Theodore Nott is staring at you again.

You don’t know why. You're not even doing anything particularly interesting. Just sitting in the third row of Ancient Runes, dutifully highlighting a passage about something very old and very cursed, as one does at 9 a.m. on a Wednesday.

But there it is. That intense, brooding stare from two seats to the left. Again.

You risk a glance. Yep. Still happening. His quill is poised mid-air like he forgot how to write. His mouth is slightly parted.

You blink. He blinks. You look away. He doesn’t.

Okay.

Maybe you have ink on your face. Or a troll horn growing out of your forehead. Or maybe he’s plotting your murder, slowly deciding which corridor would be least suspicious to lure you down. Totally fine.

You swipe your thumb across your cheek, just in case. Nope. No ink. Still cute, still confused, still alive. Probably.

Why is he looking at me like that? you think to yourself, nose back in your book.

What you don’t know is this:

Theodore Nott: stoic, unflappable, academically terrifying, hasn’t heard a word Professor Babbling has said in thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds because he’s been trying to figure out how you manage to tuck your quill behind your ear without it falling out.

That, and how you’re the only person in class who managed to finish the Ancient Runes translation without using a single cross-reference guide. And how you chew on your bottom lip when you’re focused, and how your handwriting slants slightly to the left, and how—

You glance up again, catching him mid-gaze.

He immediately jerks his head away so fast it’s a miracle his neck doesn’t snap in half.

You squint. He suddenly finds his parchment very interesting. His ears, traitorous things, go a bit pink.

You blink again.

Nope. Still a murder plot. Definitely.

...

Class ends with the soft clack of textbooks shutting and chairs scraping across the floor. You take your time gathering your things, mostly because your bookmark has disappeared into a void of loose parchment.

Okay. That’s a problem for later.

Theodore Nott is still sitting there. Not moving. Not packing up.

You glance his way again. He pretends to yawn, which would be normal if it weren’t so obviously staged. Like, hand-to-chest, slow-motion, opera-singer yawn. No one yawns like that. You watch in real time as his brain short-circuits trying to look casual.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and head toward the door. And then:

“Wait.”

You stop. Turn. Blink.

Theodore Nott is standing. This feels promising.

“You, um—” he begins, voice low and uncertain. “You left your—uh…” He looks over at your desk. There is nothing there. Not even a scrap of parchment.

He stares at the empty space like it might help him. It does not.

“I left my…?” you say slowly, eyebrows lifted.

He panics. “Presence.”

Your brain takes a full three seconds to process that.

“My what?”

“Your—you left your—pencil sharpener,” he blurts. “Quill sharpener. Yes. That.”

You do not own a quill sharpener. Is that even a thing?

“Oh,” you say, smiling like you’re talking to a slightly confused, very pretty ghost. “Do you…have it?”

“No.”

Silence.

Then he blinks, visibly resets, and tries again. “Sorry. I meant—Hi. I’m Theodore. I mean, you know that. Obviously. We’ve had class together for like six years, I just—well.” He gestures vaguely toward your general existence. “Hi.”

You blink again. You’re doing a lot of blinking lately. “Hi…?”

“I like the way you annotate,” he says.

You stare.

“What?”

“I mean, not in a weird way. Just in a—your notes. Your margins. The way you organize them. It’s very…” He swallows. “…structured. Efficient. There’s a system. You color-code.”

You keep staring.

His voice lowers slightly, like he’s confessing to a crime. “I think about them sometimes.”

This might be the most unhinged flirtation you’ve ever witnessed.

“…Thanks?” you manage, because what else does one say when a gorgeous Slytherin boy admits to daydreaming about your annotated footnotes?

“Anyway,” he says, suddenly flustered again. “I’m going to leave now. With my dignity. Or…what’s left of it.”

He turns, walks directly into the doorframe, mutters “brilliant” under his breath, and disappears.

You stand there blinking at the empty doorway.

And then you laugh. Like, properly laugh.

You’re still laughing when you find your missing bookmark sticking out of Theodore’s textbook.

A/N: missed writing for theo -> pt. ⅠⅠ - The Boy Who Folded First

[zoe-oneesama]

Since you drew pig!Sublime, i wanna know what you think about the character (even though she only appeared once)

Season 6 gives me Season 1 vibes but with baggage, so I fully expect Sublime to be, like, the Aurore of S6 - high impact in Her Episode only to be relegated to background fodder. Honestly we probably won't get much more out of her despite the Smirk of Dubious Intentions we got when Tomoe Tsurugi agreed to sponsor her. Oh nooo, giving money to allow a disabled girl to participate in her chosen sport, what evil must lurk behind her choice here, ahhhh, I'm so scared.

Sorry got off topic

Uh, Sublime seems fine? I mean it's hard to get enthusiastic about yet another Comically Flawless Character for Marinette to compare herself to for no reason. I guess it's that to me Sublime herself isn't interesting, she's just kind of a prop for other characters to reflect off of. That's kind of the downside to being so Comically Perfect, most of her personality just doesn't read as real or relatable. I mean, she wasn't even the akuma, her mother was. And her mother and father's dynamic around both each other and Sublime's career are much more complex and I have way more to talk about the two of them than Sublime herself.

The only place of any interest is her unique way of dealing with her anxiety - making it separate from herself and talking shit to it. Of course, this was just a contrived way for Marinette to mistakenly believe Sublime was talking shit to her, so even that's not without it's annoyances, but it's definitely A Strategy to dealing with your Inner Saboteur. Reminds of the post/tweet about turning your Intrusive Thoughts into a drunk backseat passenger so it's easier to write off as nonsense.

Sublime's design is okay, I like having a character actually lean into some less saturated colors for once. I just wish she had more contrast because it's a lot of similar blue on blue on blue, especially where her dress hem meets her "legs". And it's crazy that her default hair has FIVE BRAIDS, at LEAST. Where does all that hair go when she puts it in a ponytail though?

The name is cringe, but we all knew that. It's like the episode title "Sublimation" was decided on first and they worked backwards from there. I don't know if Sublime is a common name in Belgium (doubtful), but in English it's just weird because that's Not a Name. It's not even a common adjective that people use. In English, a more appropriate name would be "Grace" or "Harmony" or "Bliss" - they are names but they're also pretty literal. But then they couldn't have the "gotcha!" moment from naming the episode "Sublimation". Does it sound weird to French viewers the way it does in English???

I'm glad she's so forgiving but also has a healthy amount of Oh This Girl is Craaaazy in the way she interacts with Marinette. Willing to meet her half way but isn't like "oh that's cute how she's a total freaking weirdo!" She sees Marinette for exactly who she is. And I'm glad she's Adrien's friend, he needs his own damn friends.

Anyway, hopefully we see a little bit more of her but I'm not really holding my breath. As is, she's nothing that really makes me excited. At least I get to practice drawing prosthetics now?

[ettawrites]

Could you make genin Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara, Rock Lee and Neji x reader who is their crush and they end up having to fight reader in the chunin exam?

Yessss, yes I will 😊

Fighting Them During The Chunin Exam

A/N: half of this was written with writers blocks the other half was written when I was high, so don’t judge the quality okay 😊

Naruto

- One by one you both watched as everyone was drawn. When it was just down to four of you, Naruto prayed he would get Kiba

- You both gave a side eye when you were the last opponents

- Oh fucking shit

- He was actually a bit (really) mad, protesting that he could not fight you because you were a friend but when the only response was fight or surrender he bit the inside of his cheek

- “Friend”… yuh uh, he means totally smitten to the point he feels like a dog

- But he couldn’t surrender, not when he was this close to getting his chunin but he didn’t know where you guys would stand after it

- When you reassured him this is just how it was supposed to be and said you’d be honoured to fight him, he only frowned and scratched his head.

There he stood, across from you on this dirty cement floor and he was mesmerized on how you could just smile.

“This gotta be a joke, can you just redraw?” He asked the , displeased evident.

“There’s nobody to draw from, you both are the last opponents,” he irked, finding Naruto’s stupidly uncharming.

“Naruto it’s fine, let’s just do this, I’m hungry,” You slumpt, anxious to get this over with.

- he went easy at the start, only throwing kunais and he played defence

- When he realized you weren’t going easy, he was caught off guard as you punched him right in the face

- He stumbled, looking at you with somehow even more admiration

- Then he got serious and the fight really started

- You lost, but some part of you kind of anticipated it

- You were sprawled out on the floor, head pounding from the attack and you were honestly just so tired from the forest

- When you surrendered he felt relieved, he didn’t know how much longer he could take fighting you

- He ran over to you, he wasn’t happy with the win

- He apologized over and over, helping you up and taking you to the infirmary

- He was so glad you guys were still friends, you meant so much to him

- Totally just friends

- He takes you out for ramen after

- He still is on edge for quite some time, he makes excuses why he can’t train with you and he definitely won’t rough house like you guys use too

——

Sasuke

- king of looking like he doesn’t give a shit

- He does

- He’s literally panicking internally and in private probably bites his nails from anxiety

- He thinks he’s anxious to fight you, that has to be it? Out of everyone you are most worthy to him potential wise

- He’s lying to himself, he doesn’t wanna believe that he’s scared to fight you because you mean a lot to him

- He’ll avoid you for the month of training and when you come to confront him about it he’s eerily upset

“We’re not friends, I am getting my chunen license even if it means hurting you,” he says, stopped inside his door frame as he watches you fold your arms over your chest.

“So that’s it, friendship over because of a silly competition?” You respond, you knew sasuke was aloof and stubborn, but really?

“We never were friends,” he replied, as casual as one could and he hated the way your eyes got glossy. He watched you leave, regretting it but he won’t take it back.

- you were nervous, standing in the podium as the crowd was watching you

- Sasuke wasn’t here yet, which you’d hope he wouldn’t show up at all

- You were a bit annoyed as he spawned in with kakashi, trying to be ‘cool’

- He was surprised when you actually put up a fight, a good one too

- But also kind of proud

- He did not go easy on you, at all and was definitely being yelled at by Naruto on the stands

- he won, by default as you had passed out and could not continue to fight

- He wanted to check on you, instead lurking outside your door and kinda of just shuffling around

- He’ll ask the nurses if you’re okay, but he won’t dare go in already knowing he’s fucked up your guys friendship

——

Gaara

- low key you were shitting your pants cause WHATT???

- You saw what that boy did to Rock Lee, and now you have to fight him?

- He on the other hand doesn’t care, but the more it gets closer to the fight he starts feeling uneasy

- He’s… what they refer to as a monster? So why is he kind of concerned for this nobody wannabe?

- He had sat beside you during the first test, intrigued by you

- Your the first person that has ever smiled at him so.. genuinely

- And now he has to fight you? A big part of him was set on absolutely destroying you to stop this uneasiness in his chest

- I mean, he didn’t even know if he had a gentle bone in his body, all he knows how to do is ruin things

“You…” his cold voice came, you were walking home in the dusk from the ramen shop after hanging out with Naruto.

“Uh.. yeah? Hey?” You responded, confused and a bit anxious as you stuffed your hands in your pockets. He came closer, a blank look on his face.

“Forfeit,”

“Huh?”

“Forfeit the fight, I will kill you,” He explained, blinking so casually as he watched your complexed reaction.

- he, in his own scary way, was trying to warn you that he could not control himself

- He was kind of happy when you got his underlying message.. you really were different

- You forfeited privately, to your sensei who completely understood

- Gaara was grateful when the next night Baki had told him his opponent had changed

——

Rock Lee

- When you were paired with him for the semi finals he had frowned

- He apologized to Neji and his sensei

- Both were very confused

- He had that cute little ‘hmpf’ look on his face with an even cuter pout as he walked down the steps

- When he came face to face to you you saw this look in his eyes

- Both of you didn’t say anything when the ref asked if anyone wanted to forfeit before he called fight

You braced, drawing your Kunai when the fight began. Rock Lee raised his hand, looking like his traditional taijustu pose.

“I cannot fight you (y/n)! Please forgive me I forfeit,” he yelled, clasping his hands together and falling to his knees before you in a bow.

“…wha…?” You deadpanned, uneased by how loud he had just shouted that. He looked up, seriousness written all over him.

- You guys didn’t talk until after everyone had battled, finding him hiding from you behind the tree outside

- He slumped as you yelled at him

- He let you rant before he started his own ramble, explaining how he couldn’t fight you

- He would never lay a hand on you, it was against his ninja way

- His eyes started to water and his top lip twitched, clearly upset

- You rolled your eyes and went to go get ice cream with him

——

Neji

- you guys were paired to fight for the finals

- He was stubborn and if you’re a girl.. low key sexist about it

- He thinks he’s being a gentlemen but absolutely obliterating you with ‘facts’

- King of backhanded compliments

- But what he doesn’t know is you started to train with a really powerful sensei who was travelling through the village and offered to help you

- Throughout the whole month training time he was focusing on his fighting, but you were on the back of his mind

- He knew he wanted to win, but he also knew he didn’t want to hurt you either nor ruin your relationship

- So he spent a lot of late nights trying to figure out ways he could knock you out as quick and painless as possible

- This was all internally and completely private to him, he never expressed any weakness on the outside

- He was pretty confident in himself

- When the fight began and he realized.. you were actually catching him off guard he was perplexed

“I don’t-… how?” He coughed up blood, knees weak as he swayed to try and stay up right. You frowned, he hated that.

“I’m not weak Neji, don’t underestimate your opponent. You don’t know me,” Those words were said in order to hurt him, he had ruined your patience with his opinion of you.

“I.. thought I did,” he pondered, eyes lost.

- you gave the final blow to him and he was carried away to infirmary

- When he awoke he stared up at the ceiling for a long time after, feeling his wounds and thinking he deserved the pain for how much he took your abilities unseriously

- He vowed to never make you feel inferior to him and started to rekindle your friendship in hopes he didn’t ruin his chance

——

[svnriseblvdd]

neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

the highly requested expansion on this post, in which your neighbour clark kent is so helpful, and so adorably awkward that you can't help but tease him.

mildly suggestive, mdni

part one! part two!

Your parents decided to move out of the city to this small, unknown farming town for whatever reason. You're in a new place, no friends, nothing to do. Then your mother sends you to pick up a food order from a nearby farm. Thinking about Mrs Kent calling for her son Clark to come help you with all these heavy boxes and bags and this gorgeous 6-foot-something boy comes out all tall and muscular with the sweetest smile. He's in that tight white t-shirt and jeans with a belt combo, tied together with that boyish charm that has you nearly swooning as he comes over. 

“Hey, mom.” 

“Can you help carry all of this? I don't want her struggling all the way home.” 

You think that a long walk like that with someone as pretty as Clark Kent might kill you. “Oh  really, Mrs Kent-” Mrs Kent gives you a look “- Martha, it's not a problem. I don't live that far, I think I can do it.” 

“No, no, I insist. Clark will help you.” 

You look to Clark and offer a smile which he returns. Oh, he's far too cute. You're pretty sure your heart is close to bursting out of your chest. Damn the Kents and their hot-as-hell farmboy son. Damn Smallville for thrusting this man upon you. Damn the powers that be for dangling him in front of you, teasing you with his existence. 

“Thank you, Martha,” you say, and she nods with a smile before heading back inside with a goodbye and a well-wish. 

Clark bends down to grab the crates, which he stacks on top of each other, ladening his arms with bags as well, leaving a very small percentage of the order to be carried by you. “Uh, I can take some of that if you-” 

“No, totally fine. It’s not that heavy.” 

Your eyebrows raise, eyes briefly flitting down to look at his biceps, now flexed and really pressing against the confines of his sleeves. Then you blink back to reality and bend down to pick up the other bags, beginning the walk with Clark at your side. 

“I’m Clark, by the way,” he introduces himself, and you give him your name. “Right, you guys just moved here from Central City?” 

“Yeah, how did you-” 

“Not much really passes for gossip around here. So, how are you liking Smallville?” 

“Oh, it’s great. Real party town. Cream corn capital of the world, I hear,” you remark sarcastically, and Clark chuckles, shaking his head. “No, it’s definitely a change of pace. Not exactly a totally welcome one, but I don’t think it can get much worse.” 

“Are you not settling in?” 

“Oh, I’m settled. Totally. Just that it’s not really easy being in a new place and knowing nobody.” 

“Well, now you’ve got me.” 

“Oh, do I now?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I could be a horrible person, Clark. You can’t just go around letting total strangers into your life like this.” 

He shrugs. “You know, I think it’d be a little more obvious if you were evil.” 

You hold up a finger. “I didn’t say evil, just horrible.” 

“Well, I don’t think you’re horrible either. I’d like to think I have a pretty good sense for these things.” 

“Yeah, well. You can never be too careful around complete strangers.” 

“I’m pretty sure I could handle myself if you turned out to be a serial killer or a bandit or something,” Clark says. 

You eye his physique again. “Yeah, probably. I mean, what do you bench, a tractor?” Clark laughs a little awkwardly, and you feel yourself turning hot with embarrassment. “Sorry. I wasn’t - I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, and I wasn’t checking you out or anything. It’s just that you’re very noticeably strong.” 

He gives another one of those charming smiles. “Don’t worry, you’re okay.” 

Somehow, it seems Clark is more embarrassed by the situation than you are. 

And when you finally reach your house, and Clark helps carry everything inside, you decide to test something. 

You’re putting away something in a low cupboard, bending at the waist, ass right in front of him, and when you stand straight and turn around, Clark has turned a bright shade of red and avoids eye contact as best as possible. 

And before he leaves, you voice your gratitude, going above and beyond to tell him that you’re so grateful for him being there to help. “Thank you so much, Clark. You were so helpful. Just let me know how I can return the favour, I’ll help any way I can.” 

And then you’re giving him a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a happy goodbye, watching him leave with empty crates and a blush on his cheeks. He’s far too cute. 

You like Clark Kent. Not just because of his smile or his biceps or eyes or hair. Because he’s kind, funny, and oh so helpful. It doesn’t hurt that you also like how he turns red. 

[suiana]

bruh i was talking to my friends about our types in guys and i said "i like boyfailures, absolute losers" and rambled about how they were just so cute and I'd be going 'yeah that's cool babe, tell me more about your pokemon and dinosaurs☺️' but then later on in the dsy i realised bro what if i AM the loser and someone thought of me like that 😵 therefore i give you yandere! golden boy x loser! reader

basically you're a loser who doesn't think they're a loser. you're the type of loser who talks a lot of shit online about how 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆 and hot you are when in reality you can't order a meal without hyping yourself up for 5 minutes beforehand.

you'd be pretending you're hot and mysterious but the second someone indicates the SMALLEST hint of anything you're interested in, you go on full on rambles and rants. then you snap back to reality and realize that hey! you don't even know this stranger! and just... walk away.

you're the type of person to go to the doctor with your mommy because you're scared to talk to doctors yourself and you'll look at her when the doctor asks any question, expecing her to answer for you. 'so what's your name? looks at mother' ahhh reaction.

yeah. basically, a loser. with hyperfixations on anime/game characters that you consume millions of content of. you probably sleep with plushies too and read fanfiction before sleeping. or you're doomscrolling reddit/tiktok/some form of social media and sleeping at 3 in the morning.

enter, him.

the golden boy. the perfect boy with perfect grades and a perfect body and- basically everything. he does like 3 sports, speaks 5 languages, everyone loves him, he graduated from an ivy league or an ivy league equivalent, and he's going to inherit his father's company! rich, tall, handsome. he has everything set out for him. cool beans.

anyway!

you don't know how, and you don't know why, but this man is now in love with you. you... probably met him while working your minimum wage job at some fast food restaurant.

"hi, i think you're really cute. would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"h-huh? erm..."

yeah, you don't know how to react so you just malfunctioned briefly before taking another customer's order. but he wouldn't let up. not at all, because he'd find your socials and have HOURS of conversation with you, on total accident, of course! no dirty work involved. totally. just pure coincidence, just like god or whatever is above intended!

"heh, must be my aura that allowed me to get that limited edition skin... what do you think, best friend?"

"yeah, this is the one guys. I'm marrying them."

"what did you say, best friend?"

"oh, nothing at all ☺️ go on with your rant, sweetie."

by some stroke of luck, definitely not him pulling some strings, you get a job offer that somehow is related to- wow, what do you know! his company! so you leave your boring 9-5 job and sign the contract. what a nice friend he is!

"here, just sign down on the line and you'll be able to start working right away."

"wow this contract is really long, best friend."

"haha... right, I'm definitely just a best friend..."

a contract that definitely does NOT bind you to him. yeah, no, definitely not. nuh uh. what? you're trying to read the fine print? there's no need for that! it's all just boring stuff...

yeah, definitely no conditions that will allow him to legally keep you trapped with him... and should you ever try to leave. well, it's just not possible.

but hey! at least now you get endless cash and you even have this cool best friend who really seems to spoil you!

oh, and now he's asking to be your boyfriend.

"sorry, you're not my type... i like the losers. boyfailures, even."

"sweetie..."

..

...

yeah, so now you're dating. it's all cool. yeah, you... totally don't mind this.

"best friend can we get some chicken nuggets? i really want some chicken nuggets and fries, best friend."

"it's boyfriend, sweetie. but of course! anything you want ☺️ we can get those chicken nuggets and more if you want."

okay well, at least it's not that bad... he's rich and handsome, he spoils you and loves you! like those guys in fanfiction, right? maybe a little too much though.

"sweetie, I'm throwing away all your merchandise of this man thing, okay? I'm replacing it with merchandise of me."

"don't tell me you're already throwing it away..."

"☺️"

"we're OVER."

[carlthecloaked]

Wrong Number, Right Person

tried writing something after a while :3| 1.3k words | no cw |

|chapter 2|

Steve was pissed.

This date was not working out. At all.

He thought he was going out with this sweet guy from California. At least, that’s what his Tinder profile had made it seem like. But clearly, he had been very wrong.

Where would he even start?

First of all, the guy wouldn’t shut up about his ex.

Like, she sounded great and all, but maybe don’t talk about her the entire time we’re on a date?

Secondly, he wasn’t even listening to what Steve was saying. Half the time, he was scrolling through Instagram, looking at his ex's profile. Laughing at whatever post he was looking at, or he was texting someone else.

Third—and perhaps the worst part—the guy had the personality of a wet sock. Zero energy. No conversation skills. Just dull. Clearly not the charming, funny guy he’d seemed to be over text.

Steve sighed internally. Guess that was his fault for believing his Tinder profile was real.

And then, as if the date wasn’t already bad enough—

“So, are we going to your place or mine? "

Steve barely stopped himself from gaping. He forced a polite smile instead, setting down his drink.

“Yeah, I don’t think this is working out,” he said smoothly, placing his half of the bill on the table. “I have to go.”

The guy blinked, as if he hadn’t just bombed the entire date.

“But wait—”

Steve walked fast out of the cafe, he had to get out of there quickly.

“Ugh, that was the worst. I have to go tell Robin.”

While walking to the subway, he winced as he opened his backup phone. It wasn't as good as his currently broken phone. He totally didn't drop it in the toilet. Nope, that never happened.

He sighed, scrolling through his messages. He still hadn’t updated his contacts, so every number looked unfamiliar. Normally, he’d recognize Robin’s name instantly, but now? It was just random numbers.

He just figured he would text the most recent number, It'll probably be fine.

Steve: WORST date ever. like worst ever. robs i swear to god i wish i could turn back time and never swiped right on him at all. if you ever see me texting him again, throw a microwave at me

Unknown Number: any personal preference or do i just chuck it at you

Steve: chuck it

Steve: robbie i swear it was SO bad

Unknown Number: oh i didn't realize you'd actually think i was your friend

Unknown Number: uh yeah so this is not robbie

Oh. Steve blinked at his phone.

Huh.

That was… unexpected. But not bad, necessarily. Just—Huh.

He stared at the message for a second longer before shaking his head, exhaling through his nose. This was fine. Totally fine.

Steve: oh god

Steve: i'm so sorry wrong number

Unknown Number: it's fine lol

Unknown Number: but how bad was it though, like on a scale of “awkward as hell” to “can the ground swallow me whole?”

Steve hesitated.

He shouldn’t keep talking. He should just apologize again and move on.

But… what else was he doing today?

Steve: definitely “can the ground swallow me whole?” territory

Unknown Number: okay now i'm definitely invested. spill the tea

Steve: dude. he kept on going on and on about his ex, i swear it went on for 30 minutes. THIRTY. MINUTES.

Unknown Number: 🚩🚩🚩 IMMEDIATE red flag, redder than the color red

Steve: RIGHT??? and when he finally stopped he just kept scrolling on his phone

Steve: he was stalking her insta too 😭

Unknown Number: are you fr???

Steve: i wish i was lying but nope

Steve: then when i tried talking about literally anything else other than his ex he’d just respond with “yeah” or “whatever”

Unknown Number: what does that even mean??????

Steve: i have literally no idea

Steve: he even had the NERVE to ask if we would go to his place or mine

Unknown Number: the AUDACITY. the sheer unhinged delusion. did he think he was charming?????

Steve: LMAO stop i can't💀

Unknown Number: i bet he thought you 'd swoon bat your eyelashes and say “oh my god, yes! let's go to another place where you can pretend i'm not there!”

Steve lips curled at the stranger’s response before replying back

Steve: honestly i wouldn't be surprised if he thought that i should be grateful for his presence

Unknown Number: i can't believe you suffered through that

Unknown Number: no wait, you didn't suffer. you endured and you survived. for that you deserve an award. a dramatic opera performance

Steve: i hate how funny you are

Steve grins at his phone.

Unknown Number: you can repay me by continued conversation ;)

Steve: okay but you have to say who you are though

Steve: please don't tell me this is my professor🙏

Unknown Number: lol no definitely not your professor

Unknown Number: but i kinda want to keep it secret now, adds to my mysterious aura

Steve: no hints? :(

Unknown Number: i have hair

Steve: wow that really narrows it down. i totally know who you are.

Unknown Number: good luck finding it out ;)

Steve tilted his head, amused.

There was a pause.

Steve stared at his phone for a second, drumming his fingers against the back of it. He wasn’t sure why, but something about this felt… different. Not bad, just—unexpected.

He should probably just let it go. It wasn’t like it mattered who this guy was, right?

Still.

Steve: so are you gonna give me a real hint or do i just have to suffer

Unknown Number: hmm. suffer sounds fun

Steve let out a small, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. Great. Just his luck to end up texting someone who enjoyed messing with him.

And, okay. Maybe he didn’t mind that much.

The subway car jolted slightly as it began to slow, Steve barely looked up from his phone, used to the way the train moved as it went into the station. The train came to a stop, the doors opening with a mechanical chime, letting in the sound of city noise and passengers.

He stood up getting out and walking to his and Robin’s apartment nearby, glancing at his phone occasionally to check if the stranger texted again.

Steve barely had the door open before Robin’s voice rang out from the couch.

“Finally! What took you so long? Did the date go well?”

Steve groaned, kicking off his shoes and collapsing onto the couch next to her.

“You have no idea. I swear to God, worst date ever.”

Robin gasped dramatically, “Worse than the girl who ordered an expensive meal and made you pay?”

“Way worse”

“Way worse than the one who left you at the bar for three hours?”

“Robin.”

“Okay, okay tell me everything.”

Steve launched into the whole story, how the guy wouldn’t stop talking about his ex, stalking his ex’s instagram, the dry-ass responses and the sheer audacity of asking if they were going to his place or their shared apartment.

“That’s tragic Steve, how are you so unlucky at this?”

“I have no idea man, I guess I just attract weird people.”

“Why didn’t you text me?”

Steve suddenly sat up, remembering. “Oh, speaking of.”

Robin narrowed her eyes.

“So, uh I may or may not have accidentally texted a stranger about it.”

Robin grinned in amusement. “What?”

“I thought it was you!” Steve said defensively. “I haven’t updated my contacts on this phone yet, and I just picked the most recent number in the list.”

Robin stared. “Wait. Hold on. You had a whole conversation with a stranger instead of asking who they were like a normal person?”

Steve shrugged. “They were funny.”

Robin gasped again, dramatically. “Oh my god. You like them.”

“What? No. I dont even know who they are!”

“But you want to”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, then closed it.

Robin grinned, throwing a pillow at him. “You absolute idiot. We’re figuring this out right now.

Steve caught the pillow. “Fine. But if this turns into some embarrassing rom-com nonsense I’m blaming you.”

“Oh it’s already a rom-com, Stevie. You just don’t know it yet.”

Steve sighed, but smiled anyway.

Maybe he did want to know.

[hoshifighting]

Hello,

So I was wondering, would you be able to write something about cock-warming with Seventeen? If not OT13, then maybe just Hoshi?

This is my first time making a request and I absolutely love your writing! I look forward to seeing your new posts every time I open the app!

Thank you 😊

cock warming with seventeen

seungcheol: he’s gritting his teeth, telling you to “sit still” ina scolding tone. man is holding on for dear life, hands on your hips, fully committed to the whole “stay still” command even though he’s just as worked up. he gives you this look that says “one wrong move and it’s over”—yet he’s lowkey loving how hard it is to keep himself together. eventually, you shift just a little and he’s like, “oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” ready to wreck you right then and there.

jeonghan: he’s the absolute worst tease about it. why would you choose HIM to do that? he got that little smirk, acting all unbothered, whispering about how needy you look just sitting there on him. he’ll brush his fingers over your hips, trailing them up your spine just to mess with you. every time you try to move, he’s like, “uh-uh, baby, stay still.” you know he’s having fun watching you squirm, and he’s definitely making it as drawn-out as possible.

joshua: gives you sweet little smiles while low-key dying inside. he’s got that hand on the small of your back, running his fingers there just to keep you close. he’ll whisper all these sweet nothings, telling you how “perfect” you are, and every time you clench or move a little, he shudders, just waiting for the second he can actually move.

junhui: oh, he’s got no patience. he’s sitting there, already hard as hell, and you’re making it worse with every tiny shift. he laughs it off, biting his lip, telling you you’re “gonna regret testing him.” jun’s the type to nudge your hips a little, just to get a reaction, muttering stuff like, “if you keep doing that, don’t blame me for what happens.” he’s a mess and doesn’t even last.

hoshi: he’s like, “why did we even think this was a good idea?” wiggling around, not even pretending to keep still. every little movement makes him lose it just a bit more, and he’s already breathing heavy, wet as fuck. you both know he’s absolutely hopeless at staying still, but the boy’s trying, just loving the fact that you’re driving him up the wall.

wonwoo: he’s calm on the outside, hands steady on your hips, acting like it’s all fine and dandy, but you can feel that bro is almost melting in that game chair. every time you move, he’s biting the inside of his cheek, giving you these intense, dark-eyed looks like, “don’t test me.” he’ll stay like that as long as he can, but little to go snapping.

woozi: this man is a brick wall, hands locked around your waist, practically daring you to move. he’s got a total death grip on his self-control but gives himself away every time he swallows hard or clenches his jaw. determined to make you stay still until he’s ready.

minghao: so de-stressed, it’s unreal. he’s got his hands tracing gentle circles on your back, just enjoying the closeness but totally into it. every time you shift, he just hums, getting more and more fired up. you can tell he’s feeling it, breathing deeper, pressing you closer, but he’ll still try to play it off. he’s in no rush but is totally giving in soon.

mingyu: man’s a mess, plain and simple. he’s holding onto your hips with his nails almsot, wide-eyed and flustered as hell. he tries to be the big and strong boyy he is, but every little move makes him gulp, giving you these desperate, needy looks. probably ends up blurting, about how much he needs to fuck you.

seokmin: so flustered, you’d think it’s his first time. he’s trying to stay calm, keeping his hands on your hips to keep you in place, but he can’t help it; every time you shift, he’s turning red, letting out little gasps, unable to keep himself from reacting. he’s all, “oh my god, please, just—stay still!”

seungkwan: so worked up, it’s ridiculous. he’s like, “this was the worst idea ever babe!” but his hands are glued to you, like he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. he’s torn between panic and total enjoyment, all red-faced and muttering how he’s “seriously trying here.” you can tell he’s struggling, giving you little pleading looks.

vernon: silent but done for. he’ll just sit there, eyes wide, hardly breathing as he holds onto you, doing his best to stay in control but you can see the struggle. every little movement you make has him gripping your hips harder, like he’s hanging on by a thread. probably mutters, “you’re evil,” under his breath, fully aware he’s about to cum like this.

chan: incredibly sweet, probably nervous but also very into it. he’ll laugh softly, maybe trying to make small talk just to keep both of you calm, but the longer you stay like that, the more it drives him crazy. he’ll whisper, asking if you’re okay, gently reminding you to stay still but clearly enjoying when you clench or ride him a bit, especially when you both start to give in a little. BUUUUUT—he waits for you to break first.

[spenceloria]

thinking abt subby!virgin!spence rn…

warnings: smut obvi, virgin spence, fem!reader, hickeys, dry humping/grinding (😛😛😛), blowjob, kinda insecure?spence, more experienced reader

a/n: first post ayee.. ok so this was supposed to be a quick little blurb but turned into way more… i got really distracted once i got to the freaky bits. i love him. sub spencer deserves so much more attention… not just early seasons.. even post prison… oh em gee ideas r coming again jesus..

takes place during early seasons (elle+gideon era)

includes… bad grammar, bad spelling, and cheeky side notes! no use of y/n or any descriptive terms (appearance wise) for reader!

• argagaghh so like you two probably had a total meet cute moment!!! gasps, flushed cheeks, brains short circuiting… of course poor spencie had no idea how to express how he felt.. especially not to a woman like you.

• in his eyes, you were the most beautiful girl in the world. alas, love at first sight quickly fizzled into rushed and awkward goodbyes as spencer literally bolted… running away from you as if you had just insulted his entire bloodline.. :(((

• this left u soooo confused and hurt like u genuinely thought u had just finally met the man of your dreams after years of trial and error… his tall, lanky frame that towered over you, his slightly overgrown, but soft hair, his big doe eyes… interlocking with yours AGGGG u were so down bad and you barely shared a word with him…:

• little did u know abt spencers situation once he arrived at the bureau… being a member of its bau definitely had its perks, but also came with the inability to hide anything from his coworkers..

“woahh slow down there pretty boy! whats with that face? are you blushing? and… is that sweat??”

spencer froze… he knew exactly what type of conversation would follow morgans rather invasive inquires..

“i can’t believe it… you finally got laid!”

“n-no ah its … its nothing like that!!”

his blush deepened as he raised his hands to his defence.. as if he was guilty of a heinous crime.

“come on… its definitely something”

of course elle had to chime in on morgans relentless teasing

spencer sighed in defeat..

“fine… its just.. i met this girl.. earlier this morning.”

“and?”

“a-and she was ethereal… her eyes, her skin, h-her her..”

the start of his rant was cut off by a chuckle from morgan

“so, did you ask this girl out or what?”

spencer froze like a deer in headlights with the realization of what he’d done.

“n-no…. no i… i uh… i ran away from her..”

“youre kidding!”

elle sighed and shook her head.

“this girl is beautiful enough to stun our own boy wonder.. and you just left her?”

spencer looked down at his hands, now playing with his fingers.. oh he fucked up badddd!!! astronomical fumble..

• he would be so distracted for the rest of the day::.. unable to think abt anything but, well, you. he was silent all day, which was unusual for the boy, as he typically literally yapped his coworkers ears off with facts and statistics alike.. but today his mind was somewhere else.

• THE SECOND he left the office he was on his way to where you two had met.. somewhere like a flowershop or cafe, and lo and behold there you were, on your usual route back home after work.

• your eyes met his and, once again, the whole world seemed to nearly stop. anything other than you was purely insignificant..

EEE AND THAT WAS THE START OF SOMETHING NEITHER OF YOU EVER EXPECTED

• yeah, he was relentlessly tormented by the bau (mostly morgan lets be real) over the fact that you asked him out before he had the chance to run off again; but he honestly could not care less. he was completely infatuated with you!!!

ok heres where it gets freaky… heh

• ofcourse your entire relationship was pure romance, stolen kisses, morning cuddles, flowers, dinners:.. despite an insanely cramped schedule with work, spencer always made enough time for you!!

but… a girl still has.. needs..

• you just couldn’t help it… you could barely look at his soft cheeks and chocolate brownish golden eyes without feeling the overwhelming need to jump his bones!!!!

oh u wanted him so bad.. and spencer being well spencer, he brushed off your hints as just you being you.. a little weird, a little touchy..

but you just couldn’t hold back anymore.. you needed him.. you needed to devour him!! (way better writing starts here damn i got so carried away)

it started out so pure, spencer was ranting about some article he had read the previous morning.. but your eyes were locked on his lips. pink, soft, kissable.:.

you held back a groan as devilish thoughts consumed your brain.. you slowly looked down his body.. his chest, his thighs, his hands… fuck.

he noticed your expression.. features perplexed with the innocence of a bunny.

you cut off his concerns with your mouth.

the two of you had made out before but, never like this. never with this amount of heat, desperation, of need. your hands quickly found his hair as your tongue prodded the space inbetween his lips..

he moaned at the contact before allowing you access. you straddled his waist, grinding down on his pelvis, growing boner now painfully obvious from your position above him.

usually you two stopped here, you would give spencer a break to well, compose himself and would cuddle or maybe even kiss again.

but not tonight.

he whimpered (HELL YESSSS) as you ground your hips onto his again.. barely able to voice his concerns… stuttering over his words

“spence.. need you… need to make you feel good so bad..”

you were breathing heavy between kisses.

you paused and leaned back

“will you let me.. take care of you?”

he froze, now completely red, sweating, nervous, unbelievably hard, all by your doing

after a pause he slowly nodded.

“uhuh youre a big boy, you can use your words”

you ran your hands down his chest, fingers sending electric shocks to his skin through the fabric of his patterned dress shirt.

spencers hands were shaking

“y-yes.. yes please.”

he basically squeaked out his answer.. nearly as quiet as a mouse.

you ground your hips onto his again, slowly, more deliberate this time. spencer couldn’t hold back from moaning. breathy, whiny, you were so whipped for him..

“yes please what?”

you couldn’t help but tease him as he grovelled beneath you melting into your hands like puddy, completely at your disposal.

“please.. pleah-ah”

spencers begs were abruptly cut off by another slow roll of your hips.

“hm? what was that?”

your teasing had ripped a high, long, whine out of spencer. one you had never heard before. you hips faltered. you gasped, now fully aware of the heat between your thighs.

“fuck.”

you couldnt hold back any longer. lifting your hips off his, you made quick work of his shirt, nearly ripping off the buttons.

you squeezed your thighs together at the sounds that erupted from the back of spencers throat. your lips making their way up and down his chest, attacking his neck in a flutter of love bites and hickeys that were definitely a bit too high for the collar of his work shirts to cover..

you leaned back to admire you work. spencers brain was completely broken. just like that. you had entirely fried the brain of a prodigy, a genius. he was dazed, his eyes glossed over, pupils completely blown out. if this was the damage of what you had done to him so far… you were going to completely destroy him.

you gave his lips and cheeks a quick peck, before lifting yourself completely off his lap. you slowly pushed him to lean back onto the couch, watching the way his now obvious bulge shifted in his slacks as his knees separated, involuntarily manspreading in front of you. (#needthat)

you maintained eye contact with spencer as you lowered yourself onto your knees, filling the now open space between his thighs.

spencers eyes (if even possible) widened at the realization of what your actions suggested, at what they revealed.

“i… ive never…”

your eyes never left his.

“spencer. if you dont want to-“

“no!”

spencer cut off your words of reassurance, as the gears in his head shifted, finally able to properly process the words he wanted to say.

“i want to… i just, i dont know what to do..”

you smiled softly at his words.

“awe, baby, well thats the thing…”

you swiftly shoved him back into the couch with the simple push of your finger

“you dont have to do anything. let me take care of you.”

if possible, spencers blush deepened.

your hands made their way up his thighs slowly rubbing, impossibly close to where he needed you most.

your sneaky hands now travelled to his fly. effortlessly unbuttoning his slacks… (oh boy..)

you audibly gasped at spencers size… youd heard what they said about nerds and tall guys but. damn.

spencer sucked in an impossible amount of air at the loss of confinements.. suddenly feeling very exposed.

you lifted yourself a bit, pulling down his pants and boxers, helping his legs step out of them as they pooled around his ankles.

looking down, you stiffled a giggle at his adorably colourful and mixmatched socks… you loved them. they were so… him.

you loved him.

you looked up at him through starstuck, half lidded eyes, before making your way to his fiery red tip, bobbing with desperation and oozing pre cum.

“ill be gentle”

your voice was barely above a whisper…

spencer let out a shaky sigh as your eyelashes fluttered.. leaning forward to press a soft kiss onto his tip. your hands finding space on his thighs, already shaking.

you moved your hands to pull back your hair, and leaned forward, finally taking him into your mouth.

spencers unstable hands met yours, shivering as he helped you keep the stray strands from falling into your face.

he didnt pull, and he didnt push you forward either. his hands rested (somewhat) still, just there to help you, for your support.

you beamed up at him, fuck u were sooo whipped for how quick he folded. he was going to be the death of you.

your hands took the length that your mouth couldn’t fill, attempting to bob them in sync with the motions of your mouth. you gagged, a but uncomfortable with his remarkable size, but you were determined to please.

you puffed out your cheeks and dragged your tongue alone a prominent vein that made its way up his length, curving around his girth.

spencers noises were… driving you up the wall.

load moans, quick gaps. long high pitched whines. panting.

you continued your actions.. deliberately speeding up and slowing down to tease him, keep him on edge, you weren’t sure how much he could take.

what you really werent expecting was what followed…

spencer stiffened, his hands abandoning your hair and moving to his own thighs to ground himself, squeezing just a tad.

with a long, stretched out groan-turned-whine, spencer finished… releasing the evidence down your throat.. caught off guard, you pulled your lips off of him, slightly choking on the completely unexpected invasion making its way down your throat.

spencer was MORTIFIEDDD!! stuttering as his hands quickly ran to his face and remained covering his eyes.

“that was…”

honestly, to say you were shocked was an understatement. it had barely been two minutes, a minute thirty MAX!

spencer started stammering apologies, he was so embarrassed to have finished so quickly, he thought u were angry with him.

“that was so fucking hot.”

spencers apologies halted.

“w- what?..”

you smiled as you rose off your knees, leaning into his warmth.

“all this for me? you finished that quickly? all for me? just from what i did?”

spencer short circuited for the umpteenth time that night.

“fuck.”

your hands found their way to spencers cheeks, soft, and unbelievably warm.

“.. ‘m sorry, sorry…”

he mumbled under his breath as you kissed his lips once more; this time soft, light, pure. you looked him straight into his soft doe eyes as you pulled away.

“i love you”

the words had more of an effect on him than you anticipated. they had been said before; meaningfully, quickly, lovingly. but now, they were held in a completely different light. all of spencers insecurities washed away instantly, the deepest parts of his exceptional brain now a clean slate.

out of breath spencer fell into your soft touch

“i love you too.”

you kissed him on his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek, his lips, his chin. short and sweet but not any less effective.

“you were so good for me.”

he sighed into you touch, now feeling suddenly exhausted.

“so, so good. so good.”

you kissed his face again, then again, smiling when he sleepily looked up at you, surprising your lips with a kiss of his own.

you lifted yourself off of him, and took his hand in yours. now, with a clear and more focused mind; suddenly painfully aware of his nakedness in comparison to your body, fully clothed.

you chuckled as redness creeped up his neck once more, thighs and arms instinctively attempting to cover what you had already seen.

you leaned down once more and planted a peck onto the corner of his jaw.

“youre… breathtaking spence.. really.”

you chuckled to yourself.

“literally. aha, breath. taking.”

he sighed as he brushed off your sly joke, secretly smiling at your words.

spencer rose off of the couch, a little dizzy and disoriented as you led him into the bathroom.

“gonna get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

the idea of spending another second outside of his bed was killing him, but you had already started the water, preparing a towel and testing the temperature with your fingers.

“come on, look at you! youre all gross and sweaty.”

spencer now took the time to look at himself in the mirror. god you had done a number on him. purple marks now blooming and adorning his body, up the entirety of his neck and slowly travelling down his chest.

“my god.. i… how am i going to hide these? they.. they’ll destroy me!”

you giggled at his worries over his teasing coworkers now making your way into his bedroom, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up in the washroom. you were completely in love with this man.

you were screwed.

[cosmicporos]

What Arcane characters would gift you for Christmas!

Jinx, Vi, Ekko, Viktor, Jayce

(Semi crack Drabble… sorry for going super long with Viktor’s and Jayce’s HCs. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

(Jayce is Hispanic in my hc :3)

ENJOY AND HAVE FUN LOVE YALL<3

Not proofread

JINX

Hear me out… the first thing she would plan to gift you are decorated safety googles.

As a matter of fact everything she gifts you is handmade!

She knows you love to spend time with her when she’s in her workshop and the extra spare of googles she had were pretty crappy…

“Ugh, these old things? Pfft, they look like they’ve been through a freakin’ explosion… oh wait, they probably have! We gotta get you a new pair soon toots!”

They’d be totally decked out! Lots of character as she calls it.

“Okay toots check it out! Maximum protection but most importantly! They got style!”

The googles themselves would be in her classic style, very colorful paint, cute little heart scribbles all around! And of course lots of glitter….

“"I mean, you've got to stay safe while causing mayhem, right? And hey, if we're blowing stuff up together, you'll definitely need these. Plus, I made them perfectly for you. No one else will have goggles like these... trust me!"

I totally see her adding little handmade jewelry from her gears and spare parts, would totally make you a belt or choker out of spare bullets.

Vi

She would totally panic on what to get you for Christmas. Like what if you suddenly hate the thing you’ve loved since the very beginning she’s known you???

Would end up both buying and making you something!

She’s make you something small but meaningful

“Okay Okay fine! You can open mine now. Just don’t laugh too hard Cupcake…”

You’d open the poorly wrapped gift to uncover a bright pink scarf she knitted you! The stitching is a mess.. there a hole’s through the project (no doubt a missed stitch) but in all honesty it so cute you feel like your heart might explode.

"Yeah, I know I'm not, uh, the best at this kind of thing," she mutters, scratching the back of her neck, "but I figured you could use something to keep warm... and, you know, 'cause it's winter. And... you're important to me."

Guys please tell her she did an amazing job PLEASE.

She would also totally buy you a pair of combat boots! Totally saved up for months in advance.

She loves the idea of being able to match and have a bit of her style on you!

Ekko

Just like Jinx (sobs) he’d also make something for you!

The first thing he’d give you would be a little sketch book full of drawings of you from random moments throughout your relationship he remembers oh so clearly.

"I've been working on it for a while... It's... it's just a bunch of drawings. I mean, not just anything. Stuff that made me think of you. Stuff we've done, or things I hope we do. I don't know, it just felt like the best way to show how I feel about... well, us."

Okay he would also totally make you matching jewelry (matching clock hand necklaces?)

You’d force him to take the hour hand since it’s shorter (heheheh little man)

Once you explain your reasoning as to why he should take the smaller one he sighs disappointedly…

"Okay, okay, I get it," he finally says, a little less playful now, his voice softening. "I guess if you want me to wear it, I can..."

Then, a grin creeps back onto his face as he adds, "But don't think I'm letting you off the hook with the minute hand. You're wearing that one for sure." He places the hour hand necklace around his neck, the smaller pendant resting there, and looks up at you with that mischievous gleam in his eye.

He pauses, holding up his necklace, "I'm still the one with the bigger job. You'll just have to keep up." A proud smug smirk now rests on his face.

Viktor

FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN I LOVE THIS MAN

o k a y. He would just like Vi panic… not because he doesn’t know what to get you but because he totally is going Christmas shopping late… very very late.

As much as I would love to say he’d make some little invention to make your day easier and give it to you for Christmas I don’t see it happening.

Not because he wouldn’t do it but because he already does it all the time! A little example, you’re late for work often? A little robot that hits you with a plastic squishy hammer every morning at 7 am waking you up when he can’t!

He’d definitely want to make Christmas special, I see him buying you something and then doing something special for you too!

Christmas morning would be greeted with warm hugs and kisses along with an even warmer bowl of potato soup!

He wanted to make sure he perfected his mother’s Bramboračka recipe. It was a once a year meal him and his mother shared every Christmas day.

He’s not a good cook by any means… but this is the one dish he can make and oh boy can he make it.

"Don't expect perfection," he says with a small, self-conscious smile, as you catch him sneaking a taste of the soup. Viktor looks up, his gaze softening. "I hope you like it," he says, and despite his usual perfectionism, there's a quiet pride in his voice. You take a sip, and the rich flavors of mushrooms, potatoes, and herbs immediately comfort you, just like his mother's love must've comforted him all those years ago.

OKAY for the making gift he planned I see him commissioning something due to the fact a lot of his inventions lack aesthetics.

Specifically I see him commissioning a music box that functions as a a jewelry box as well! He would have loved to make it himself but he was worried he wouldn’t have gotten the look right.

"Do you like it?" he asks, his voice softer than usual, as if he's worried about the reception. "I had it made... I thought... it might remind you of us."

The detail was breathtaking-floral patterns etched into the surface, with tiny gears and delicate metalwork accenting the edges. The craftsmanship was stunning, and you couldn't help but run your fingers over the smooth finish.

you lifted the lid, and a gentle, lilting melody began to play. It was slow and sweet, a tune that felt timeless, and as you stared at the tiny figurines inside, your breath caught.

His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his cane, his gaze flicking between you and the music box. "I commissioned it," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "I had the craftsman use a sketch I made. It's how I see us... in my mind. How I feel when I hold you." He paused, his expression softening. "I thought... I thought you deserved something that would remind you of that. Of... how much you mean to me."

Jayce

Oh hon… Jayce would spoil you rotten.

I’m talking presents are overflowing underneath the tree.

You thought you lost your favorite piece of clothing? WRONG! He commissioned for more to be made in different colors and textures for you.

All the fragrances in the world he knew you would enjoy.

Cozy adorable pajamas we would give you Christmas morning so you could cuddle up drinking hot chocolate.

Spends Christmas Eve spoiling you and cuddling and being so tooth rottenly sweet.

It’s Christmas Eve, the scene was almost overwhelming. The living room looked like a perfectly curated holiday catalog-twinkling lights, a roaring fireplace, and, of course, an absurd number of gifts. Jayce sat cross-legged beside the tree, an excited grin lighting up his face as he handed you the first box. He had merely grinned, sheepish yet unrepentant. "What can I say? I got carried away?.”

"Open this one first," he urged, nearly vibrating with excitement. Inside was a bottle of an exquisite fragrance, the glass etched with delicate, swirling designs. It smelled divine-rich, warm, and entirely you.

"I figured you'd like that," he said eyes carefully watching everyone expression you make. You swear if he had a tail it would be swishing uncontrollably right now.

Christmas Day would be you spending Christmas day at his mother’s house!

(Listen I’m hc them as hispanic because for one HIS MOMS NAME HIS XIMENA… and two because why not :3 )

You have a great relationship with his Mother, she absolutely adores you and sees you as her daughter.

There’s lots of yummy food she’s prepared… perhaps too much for just 3 people?

Nonetheless, a pot of pozole, tamales de puerco and de dulce! And of course she made jayce’s favorite choco flan!

God she urges to to eat until you nearly pop! You have to undo your belt by the end of the night…

"Come, sit!" his mom insisted, pulling out a chair for you. "Jayce told me you've never had my tamales. That's a crime! Here, start with this." She placed one on your plate, her eyes twinkling.

Jayce sat beside you, his grin widening as you took your first bite. "Good, right?" he asked, nudging you playfully.

You could only nod, savoring the perfectly seasoned masa and tender filling.

Later in the evening, when everyone was too full to move, Jayce leaned over and slipped his hand into yours. His eyes were soft, his voice low as he said, "I'm glad you're here. This—" he gestured to the lively scene around you, "—feels perfect with you."

[kiszjuli]

・── spot me .ᐟ (N.JM)

(재민) ; fem!reader x na jaemin

──in which you start going to the gym, determined to try something new-even if it meant wrestling with difficult machines. seeing you struggle, along comes na jaemin, who offers to help with a bit of his experience. and somehow he keeps popping up.

genre. fluff, slightly suggestive, non!idol au ; tags. flirt!jaemin, jaemin is annoyingly shameless, gym au. ; w.c. 3.1k

!! not proofread !!

you had barely stepped foot into the gym when you started questioning all of your life choices. at least you had a cute workout set?

the air was thick with the scent of sweat and rubber, the sound of weights clanking against metal echoing in your ears. everyone here seemed to know exactly what they were doing. adjusting machines with ease, moving through sets like it was second nature. meanwhile, you stood there, clutching your water bottle like a lost child in a supermarket.

still, you weren’t about to back down. you set your sights on a machine that seemed harmless enough and made your way over, trying to act like you belonged. but as soon as you sat down and attempted to adjust the settings, you realized you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

“okay, no big deal,” you muttered to yourself, tugging at one of the levers. it didn’t budge. you tried again. still nothing. “seriously? why is this thing built like a medieval torture device?” you grumbled to yourself.

“need some help?”

the voice came from beside you, smooth and effortlessly amused. you turned your head, already prepared to politely refuse, only to freeze when you took in the sight before you.

a guy, probably around your age, maybe a little older, stood there, watching you with an easy smile. black hair, strong frame, gym bag slung over one shoulder like he walked straight out of a sportswear ad.

and he was looking at you like he had just found his new favorite thing.

you blinked. “uh—”

“jaemin,” he introduced himself before you could even process a response, he leaned on the machine—which you had at least discovered to be called a leg press.

you eyed his frame, then looked back at his eyes. “is this the part where i say my name and suddenly my gym struggles are over?”

his grin widened. “could be. or it’s the part where i help you before you embarrass yourself further.”

you scoffed. “bold of you to assume i’m embarrassed.”

“oh, my bad,” he said, leaning in slightly. “you’re totally owning the whole ‘fighting for my life against a leg press’ thing.”

you narrowed your eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. still, you crossed your arms. “i was doing just fine, actually.”

“right,” he nodded, clearly humoring you. “so, if i walk away right now, you’ll definitely figure out that you need to pull this knob first before adjusting anything?”

you glanced at the machine, then back at him. “…obviously.”

jaemin let out a soft laugh before reaching past you, fingers brushing yours as he effortlessly adjusted the settings. “there. now you won’t accidentally crush yourself.”

you exhaled through your nose, trying to ignore the way your skin tingled from the brief contact. “wow. thanks, random gym hero.”

“anytime,” he said easily, before flashing you a smile that was just a little too charming for his own good. “but if you really want to thank me, let me know when you need a spotter. i’d hate for your gym journey to end in tragedy.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

unironically, maybe you wouldn’t mind fighting with more gym machines if it meant talking to him again.

—

one day, after weeks of playful banter and his relentless presence at the gym, you finally give in.

“jaemin,” you call out, catching his attention as he fills his water bottle.

he turns instantly, eyebrows lifting in surprise—probably because you’re actually asking for him instead of trying to shake him off. “yeah?”

you hesitate for a second, then sigh. “can you spot me?”

his grin is immediate, almost smug, but there’s something warm in it too. “you finally trust me, huh?”

“don’t make me regret this,” you warn, but he’s already heading over.

standing behind you as you position yourself under the barbell, jaemin is different than usual. no teasing, no cocky remarks. just focused. and it’s… weirdly attractive.

“all right,” he says, voice even and steady. “you got this. unrack it slow, control your breathing.”

you do as he says, gripping the bar and easing it off the rack. as you lower into the first rep, you feel the weight immediately. heavier than you thought, but not unmanageable. still, it’s reassuring knowing he’s there—hands hovering just under the bar, ready to step in if needed.

“good, keep it steady,” he murmurs, eyes sharp. “breathe in on the way down, out on the way up.”

you push through the first few reps, his voice calm and guiding. when you hesitate on the last one, struggling slightly, his hands shift just enough to support you without taking over.

“c’mon,” he encourages, his voice lower now, right by your ear. “push through it. you got it.”

you grit your teeth, putting everything into the final rep, and with his steadying hands just beneath yours, you manage to rack the weight back up with a small, breathless laugh.

“see? easy,” he says, nudging your shoulder lightly as you sit up.

“easy for you to say,” you mutter, wiping the sweat from your brow.

he crouches beside you, eyes glinting. “you did good.”

for once, there’s no teasing in his tone, just genuine pride. and it does something to your stomach that you’d rather not acknowledge.

“thanks,” you say, meeting his gaze.

he grins, leaning just a little closer. “anytime. but you know… if you need help with anything else, i offer full-time training services. very exclusive.”

you roll your eyes, shoving him away lightly, but the warmth in your chest lingers.

—

the second time jaemin spots you, he actually does his job—for the most part.

you’re pushing through a set of squats, trying to focus on your form, when his voice comes from just behind you, steady and low.

“slow and controlled,” he says. “yeah, just like that.”

his hands hover close to your waist, not touching but near enough that you can feel his presence, his warmth. it shouldn’t be distracting. but then he murmurs, “perfect,” and something about the way he says it. soft, almost like praise, throws you off completely.

your balance wobbles mid-rep.

“shit—” you exhale, adjusting your footing before you tip over entirely.

jaemin is already there, steadying you with a hand at your hip, his fingers pressing firm through the fabric of your leggings. his grip is warm, sure, and the brief contact sends a zip of something unidentifiable up your spine.

“you good?” he asks, amusement flickering in his tone.

“yeah.” you clear your throat, regaining your focus. “just—distracted.”

he hums, far too entertained by this. “happens. but if i’m too distracting, i can always—”

“don’t.” you shoot him a look, and he grins, unrepentant.

“got it.”

you finish the set without any more mishaps, though you swear jaemin is closer than necessary for the rest of it, his presence a constant weight in the back of your mind.

when you straighten, breathless, he tilts his head. “so? will you admit i’m good at this?”

you roll your eyes, grabbing your water bottle. “for once, i’ll admit it you’re useful.”

“wow.” he presses a hand to his chest. “the highest compliment i’ve ever received.”

“don’t get used to it.”

his smirk lingers, eyes flickering over you in a way that makes it clear he’s already gotten used to being this close.

—

the next time you see jaemin, it’s not at the gym. and it’s not exactly planned either.

you’re standing at the counter of your favorite café, waiting for the barista to ring up your order when you notice the guy behind the register giving you a little extra attention.

“you come here a lot, right?” he asks, punching your total into the screen. “i feel like i’d remember someone like you.”

you blink at him, caught off guard by the obvious attempt at flirting. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

before he can say anything else, an arm drapes over your shoulder like it belongs there.

“she does,” jaemin’s voice cuts in smoothly, and your entire body tenses. “i should know. we come here together all the time.”

he says it so casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and before you can even process his presence, his warmth, his scent, the fact that he’s touching you. he reaches into his pocket and slides his card across the counter.

“put both on me,” he adds with a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

the barista’s expression flickers, just slightly. “right. okay.”

you don’t even get a chance to protest before the receipt prints, the transaction complete. jaemin thanks the guy with a polite nod, then leans down a little, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear.

“should i start getting jealous, or was that just a customer service voice?”

you elbow him lightly, heat creeping up your neck. “you are so—”

“charming? thoughtful? boyfriend material?”

you roll your eyes. “ridiculous.”

“same thing.”

your drinks arrive, and jaemin grabs them both before you can. he hands you yours, fingers brushing yours just enough to make you aware of the space (or lack thereof) between you.

as you step outside, you side-eye him. “you didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“i know.” he takes a sip of his drink, then glances at you with a smug little tilt of his lips. “but it was fun, wasn’t it?”

you scoff. “what, throwing your wallet around to intimidate some guy?”

“no,” he says, bumping his shoulder into yours. “having coffee with me.”

you don’t answer right away, but he catches the way your lips twitch like you’re fighting a smile.

jaemin hums. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

you shake your head, exhaling through your nose. “you are something else.”

“and yet, you keep talking to me,” he points out, grin widening.

you hate that he’s right. you hate even more that you don’t actually hate it at all.

—

following the day you met jaemin outside of the gym, you end up right back in the gym, deciding against better judgement to attempt deadlifts.

you’ve watched enough videos, seen people do it effortlessly, and it doesn’t look that hard. at least, that’s what you tell yourself. but after setting up the barbell and bracing yourself, you realize very quickly that maybe you’ve overestimated your abilities.

your grip keeps slipping, your back doesn’t feel quite right, and when you try to pull the weight up, it barely budges.

“need a hand, angel?”

you don’t even have to turn to know it’s jaemin. you exhale sharply, shaking your head. “i got it.”

“mm,” he hums, unconvinced. “that’s cute.”

before you can bite back a sarcastic remark, he steps behind you, far too close for your brain to function properly. his hands find your waist, adjusting you effortlessly, like he’s done this a million times.

“you’re all tense,” he murmurs, voice low near your ear. “relax a little.”

you swallow hard, hyperaware of the heat of his palms. “hard to relax when someone’s all up in my space.”

jaemin chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “you’re welcome to tell me to move.”

you don’t.

instead, you let him guide you, let him adjust your stance by nudging your foot with his, let him drag his hand along your arm to reposition your grip. when you attempt another lift, he follows the movement, hands skimming down your sides in encouragement.

“just like that,” he says, voice smoother than it has any right to be.

you manage to get the bar up, but it’s not the weight making you feel breathless. it’s him.

the second you drop the bar back down, you realize how close you still are, his chest brushing your back as he leans in slightly. “better, right?”

you exhale shakily, nodding. “yeah. better.”

jaemin tilts his head, watching you. his lips curl just slightly, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“you sure?” he teases, voice dipping.

you turn your head just enough to meet his gaze, only now realizing how close your faces are. his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, too fast to be certain, but enough to make your stomach flip.

you wet your lips, your breath still uneven. “positive.”

his smile deepens, and just when you think he might say something else, he steps back, leaving behind nothing but warmth and the frustrating ghost of his touch.

“good,” he says simply, picking up his water bottle. “same time tomorrow?”

you roll your shoulders, trying to shake off the tension he left behind. “yeah. sure.”

jaemin grins, tossing you a wink as he walks off. “can’t wait.”

you don’t realize how long you stand there, gripping your water bottle like it might bring your heart rate back to normal.

you were struggling to lift weight, so why does it feel like he’s the one who completely knocked the air out of you?

—

after the deadlift incident, you found yourself avoiding jaemin. not because you disliked him, but because you weren’t sure how to handle the way he made you feel. his easy confidence, the way he got under your skin without even trying—it was distracting, and the last thing you needed was more distractions.

so, you started going to the gym at night, hoping for some quiet time to focus on your workouts. fewer people, fewer chances of running into him. it seemed like a solid plan.

until you walked in and saw him already there.

jaemin was standing near the squat rack, adjusting weights like he had all the time in the world. he noticed you immediately, a slow grin spreading across his face as he rested his hands on his hips.

“well, well,” he drawled, tilting his head. “didn’t expect to see you here at this hour.”

you sighed, already bracing for whatever he was about to say. “i could say the same to you.”

he shrugged, picking up a towel and tossing it over his shoulder. “what can i say? some of us are just dedicated.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “right.”

jaemin stepped closer, his gaze flicking over you with something unreadable but undeniably amused. “and what about you? didn’t think i’d see you sneaking in for a late-night session. trying to avoid someone?”

your stomach twisted at how easily he caught on. “just thought it’d be quieter,” you said, keeping your voice light. “easier to focus.”

“ah,” he nodded, feigning understanding before smirking. “and yet, here i am. ruining your peaceful gym night.”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “not ruining. just… unexpected.”

jaemin stepped even closer, lowering his voice just enough to make the air between you feel heavier. “unexpected, huh? i’ll take that as a compliment.”

you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he leaned slightly to the side, as if assessing you. “so… what’s the plan for tonight? need another spotter? maybe a personal trainer?”

there was no stopping the laugh that escaped you. “you just don’t quit, do you?”

“not when i see something worth my time,” he shot back smoothly, his grin widening.

the tension was there, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was easy, playful, charged in a way that made you more aware of him than you wanted to be.

you sighed, shaking your head. “let’s just work out, alright?”

jaemin raised his hands in mock surrender, though his eyes still held that teasing glint. “whatever you say.”

and with that, he turned back toward his weights, leaving you standing there, already feeling like you’d lost some unspoken game.

—

the workout should’ve been simple. just you, the machines, and an hour of sweat and focus. but with jaemin there, throwing glances, flashing smirks, making casual comments that left your stomach flipping, it was anything but.

you were halfway through your set when he appeared beside you again, towel draped around his neck, arms crossed as he watched you with an amused expression.

“you sure you don’t need my help?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

you exhaled sharply, adjusting your grip on the bar. “pretty sure i can handle it.”

“mm,” he hummed, stepping just a little closer, enough that you could feel the warmth of him. “i don’t doubt you. but you did come here at night to avoid distractions, right? doesn’t seem like it’s working.”

you shot him a look, only for him to grin like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“you’re talking a lot for someone who’s supposed to be working out,” you muttered, refocusing on your reps.

jaemin didn’t move, just watched as you powered through the set, eyes flickering between your face and the way your body tensed with each movement. when you finally finished, you let out a breath, shaking out your arms.

“see?” you said, lifting your chin. “didn’t need you.”

he laughed under his breath. “sure. you looked good doing it though.”

you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “you flirt with every girl at the gym, or am i just special?”

jaemin leaned in, lowering his voice just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “oh, you’re definitely special.”

your breath hitched, but before you could say anything, he grabbed his water bottle and walked off, leaving you standing there, heart pounding.

damn him.

—

the gym was supposed to be a place of focus, of self-improvement—not whatever this was. not standing here, watching na jaemin wipe the sweat off his forehead, chest still rising and falling from his last set, looking every bit like he belonged on the cover of a sports magazine.

you should’ve walked away the second he caught you staring. but of course, he had to notice.

“see something you like?” his voice was still a little breathless, but that didn’t stop the teasing lilt in his tone.

you scoff, crossing your arms. “just shocked you’re finally breaking a sweat. thought you were invincible for a second.”

he grins, stepping closer. “cute. but you know what’s actually shocking? how long it’s taken me to ask you out.”

your stomach flips, but you mask it with a raise of your brow. “is that so?”

he nods, resting his hands on his hips. “yep. been waiting for the perfect moment, but you keep distracting me.”

“me?” you let out a short laugh. “right, because i’m the one shamelessly flirting while pretending to teach proper form.”

he smirks. “see? you do pay attention.”

you roll your eyes, turning to grab your bag, but he shifts, blocking your path. “just one date,” he says, voice softer now, but still playful. “somewhere nice. no gym memberships required.”

you pause, weighing your options, not that there was ever much of a debate. with a sigh, you shake your head. “fine. one date. but if you show up in a muscle tee, i’m walking out.”

his grin stretches wide. “noted. though i can’t promise you won’t get distracted again.”

you push past him with a groan, but he just laughs, calling after you. “don’t be late, princess. i’ve been waiting long enough.”

—

▸ j.note ; i am hyper fixated on jaemin’s arms sorry not sorry

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P1HARMONY Reaction: You Falling Asleep on Their Shoulder

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Keeho

“Wait, are you—?” Keeho is the last person to be caught off guard by something, but when you fall asleep on his shoulder, he freezes up. He doesn’t want to move or disturb you, so he stays completely still, holding his breath like he’s trying to play a game of statue. The first few minutes, he’s unsure what to do—“Should I move? I don't want to wake them up… but I really need to stretch…” Eventually, he just sighs, softly smiles, and relaxes, feeling a weird mix of warmth and embarrassment. “This is kinda nice…” He secretly loves it, but he's not about to tell you that. When you wake up, he’ll act super casual, but he’s definitely a little extra protective now.

Theo

“...Wow.” Theo is surprisingly calm about the whole thing. He’s used to being the cool and composed type, but with you falling asleep on him, he softens almost immediately. He adjusts his posture so you’re more comfortable and starts gently playing with your hair without realizing it. Theo gets a little too comfortable, too. “I didn’t know this could feel so nice…” He whispers it to himself. When you wake up, he smiles softly, trying to act like it’s no big deal, but you can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “Good nap?”

Jiung

“Oh my god, you're so cute.” Jiung is definitely caught off guard, but he can’t help but think you’re adorable. The moment your head hits his shoulder, he lets out a soft laugh and adjusts his arm around you so you don’t slip off. He might even gently nudge you to see if you’re still asleep, just so he can admire how peaceful you look. He tries to act cool, but the boy is blushing like mad. Jiung will take pictures if he thinks you won’t notice, but only for memories (totally not to have a photo of his crush asleep on him). When you wake up, he’ll be all flustered, trying to play it off like it’s no big deal, but his smile gives him away.

Intak

“Uh… are you seriously asleep on me right now?” At first, Intak is like, “What in the world?!” He’s not expecting you to just knock out on his shoulder, and he panics a little at first, trying not to move too much. He does his best to stay still, but then he can’t help but gently smile, feeling that protective instinct kick in. He might start quietly singing or humming to keep you asleep longer, just because it’s such a soft moment. When you wake up, he’s acting like it’s no big deal, but his face is completely red. “Did you sleep well?” He’s secretly happy, though.

Soul

“…Tch.” Soul is chill as always, but when you fall asleep on his shoulder, he doesn’t know how to feel. His first instinct is to look at you for a long time—he’s not embarrassed, but he’s definitely a little more aware of you than usual. After a few minutes of thinking, he just lets it happen, wrapping an arm around you so you don’t fall off his shoulder. Soul is super protective, though, so expect him to keep an eye on everyone else around you, making sure no one disturbs your peaceful sleep. If you wake up to him looking at you, he’ll act aloof, but there’s no mistaking the softness in his eyes. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep.”

Jongseob

“…Did you just fall asleep on me? Seriously?” Jongseob is too sweet for his own good. The second your head hits his shoulder, he’s completely flustered, trying not to freak out but also wanting to make sure you’re comfortable. He keeps glancing at you, unsure whether he should move or let you sleep. He’ll probably be softly smiling the whole time, totally enjoying the moment, even though he’s too shy to show it. When you wake up, expect a mildly flustered Jongseob, scratching the back of his head and trying to act like everything is fine. “Did you sleep okay? I, uh, didn’t know what to do… so I just stayed still.”

[wqlfstqr]

Hii can you write Leo x Reader where r wears a dress or skirt and Leo can’t focus bc she looks soooooo perfect? ( friends to loversss ) idk i feel like it would be cute😅

⋆𐙚 short skirts and short circuits 𖥻 leo valdez

▰▰ pairing : leo valdez x fem!reader

Leo has tried way too hard not to crush on his best friend. But when she suddenly decides to wear a skirt— yeah. That'll be a problem for him.

mari talks! i love leo requests hehe

warnings: no use of y/n, no cabin mentioned for reader.

Leo Valdez is great with machines. Engines, gears, blueprints, schematics. He knows it all. That's his thing. And he excels at it.

With humans, on the other hand... He isn't that great in that department. Especially when it comes to girls. Definitely when it comes to his best friend casually wearing a skirt around him.

She has always been cute. He knows that. Adorable. With paint on her fingers half the time, hair always pulled back into a ponytail, denim overalls over her camp orange shirt.

She has been his person since day one at camp. The one that always had his back— comfort in the shape of the only girl who doesn't treat him like a ticking time bomb. So yeah, Leo has always found her beautiful, to say the least.

But she isn't supposed to look like that.

She isn't supposed to just come into bunker nine wearing a skirt. A short skirt. And makeup that make her eyes sparkle in a way he thinks not even fireworks could replicate.

Safe to say, he almost sets something on fire the second his eyes fall on her.

"Hey." She says casually, like she didn't just rewrite the laws of his universe.

He drops his wrench with a loud clank. "Uh- hello."

Smooth. Real smooth, Leo.

He blinks at her, totally stunned. "Are you... going somewhere?"

"No? Just felt like dressing up." She shrugs.

Dressing up. Just because. Just felt like turning Leo's world upside down. Perfect.

Leo turns back to his half-built project and wills his hands to stop shaking. Focus. Focus on the bolts. Not the way her skirt twirls when she moves. Not the way her lips shine with lipgloss.

"Watcha working on today?" She comes closer to him, and Leo feels as stiff as a board.

"I— um— a new..." Gods, has he forgotten how to talk? "Stabilizer for- y'know... Festus."

She probably doesn't realize what she's doing to him, because she simply smiles and sits on a nearby stool, propping her chin on her hand to watch him work. Like always. Except this time, she's swinging her legs, almost as if she has a personal vendetta against his attention span.

He fumbles for the wrench again and nearly knocks over an entire tray of gears.

"You okay?" she asks, innocent and sweet and so pretty, Leo thinks it should probably be illegal.

"I—I'm fine. Yep. Totally. Great." His voice cracks a little. "Just short-circuited a little. I mean. Not me. The gear. Yeah, the gear short-circuited. I'm... great."

"You're acting weird." She giggles. "And I mean, weirder than usual."

"I'm acting..." Leo turns to look at her, eyes wide, hands shaking. "You're the one acting weird! You— Look at you! It looks like you're actively trying to melt my CPU."

She tilts her head, giggling innocently as if she doesn't understand what she's doing. Meanwhile, her legs are still softly swinging and the lipgloss shines under the light. This is so unfair.

"You're staring." She teases, but she can't help the way her voice sounds a little hopeful.

Leo opens his mouth. Closes it. Then opens it again.

"I'm not— I mean. Maybe. A little?" He scratches the back of his head. "It's not my fault you came in here looking like that, okay?"

"Like what?" Her eyes widen, mocking innocense as she stands up and walks closer to him.

He points to the skirt as if it personally tried to end him. Which, it really did. Almost killed him.

She raises her eyebrows, looking down as if she just realized she's wearing that damn skirt. "So the skirt's the problem?"

"No! I mean— there’s no problem with the skirt." He groans, hiding his face behind a dirty rag. "It's just... I'm— I've been trying hard. Really hard not to have a crush on you for like, years, and now you just show up like this and— and you really can't do that!"

"Why can't I? I mean it's just—" She stops once she has fully processed his words, the teasing smile drops from her face, replaced by something more softed, almost vulnerable. "You have a crush on me?"

Leo blinks at her, surprised. "I mean, obviously? Have you met you?"

There’s a beat of silence, her cheeks feel warm and it's definitely not because of the steam always coming from whatever Leo's working on.

"And you look pretty." He blurts out, feeling more nervous as the silence stretches. "I mean, you always look pretty. But like— extra pretty. Today. Right now."

"Are you flirting with me, Valdez?" She asks, voice suddenly unsure even as she tries to keep teasing him.

"No. I mean. Yes? I'm trying to." He admits, looking down. "I never really know what i'm doing when i'm around you."

She stares at him for a second, lips parted as if she's trying to figure out if she heard him right. And then she laughs. For a second, Leo thinks she's laughing at him. But no. That laugh is not teasing or mean, it just sounds... relieved.

"Leo." She says softly, smiling at him. "I've been trying to flirt with you for months."

His eyes snap up. "What?"

"Yeah." Hesitantly, she steps a little closer to him. "But since you never acknowledged it, I just kinda figured... you weren't interested."

Leo thinks maybe he'll be exploding like his inventions in just about any second.

He scrubs a hand down his face. "Gods, I'm so dumb."

She giggles, reaching to pull his hand down, instead taking it in hers. "Maybe just a little oblivious?"

"Definitely." He agrees, finally dropping the rag he has been torturing with his hands. "But—"

He takes a deep breath, eyes connecting with hers as he hesitantly places his hand on her waist. He tugs her closer, guiding her to stand between his legs where he's sitting.

"This is me noticing." He tells her, voice still unsure. "And the flirting? It's working. Really working. Like i'm about five seconds from completely short-circuiting."

She's blushing, he can see it now that he's closer. "So... what happens now?"

Leo doesn’t know where he finds the courage to, but instead of replying, he's suddenly leaning forward, heart in his throat. And he kisses her.

She melts into it immediately, like this is something she has been waiting too long for. And it's a little messy. But it's perfect, because it's them.

When they finally break apart, she rests her forehead against his, a smile tugging on her lips, the lipgloss smeared. "I should definitely wear skirts more often."

He groans. "I'm never getting anything done ever again."

But Leo Valdez has never been more glad to short-circuit.

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Ghost Driver 4

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Danny was starting to suspect he had kidnapped a child. He rapped his fingers against the steering wheel nervously. Jeeze. That was bad. Was Danny the stranger danger? He hit the brakes hard and turned the wheel hard to pull off a parking trick. He didn’t intend to be the stranger danger!

‘I think that is a human child. Wow, I hate myself.’ Danny turned off the car and resisted the urge to beat himself into unconsciousness against the steering wheel. ‘But he’s been helpful. Maybe it’s fine?’

He put that anxiety away to deal with later. 

“Here we are.” Robin unbuckled gingerly, another nail in the coffin he definitely didn’t have. What kind of ghost would use a seatbelt? Danny wanted to slap himself in the face. Maybe Robin didn’t know what Danny had thought. He hadn’t called him a ghost, right? Not directly. Maybe there was a way out of this social situation that wouldn’t be really awkward.

‘He appeared out of like, nowhere,’ Danny defended himself miserably. ‘In a graveyard! He moves weird- he’s just a spooky little guy.’

It was probably the kind of mistake that anyone could make. 

Whatever. 

He let Robin take the lead, mind and stomach churning. This had been such a weird day. First off, Victor had turned out to be not Victor, and also to be a total knockout babe. Then, Jay did like, a big hero thing promising to keep Danny safe and kissed his hand and—

His face burnt at the memory. Anyway, of course he was trying to find the guy. Anyone would want to secure a date. 

‘I am starting to wonder if he’s dead, though, and I just didn’t notice. The news articles about his death and also the headstone are pretty compelling evidence. Did I fail to notice he was dead?’

In past he would have said “fat fucking chance, I am an expert.” But, uh.

‘It’s not like I’ve never been fooled before. I thought Spectra was alive at first. And...’

He cut a look at Robin. Christ, his chest was expanding. Yeah, he was breathing. Danny wound fingers through his hair and pulled. Real. Human. Child. He grimaced.

 He was going to jail for like, ever. 

“I’m a disgrace to ectology and the afterlife,” he said mournfully.

Robin cut him a surprised look, movement sharp and aptly birdlike. “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” Danny dismissed. “Get the door open, it’s fine.”

“Like it’s that easy,” Robin muttered, but he went back to whatever arcane stuff he was doing. Because he was not a ghost, and couldn’t just phase through. Danny stuck his hands in his pockets, resigned to seeing how this played out.

It took Robin nearly ten minutes to disarm the security system, but he opened the door to the safe house gingerly. Nothing shot them. 

“Lemme go first,” Danny said, because he sort of still hoped that Batman wouldn’t break his fingers with a novelty bat-shaped hammer for this offense. He edged past Robin and into the apartment. He flicked on a light. “Oh, there he is,” Danny said, relieved.

Robin ducked in under his shoulder shockingly fast. “Jason?” He pulled up short. 

“Yeah, he’s out of it,” Danny agreed. Jason was slouched on the sofa, hand hanging over the side. He had some kind of road rash up the side of his face, scabbing up to his left ear. He had bandages around a hand and his neck. He had stripped down to the sleeveless undershirt and sports leggings. Unf. 

“Nice,” Danny said appreciatively.

“Is he dead?” Robin asked, sotto voice. 

Danny shrugged. “Not more dead than he was before?” He hedged. 

“….Are there quantifiable variations of being dead?” Robin asked. 

Shit. Danny went stiff. “No, finish your milk,” he snapped. 

“I’m… not drinking any milk.” 

Danny frowned, thrown off his groove.

Right. This wasn’t the neighbor’s kid he occasionally babysat. That tactic wouldn’t work to shut down unwanted questions. Or would it?

“Go get some, the kitchen is over there.” 

Robin stood still and looked very offended. That was good enough. Danny pushed past him to check Jason over a little more closely. He noticed a cheap flip phone on the floor near where his hand was dangling. He picked it up to see a message on the screen that said “serry I canf come but I call latert”. It was unsent. He checked. It was almost directed to his phone: Jason had gotten the last digit wrong.

“Aww,” Danny said, charmed. “He tried.” He snapped the phone shut and made sure the guy was breathing and not bleeding through his bandages or anything. Danny checked the color of his fingernails for oxygen discoloration, his heart rate, his pallor. He finished and stood back with his hands on his hips. 

“Well?” Robin snapped. 

Danny shrugged. “His blood is inside? I’m not a doctor yet and it’s not like there’s any equipment here. His pulse is fine, color looks good…” He scratched the back of his head. “I think he’s just sleeping off a concussion.” 

“A concussion?” Robin’s voice went high. 

Jason groaned, head lolling.

“He’s up!” Danny hovered off the ground. “Hey, you undead?” He poked at Jay’s chest gently. 

Jay batted at his hand, poorly. It didn’t connect. “Mm not dead anymore,” he complained, face scrunched up. “Joker’s not dead either. Leave me to suffer.” 

“…Do you want Joker dead?” Danny asked. He cocked his head to the side. “I think we can hide that.” There was nothing saying that a prisoner transferred to the Infinite Realms had to be kept there alive. In fact, it might be more convenient for Walker if the guy fit his usual prisoners’ general description. 

“We can not hide that,” Robin interrupted. Party pooper.

He cut a sideways glance at the child. Hmm. “Isn’t it your bedtime?” Danny asked casually. They needed to ditch him to get anything done. 

“It’s time for breakfast,” Robin snarked. “Look outside.” 

“…Do I have to feed you?” Danny asked, alarmed by the expanding nature of responsibility. He didn’t wait for a response, because it was obvious. When you cart around a child, you have to feed them at mealtimes. What did Jay even have in this kitchen? Danny wasn’t a particularly accomplished cook. He crossed the apartment in a panic to peer around the fridge. 

12 eggs, still within date. Uh… there was some butter in the fridge as well, and milk with two days left. He shook the carton. Basically full. Um…. He opened cupboards in search of carbs. Nothing. 

“Freezer,” Robin suggested. 

Danny checked. “I didn’t know you could freeze bread.” He turned it over in his hands dubiously. “Okay… toast and eggs.” 

Thank god he didn’t have any classes today. He was going to crash so hard once he’d finished everything important.

Jason didn’t react to anything they had said or done. Danny stuck his head out of the kitchenette to squint at him. The guy was still immobile on the sofa.

“Maybe breakfast is what he needs,” Danny decided, dubious. But that was a real thing! People need food to recover. Calories might help him.

Robin perched on the counter and watched Danny with a weird intensity. “I’m just melting butter in a warm pan,” Danny told him. Maybe the kid didn’t know how to cook. “Wanna help? Put the bread in the toaster.” 

Robin didn’t move. “You’d better do it.” 

…weird. 

Danny took out two slices of frozen bread and stuck them in the toaster. “It’s easy, bro,” he said, nonplussed. “Insert, and pull this lever down.” He demonstrated. “Check the time— I’ve got it for two minutes, it probably won’t be enough but we can check on it.” 

He turned back to the fry pan. The butter was bubbling now. He cracked two eggs in. It sizzled pleasantly. 

The sound helped him think things through. How was he going to do this? Skulker might fight to keep his new guest. And Walker- Danny grimaced. Walker had never really forgiven him for that prison break thing. 

‘I might need to lean on someone else’s authority,’ Danny mused. ‘Walker respects other cops. So I should, like, get that police guy to come and ask for the paperwork directly.’

It felt like no time at all until he scraped an egg off onto a piece of toast and handed it to Robin. He put the other on a plate and made one more toast and egg for Jay. 

Robin followed him to the living room,  toast in hand. 

“Go on, eat up.” Danny shoved his own toast into his mouth in one ghastly crunch. His cheeks stuck out as he began chewing on it. Then he plopped down on the floor next to Jay and started prodding his face again. “Hey. Hey.” Poke. “Breakfast.” 

Jay groaned. He unsuccessfully tried several times to bat Danny’s hand away, but eventually gave up and clutched the open-faced sandwich. 

“Gucky,” Danny said, observing the very odd way Jason was gripping the egg directly. Yolk leaked out under his middle finger. But he ate it, though, so it was fine. 

He turned on Robin when he remembered he was there. “Can you get home by yourself?” He asked. 

Robin looked at him with his creepy white eyes. “…No.” His wrist was flashing red. Was that like, a bird message system? Was it some kind of alarm going off because he had gone out of the acceptable Robin roaming range? Robin was pretending not to notice it.

Danny groaned and let his head rest against Jason’s leg. “Fine,” he complained. “Uh. I’ll take you home, then go move the Joker, get paperwork from Walker, and come back to give it to- what’s up?” He looked up through his bangs. Jason had grabbed onto his hair. 

“Joker?” He peeled an eye open. “No…” 

“You heard the man,” chirped Robin. “He doesn’t want you to interfere with the course of justice.”

Jason, Danny discovered, still had the egg yolk in his hand. He discovered this because Jason flung it dead center on Robin’s face. 

“Ha,” Danny said. The child was a downer, what could he say? “I think he wants me to interfere with the course of justice,” he parroted snootily. Even though that wasn’t at all what was going on. 

“Dangerous,” Jason said. He peeled one bloodshot eye open. He looked terrible.

“You look awful,” said Danny. “Lie down- no, don’t get up, what are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you,” Jason grunted. He waved a hand at Robin. “And this hallucination of my childhood innocence.”

“Actually-“

“Sh.” Robin rushed to get the door open. “Support his arm, will you?” 

“You still have an egg face,” Danny told him sulkily. He picked Jason up effortlessly. He ignored the muttered:

“I can fly?” 

from his passenger. “Come in, bird, we gotta get you home before someone murders me.” Danny jangled the keys and sunk down through the floor to make a point. Robin’s shouted “hey!” was muffled through the floor. Danny snickered and settled Jason in the passenger seat.

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Hi Hi !!! I really love your fics

Can I request a gn reader who loves to manhandle the BL boys (Kinda like aggressive affection).

Thank you, and have a good day :D

CANT ESCAPE MY AFFECTION!

·˚ ༘ ꒱ summary bluelock boys with an s/o who loves aggressive affection

·˚ ༘ ꒱ characters isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , itoshi rin , nagi seishiro , mikage reo , chigiri hyoma , hiori yo , shidou ryusei , itoshi sae , michael kaiser , alexis ness

·˚ ༘ ꒱ warning lowercase intended , gn reader

·˚ ༘ ꒱ a/n idk how - but im pretty sure this flopped :sob: so sorry nonnie :( <3

·˚ ༘ ꒱ isagi yoichi

isagi is kind of taken aback at first, because he’s more used to subtle affection (kinda), but when you pull him into a bear hug and start giving him smothering kisses, he’s so down.

he’s always flustered, trying to return the affection but not quite knowing how to keep up with your energy. when you go in for a kiss, he literally freezes, and you have to drag him in.

"yoichi, c'mere, i don't bite! >:/ "

"w-wait, can’t you, uh, just take it slow- 🥲"

"nope, i'm coming for you whether you like it or not!"

"i... okay? 😅"

·˚ ༘ ꒱ bachira meguru

bachira lives for it. he’s all about that playful, chaotic love. he’ll give you the most dramatic responses and egg you on.

if you get overly affectionate, he’ll tease you by trying to run away and play “catch me if you can,” but then he’ll let you tackle him because he loves the aggressive attention. it’s like his personal sport.

"bachira, i'm not letting you go today!"

"haha, i can totally outrun you! try me!"

"watch me catch you!"

"ah, you did it! but only because i let you."

"you're so annoying, i’m kissing you anyway."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi rin

to put it simply... rin’s not used to this level of affection ( at all ), but once he realizes you’re serious about it, he melts 🫠. he’ll let you drag him into all the kisses, but he might act like he’s annoyed at first.

he’ll do that thing where he crosses his arms and smirks while you’re all over him, but secretly, he’s a little soft on the inside. once you start kissing his neck or leaning on him aggressively, he’s completely done for.

"ew, stop that."

"i’m literally hugging you wdym. D:"

"do it again."

"i- fine by me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ nagi seishiro

nagi is lwk confused at first ( :x face and all ), but when you pounce on him and wrap your arms around his neck, he just goes with the flow. he’s so relaxed and chill about the whole thing, and honestly? he really likes being adored.

he might just let you do all the aggressive cuddling, because it’s easier than fighting you. if you push for more, he’ll pretend to be a little annoyed, but in reality, he’s soaking up every moment.

"sei, you’re stuck with me today, deal with it."

"can i, like, not deal with it?"

"nope, too bad."

"…fine. i’ll just enjoy the cuddles."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ mikage reo

reo is the most dramatic when it comes to aggressive affection, but he’s secretly obsessed with it. if you hug him from behind and cover his face in kisses, he’s all “oh no, how will i survive?” but he loves it.

he might complain, but he’s always the first to pull you closer and make sure you’re comfortable. even if he’s acting all sophisticated, he’s a softie for your wild love.

"reo, i’m not done yet!"

"oh nooo, i’m going to be suffocated by love!"

"you’re so dramatic."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ chigiri hyoma

chigiri is a bit flustered at first because he’s not sure how to handle all your aggressive affection, but he’ll warm up to it. he loves being loved—he just needs a moment to process.

if you’re all over him, he’ll take it in stride. he’ll laugh it off and act cool, but you can totally tell he’s enjoying it. maybe he gets a little shy when you shower him with kisses, but he definitely melts into your arms when you do.

"chigiri, you’re not getting away today!"

"what do you mean? i’m always getting away!"

"not today, my love."

"you’re a menace." ( lovingly )

·˚ ༘ ꒱ hiori yo

hiori is soft about it. like- he doesn’t even try to escape. you could probably lift him off the ground with a hug, and he’d just be like “okay, this is happening.”

he loves the attention, and he’s so gentle back, giving you the same level of affection in return. he might blush a bit, but he’s more than happy to let you shower him with attention.

"yo, hiori, you're stuck with me."

"uh-huh, i’m fine with that."

"you’re so cute when you get all shy."

"you’re the cute one here."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ shidou ryusei

shidou absolutely thrives in this environment. he loves being manhandled, basically. if you aggressively kiss his neck or give him a bear hug, he’s probably gonna pretend to act like he’s annoyed, but secretly? he’s loving it.

he might challenge you, though. like, “you think you can take me on?” but deep down, he’s ready to be held, kissed, and adored however you want.

"i’m gonna keep kissing you until you can’t breathe."

"oh? bring it on, i’ll kiss you back harder."

"you’re such a brat."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ itoshi sae

sae acts as cool as ever, but when you pull him into a tight hug and kiss him aggressively, he’s completely unbothered. he won’t show it, but you can tell he really likes it.

he might keep his face neutral, but his hands are definitely moving to pull you in closer, and he’ll even wrap his arm around you to make sure you stay put. he won’t say it, but he’s so happy to be adored by you.

"you’re clingy today .. more than usual."

"you bet i am. deal with it."

"oh well."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ michael kaiser

kaiser is such a dramatic baby. he acts like he’s too important for aggressive affection, but the second you throw yourself at him, he’s all “yes, this is exactly what i wanted.”

he makes a big show of rolling his eyes, but you know he’s loving every second of it. he even tries to one-up you sometimes, like, “you think you’re the only one who can be aggressive with love?” and then he’ll pin you down in return.

"i’m gonna smother you with kisses, just you wait."

"pfft, i dare you."

"watch me."

·˚ ༘ ꒱ alexis ness

ness might seem shy about your affection at first, but he’s totally into it. he doesn’t push you away, but he might give you the sweetest smile when you throw yourself at him.

he’ll pull you in and let you cuddle him as much as you want, and when you kiss him all over his face, he’ll blush like crazy but still hold you tight.

"ness, stop looking so cute while i’m trying to kiss you."

"i can’t help it… :') "

"you’re gonna be the death of me."

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