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also rtd saying the “fans” favourite episode is blink when heaven sent was voted the top episode is making me crash out
#this is bias because i think blink is overated#but heaven sent was voted the top episode by the Doctor Who magazine fan poll#blink was voted sixth#rtd stans stay out of my post i just want to rant and continue my rtd hate#dw negativity#rtd hate#doctor who#dw spoilers#dw#last doctor who post in a while#also i vastly disagree with consensus that it��s the best episode to get new fans into like no?#it doesn’t set up the tone for the rest of the show as it’s doctor lite#like if you don’t want to start a fan at rose then start them are eleventh hour
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Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna hated you. He hated you with a passion. Scratch that, Sukuna despised you.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna hated your snarky comments towards him and your feigning innocence when coach came around. He hated the way coach would use your "talent" as an "example" to the rest of the team like you were some pro athlete who's ability should be a standard.
He hated the way you'd tilt your head up in pride when you'd finish a 100 meter sprint in 11.64 seconds (which was only .4 seconds faster than him), walking past him silently with a face that said, "try and beat that," and he hated coaches bias comments about how great you were just because you were his daughter.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna loved track and field, he truly did. He strived to be the best not only because it boosted his ego, but also because he needed to get that full ride scholarship if he wanted to get into college. It was his only chance at going pro and he was not going to give that up.
But as of late, his hatred toward you and his determination to beat you blurred that love for the sport. He just wanted to win. Against you.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who wanted to throw himself across the field when coach told him he had to be partnered with you for "training".
"Scouts are going to be at this weeks meet and we need you to be at peak performance. Especially if you want that scholarship," coach says, raising a knowing eyebrow toward Sukuna.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Sukuna grumbles, dragging his feet as he makes his way over to you. He rolled his eyes at the way you tied up your spikes all confidently and the way you started stretching like you knew exactly what you were doing. God, he wanted to puke.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who grumbled and groaned and complained the entire time you tried talking to him. He hated every idea you threw at him, and rolled his eyes every time you so much as blinked at him. No, he didnt want to jog a couple warm up laps, no he didnt want to stretch (with you), and no, he absolutely didn't want to talk about what he needed to improve on.
Sukuna was the best, he didn't need to improve on anything. It's literally just running.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who's baffled when you say
"You sure? Because you run like you're trying to prove something instead of just running," you say while swinging your arms.
"Also, your stride is a bit sloppy...I think we could work on that?" You suggest and Sukuna is caught off guard for a moment.
You didnt sound like you were teasing. You seemed to actually be pointing out a flaw and Sukuna didn't like that. He didnt need improvement. But the nagging feeling telling him you were right itched at the back of his mind.
"Tch. My stride isn't sloppy." He grumbles, crossing his arms, his stubbornness evident.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who considers that maybe you were right. Maybe he did need to work on some stuff, but he doesn't want your help. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have a choice. So, Sukuna swallows down his pride—only some—and gives in.
"What would you...suggest..." He's obviously not use to asking for help.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna who already saw improvement from your training. You had him practicing high knees, side steps, and calf hops, and Sukuna could already see progress.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna didn't want you to get the wrong idea though. just because you were helping him did not mean you two were friends. Far from it, actually. With your advice, it gives sukuna an opportunity to get better than you, which was his ultimate goal.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna goes home with a strange warmth pooling in his stomach—one he refuses to name. He didn't recognize this feeling, the warmness he felt. The amount of attention and care you were putting into his training really caught him off guard.
You were being...sweet? The way your soft hands felt against his shoulder when he did a good job at something, or the way your eyes would light up when you saw his improvement.
The entire time during practice he kept telling himself that he still hated you, that this was just for a couple more months until you guys graduate and he never has to see you again. That he was just using you for his benefit so then he could be the best.
But why did his stomach turn every time you praised him? Every time you looked at him, he felt a tightness in the back of his throat—not like he was about to vomit—it was different.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna recalls all the past times you both interacted, his memory shifting perspectives of you. You were kind. Encouraging. And somehow, all of that made him feel worse. You never had an ounce of pride in your bones, always so humble.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna wonders if it ever really was hate. Or maybe he had been lying to himself all along. I mean, hes never had a conversation with you, only exchanges due to forced proximity, coaches orders. Hes never recalled a time where he ever not hated you.
It seemed like the moment he met you, he despised you without a reason, but now that he actually talked to you, he found himself burning for more.
But, It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t anything. It was just training. That’s all. Or that's what he was telling himself.
Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna got a taste of your sweetness—and now he’s addicted.
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A/n: hello hello hello I'm freaking out anyway I hope you like it skaterboy!ino is coming out next love you guys bye
Oh also sukuna and reader are seniors in high school now, but they will be graduated and in college before the smutty stuff happenss 😌↕️
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currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?
“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”
“irrelevant.”
dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.
“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”
but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.
“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”
enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,
“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”
“she will.”
you continue to scroll through your phone.
but dante takes your silence as intrigue.
“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”
“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”
dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”
“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”
as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.
“hey! watch it—“
“your spoon, lady,”
you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”
“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”
“oh !”
enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.
“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”
you raise a brow. “the first ?”
dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”
“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”
dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”
“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”
dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—
“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”
clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”
“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”
dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”
you wave them goodbye and make your exit.
“God, i love women.”
“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.
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☆ secretary!reader first interview/introduction into the company with ceo!rafe
You’re nervous. Rafe can see that. In the way your pretty teeth dig into the plushy flesh of your lip—in the way your fingers are fidgeting with your skirt, or twirling at your hair. Your feet squirming slightly under the seat, heels clicking faintly against the ground with your movements.
God.
He keeps his reaction to himself, instead just smirking slightly as he leans back in his chair. You’re beautiful and he knows he’s gonna hire you anyway, honestly, but he’s enjoying watching you like this.
“So, Miss Y/L/N,” Rafe begins, his voice deep and drawling and blank to anything he’s thinking. He keeps his eyes dead set on you, the intensity of his stare making your thighs clench lightly despite yourself: the action causes your cheeks to heat a bit, this could be your boss! but Rafe just smirks wider, not outwardly acknowledging, “why do you want to work for Cameron development?”
You blow out a little breath, Rafe’s eyes dropping down to the movement of your chest with it, before you natter on about why (even though all that’s really in your head now is because you’re ridiculously hot and I would kill for you to bend me over this desk)
Rafe listens, finding with genuine surprise that he’s not bored. He does this shit too often—interviewing new people. Ever since he took over the business, he’s wanted more workers, more people, expand the business etc. Improve—he’s proactive like that. But fuck him sideways, people are just boring. But you’re impressive, and likeable, and okay maybe he’s already a little bias because of your pretty pretty face and the way your business casual look hugs your body—he wants to touch but he’s enjoying listening. Your voice is sweet, he thinks, he wants it right in his ear, to feel your breath against his skin—as he watches your lips move with your words.
Idly wondering how they would look sucking at his skin. Bitten between his teeth. What flavour lip balm do you use? Your lips are shiny. Distractingly so. He wants to taste, now. Touch, taste, feel.
Once you finish speaking, his eyes flicker back up to yours lazily. Like he wants you to see he’s been admiring you, like he doesn’t care that you can sense his probing stares. It shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.
He gives you an approving nod, still smirking faintly. He leans forward in his seat, one large ringed hand sliding a few forms over your way but remains leaned in even after he’s passed them.
“Welcome to Cameron’s development, Miss Y/L/N.” He drawls your last name like a secret and a promise all at once, smirk widening.
You blink, face scrunching in confusion, “That’s all?”
He huffs a small gruff laugh, nodding his assent. “That’s all.” Rafe repeats, slightly amused and almost mocking as he tilts his hand and looks at you.
Your stomach flutters despite yourself. “Shouldn’t there—“
“Ah-ah.” Rafe cuts you off, raising a brow. The smirk on his face never leaving but becoming more pointed now. “I’ve got full reign over my company. My people. And I want you to be my secretary, ain’t matter how much I ask you. I want you. ‘Kay? Be happy, you got the job.”
His voice is deep, slow and firm. A man who knows he’s in control. Knows he’s the boss. Thrives off it in that quietly confident way. The look in his pretty eyes is vaguely dark, but almost amused, that smirk that’s causing your heart to fucking palpate always seeming to be on his mouth. He says ‘I want you’ with such a sure, subtly sly tone that it makes you forget you’re even at a job interview for a moment—that this man, this outrageously attractive guy, is going to be your boss. It makes your belly flutter with heat and you grip your thighs in your hands, actively fighting against the urge to squeeze them together like a desperate whore instead of the professional, polite woman you’re trying to be. That you are.
“Thank you, Mr. Cameron.” You say then, smiling sweetly. Excited, curious, apprehensive and nervous all at once. This was a lot easier (and more erotic) than you expected. Your voice is soft and polite as you tentatively reach forward and slide the paperwork your way.
Rafe chuckles again, rough and pleased, his eyes never leaving you—he leans back a little, his hand gives the back of yours a feather light brush as he hands the paperwork off. You bite back a sound. “Welcome to the team.” He welcomes you again, his smirk morphing into an arrogant grin.
You hate that you think that’s hot.
“Glad to be part of it.”
He smiles without much warmth, his foot brushing against yours from under his desk. He moves it unhurriedly, not apologising, like he wants you to feel it. Him. Not doing anything but watch you with the look that’s making your belly turn and flutter.
Shit.
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so, I recently began rewatching NANA TOUR and woozi was bias wrecking me the whole time. 🫣
I really love your 14th member of seventeen writings, can I request for woozi and female member of seventeen moments in nana tour (they can be publicly dating or in secret)?
THANK YOU SM ♡
Public but Private | idol!Woozi x 14thMember | fluff



The clock read 3:27 AM when a loud knock rattled your hotel room door. Groggy and barely conscious, you blinked at the ceiling, your brain struggling to process what was happening. Beside you, Woozi stirred, his arm loosely draped over your waist.
Another knock. Louder this time.
"Y/N! Open up!"
You groaned, burying your face into the pillow. "Make it stop..."
Woozi sighed, shifting slightly but making no attempt to get up. "Ignore it. Maybe they’ll go away."
No such luck. The door burst open, revealing a camera crew and a very excited Seungkwan, who immediately froze at the sight before him. His mouth opened, then closed, before his eyes widened in realization.
"OH."
The cameraman was already filming. You barely had time to process before Seungkwan broke into a fit of laughter.
"THEY CAUGHT YOU!" he practically screamed, clutching his stomach. "You guys have been dating publicly for months, and this is the first time we actually get to see it?"
Woozi groaned, rolling onto his back and covering his face with his arm. "This is a nightmare."
"This is comedy," Seungkwan corrected, wiping away fake tears. "Now get up! We’re getting kidnapped by Na PD!"
You blinked, finally catching up to reality. "Wait, what?"
"Nana Tour, baby!" Seungkwan threw his arms in the air. "Pack your stuff, you have five minutes!"
With that, he and the crew disappeared, leaving you and Woozi in stunned silence.
After a beat, Woozi sighed. "I hate this already."
You flopped back onto the bed. "Same. But at least we’re suffering together."
"We’re going to Italy!" Hoshi shouted dramatically as soon as they reached the airport.
"You don’t know that!" Jeonghan countered. "We could be going anywhere!"
"I just have a feeling."
You stifled a yawn as you clutched your coffee, trying to stay upright. Woozi, ever the quiet observer, nudged your arm. "You’re going to fall asleep standing up."
"That’s the dream."
He smirked, but before he could respond, the staff handed out boarding passes, and chaos ensued as everyone tried to figure out their destination.
"PARIS?!" Seungkwan shrieked. "Oh, we are about to live our Emily in Paris moment!"
You gasped. "Boo Seungkwan, the Parisian influencer arc is starting!"
Woozi shook his head in amusement as you and Seungkwan dramatically linked arms, pretending to strut through the airport as if you were in a fashion show. Despite the exhaustion, he found himself smiling at how easily you could make things entertaining.
Hours later, the group finally landed in Paris, excitement filling the air. The members were split into teams for the day’s adventure, and luck (or fate) paired you with Woozi.
"This feels suspiciously like a setup," you mused as the two of you wandered through the streets of Montmartre, cameras following at a distance.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. They want us to act like a couple on camera."
Woozi sighed. "We are a couple."
"Yeah, but we’ve never really shown it," you pointed out. "I think they’re hoping for something more... affectionate."
He smirked. "So what? You want to put on a show?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Only if you’re up for it."
After a beat, he reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours, his grip warm and steady. "Guess we might as well give them what they want."
Your heart did a little flip—not because it was the first time he held your hand, but because it was the first time he did it in front of the cameras.
And when the footage aired, the internet would lose its mind.
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After the events of civil war, Steve had gathered his team to reluctantly sign the updated and edited accords, Tony had accepted his mistakes and so did Steve, but that wasn't going to mend Tonys distrust of steve.
The captain was sad about that fact..but he didn't push it on him he decided it wouldn't be good to push a guy who was housing him and the guy who (unconsciously) killed Tonys parents.
The tower became a strained alliance between Tonys team and Steve's team and for the first month... everything was.
Until Peter Parker Swung into the tower casually walking past them and grabbing a caprisun and a Twix bar
"uh-are-what are you doing here..your like 12.." wilson spoke up startling the kid who had his headphones on, he ripped it out raising an eyebrow
"I'm 16..how old are you" he asked but didn't let him respond when Tony walked in, the older man's eyes lighting up in happiness when he saw Peter, something Steve's team hadn't seen in..awhile.
"kid! What are you doing here it's not lab day?" Tony grinned putting an arm around Peter
The kid shrugged ducking his head away from Tonys hand that was trying to ruffle his hair, "well..I left my chemistry homework here, and Its due tomorrow, it couldn't wait Mr stark" he beamed
"awh, not cause you missed your old man?" Tony teased leading Peter out the kitchen
"no way old man"
Clint turned his head the gears turning in his head as he blinked dumbly
"is that your kid? " Clint blurted out, an uncomfortable silence filling the space.
Tony turned to Clint with a confused almost annoyed look "uh..no. this is my intern. And Spiderman. obviously." Tony said dryly motioning to Peter.
Peter flushed in embarrassment turning his head from the spluttering avengers
"Tony! We fought a kid?! That was 2 years ago he was 14!" Steve said outraged as he stood up
Bucky tensed at the raising voices, Tonys eyes narrowed as Natasha intervened "it's very nice to meet you Peter." She said putting her hand out. Peter blinked "woah..I'm meeting the black widow..your.. awesome!" He gushed then covered his mouth in embarrassment of his fangirling.
So to be fair..there first meeting was astounding..and Clint was still convinced Peter was Tonys kid.
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it was only when Peters aunt had asked a big favour of Tony, that things changed around the tower
"as you've heard, Ive taken a break from my usual working at the hospital..for a vacation, Peters pushed me into it saying I deserve it I was thinking of taking an actual break for a few months, If its too much I can definitely postpone it-" she stumbled over her words nervously,
tony laughed assuringly "I'd love to have Peter over for a couple of months, you take a well needed break with happy, me and pepper have got this." Tony grinned, aunt Mays relieved smile was all Tony needed.
Oh how wrong he was about that.
On September 13th, May dropped Peter off at the tower with his belongings and a kiss on the cheek, assuring him it would only take one phone call and she'd be on the first flight over.
Peter smiled at that, "I'll have fun here, don't worry aunt may!" He laughed,
That didn't lessen her worries, she slid a tazer into his hands "if any of the rogues give you crap Peter you taze them you hear me? You taze them!" She said getting in the car.
--
The first few weeks of living with Tony was good enough, Peter avoided the rogues as advised from Tony, (though it might've just been personal bias against them that fueled this decision) but Peter didn't question his words only agreed with a small smile.
The first time Peter met a rogue again was when he was sneaking out with his spider suit on one leg out the window as Natasha cleared her throat
"hello little spider. Fancy meeting you at.." she checked her phone "3am."
Peter laughed nervously rubbing the back of his neck "wha-what a coincidence Mrs Romanoff.."
"so what are you doing?"
"nothing."
"sneaking out?"
"yes."
"and your sneaking out because.."
"I'm..patrolling..?" He said nervously,
now on any other day Natasha would've believed that, but the the packed clothes that were definitely not his shoved messily in his bag spoke other volumes.
She rose a brow "be back by 6" she said nodding her head
"your the best miss widow!" He whispered and hopped out the window swinging into the night.
--
The next rogue he met was was a week later and with the terrifying assassin Bucky. Except ..that was strange because he definitely did not catch the winter soldier watching star trek in the movie room...
Did he?
But he definitely was.
"uh..hello Mr bucky." Peter adressed him making his presence known to the assassin who flinched at that
Guilt past Bucky's eyes as he pursed his lips
Silence filled the room at this being there first not hostile meeting
"I'm sorry i-"
"-mr Bucky I can't believe I threw captain America's sheild at you, please forgive me!" Peter interrupted
Bucky stared at him bewildered. Peter was apologising?
"I fought a fourteen year old kid who do you think is worse"
"I was nearly 15" he complained grumpily
"still a kid. Sorry about that." Bucky said awkwardly
Peter smiled and shrugged "water under the bridge! I love your metal arm though!" He said plopping down next to him inspecting his arm with narrowed eyes,
Bucky did his own inspecting giving Peter a once over his eyes narrowing at the bruise on his neck..
It could've been caused by a criminal that had gripped his throat but the bruise would be skinnier than that.
It finally clicked in his head what it was and he flushed in second hand embarrassment for the kid
"uh...kid you've uh..got something on your..ahem neck." He said pointing to it,
Peters eyes go wide in embarrassment and he pulled up his hoodie further up "oh-uh-thi-uh-" he stammered with an excuse resting on his tongue,
It had been awhile since Bucky had been in this situation but he knew enough of it from the little memories he was recovering
"I don't know if they still do it now..but the broads back in the day would cover that up with foundation, If you wanna hide it that bad..I know Wanda has an assortment of them.." Bucky cleared his throat at the foreign notion of giving advice to a kid
The teenager nodded shyly rubbing at it "uh..thank you Mr Bucky.. I just don't want.."
"—tony figuring it out?" Bucky answered his smile a bit more free now,
Peter blushed nodding his head quickly
"I don't think Wanda would want me talking to her..or in her room..or..around her..she seems very..avoidant" he answered swallowing thickly
Bucky put a reassuring not metal arm on Peters shoulder "just go ask, Kid, won't hurt to try." He said sending the teenager out.
The soldier doesn't mention to anyone how from then on he seemed a tiny bit more comfortable in the tower.
--
The next rogue he met was not accidental this time, but nonetheless made him nervous.
He worked up the courage, trying to squish down any remaining embarrassment and knocked on Wanda's door hesitantly.
The bed creaked and he heard the patter of feat against floorboard and then finally the door ppened
He blinked up at her "uh..hi Mrs maximoff.." he squeaked taking a step back,
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion "lunch is not until another hour, Mr Parker..I don't.." her voice trailed off confused and also wary of him
"I kind-of..I need your help? Not life or death help! Or power help.. uhm.. Mr Bucky said I should go to you?..I kinda..I need girl help I suppose?" He floundered nervously as he dragged his hoodie away from his neck to show his purple problem.
She blinked an amused smile creeping on her face, for a minute Peter thought she'd start laughing.
She grabbed him gently guiding him into her cosy clean-ish room, Peter took a seat at the end of the bed nervously wringing his hands and toying with his sweater, anxious looks sent Wanda's way. She grabbed out a few foundations and a beauty sponge dabber thing. She sat diagonal from Peter, cross legged and inspecting his colour of skin "alright kiddo, the hoodie comes off, gotta see what I'm working with" She smiled amused as Peter fumbled with his hoodie pushing it onto the bed and straightening up
His neck was littered with the purple Hickey's some leading down but how had no one seen this yet? Especially stark?-
Oh.
Oh.
"your keeping this from stark?" She asked in realisation
"uh..yeah.."
"the genius Tony stark?"
"that's the one..."
"so he hasn't approved of the relationship your in right now?" She asked incredulously
He rubbed his neck awkwardly "I think he'd throttle me and ...well you get the point, hes a bit..."
"overprotective?"
"yup."
They sat in silence as Wanda dabbed on the foundation that covered his skin easily she sighed shaking her head "if you want to keep this from stark I advise asking your.. girlfriend to refrain from obvious places, parker" she smiled as Peter flushed a deep red ".. noted." He laughed nervously and gave her a quick hug
"your the best Mrs maximoff thank you I owe you one!" He said jogging out her room in excitement
Wanda was a bit..touched the kid even hugged him. She was still feared from alot of people, so she was winded with the reaction of not fear or hatred from the kind boy.
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The last of the rogues he met were Steve, Wilson and Clint, and this one was twice as embarrassing for Peter, why you ask?
Oh because Peter was half way through his phone call with Ned talking about his date to be when he noticed he was not alone.
He turned around and saw the three stumble around to look casual Wilson tripping over his shoelaces and falling on the couch backwards, Steve wiping down the already clean and dry dishes while Clint inspected the fake fruit on the dining room table whistling indifferently to act as if they hadn't heard about his mysterious dating life.
"you didn't hear any of that... right?" Peter asked with false nervous hope in his voice
Wilson stuck a thumb up "nope all good here, can't even...nope"
Clint put his hands up in surrender "I'm deaf!" He pointed to his hearing aids in assurance
They all turned to Steve who had stopped wiping
"uh..I could recommend you a restaurant for your next date with the gal..?" He shrugged his shoulders with a sympathetic smile
Peter shreiked in horror groaning "my life is over" he walked out loudly hitting his head with his phone to try erase the memory of it all.
"huh..nice kid?" Sam mumbled looking at Steve and clint
"you couldn't have acted like you hadn't heard?" He said unimpressed
"I can't lie to the kid!" Steve defended wincing when Peters superheating caught on and he let out a mortified moan of despair.
--
Tony had been getting considerably good sleep while Peter stayed at the tower, he felt at ease next to his wife..watched over by Friday..it usually kept away the nightmares..not this night.
He woke up in a cold sweat breathing heavily, he ripped the sheets off of him to stop the feeling of drowning he checked to see that pepper was still sleeping, sure enough, after a long week of stark industry meetings she deserved all the deep sleep she could catch.
Tony toed out of bed heading down to his lab, letting the heater warm his frozen toes as he began reworking on ironspider, his concentration unmovable.
It was only when he heard a cup smash from upstairs that he rubbed his head, now aware of the pounding headache he had. It occured to him that it was probably just Peter up there bored and making a hot chocolate.
Tony let his feet drag him off to the kitchen, ready to offer the kid to work in the lab till he got tired but was surprised to see it was just the captain's team huddled around drinking hot cocoa and sitting with eachother, Steve swept up the remaining glassware and looked at Tony guiltily "sorry uh..I knocked it over" he murmered as the rest looked at him
"no I just..was expecting to see Peter up here" he murmered confused as he looked at all of them, it was the first time they had a non passive aggressive conversation in the time they had been here.
"uh..no, the kids been in his room since dinner. Probably asleep" Wilson spoke up motioning to the room. Tony nodded walking to the room, just to make sure Peter himself wasn't having any nightmares, it didn't happen alot but..better safe then sorry right?
The door creaked open and there Peters bed was..but there Peter wasn't.
Tony stumbled out "Friday where's Peter? Friday?" Tony asked hurriedly alerting the others
"I'm sorry boss, he took the tracker out of his suit tonight."
Natasha whipped around "he's gone?" She questioned
The older man nodded hollowly silently freaking out as he paced the floors so much he thought he might burn a hole in it.
"let's stay calm, where could he have gone? A friends house?" Steve questioned tony worriedly.
He looked up "uh-uhm I suppose? Maybe Fred or mj..but at this time it's 2 am!"
Wanda's worried suggestions filled the room suddenly
"what if he's been kidnapped or-or-" she slammed her hand down the rings making a clink against the marble table
"security footage shows he willingly left after taking the tracker out" Friday answered calmly and robotically.
"okay okay okay..so..so someone he knows right?" Steve affirms rubbing his temple
"let's call his friends, then uhm.. well we'll start from there, Natasha Clint you two go out and patrol queens" Steve said and turned to bucky and Sam
"you guys search the tower me and Wanda and Tony will try to track him down" they all nodded at the order and left to look for Peter as Tony freaked out calling the MJ's parents first
"sorry Mr stark, he didn't end up at ours, goodnight."
"goodnight.."
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Neds parents were next and they couldn't give up any location either "Peter hasn't turned up at ours either Mr stark, apologies, we'll keep a lookout for him, I'll ask Ned if there's any places he likes to hang out.. hopefully we find him." Atleast they had a little hope in their voice,
Tony was wrecked with worry watching Wanda blueprint the city, trying to see where the last string of web fluid ended up at,
It was only when stark had gotten a text from a private number that he felt a slight rush of relief but not that much.
"he has a person he hangs out with alot..I can give you an address but..if it really is that place don't freak out on him. —M.J"
The address sent and before Steve could refuse Tony was in his suit flying to the location with hope but fury.
He landed out an apartment, normal enough with an okay neighbourhood but that wasn't changing his mind, he lifted up in the air again, circling the windows till he reached the apartment seeing a flash of skin, a muffled laugh.
Peters laugh.
"Peter Benjamin Parker. Get out of that apartment right this minute" the suits and Tonys voice sounded out to the apartment, a slightly ruffled and tshirt-less Peter poked his head out the window, shock and embarassment dawning on his face, his jaw dropped
"m-mr stark?! What are you doing here!" Peters voice wavered
"what am I doing here? I should ask you the same damn thing, kid. Get your ass out here now, tell your little girlfriend I'm pissed my kid snuck out at the dead of night to sneak into her apartment too, and that I'm also Tony stark, aka; ironman." Tony barked out dryly, he heard a muffled
"What?!" From inside but ignored it in favour of glaring as hard as he could through his suit
"can I atleast-"
"Peter Benjamin stark get your ass here, I have nearly all the avengers looking all over new York and queens for you." He seethed, accidentally letting stark slip out his mouth, but he was so pent out he couldn't care.
Peter shrugged on a t-shirt that wasn't his with a glum look on his face walking out the apartment with a huff.
Tony landed on the ground "were talking about this when we get home." He said sternly grabbing Peter in a cradle position and flying him back.
Once he was back he called the rest of his teammates telling them that Peter was home safe luckily.
Wanda hurried in "Peter where have you been you had us worried sick!" She said eyeing him up and down catching the hickey before she began to shake her head,
Peter shrugged weakly with a tight smile, Tony sent off Peter shaking his head and muttering thank you's to the exhausted avengers as they all went to sleep awaiting the confrontation tomorrow.
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The breakfast was awkward. Well. More than usual, everyone was sat down this morning and all staring at Tony and Peter who ate quietly despite the soft scratches against their plates.
"so. Peter. Would you like to tell me and the rest of us why you thought it would be a good idea to sneak out of the tower at 2 am to go see hookup with your girlfriend?" Tony set down his cup of coffee watching Peter.
The boy glanced at everyone awkwardly before clearing his throat "it's..a private relationship..I didn't want you finding out I was doing that typa stuff..plus you said teenage rebellion is good once in a while!"
"I was talking about taking a shot of tequila not going ghost, without a tracker and without protection!"
"I am the protection Tony!"
The both glared at eachother for a minute before Tony relaxed back with a tight grimace
"so..uh..are we meeting this kind soul?" Wanda asked nervously breaking the silence and stares
Peter rubbed the back of his neck grimacing "I guess I can't hide them from you guys anymore..not that I hid it from you guys.." he gestured to the rogues. Tony spluttered angrily turning to them "you guys knew?!"
"he didn't want you to know, we were respecting his privacy" Natasha said calmly
"if it makes you feel any better...we didn't necessarily find out because he willingly told us..we all just found out in awkward times he was dating someone.." Steve smiled supportively,
Tony scolded sighing
"fine. They come over today."
Peter nodded his head and left the day.
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A quick text sent to the contact "Babe💕" was soon received with a thumbs up.
Sitting in the lounge room everyone sat in awkward silence, awaiting the arrival as Peter cleared his throat avoiding any questioning looks he got.
The elevator let out a soft sound to announce someone was here,
Out popped Harley fucking keener
All grown with shaggy honey blonde hair, peircing blue eyes, a good filled body and a smile "hey tony" he said cheerfully
"ha-harley? What are you doing here kid? Now this is a surprise visit youve come on the awkwardest time! Were meeting Petey pies girlfriend, which speaking of, I should introduce you! Peter this is Harley, Harley this is Peter" he said with a confused yet bright smile, it was a good surprise, just bad timing.
Peter smiled shyly at Harley "hi.."
"hello darlin', now I myself have never been called a girlfriend before but uh..fair enough." Harley smiled sliding his arm around Peter
Everyone stopped dead in their tracks
"that's..thats a guy."
"w.o.w."
"I did not expect that"
"so it's a boyfriend!"
Tony spluttered confused which one to get angry at "your with Harley?" He demanded
"your not angry that he's a guy are you..?"
"what are we in 1960? No! I'm angry I didn't know you knew Harley! How long has this-"
"well old man, he didn't even know I knew you, it never came up since you know..most of the time we were kinda busy.." Harley shrugged wiggling his eyebrows
"gross babe! Not Infront of mr stark!"
Tony was reeling "uh..proud of you kiddo..??"
"definitely not a broad kid" Bucky hummed
Natasha hummed "do I have to shovel talk the kid or.. should I pass the honours to the confused parent?" Natasha teased
"I think I've got it down pat, don't hurt Peter or I die, don't hurt Peter or I'll be hunted down his weird auntie and uncle avengers, be safe, use protection, don't coerce him into sneaking out and getting a belly button piercing again-" Harley rallied off
"PETER BENJAMIN STARK YOU HAVE A BELLY BUTTON PEIRCING?!—"
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꒰ 지젤 ꒱ ── pink haired girl 𖥔 synopsis. . . you just debuted and obviously dating scandal wasn't in your bingo card, but your senior was so pretty, it was hard to resist not to stare at her all the time ꒰꧞ ˃ 𛱊 ˂ ꒱ྀི



지젤 / 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝 reader ៸៸ idol au fluff ⟡ ⌢ . kissing petnames ( baby, love ) now is playing! . . confessions by loossemble
𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝒩. omg so happy im finally posting something on this account because i couldn't wait any longer lol. this work is not proofread, i wrote this super quickly bc i love aeri uchinaga <3
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who you met at music bank after your pre-recording performance. you were the one who needed to film a tiktok challenge with her, so you brought a signed album of your group and learned whiplash choreography before meeting her.
honestly, you couldn't stop staring. giselle just looked incredibly beautiful, her makeup was flawless, her outfit was perfect and she looked hot to say at least. maybe your cheeks were blushing too much and your face were getting too hot or she was just so beautiful and her personality made you feel a little dizzy.
"oh my god Im so, so, so sorry.." you apologized again after you made a mistake in whiplash choreo. one of the easiest dance in your life and you were doing it wrong for the fourth time, what was your problem? obviously you were too distracted and nervous around giselle wich made her giggle.
"it's okay! we can do it again, yeah?" she tried to calm you down and smiled. her smile was so soft and sweet you almost melted.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who wanted to make you feel less awkward around her and asked if she can buy you a drink after you finished filming.
"what?!" you're eyes widened in surprise, you just couldn't believe that your aespa bias wants to buy you a drink. you were so excited to finally see her up close after years of fangirling, but you never would've guessed she would like to get closer? you blinked a few times and cleaned your throat before answer. "yes, I'd like that!"
"okay," giselle simply replied and led you towards the cafeteria to buy some drinks. she thought you were cute, blushing all the time and making mistakes in steps and she definitely knew it was because of her. she couldn't let such an adorable girl like you go away without her knowing you better, right?
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who asked for your number before you could disappear in your group's green room. you happily accepted her offer, taking her phone and accidentally touching her fingers with yours. the contact got you blushing more and you almost looked like tomato now, but you did gave her your number after all. what a win.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who will always text you something like "you fid a great job" or "you looked so pretty today" after she saw your group performance or show.
you would immediately blush, smiling at your phone as soon as the shoot was over and your members would tease you.
"so down bad that's insane.."
"y/n get up!!"
"can you just shut up! why can't I like a cute girl?" you whine, annoyed at their behavior as you sat down on the couch to reply to giselle's text.
"so you like her?"
"I didn't say that!" your head comes up as soon as you've heard your group mate's words which you have definitely said a few seconds ago without even realizing it.
"mhm, you obviously do."
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who can't stop talking about you and your performances and her members are tired of it. she notices everything, the way your hair looks on stage and how good you look with that hair color, the way you smirked after successfully finishing your part and her favorite moments are where you're the ending fairy.
that was the moment when giselle knew she liked you and not because you're great artist, but because you were sweet, adorable and she just couldn't stop thinking about you. she never felt like that about anyone else before, all her attention was at you, now she was the one fangirling.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who's fancams from awards started getting viral in kpop community because she was smiling so hard seeing you perform, singing along to your parts and was basically simpling over you.
"aeri unnie is trending on twitter again?" ningning asked out of sudden, looking up from her phone.
"what? do not tell it's something bad.." karina already started freaking out if it's about hate or a dating scandal. "why?"
"because she's looking at y/n with heart eyes," ningning laughed at giselle's surprised reaction while karina sighed with relief.
"I do not look at her like that, what is your problem! they're definitely making it up," giselle was trying to defend herself, but it sounded so bad her members couldn't help but laugh.
"why are you trying to make us believe that you don't like her if we already do know you're in love?" minjeong rolled her eyes.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who is making you nervous all the time when you're together even though you've been friends for a few months already and you were hanging out pretty much every weekend.
"are you blushing?" giselle asked, pocking at your cheek playfully which made you both giggle.
"yeah.." you reply shyly, continuing drinking your milkshake to get over this awkward situation.
"cute." she whispered and you almost choked on your drink out of surprise.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who is always making sure you're eating well and resting even when you don't have schedule or comeback coming up just because she is worried and she cares about you a lot.
"have you eaten yet? we can go grab some lunch together." giselle said, placing her hand on your shoulder to get your full attention.
"mm? yeah, alright…" you simply answered, not looking up at her and continuing watching the choreography you need to learn until the month ends.
"hey, are you okay?" she asked. giselle was truly worried about you, she already told you about that and tried to help you with anything you might need, but you were so into that comeback preparation, she just couldn't do anything. "you need to eat, baby.."
"huh?" your eyes flushed open as you finally looked up at giselle, realizing how close she was sitting to you and the warmth of her hand on your shoulder was definitely doing something to you. you've never heard her using nicknames for you except one's that were versions of your name, but 'baby' was something new. and you liked it. a lot.
"sorry, I—"
"no, no it's okay! totally fine!" you tried to sound not as excited as you felt, but oh you failed. "I liked it.." you whispered.
"what?"
"nothing, let's go eat…" you quickly changed the theme and stood up from your seat, leaving giselle no time to think about the fact that you liked being called 'baby' by her let alone give her a chance to discuss it with you.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who loves watching your fancams and fan made videos just for fun because you always make her smile and laugh like no one else.
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who was the one confessing her feelings to you as soon as she get out of the red carpet at the award.
"there you are! you look so pretty.." giselle almost lost her mind when she saw you in that outfit. the color suits you perfectly, makeup makes you look even more gorgeous and elegant, she just couldn't help herself when those words came out of her mouth. "I like you."
"what?" you couldn't believe what you just heard. not only your friend that you had a crush on just confessed to you, but she looked incredibly good it was so hard to think about something but her in that black dress in that exact moment. fuck how can you be so stupid and act like that when she's right there saying she likes you. "are you serious?"
"dead serious." she nodded and you came closer to press a soft kiss on her cheek, pulling off quickly just to see a red lipstick mark on her skin and smile.
"I gotta go, but I'll text you later, okay?"
"okay." giselle smiled back at you.
"and I like you too."
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who would spend all her free time at your doorm for two reasons: one. she's tired of her members. two. she missed you a lot.
"let's watch something!" you suggested, trying to escape giselle's grip on your waist although you didn't actually want her to let go off you. you loved when she acted clingy, it's sweet.
"how about this new kdrama that came out.. what was the name?" giselle pouted slightly while trying to remember the name of the show and she looked so cute that you already didn't care what you'd watch. your hands wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to you. you breathed deeply, smelling her hair and smiling at the strawberry scent. her pink hair smelled like strawberries…
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who can't let her members steal you from her because they want to get to know you better but she knows they'll like you so much and would try to spend more time with you and become friends.
"absolutely not, love. can't let ningning befriend you, she'll definitely gonna hang out with you all the time and then with us two together and then we won't have time for each other and—"
you rolled your eyes at giselle and pulled her closer to you, kissing her to finally make her stop rambling about nonsense. her lips felt so soft against yours. not just her hair, but she even tasted like strawberries. when you pulled out to breathe, looking at her with the most adoring eyes possible, you smiled.
"don't be silly, she won't replace you. nobody ever will."
SUNBAENIM GISELLE! who is just the most supportive girlfriend ever. in all honesty, she is always there to make you feel better, to make you feel loved and say how much you've done and that she is proud of you.
obviously you can't leave her alone at those moments too, you both know how much it means for each other that you'll share your feelings, love and support. you will always be there for her and she will always becthere for you no matter what.
#⠀ ⟡ 𝒩. 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴#giselle x reader#aespa x reader#wlw#aespa giselle#giselle fluff#aespa fluff#kpop drabbles#kpop gg
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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 32
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pairing chan x reader
genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,
summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.
Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.
status ongoing
taglist OPEN
a/n everybody. stay calm.
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"Do you want to go for a walk?" you suggest one glass in, when it becomes clear that you won't be reaching the level of drunk you'd been aspiring to tonight. Not that you'd been aspiring very high anyway; you'd already learned, somewhere in between a myriad of training years, that drinking only caused more problems the next day. Just like smoking, or spending the night with some boy you knew would get cut from the program long before any debut came around to cause problems.
Not that it was hard to find a boy like that, back in the day; most of them were the left-overs from Stray Kids, with no new make debuts in sight. Or that your dating life had even found time to really thrive, when you filled every hour with work.
Anyway, you ask him to walk, knowing that he will say yes, and so you walk, shoulders close but not quite touching, all the way down to the river.
"Wow," he says when you get to the bank, staring out over the still, black water. "That's pretty."
You agree before you even look, your own eyes mesmerised by the parklands around you. The night is still and cold, the stars blinking through the clouds overhead and your breath rising like a mist in front of you. It had snowed in the evening, a light, fresh coat of powder that just covers the ground. It will be gone in the morning, its beauty as transient as anything else's; but tonight, it feels a little like it fell just for you.
"It's cold," you remark, just to break the still and silent air, your chin finding the shelter of your collar. Chan turns away from the water, stepping close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.
"You wanted to walk," he reminds you as he slips an arm around yours and lets you walk close beside him, leeching off his body heat. "I told you not to."
"I didn't realise it had snowed," you admit. "It's the end of winter. It's not supposed to snow anymore."
"You control the weather now?" he asks, and you slap the arm of his jacket, causing more noise than anything else. "Do you think it snowed just to annoy you?"
"No, it snowed because Jeongin cursed us earlier." You glance back at the city, your apartment building lost in the haze of lights. "He said he hopes it doesn't snow for his graduation, so it's going to snow for the next two weeks now."
"His graduation." Chan pretends to wipe away a tear, even as you smack his arm. "Our little baby, all grown up."
"He's only graduating," you say, watching how he smirks. "He's not getting any older."
"Not like us," Chan sighs. "We get older every day."
"Speak for yourself."
The grin flashes once more across his face and then fades again. "It's so weird, seeing him graduate. He was so small when he joined the company. Unconfident, or whatever the word is."
"He was cute," you agree. "He was my favourite part of the survival show."
"I still can't believe you watched that." His head shakes, even as he smiles.
Your laughter rises into the still air. "Of course I did," you say on the end of your breath. "I watched everything. I'm the biggest Stay there is now."
"Oh?" His eyebrow raises. "Do you have a bias, then?"
"Why? Are you hoping that it's you?"
"No, no, no," he says, a fraction too early to be casual. "Just wondering."
"Oh." You pretend to be disappointed, kicking at the snow on the ground. "Well, I'm not going to pick you if you aren't going to be excited about it."
"I could be excited about it."
"You don't look very excited."
"My favourite idol is standing right next to me, so I'm trying to be cool about it."
You snort a laugh. "You're such a loser," you tell him wholeheartedly. It comes out affectionate anyway, just the same as the squeeze he gives your arm in response, his fingers trying to pinch you through your thick winter coat. "Or a shameless flirt. Do you ever wonder why you have like, a million girlfriends?"
"What, Stay?" he asks, his ears turning red. "I don't know why they say that. I didn't do anything."
"You don't even know when you're flirting," you say sadly, shaking your head.
"I know when I'm flirting," he says. "I'm just not flirting with them."
"Who are you flirting with, then?"
He refuses to meet your eye when you look at him, staring out at the river instead, like there is something of extreme interest out there in the still water. "No one," he says defensively.
Weird. Your conversation with Changbin earlier runs through your mind again, narrowing your eyes even as he avoids them. Your mouth almost opens to ask him, just on instinct; and then stops, because you're not entirely sure that he would answer if you did. Or that you want to ask.
"Could have fooled me," you say instead, and watch him breathe out in relief. Weird; Changbin was right, that is the word for it. The way he's acting, the things he is and isn't saying...
"Sorry," he says, like he isn't sorry at all. "It's all a lie. I don't love any of you."
"Or Stay?"
"Nope." He pauses, glancing at the path ahead while he draws in a breath. "Especially not after today. They'll have to try a lot harder than that if they want my respect."
All the breath leaves your chest at once, surprise catching itself in your throat at the thread of vehemency that exists within the even cadence of his voice. "It was only a few of them," you say; though around the constriction of your own chest at the thought of it, you don't know why you're defending them.
"It's more than a few," he throws back, before you can even decide if you're going to rally a proper argument or not. "I saw a picture of that banner you were talking about. It was..."
"Not worth crying over?" you guess wryly, ignoring the black feeling that twinges in your gut at the memory of it.
"No," Chan replies pointedly, ruffling your hat and the hair underneath. "It was cruel. Don't go around thinking that you deserved that."
"I don't think I deserved it." You take your time fixing your hair, brushing dark locks back away from your eyes. "I've worked for this. I just worry that I'm...wrong."
He is already shaking his head. "You're not wrong. I kind of wish you were, because then that would mean you don't spend every day working yourself to death."
"I'm not working to death."
"Just until your back gives out and your voice starts cracking."
You turn to look at him and the amused smile that hides in the corner of his mouth, affronted. "Excuse me," you say, the airs of your voice rising. "Jagiya, my voice never cracks. I'm a professional."
His smile grows wider, escaping from its prison to light up his face. "That's true," he admits. "It's kind of annoying, actually. You could set the bar lower."
"I can't do that," you answer. "You already told me I have to stop dancing. I can't be bad at both, what will I do then?"
"Visuals?" Chan's eyes narrow, peering at your face like he's evaluating you.
You wave him away with one hand, ducking away from his scrutiny. "You want me to take Changbin's job? He'll be sad."
Chan shrugs. "We can deal with upset Changbin." You scoff and he laughs, a low noise that rumbles out from the centre of his chest. "Does this mean you're going to listen to me about the dancing, then?"
You can feel your cheeks turn red, the memory of your conversation earlier in the night playing fresh in your mind. You hadn't lied to him - you have been thinking about it, almost obsessively, since he'd sat you down there and told you in no uncertain terms that things would change. That you were the thing that needs to change, as embarrassing and frustrating and utterly confidence-breaking as it is. "Of course I am," you mumble, your voice constricted by some base desire to defend yourself against...what? Your pride? "I listen to you about everything. Why wouldn't I?"
"I wasn't sure," he replies simply, his voice neither accusatory nor pleading. "You were pretty...angry earlier. It didn't seem like you liked the idea."
"I don't like-" You stop yourself midway, forcing yourself to take a breath and collate your thoughts in a way that makes sense. "I don't think it's a good idea for the group. But I get where you're coming from and I...can agree that maybe I need to...tone it down."
"Tone it up," he amends, squeezing your shoulders. "Talk on stage like you do at home, go crazy."
"Do I go crazy at home?"
His head tilts, looking at you. "Not really," he admits freely. "You could try it though."
"I thought you told me I should be myself?"
"Don't use my words against me."
A laugh slips from you, bubbling softly from the back of your throat when you least expect it. It sounds nice in the night air, ringing just so to your attuned ear. It's almost as nice as when Chan laughs along with you, hushed to avoid breaking the stillness of the moment. You should laugh more often; and make him laugh, instead of watching his face pinch with worry. You could both use a little more of the carefree joy he's talking about.
"I deleted all of my social media," you blurt out without precedence, the sudden wish to tell him pressing through the apprehension that had held you back before. "I asked skijigi to manage bubble too. I just have to write something for her to post once a week or whatever."
"That's-" For a second, he is lost for words, his face awe-struck. "You didn't have to do anything today, you know. I only meant for you to think about it."
"I thought about it for the rest of the show," you reply. "I knew anyway. I've been pretending for months that I'd stop looking at fan comments, I just needed you to yell at me for me to...actually do it."
Acknowledge addiction, but you don't want to phrase it like that, not in the face of the wry smile he gives you. Nor do you tell him about the itch under your skin that begs you to go and look at the responses to your performance and your mistake.
And the period of time when you'd disappeared together with no explanation.
"I'm sorry if it seemed like I was yelling," he says. "I was just trying to tell you-"
"No," you correct him before he can rush to explain a slight that hadn't occurred in the first place. "That was bad phrasing. You were - everything you said was perfect. And right."
"About everything?" he asks, and you nod. "Even about being yourself? Ignoring the company?"
Your answer is slow, your voice without breath as the weight of what he's asking settles upon you. "If you promise to tell me if - anything hurts the group. I - you said earlier that you don't care if we go home because the fans don't like me. I don't want you to think like that and then ignore things."
"Y/N." His arm is like a vise grip around your shoulders, holding on like you might slip away and disappear. "I said that because there's no way it will ever happen. And even if it did, I'm not leaving my whole career to depend on someone's misery. None of us want success like that."
Your mouth opens to protest, your feet stuttering on the pavement. "Don't argue with me," he says before you can speak. "Just accept that you're worth it, okay? To all of us. It's not that unbelievable."
Your mouth closes and then opens again, speechless. Your eyes watch the toes of your boots sinking into the show, your knees almost too weak to carry you. "I'm going to do it," you say, piece by piece. "I can't promise it will change anything though."
"It'll change what happened today," he answers, the level gaze of his eyes too intense for you to meet. "That's all I care about."
You don't know what to say in response, your heart floating on air and crashing to the ground all in the same moment. A breath of cold air saves you, the wind whipping away the shelter of your collar and stinging your cheeks as it whips past. Your hair knows and tangles in the wind; you shove your hat further down on your head and then huddle into your coat, hissing at the cold. "That's freezing," you comment, as if noting it will help to stave it off. "What are we doing out here?"
"You wanted to walk," Chan reminds you, the smug glee in his voice unmistakeable. "I told you it would be cold."
The tension drains from your body as his teasing tone returns, the warm nature of his voice pushing the previous discussion from your mind. "We should have had another drink before we went," you say, and you're surprised to find that you mean it wholeheartedly.
"Are you sure you could handle another one?" he asks. "You're already all sweet and sobby and weird."
"I only had one."
"And look, your face is all red."
You turn to look at him, the mist of his breath whispering past your face. "So is yours," you point out, your finger poking at the flush of his cheek. "You're being a lot weirder than me, too."
"Am I?" he asks, indulgent.
You nod. "Even Changbin messaged me to ask what was up with you earlier."
He frowns, his mouth curving like he's going to pout. "What does that mean? I wasn't being weird earlier."
"I don't know." You shrug, and his arm squeezes your shoulder, pulling you closer again. "I didn't think you were doing anything strange."
"But I am now?"
Your feet ease to a stop in the shadow between streetlights, slipping out of the reach of his arm so that your eyes can search his face, like you'll find the answer written across his forehead or something. He waits patiently, his lips pressed together to hold back a smile while you make your judgement, his eyes daring you to accuse him of something.
"You tell me," you say after a moment, and you watch with fascination as uncertainty flickers over that face as his confidence crumbles from the inside. You're sure then that he's hiding something, even as he swallows what he's feeling and lifts his chin again, assessing.
"There is actually something I've been meaning to tell you," he says slowly, in the kind of voice that makes your heart suddenly leap and skip a beat in your chest, all of your skin suddenly alive to the touch of his hand against the back of yours, the shift of the air in the yawning space between you. "Although I think you already kind of know."
"Do I?" You search your memory for what he could possibly be talking about, confusion creasing your face, and come up short. Hadn't you just been talking honestly about the day, and the future, and the secrets you might have been withholding from each other? Hadn't he already said everything nice about you that there could possibly be to comment on? You continue down the list, past what he's already said to what he might say next, but still, you don't know - you've talked about your life, and Jeongin, and the future of Stray Kids, and whether or not he is flirting-
Why would you think that, you scold yourself, right as he says, "I don't know if it's good or bad news though."
Your heart lodges itself firmly in your throat without thinking, your chest squeezing - but not with the same black feeling of anxiety that usually plagues you, only some stupid thrill of something like butterflies. "You know you're going to have to come clean now, right?" you ask, trying to play like you're not holding anticipation so tight in your chest at the direction your thoughts are going that it feels like your ribs might cave in; and pretending that there isn't the possibility that you might like it.
"Yeah, I know," he says, and suddenly he can't quite look at you, his head ducking and then turning to look out at the river, the lights, anything but the situation he is creating. Not that he's trying to run away; rather, his weight shifts an inch closer, like two moons that can't pull away from each other. "Now it's awkward though."
You smile in a way that you hope isn't giddy. "And whose fault is that?" you ask, teasing him in just the same way as he would you.
His head tips to the sky, mouth sighing out a breath of mist and hot air. "Mine," he admits freely. "It was a moment of weakness. I thought we were being wild and irresponsible tonight."
"There's still time." You reach out for his hand, lacing your fingers together pointedly. "I can be irresponsible if you can."
"Can you be my friend even if I say something really stupid?" he asks. "At least until we walk home?"
You eye him warily. "Is it that bad?" you ask.
"No!" he hurries to answer, before you can get any ideas. "It's fine, I swear, it's just-" He stops himself short, drawing in a breath instead of spilling words out on one and composing himself. It's a trick you should learn, you think as you watch it, as he turns back to you and sets his jaw and lines the words up in the back of his throat, right before he starts to speak.
"I like you," he says, devastatingly blunt.
Your mind freezes, and then starts spinning again twice as fast.
You're pretty sure he can see the race of your heart in your chest, the shock that widens your eyes and sets your spine ram-rod straight. Your mouth opens to say something, and then stops before you can blurt out something stupid like, of course you do, we're friends, or what's that supposed to mean or I like you too. Be cool, you tell yourself instead, sending the instruction sternly to your heart and the fluttering in your chest like it will help. If anything, it only makes the world around you spin more, the river and the stars and the dim light of the lanterns that line the path blurring together into a background of black and grey that pinpoints your focus on only one thing.
Him.
"Sorry," he says again, though even he doesn't seem to understand what he's apologising for. "That's confusing. I - am in love with you? I have a big, stupid crush on you. And I know that it's not...ideal, when we have to work together forever, and I will not be offended if you turn me down, or even sad, I just wanted you to know because we keep promising not to lie to each other and it feels like I'm lying to you all the time-"
You don't think before you step forward, your mouth shutting him up as effectively as any words would.
It's simple and fleeting, your lips pressed to his and your hands curled around the lapels of his jacket. His mouth is soft and accepting, a gasp catches in the back of his throat, and then-
And then he pulls away, his eyes wide and his chest heaving in a startled breath. You can feel the movement of his ribcage under his jacket - stunned, you let go, ducking your head as shame fills your cheeks. Crazy, you chastise yourself, before his open mouth can even begin to say it for himself. That's not what he meant. That's not what he wanted.
His hands reach for you first, fingers grazing the edge of your jawline. The soft cup of his palms forces you to look up at him again, into those soft brown eyes you're too afraid to meet-
He kisses you again, harder this time. Desperate, and hungry, his mouth searching and his body so close that the heat of his skin sets you alight too. There's no escape, but there isn't anywhere you want to go anyway - not when you can stay here in this moment forever, captured in the taste of his mouth and the soft touch of his fingers sliding along the back of your neck. You emerge, breathless, only when he pulls away again, staring at you like there is nothing else in the world worth seeing.
"That feels like it was a mistake," you say quietly, though you can't miss the gaping hole in your tone where the regret should be.
"Sorry," Chan answers, and puts another inch of space between you. "If you didn't want-"
You reach up again, pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I wanted," you answer firmly when you are sure he's speechless, your fingers curling into his shoulder. "I don't think it was the smartest thing to do, but...I wanted. So I did." His eyes look at you like they don't believe you, his mouth opening again to issue some guilt-free ticket out. "You told me to do whatever I wanted."
A surprised laugh sputters out of his mouth. "I didn't think that you felt the same way," he answers.
"Neither did I," you say slowly. "I didn't even realise it was an option."
"I thought you already knew," he says, bemused.
"No?" you say. "Why would you think that?"
"Because - it was something you said earlier. It doesn't matter." He waves it away before you can probe any further, his fingers landing in the length of your hair, messing with the dark locks. "Does this mean you'll still be my friend while we walk home?"
The back of your hand thumps solidly against his chest, a stupid giggle bursting from his mouth at the sound that it makes. "This is serious, you know," you tell him, but there's a laugh hiding in the back of your throat as well, threatening to break free at the face he pulls at you. "We can't just-"
His mouth swallows the words that are about to spill out of your own, shutting you up more effectively than anything he could have said. "Greedy," you murmur when he pulls away and he laughs, the warmth of his breath ghosting across his face.
"I wanted," he says, his voice so low that even if there were other people around, only you would hear it. "So I did."
You hit him again. He laughs.
"Let's go home," he says, turning you back the way you came with the hand that he takes in his own. "It's too cold out here for this."
"For what?" you ask insistently, even though you follow along too giddy and willing to sell the ire in your voice. You feel kind of like you're floating - like all the alcohol has hit you at once. Like you've just won something that you've wanted your whole life, even though you only realised you wanted it in the last ten minutes.
"For whatever you're trying to argue about now," he tells you, ever patient, and drags you onwards. "And another drink."
"That's all?"
"What else do you want?"
Your answer hesitates for a moment, even at the sight of the cunning smile that plays on his lips, waiting for you to speak. I don't know, you almost say simply out of habit; and then stop yourself short, because this time, it isn't true. This time, you do know what you want, and you have it right here in the palm of your hands.
And for once, you look at him and there is not a doubt in your mind that you know what he is thinking. What he wants, what he is brave enough to admit even when you were too scared to so much as consider it. You, and him, and nothing else, not for tonight.
"I don't want anything else," you answer, quiet but true, the smile on your face so much softer than the nervous, giddy energy that jolts through your veins at the thought of it. "Just what I already have. That's enough."
"Me too," he answers, and squeezes your hand as he leads the way home.
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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode five : white lies & understanding . . .
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Your face drained of colour, sitting frozen in place as his words repeat in your head like a broken record, "I just don't believe you can act", the words said so casually with a drunken slur, as if he didn't just put down your entire skillset and career all together. Your hands grip the glass tighter, as some form of bitter resentment washes over you—momentarily, but enough to burn—your throat hurts as you let the words of complaint and the slur of insults that you really, really—wanted to hurl die there.
The discomfort settled into a deafening form of silence among the table—and to think the two of you were getting along moments prior, sharing and recommending drinks . . ‘Way to kill the vibe, Schoenheit.’
The two of you didn't speak, seemingly waiting for the other to speak first, weighing down whether talking after that was . . the good idea? . . There was still some time to cancel the contract right? (There wasn't) . . . the fine wouldn't be that high! (1 million give or take, out of your pocket).
The silence draws on, until Vil takes the hint, letting out a soft—well softer response, "I don't mean to offend you, I'm a little bias that's all", he said, his words no longer having a slight slur to them, the tension must've sobered him up.
You paused, . . and let out a sigh, then smiled, "You're not good at apologizing, I hope you know that", you pointed out after a while, bringing the glass back to your lips, letting the alcohol burn your throat, melting the anxious bob down back to your stomach, your liver can deal with the problems later.
Vil blinked, and let out a breath of relief, which he quickly tried covering up with a fake cough, . . and you're supposedly the bad actor?, "It's not one of my biggest talents", he replied after a while, the words came out slower than expected as he stared down at the table, not quite meeting your eyes, "but I do apologize, it won't happen again."
"It better not", you said casually, then laughed at his wide-eyed expression, "It's fine, I didn't like you in the camping series either, so I guess we're even?", you say, trying to cheer him up a bit . . okay maybe you wanted him to feel a little offended as well . .
“I was a child!”, he retorted back, and you bit back a smile, “Not an excuse Mr. Schoenheit, the ‘great’ actor”, his lips curled upwards just a bit, this time he didn’t really make an attempt to hide it, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you both were a little petty in your own right.
After a while, the two of you were getting back into the rhythm of conversation, talking about some things here and there, and some casual word of the mouth gossip, because you both have an NDA and that shit isn’t getting out anytime soon . . All the while consuming a little too much alcohol for a small brunch meeting, and you knew you were going to regret it when you got home.
“Did you know I’m camera shy?”, you said randomly, and Vil looks up at you, eyes half-lidded, holy shit don’t make eye contact, you focus on the wall behind him, and he doesn’t really notice, “Really?”
You nod, “Yea, terrible, I used to get nauseous every time I was behind a Camera, even for just photos”, he tilts his head slightly in confusion, because yeah, that doesn’t make sense, an A-list actor, whose income is from acting, being camera shy, “Did you get over it? . . because . . “, he gestures to the air, referring to your career, you chuckle and nod, “mhm.”
“Yea, someone special to me said to start recording little videos for Magiciam, to get over it, so I did . . just to step out of my comfortzone.”
“Did it help?”
“Not even in the slightest.”
He blinks, and then the two of you chuckle, a drunken slightly slurred laugh.
“I personally loved being behind the Camera, I felt . . alive every time”, Vil says in response after a while, “Yeah I can tell” . . . “What is that supposed to mean?”
You avoid the subject, and he eyes you curiously, almost waiting for an answer.
The evening sun lighting was hitting you in a little too perfect position, you both were seated by a large window, but it hit you at a perfect angle, it’s like those shitty films about the ex dead wife, and the wife is always depicted in that yellow lighting which made her look ethereal? Like nostalgic . . That being said, you do look pretty . . ethereal . . and fuck look away.
Vil faces the other side, as casually as he could muster.
Which wasn’t casual at all, because he was too tipsy to play it off cool and collected, “You okay?”, you ask, and he grips his fork . . and yea you guys ordered food sometime ago, “Yep”, he says, with a grin, “totally fine.”
You nod, then a comfortable silence falls over the two of you . . . and suddenly things felt so peaceful, calming almost.
And maybe this partnership wouldn’t gut him out and make him go mental in the next few months.
Maybe.
Okay so now he’s just doubting his own words.
Making eye contact with a drunk Vil sounds like torture im ngl, his eyes are very hot, violet baddies for the win.
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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .
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Protect and Attack

Minho x reader
Requested by @strawberryscentedd :Can you maybe do a cute oneshot about minho or chan teaching his gf self defense tips and practicing w her bc she's going on a trip soon and he's like i must teach you to protecc
I chose Minho, cuz he’s my bias (For today). Sue me.
Disclaimer: I am Canadian
“Excuse me?” you ask as Minho as he shuts your front door behind him. You had opened it only for him to immediately march inside.
“You’re going to Canada?” Minho demands. “Without me?”
You blink at him. “What? Well you’re on tour at the time so I figured it would be a great chance for me to travel too.”
Minho huffs and crosses his arms. “What if something happens and I’m not there?”
“What would ever happen?” You cross your arms across your chest and level him with a glare. “And I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”
Minho scoffs. “Have you met a Canadian? They’re all axe-wielding maniacs.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Okay, that’s a stereotype. And they’re also really nice. Like, painfully nice.”
Minho raises a single eyebrow. “Look who’s playing into stereotypes now.”
“I’ll be fine!” You turn away from him and return to stuffing things into your suitcase. “Jeez…”
Minho’s voice softens as he speaks next. “You know I think that, I just- I don’t like it when I’m not around. I hate leaving you when I go on tour, and you’re going to an entirely different continent.”
You grab yet another pair of socks, not wanting to be cold on your trip. “I know. And I’ll be fine.”
“Still,” Minho says, causing you to sigh heavily, “you should at least know what to do in an emergency.”
“Like what?” You glance over your shoulder to look at him. “What kind of emergency could there possibly be?”
“You get mugged. Or kidnapped.” Minho tugs at his hair, quickly spiraling into insane assumptions. “They sell you to the devil! They force you to pick a new bias!”
“Woah.” You place a hand on his arm to calm him, gently pulling his hands away from his hair. “It’s okay. No one is kidnapping me, and no one is going to make me pick a new bias. Why would they even want that?”
Minho takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I guess you’re right. There’s no way you would pick a bias other than me.”
You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be fine. I’m only gone for a week.”
Minho slouches. “Fine. But I better get photos.”
You grin and pat his cheek patronizingly. “Sure, Ho.”
“Excuse me?” Minho arches an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”
“It’s a nickname!” You dart away before he can grab you. You barely dodge his outstretched arms. “Because your name is Minho so-“
“You’re not calling me that!” He tries again to capture you and bring you to justice, but you evade him once again. “Get back here you little-“
You shriek as his arms wrap around your torso, clutching you tightly. “Please! Have mercy!”
Minho chuckles darkly and drags you to the bed, throwing you across it. He comes up from behind and presses his knee into the small of your back. “If you can get free, I’ll let you go with no consequences. This is your chance to show me you’ll be safe in Canada, the godless land of Bigfoots.”
“Bigfeet,” you correct with a breathless giggle.
His knee’s pressure increases. “What?”
“Bigfeet,” you repeat, squirming away. “It’s not foots, it’s feet.”
“Unless there’s only one Bigfoot,” Minho thoughtfully says. “It would be a singular noun then.”
“If Bigfoot is even real.” You try and swing a leg out at him, but don’t have enough leverage. It just makes him laugh a little.
“You’re not leaving me very confident in your ability to escape danger,” Minho dryly says. “Come on, try harder. Don’t be afraid to hurt me; I can take it.”
You reach up blindly with your hands behind you, scrambling for anything you can grab. Nothing brushes your fingers, so you hit them on the sheets in frustration.
“Whats going on here?” Chan asks, voice dripping with disapproval. “Minho! Get off of her!”
Minho leaps back, eyes wide. “It’s not what it looks like! And what are you even doing here?”
Felix pops up from behind him. “We were coming over for dinner, remember? A goodbye dinner before the tour and the Canada trip?”
“You knew about the trip and didn’t tell me?” Minho demands.
“What were you doing to her?” Hyunjin questions instead of answering.
“Trying to get her to prove that she’ll be fine on her own,” Minho spits out. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Ho,” you say, leaning your head on Minho’s shoulder. “They’re just concerned. I know you’re mad I didn’t tell you about the trip earlier, but take that out on me and not them.”
Seungmin scowls. “Am I not getting dinner tonight? Because I cancelled with my other friends for this.”
“Other friends?” Jeongin asks, lower lip sticking out with hurt. “Why haven’t I heard of them?”
“I have a life, you know,” Seungmin tiredly says.
“You’re right,” Minho carefully says to you. “I should take it out on you, and not them.”
“That sounds weirdly sexual,” Jisung chimes in.
Minho suddenly puts you in a headlock, ruffling your hair. “Ha! Try and get out of this!”
“Step on his foot!” Changbin cheers. “Throw him over your shoulder!”
You kick the inside of Minho’s foot. When he winces and adjusts his stance, you lunge to the side and break out of his hold.
“Yass! Slay!” Jisung whoops.
“Ew.” Jeongin grimaces. “Never say that again.”
Hyunjin tosses imaginary hair over his shoulder. “I’m the only one here who slays.”
Chan rubs at his face. “This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it?”
“Tackle him!” Felix shouts at you. “Get him before it’s too late!”
You hesitantly throw yourself at Minho, knocking him to the floor. He produces an Oof sound that makes you feel slightly guilty, but you push it aside.
Bigfoot wouldn’t show weakness, so neither can you.
“Finish him!” Jisung screams wildly.
Changbin shuffles awkwardly. “Okay, maybe don’t finish him. We do need him.”
Minho sits up and rubs his chest. “Okay. You’ll survive in Canada.”
You pump your fists in victory. “Yes!”
“But,” Minho continues, “I want constant updates. Photos, texts, etcetera.”
“Deal.” You stick out a hand for him to shake.
“And I want a souvenir,” he adds.
“Give me some money?” You bat your eyes at him, holding out a hand.
He sighs and forks over a spare credit card.
“But nothing weird. Or expensive.”
“Buy him a whole polar bear,” Seungmin mutters as he leaves, presumably to hang out with his other friends.
You grin at Minho, who immediately shakes his head, ruining all of your hopes and dreams.
“You’re the worst, Ho,” you grumble, tucking the credit card into your pocket.
Minho jumps at you again, wrestling you to the floor. “I dare you to call me that again!”
Felix sighs and heads out the door, holding it open for the others. “Let’s just go find takeout.”
You watch as they all exit, leaving you alone with Minho. He’s currently trying to wrangle your hands behind your back, and you squirm.
“Ho!” you taunt as you stand up, rushing to the door. “My little Ho!”
Minho chases after you angrily, a lethal glint to his eyes. But you’re not worried. You know he won’t actually hurt you.
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&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.

pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader
genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff
warnings: sexual jokes, thats it 😚
word count: 1.2k
notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this 😭😭 hes so……….im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though 😒 no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs 😇 good night now <33

you are going to murder na jaemin.
the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.
maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.
jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.
"are you alright?"
you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.
"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".
jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"
you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".
fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yo—
your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".
jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"
you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".
jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.
but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.
if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.
that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.
when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.
"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".
you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"
"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"
you choke on your spit.
"romantic? roma— hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"
soooo natural, y/n.
jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".
you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?
"is this your way of asking me out?"
you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.
jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "i— no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"
you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.
"are you serious?"
jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.
you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"
"well to be fair—"
"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"
"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"
you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.
"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."
"can i kiss you?"
the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.
you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.
"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to then—"
you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.
though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.
you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.
but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.
and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).
"was that romantic enough for you?"
even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.
he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.
and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.
jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.
"so what happened up there?"
"clearly they got it on".
upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.
jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.
for once, one of his ploys finally worked.
#lee jeno#jeno#nct#nct dream#nct imagines#nct drabbles#nct scenarios#nct dream imagines#nct dream drabbles#nct dream scenarios#jeno imagines#jeno drabbles#jeno scenarios#lee jeno x reader#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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Survivability Bias Pt 5
Masterpost Ao3
“So hypothetically,” Superboy begins, glancing over at Robin. “Say I met another meta, and they, like, needed a civilian identity...” He trails off, listening intently. Trying to get anything from Robin's expression is pointless - between his skill at maintaining his composure, and the expression obscuring mask, there's not a lot to be read on his face. Instead Superboy focuses on his heartbeat, which speeds up the smallest amount as Robin turns away from the tablet he'd been working with, and settles his full attention directly onto Superboy.
“Hypothetically,” Robin repeats.
“Yeah. You know, in theory, if that ever happened.” Robin stares at Superboy for a moment, presumably reading everything that's missing from his own face in Superboy's.
“Well. In theory, the Justice League has the means to grant any meta hero a full identity. Is this about you? Because honestly it's insane that they haven't bothered yet, and I will straight up make you one right now if you-”
“No, it's not about me,” Superboy interrupts. “But like, you could do that? Without the Justice League’s support, I mean?. Like, say if this hypothetical person really didn't want the Justice League knowing about them?”
“You met a meta who doesn't like the Justice League.”
“I don't think it's really about the Justice League specifically. I mean, they definitely don't exist, but if they did, then I would say that the second I showed up they were bracing for a fight. Like before they even saw who I was.” Robin sets his tablet to the side without looking, and leans just a touch towards Superboy as he talks. It's honestly wild, he thinks, how the other boy can manage such intense eye contact through white lenses, but, well, that's the bats for you.
“Theoretically, I could absolutely make this person an identity, if they did exist. But I would want to meet them first.”
“Cool, cool,” Superboy says leaning back into the couch. “I offered to introduce you and they said they'd consider it. I think, maybe they don't trust adults very much, bc they asked if you were our age.”
“Theoretically?”
“Exactly.”
* * *
Though the specific details as to when the founding member first became acquainted, it was only after multiple incidents of near-worldwide devastation that they realized the necessity of an organized front.
The details of the forming of the Justice League should be fascinating, if only for the revelation that world-ending disasters are, apparently, relatively common in this universe. In a way, it’s a comforting thought. Memories of Dan sit as heavily as ever in Danny’s mind, especially now that he’s effectively lost his family, just like in Dan’s timeline. Of course, here there’s presumably no risk of him getting fused with Vlad, so probably that specific threat isn’t likely, but - well, if it comes to the worst and Danny does go mad, there’s at least a reasonably good chance that the heroes here will be able to stop him.
On the other hand, this also means that if the heroes turn out to actually be evil or whatever, he has less chance of getting away. Of course, Superboy hadn’t really seemed evil, but Danny really has no clue if he would even be able to tell. Sure he’d known Vlad was a nightmare from a mile away, but Vlad wasn’t exactly subtle about his obsession with Danny. Evil steeped in calculation would surely be harder to spot, wouldn’t it?
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” someone says from behind Danny. “But are you going to be using that computer for much longer?” Danny blinks, staring back at the teen who’s looking at him nervously. Danny glances over at the clock, but it’s now reading 2:30, which means that he’s been here for like three hours already,and he really hasn’t read much of anything in all that time.
“You can have it,” Danny says, pulling back to shove his notebook into his backpack.
“You sure, man? I don’t wanna chase you off, but I really could use it. Physics project, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it. Wasn’t really making much progress anyway. Might as well take a break.” Danny says. He never got to take physics in school, but he remembers struggling with lit class enough to understand the sentiment. And he really isn’t making any progress, if he’s been staring at the same Justice League page for multiple hours.
“You working on a history project or something?”
“Yeah.” It’s close enough to the truth.
“What teacher d’you have? It’s pretty cool that they’re letting you do it on the Justice League.”
“Oh, uh,” Danny quails for a moment, focusing on closing the tab so he doesn’t tell the kid he’s not going to school. After all it’s probably reasonable to assume the laws about delinquency are the same here. “It’s more about the meta protection acts than like, the Justice League itself. And I’m not really local, so...”
“Ah, that explains why I don’t recognize you,” the other teen grins.
“Yeah,” Danny says, stepping back so the other teen can take over the computer. “Well, good luck with your physics project.”
“Thanks, man, and good luck with your meta-acts essay.” The other teen turns his attention to the computer as Danny steps away, heading for the library exit. Clearly research isn’t going well today, and Jazz would definitely yell at him for trying to force his brain to focus when it clearly doesn’t want to. He pauses outside for a moment, trying to remember what Jazz said to when your focus was shot. Obviously part one was to take a break, but he’s certain that she’d had more to say than that.
He thinks he remembers her going on a rant about monotony, and boredom, but he doesn’t really feel bored. Actually more than anything he feels wired and anxious. And anxious means he should...
“Turn slow tigers into fast tigers,” Danny mutters, gaining a deeply confused look from the couple other patrons standing outside the library. He ignores them, though, and starts heading for the nearby park, so he can do some stretches. Fast tigers means he has to exercise, which he would usually complain about but- well, his routine has definitely been a lot less active since he got here. Other than the train crash the other week, Danny’s been spending most of his time sitting and reading, and while it’s been insanely nice to have nobody hunting him, honestly the idea of exercise sounds almost horrifyingly nice.
He does his best to run through the kind of stretches he remembers doing in PE, warming himself up as best he can before starting to jog the little looping path. The jeans make it a little more annoying than he remembers in PE, but luckily they’re kind of loose, so they’re not too terrible to run in, and Danny has no intention of going very fast. There’s too many people around even if he wanted to, and he does his best to be polite and not in the way as he jogs. it doesn’t take long for his breathing to go heavy with exertion, and as he finishes his second circuit, Dannyt relaxes into it, and just lets himself run.
Thirty minutes later, Danny is feeling markedly more tired, and he lets himself slow to a walk. His heart is thudding rhythmically in his chest, the occasional stutter only more prominent in the heightened pounding, and his legs feel a little wobbly, but he keeps walking, The sweat he’d worked up feels gross against his clothes, so probably he could’ve gone about it better, but Danny figures a whole thirty minutes without worrying about his existential situation is more than worth feeling gross for a bit. His usual tactic of sneaking into the local gym while it’s closed isn’t gonna cut it during the day, so he’ll have to wait to shower, but in the meantime, he can walk off the remaining adrenaline, and decide what to do for dinner.
* * *
“Hey, did you really mean what you said about me having a civilian identity?” Robin looks up as Superboy sits in the air beside his work desk.
“I have four different identities, ready for you to choose from,” Robin says.
“Wait do you just keep possible identities around in case anybody needs them? Is that, like, a Bat thing?” Superboy leans over to examine the tool Robin had been working on. Like everything else he uses, it’s emblazoned with a bat insignia, not that the marking does anything to help identify what the little machine even does. It’s ridiculously small, definitely not any kind of weapon, unless Robin’s been tinkering with the idea of murderous nanobots, which honestly wouldn’t be that shocking. Of any hero Superboy’s ever met, Robin seems uniquely predisposed towards mad scientist-type stuff.
“I keep exactly two emergency identities on hold, but those are separate. I was talking specifically about identities for you.” Superboy freezes, turning his eyes back to Robin, who looks at him like this is a perfectly normal thing to say. Superboy is at least ninety percent sure it isn’t, but what the hell.
“What the hell,” Superboy echoes his own thoughts. “Why would I ever need four identities?”
“You don’t need four, you need options. There’s no point in giving you an identity you hate.”
“Okay, but people don’t get to choose their names? So why would I care.”
“Most people don’t choose their names because most people receive them when they’re babies, but everyone has the ability to change it later if they decide they don’t like it. You have the unique advantage of being cognitively developed enough to have a say from the beginning, and you should have the opportunity to use it.”
“Huh...” That’s actually kind of sweet. “Do you like your name? I mean, like, that’s not why you don’t want to tell us, right?”
“My name is adequate,” Robin answers slowly. “It’s mine and I am... accustomed to it. The reason I haven’t told you my name is because it... implicates the other bats, and Batman considers that to be a significant security risk.”
“Oh, yeah. I guess that’s fair. Could I see the names you were thinking of?”
“Certainly,” Robin says, pushing back from the desk. “Let me get my tablet.”
* * *
“Uh, Superboy?” Danny shouts, trying to ignore how fucking ridiculous this feels. “Are you, like, free to talk? I think I want to meet your friend.” He’s hovering in the sky about a mile out from his town, in as close to the middle of nowhere as he could manage. He’d done a bit of looking into Robin this morning, before making his decision, and what a wild discovery that Robin was a name that had been held by multiple individuals. It makes him think of Dani, and he almost hopes that wherever she ends up, she might use the name Phantom too. After all, if anyone else rights to it, it would be his genetic clone.
Danny has no clue if time is flowing the same here as back home, but with any luck his friends have managed to orchestrate Dani’s escape too. It was always going to be a little more dodgy than Danny himself- his death being inherently tied to the portal had meant it was a bit more responsive to him than it otherwise would be, and that detail had been pretty quintessential to the rewiring that had needed to be done in order to send him to an entirely different universe, but they’d been hoping that her nature as a post-portal clone would mean that she had a close enough tie to the portal to send her through as well. Not that Danny would likely ever get to know for sure.
The soft rush of air alerted Danny to someone’s arrival, and he just managed to keep himself from falling into a defensive posture as he turned to look at the newly arrived Superboy, and the other teen being carried in his arms. Danny recognized the other boys outfit as that of the current Robin, who was now staring at Danny through a pair of disconcerting white-lenses set into a domino mask.
“We were free so I figured we’d just come meet you?” Superboy says with a nervous grin.
“Yeah, that’s, um, kind of obvious. Should we land?” Danny’s pretty sure that none of the Bats have flight, and like, as much as flying is cool as hell, Robin doesn’t look particularly impressed by it.
“That would be preferable, please,” Robin says, confirming Danny’s thoughts. He nods, and heads for the ground. Superboy follows just as quickly, and a moment later they’re all gathered on a gravel road in farmland.
“So, uh,” Superboy begins, once he’s deposited Robin on his own two feet.
“You told him about me before,” Danny says. Superboy may have had plenty of time to fly over here, but there hadn’t been enough of a delay to have explained the situation to Robin just now.
“It was an entirely theoretical conversation,” Robin offers dryly, before Superboy can respond.
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that he was asking if I could theoretically help a meta acquire an identity if they were uncomfortable with the Justice League. Nothing of it was mentioned to anyone else and he told me no details about who any theoretical metas might be.” Danny blinks, taking a moment to process Robin’s explanation. In a way it makes sense, and he can see why Superboy would want to make sure that what he was offering was even possible. Besides, it’s pretty obvious already that they both really trust each other.
“Okay, sure. I guess I get it.”
“I would like to know why you’re concerned about the Justice League, though, if you’re willing to share. If there’s anything illicit happening-”
“Oh, no, it’s not like that,” Danny cuts in as soon as he realizes where Robin’s going. He’s suddenly glad he’d already decided to explain his situation in more detail. “It’s like, I’m not from here so my shit is entirely unrelated? It’s just, they’re -you’re?- associated with the government, you know?”
“And your government is a threat to you.”
“Honestly, everything was. But they can’t get to me here. It’s why my friends- that’s why I’m here.”
“Okay, but are you sure you’re safe? Because like, space travel is a thing, and if you need protection...” Superboy trails off, looking concerned.
“I mean, it should be fine? Even if the GIW did manage to figure out inter-dimensional travel, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t be able to figure out where specifically I went, so yeah.” Danny really doesn’t want to think about a GIW that’s gone inter-dimensional.
“Well if they did manage to make it here, they would be breaching the meta protection acts if they tried anything, so I hope if that does happen you inform myself or Superboy.”
“Yeah,” Danny laughs. “It’s honestly been kind of crazy trying to wrap my head around the idea I have protections here?”
“That’s understandable. Plenty of meta-individuals have complicated feelings about them, even if they grew up here.”
“Oh?”
“Well, just because it’s illegal to exploit or discriminate against someone doesn’t necessarily mean it doesn’t happen. And metas who have been treated poorly often have trouble trusting in the protection acts.”
“Or sometimes you just didn’t get that info programmed into you and then you have to adjust to your understanding of history being manufactured,” Superboy mutters under his breath. Robin doesn’t react at all and Danny’s pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to hear it either. The implications are a bit concerning, but Danny’s not about to press him on it.
“Yeah, I mean that’s kind of where I am, I guess. I think I’d like it if you’d be willing to make me a legal identity? I’m basically homeless at the moment, so I’d like to be able to get a job or something. But I’d really rather not end up on the Justice League’s radar yet. You guys seem nice, but databases are- a lot.”
“Easy enough. I can actually do it all with my personal resources, so the info never goes anywhere near the Justice League’s databases. We just need to determine what name history you want to have.”
“I mean, I’d like to keep my name, if possible?”
“Sure, What’s your name?” Robin tilts his head.
“Danny Fenton.”
#dp x dc#the one where danny stumbles into a new universe and immediately guns for nasa#that tag is becoming less accurate with how long its taking to get to the space camp part lol
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oscar piastri looking after your brothers cat (but he’s bias and hates cats because he has dogs)
✮ Feline Fear - Oscar Piastri
Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader
SY: you agreed to babysit your siblings cat for a night with Oscar, unknowingly, there was a cat in his presence.
A/N: now open to requests for any f1 drivers <3
Warnings: none - fluff.
“Do we really have to do this?”
Oscar reluctantly steps inside to your brother’s apartment, you following from behind. The door clicks shut and you both stare down at the sticky note on the counter.
Despite groaning the entire journey there, Oscar finally grinned and clapped his hands together, after very briefly scanning over the words — ‘personalised free food in the fridge x’
“Alright! This is already better than I imagined.” he sighed, immediately making his way for the lounge. Already naive.
When pleading to your boyfriend about this proposal, you conveniently left out one tiny detail: the cat. As far as he knew, you were just babysitting your brother’s home whilst he was away.
Although, you never really knew Oscar had a fear of cats… until now.
“Maybe this isn’t so bad.” Oscar hums into your ear, securing a hold to your waist as he sinks lower into the sofa. “Didn’t I tell you so? I think you need to trust me more often.” Glancing up to meet his eyes.
“Hm, maybe I’ll reconsider.” he replies, earning a playful swat from you.
The brunette switched through the TV channels vigorously, the first yawn of the night slipping past your lips.
Whilst burying your head into his shoulder and very boringly waiting for him to choose a movie, you extend your arm out to welcome Anie into your embrace. “Hey sleepyhead.”
As she approached you further and further, your boyfriend’s attention flickered beyond the TV, now to the feline on your lap; his expression froze.
What scared him most though, was how she was slowly making her way to his lap too.
He hastily dropped the remote from his hands, stood up and paced around the coffee table whilst causing your head to lop from his movement.
“Oscar? What’s wrong?”
“The uh...the cat," he stammers, pointing at the black furball. "Anie?"
You chuckle half heartedly, trying to suppress the bubbling in your throat. “Since when were you so afraid of cats?”
“I don’t know, maybe since like forever!” he flails his arms out, scrambling to keep a fair distance between you and Anie. “Look at it.”
“Oh Oscar, stop being so silly. Just come and sit down.” Patting the cushion besides you.
But he wasn’t having any of it.
“Yeah, no way.” Oscar protests, his gaze fixed warily on Anie. His eyes never looked away from the cat purring into your jeans, an angry grimace painted on his features.
“She’s… she’s plotting something.”
The silence between you stretched out far, only the buzzing from the air con machine above audible. Oscar refused to sit down, instead pacing back and forth across the room whilst you try to coax Anie onto your lap.
The cat, sensing his unease, seems to torment him even more — occasionally hopping off the sofa nearby to him.
As the minutes drag on, you grew sleepy, rubbing your eyes and continuously yawning as the time now read 11:45pm.
Oscar, however, kept his eyes wide almost never blinking. He stood there, infront of the TV, with his hands on his hips and staring impetuously.
“Babe,” you whine, huffing. “She’s friendly! Will you please just come back and cuddle me?” As if. Your attempt to reason wasn’t enough, as he still stood rooted to the same spot.
“And it even has a human name! Like Anie?” he raises his an eyebrow, “Anie for a cat?”
You adjust your position on the sofa, back upright, feigning offence at your boyfriend’s commentary.
“Okay now I don’t know who you’re trying to insult — my brother or the cat.”
Unserious as he was, Oscar finally cracked a smile again, shaking his head and laughing. “Both.”
“Oscar!” you exclaim.
“He should have picked a dog instead.” he shrugged, his voiced laced with humor. “So you’ll sit back down with me now?”
Sensing his sudden comfort was enough for you to ask the question; surprisingly getting a nod.
Over the course of the past hour, his hair fell sloppily onto his forehead, eyes low, and voice hoarse — enough to drive you crazy.
As he returned to your side, you hesitantly shuffled closer to his chest; his arm draping across your shoulder whilst he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
Oscar resumed play to the programme from earlier, his heartbeat lulling you to a light sleep with Anie purring quietly on your legs.
“Just make sure she stays on your side.”
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Scooby-Doo (bangchan)
random author's note: idk bangchan has been bias wrecking me so hard lately and i had this whole scenario in my head for weeks help like man's so fucking sweet and fine ugh
WARNING: heaps of soft!chan content ahead proceed with caution ok bye
"Y/n...I don't -i don't think this is right?". Entirely too cute for his own good, Chan sits across from you, his legs spread apart on the floor as he stubbornly tries to piece together a festive banner made of crepe paper, struggling quite a bit with how much it's creasing and ripping at the edges.
He holds up a scraggly piece of paper and looks confusedly at you while you try your best not to laugh at him.
It's a late afternoon, only one day ahead of the charity event that's going to be held at the café you work at. Your manager had kindly asked you to help her out with decorations but considering how cramped and cold the staff backroom is at the place, you decided to bring a few arts and crafts materials at home.
And Chan being Chan he wanted to help because of course he did.
The whole project is meant to raise awareness and funds for young kids with disabilities, the main charity organisation had reached out to your manager just the other day and you loved her for jumping at the chance to help out and let them host an event at the café, you really did.
What you loved a little less was how crazy it was driving you trying to make the decorations from scratch. Perhaps you had overestimated just how capable you are. Just an itty bitty tiny little bit.
"Can you believe we've been sitting here for over 2 hours and only got like ... 3 banners done? We're screwed", you chuckle, readjusting your uncomfortable bum on the confetti and shiny paper covered floor all around you, multiple coloured markers and scissors and glitter jars scattered all over, along with failed prototypes of various types of decorations.
"Mmh ... we're the dream team aren't we?", Chan giggles embarassed, looping a string through the more intact piece of another banner, finally succeeding without it falling apart: "look!! It worked! Finally!", he exclaims enthusiastically, looking so proud of himself.
How fucking cute is he! Your heart literally melts at the sight, a soft thrumming against your chest in seeing this beautiful man being so hyped over arts and crafts.
He didn't even have to come and help. He had so little free time you felt so bad for occupying his sparse nights off with this project but he had insisted on helping you so much you just couldn't refuse. Besides, him tackling you to the ground in a fit of tickles and giggles really didn't give you much of an option to say no.
You sigh contentedly, just looking at his progress and his satisfied little face as he tries to proceed onto the next banner, "hey do we have blue glitter? I kind of want to add some to this one", he asks, perusing his perimeter in search of the blue glitter glue tube, which you locate at the corner of the couch and pass it over to him, "ah there it is, thanks baby", he mumbles, still concentrated on his task but grateful enough to you that he kisses your hand once before taking the glue.
Endeared, awash in warmth deep within your belly, you tilt your head to the side and smile softly at him: "Channie ... make love to me".
Pursing those bratz doll lips in a pout, Chan looks at you stupefied, "I'm sorry what?", he says in just a murmur, blinking at you confusedly. You giggle lightly, struggling to hide the blush you know is forming atop the apples of your cheeks, though you are resolute. Utterly convinced you just made the right call.
And so you reteirate, staring straight into his kind eyes: "I want you to make love to me, if that's alright with you".
It shouldn't come as the biggest surprise, really. You had been dating for a little while and had been intimate before, just not to the fullest extent. He knew you weren't experienced in the slightest and he never NEVER pushed you beyond your limits. Always respectful and continuosly asking for permission he had slowly taken your hand and guided you through intimacy up until the extent you felt comfortable to each time.
You distintictly remember confessing you had never had sex with a guy in your very few mild, fleeting past relationships, you can still clearly conjure up the soft look on his face, the acceptance in knowing you were a little shy and a lot scared, mostly you were afraid he was going to give up on you cause you weren't willing to just experience your first time so casually and he'd get impatient and insufferable like the person you were dating previously.
But Chan was ...well he was just Chan. He was your best friend before he was your boyfriend, he already knew how fragile your heart was and how you needed alllll the reassurance and safety and stability before going all in.
"You have nothing to worry about, I'm not going anywhere whether you want to eventually have sex with me or not. If and when you want to, then I'll be just so honoured and grateful you trusted me enough".
Slow, baby steps. A natural progression in your relationship that bloomed and flourished into something so beautiful and safe, loving him came as easy as breathing.
You had given him no timeline and down the road he just gauged your reactions to him and how far you were willing to go each and everytime either of you initiated anything, the more comfortable you grew the more you felt like your confidence in both yourself and this relationship grew along with it.
Chan's whole incredolous face lights up in the biggest, most endeared smile, eyes squinting, perfect teeth on full show and those dimples to die for digging at his cheeks, "are you ... oh my god out of nowhere? are you .. are you sure? like one hundred percent?", he inquires and you nod in agreement, your heartbeat feeling both very steady and erratic at the same time.
A brief moment of silence falls upon you and Chan just looks so ridiculously elated and gobsmacked he just starts giggling adorably, "oh gosh c'me here, let me give you a hug, I need to hold you", he exclaims all smiley amd gushy which only makes you weak in the knees.
Therefore you crawl.
Across the floor and then in his lap, his arms enveloping your whole body the second you wrap yourself around him, arms lacing around his neck, legs around his torso, your flushed cheeks buried in his neck.
"Ooh you're blushing, how cute", Chan coos, nuzzling his nose into your cheek, tickling your skin, his hands roaming on your back in gentle caresses, "are you positive you really want to?", he asks one more time, clearly trying to assess if it was a spur of the moment thing or if you're actually sure about your decision, "yeah, yeah I promise I am", you reassure, swallowing the slight nervousness down your throat.
Chan cups your cheeks very gently and kisses you in between both of your guys' smiles, he holds your face and your neck delicately as he kisses you more and more, those gorgeous soft lips melting into your mouth again and again, sweet sighs escaping him when you reach for his hair, tangling the longer, curlier ends at the nape of his neck in between your fingers, unconsciously straddling him in the process, which does provoke a tension in his pants.
"Baby-", Chan breathes in, still a whisper away from your lips, "i'm getting so hot", he chuckles, the tips of his ears going redder and redder, "I'm going to take off my shirt okay?", you nod briefly and detach yourself from him just enough so he can remove his t-shirt.
He's statuary. That much you already knew. You love looking at his bare skin, taking in the hard work he consistently put into sculpting his chest and his abs, your fingers already twitching to reach out and run all over him.
You also really appreciate how he subtly still asked for your consent and proceeded to take one layer off first, putting himself in a more vulnerable position first so you didn't have to.
Eyes sparkling while looking at you looking at him, he guides you right back to his chest so you can press yourself up to him and kiss and pat and tickle his exposed skin, which obviously has him in shambles and giggles in no time: "hahaha that's so tickly help haha", he squeaks and oh my god you could not love him more right now. So silly and cute and lovable, diffusing your nervousness without even realising that.
You kiss some more,a little more sloppily, now his hands tentatively sneak up the back of your shirt, resting warmly on your spine, fingertips brushing against the clasp of your bra, and the second you shiver from his touch he stops, making it a point to look at you in your seemingly drunken eyes: "you know you can stop me anytime right? no actually ...it's not that you can ...you have to", he speaks solemnly, seriousness downing on his face.
"I think we should have a safe word. Something that either of us can use at any point and that'll make us snap right out of it", he continues, looking intently at you, "oh? s-sure?", you agree, continuosly pleasantly surprised at just how caring and mature he is, "of course you can just say hey Chan stop right now but if it makes it easier I reckon we should come up with something immediate that can be used whenever no questions asked, like I don't know ...you say apples and we stop. No matter what, we stop".
The corners of your lips stuck into a genuine, bright smile, you nod enthusiastically, "apples! I like the sound of that!", you comment, reassurance seeping in inside your veins. Chan leans in to kiss you once more, absolutely loving the way your body is warm and so close to his his heart might just leap out of his chest and smack against yours.
He hums pensively, hands crawling up your bra straps, "actually ...perhaps not apples. Let's find something else, please ...", he says slowly, "why not apples? You don't like fruit?", you tease jokingly and he giggles in response, though he frowns too, in a joking matter as well: "I love fruit! But it's not going to work ... you've got apples there ...my brain might just short circuit", he whines in a pout, gesturing at the general direction of your chest.
The laugh bursting out of you is potent and stress relieving to no end, you physically double down on him, laughing his ass out as well, arms barely holding you from the vibration. It takes you both a little bit to fully calm down, the smitten smiles stay though, as if permanently etched onto your faces.
"Alright alright ...what about ...Scooby doo? Is it outlandish enough?", you offer along with an encouraging nod, immediately reflected by Chan who vigorously agrees, "Scooby doo! I love that. Yes let's go with that!" he declares, promptly peppering your face with kisses until you're a giggly mess again.
Truly the silliness of it all makes your heart feel so light, this is so like Chan, you think to yourself, to make you feel so at ease and comforted, to turn something serious and important like communication and make it fun and spontaneous and nice.
You only start to fully someber up once Chan starts kissing your neck a little more feverishly, you slowly realise he also cupping your bra, fondling very gently, and that's fine with you, you've been here before.
With a quick move you take off your shirt and straighten out your back, those thin, calloused fingers of his immediately skimming the notches of your spine and then brushing the flesh of your sides and lower back.
Choking a bit on air, you shift into Chan's lap some more, the friction there making it so he's just getting harder and harder in his pants, lips dragging over your jaw and your jugular and then down the exposed skin on your upper chest, a soft groan resounding in the room as he feels your half naked body against his, "should we-should we go upstairs in your room?", he offers beneath his breath, dark but shining orbs looking at your reddened face.
It feels a lot like one of those teenage movies you used to watch and fantasize about, him lifting you right up into his arms, picking you up like a baby and climbing up the stairs while still kissing you passionately. It's real. It really is real. Your heart now thrumming faster, you close your eyes for a second, fully immersing yourself in the moment.
Chan carefully lays you down on your bed and spreads out your legs just enough so he can position his one knee in between as he hovers over you, lips full and dark pink, eager to kiss you more and more.
And you let him, of course you do.
So lost in the kiss and the delicate scent of his cologne it takes you a second to realise he's fumbling with the straps of your bra again, "is this okay? can we take this off?".
Your face now a several different degrees of hot from the intimacy of this all, you sit up just barely, the garment easily sliding down your shoulders, with little to no help.
A grunt escapes his lips, eyes growing big and dark, Chan takes in your sight and then attacks your chest with fluttery kisses all over, his hands coming up to fully undo the clasp and finally remove the garment.
Oh he knows what he's doing. There's a veil of hunger in his eyes, along with a certain savviness, like an expertise of sorts as he buries his face in your chest, that warm soft mouth of his kissing every goosebump and curve and birthmark while he gently fondles and squishes your flesh.
You're electrified by his touch but also soothed by it at the same time, blood surging fast to your heart but somehow quietening it down. It occurs to you that you haven't been doing much on your part, you wonder if you're supposed to do more than just run your hands down his smooth, muscular back, if you're supposed to pull at his hair, considering you genuinely wish to. Both for his and your own satisfaction.
Scooting just a little closer to him so he has easier access to you, you trail your hands down to his crotch, the fabric of his pants stretched for dear life around his very obvious boner: "that's you... that's all you", Chan mumbles a little flustered, a nervous giggle following suit that has you chuckling in disbelief.
Carefully you move your hands around the bulge, looking up at him with uncertainty, "may I...?", you ask timidly and he cups your cheek with one hand, "of course, you can touch me as much as you want".
Your hands trembling just a tad bit, you reach out to undo the button of his pants, struggling not to let it slip in between your fingers. Your boyfriend towering over you, feeling exponentially soft, melty on the inside and hard for you in the outside at the same times.
He chuckles and grabs both your hands just so he can bring them up to his lips and kiss them, distracting you from your task, "I got you, I got you", he whispers, now unbottoning his own pants, sliding them down his legs and then kicking them off.
You start stroking him through his light blue boxers,enough to feel him warming up and twitching slightly in your palms, Chan sticks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking absolutely marvelous while doing that, breathing heavy, arousal written all over his face despite the calmness in his attitude.
"Humpf...ooh ..s-shit", Chan tilts his head back, his Adam apple prominent and exposed, you can't help but plant a kiss right there, earnig a delighted whimper in response.
A firm but not painful grip to your aching wrist, Chan slows down your motion after a little while, just when you feel dampness in your palms, his still clothed skin becoming boiling hot, "I oof ...I'm going to need you to stop here or I might just ...not last", he admits through a ragged breath.He's holding back, trying to restrain himself as long as he can, you can tell by the beads of sweat on his face and his chest, the veins in his neck thickening by the second.
Still he remains astoundingly present and focused. On you. Only you. Thin fingers trailing down your torso, cupping your breasts and your face and your tummy and your arms, eager to kiss you all over too, "oh GOD your skin is so soft, you are so soft", he rasps in a daze.
You want to laugh and cry and scream at just how good this feels, all the soft touches and praise and the heat of his body pressing down on you. When his fingers eventually find their path down the front of your crotch, despite your heart rising up in your throat, you nod enthusiastically before he even gets the chance to speak, for you're fairly sure he's about to ask for your permission.
Eyes literally sparkling, Chan pinches your chin between his fingers, "I need your explicit vocal consent to touch you down there", he says solemnly, "you have it", you reply just as seriously, undoing the button of your jeans and sliding them down past your hips, letting him do the rest.
Just at the sight of you in your lilac frilly underwear where a darker patch is expanding has his mouth water, you can hear him cussing under his breath incomprehensibly one minute and then rubbing his fingers against your pulsating nub the next.Yeah your scars and stretchmarks and hair and skin bumps on the inside of your thighs are on full show for him, and admittedly they make you feel a little self conscious but if Chan notices them, he doesn't seem to mind at all.
He starts with just two fingers at first, rubbing back and forth, teasing your still clothed entrance a few times before he switches to pressing down his whole palm on you. Your head sinking into the pillow beneath you, you shut your eyes and bite down on your bottom lip harshly, your body going tense in the best way, cheeks warming up, your breathing coming up short as Chan works fast but thoroughly.
You're so concentrated on the building feeling in your lower tummy you barely hiss when the halfway soaked material of your knickers slides down your legs.Full lips tracing the contour of your folds, rough finger pads tapping ad rubbing and tapping again until you're spasming, "hol-ly ssh-shit" , you breathe out, rutting your hips up and up towards Chan who smirks and grunts and keeps his pace steady so you don't lose momentum.
Your temples pulsating, the oxygen seemingly abandoning your lungs, you choke out a moan that has Chan go jelly in the knees, watching you climax by his hand is making him wanting you impossibly more.
"I'm going to grab a condom...", he whispers on your lips, kissing them sweetly, momentarily bringing you back down on earth where you can stick your hand in his slightly matted hair and pull him for one more kiss, or two: "can you kiss me just a little longer?", you plead, feeling your eyelid heavy on your eyes, blissfullness and peace trying to take over the remaining nerves bubbling up in your stomach.
Chan chuckles and carefully lays down on top of you, slotting himself right in between your thighs, his boxers riding down in the process,"of course sweet girl, you get all the kisses you need". He looks at you with adoring eyes, eager to kiss you just as much you are to kiss him. He lets you roam his body with your hands, caress his arms and his back as you get lost on his tongue, your fingers softly pulling at the ends of his hair.
When you're both finally out if breath you help him out of his boxers, silently gasping at the sight of him and just how ... sizable he is. You try to mentally prepare yourself for what's to come while he slips on a condom, your heart a few seconds away from exploding from how fast it's beating.
Chan hovers you once more, the flex in his arms muscles so prominent you want to clamp them down and squeeze so bad just to relieve some tension: "are we-are we sure you're gonna ...fit? like are the laws of physics a thing?" you blurt out so candidly and your boyfriend quite literally doubles over in loud giggles.
Oh my god you could not love him more. He's giggling and squeaking and he's oh so hard for you and he's blushing up to the tip of his ears so endearingly and he's looking at you so softly so lovingly your love for him just shoots through the roof.
"I promise it's going to fit, I'm not going to break you, y/n", he reassures you, bending down to kiss you slowly, "you're in control yeah? we can stop anytime, just say the word", he continues, gently lowering himself down until he's almost fully aligned in between your thighs, not before making sure you're nodding your approval, smiling weakly, "actually ..do you want to be on top? Would that make you feel more comfortable? you can easily se the pace while you're on top of me", he offers, placing a soft peck on your cheek.
He looks so beautiful from down here. You can feel his whole body touching yours, the warmth of it, the smoothness and roughness of it too. And you can look straight into his eyes and run your fingers through hi hair.
There something so reassuring and calming in being encaged underneath him, it's oddly making you feel calmer despite how nervous you are deep dow: "I'd rather stay right here if that's okay, I feel safe".
Smiling widely, Chan holds your face, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, gentle strokes tracing the outline of your smile lines and your nose. This close up you can see the few little faint, light coloured freckles on his nose and his cheeks, the single individual sparse hair of his eyebrows, the tenderness in the lines of his full lips.
You embrace him, wanting nothing more than feel all of him, and you're so focused on that handsome face of his you register he's adjusting himself inside of you only a second later when the air is temporarily sucked out of your chest.
It doesn't hurt, contrary to what you thought your whole life so far, perhaps because of how tender and sleek you were already, but it just feels a bit uncomfortable , a bit new at first. But not painful at all.
He starts moving ever so slowly, slipping in and out of you as he holds your waist and then your hips and then your overall frame once he realises you're both adjusting to one another bodies.
You instinctively lace your arms around his neck, inadvertently pulling him closer to you just as he begins to move a little faster, a whimper leaving his lips, making your head spin, "oh my ... fuck you feel amazing ...", he purrs.
Something primal, instinctual is set off in you. Sure, it's still not the most comfortable you've ever been but the sheer adrenaline and intense affection you feel for him is spreading all over your body, and it is enough to overpower the discomfort.
To be fair you start to even like it, that slight edge. It's quickly turning into a blindingly pleasant friction.
Heart palpitating, you tighten your grip around him, your hips moving in synchro with him as he goes in and out of you, now starting to sweat profusely and getting red and splotchy all over his torso, looking ridiculously hot, the feverish kissess and hisses and soft grunts you exchange making it all the more arousing, you belong to this man, you think. And it feels great.
Chan slows down just a bit, eyes dark but bright with genuine awe at you, holding him like that, like you never want to let him go, seemingly enjoying yourself judging from the sounds you're making, the way that you're moving.
It's just the erratic breathing that's concerning, reason why he now breaks his fast pace considerably, not deflating into softness yet but definitely delaying his own pleasure: "are you alright love? you're breathing funny" he chokes out.
You hurriedly scramble to push yourself up and wrap around him like a koala, kissing his neck repeatedly, "I'm good, I'm good I love you I'm good, don't stop please don't stop", it almost comes out on a whine but your heart hurts in the best way for just how insanely sweet and attentive he is.
Chan looks immensely relieved, he chuckles lowly, biting down his bottom lip, "you're doing so well, taking me so well, baby. But are you sure you're good? you can always invoke Scooby Doo".
Tension cut with the umpteenth outburst of giggles at how silly this sounds, it takes you a minute to fully regain your composure and kiss him in reassurance once again, "I'm perfectly fine, no need to call him". Chan smashes his lips into yours, his hands climbing up your body to squeeze and stroke and trace invisible patterns that he then wets with kissess.
The bed rocking with the commotion you two are causing, you squeeze your now weak thighs around him again and again he thrusts into you a few more times until the veins in his neck start popping out and the beads of sweat on his forehead roll down his cheeks.
His face contrite with excersion, he grinds his teeth and breathes out loudly, "fuck -fuck I love you -AH -fuck", he twitches and writhes, and visibly holds off his release for as long as he can, going all in with tapping motions on your clit while still pushing in and out a little slower, your vision getting progressively more blurry from the double intense stimulation.
That until he can no more and just climaxes hard: oh he's loud.
Louder than he has ever been before, not even in a vulgar way, just in a very exhausted very pleased way.
But Chan's is a pleaser, and he likes to give more than he likes to take: though still panting and puffing air out, he makes sure you get your release too. All over him and your white linen sheets beneath your bum.
You slowly let go of him and spread your arms out on the mattress, tired out of your mind but in complete utter bliss too as you close your eyes and inhale and exhale rapidly.
Out of the corner of your eyes you see him roll off of you and throw away the condom, he grabs something from your bathroom and returns to you with a stupid grin on his face, "let's get you all cleaned up sweetheart", he says gently, proceeding to dab around your body with what you can only presume is a towel.
You smile timidly and let him do his thing, way too comfortable and meek and relaxed to move an inch to help him, you barely stroke the hair away from his forehead and observe how fast your chest is rising and falling, "I-ve -I've got wet wipes in the second drawer", you murmur, and Chan promptly retrieves them from the nightstand you just pointed at, doing his best to clean the both of your dampened, slightly sticky bodies.
Afterglow. You never knew the true meaning of the term until this very moment as you observe Chan's serene expression, he rests peacefully on the other side of the bed, his hands lazily tracing your spine up and down while you listen to his heartbeat, your blushed cheek pressing down on his chest.
He suddenly starts sniffing your head, humming contently underneath his breath,"how do you manage to smell like fresh roses right now, I don't understand", he whines softly , kissing your hair and then the tip of your nose, breaking the comfortable silence you had fallen in in the sweetest way possible.
Your lips inevitably stretching into a smile just for him, you turn your face and look up at him to peck his lips, "your cleanliness might have rubbed off on me too, who knows. You never smell bad either".
Chan giggles at your cute response and nudges you closer to him, "I have to confess I got a bit self conscious when I started to sweat badly. You were laying there underneath me, naked and fucking beautiful, and I was like yeah I'm Korean I don't really smell when I sweat but I was so nervous and afraid I was going to hurt you I thought my stress levels were going to mess with my own chemicals haha".
It sounds light hearted and not that serious at all cause he's laughing and playing it off but you know this man so well you instantly recognise it actually takes him a lot of courage to be this vulnerable and honest, your heart swelling up at just hearing him talk like that.
"I'm so sorry you were stressed. If it helps at all I didn't really notice to be honest. You seemed so confident and assured, I genuinely felt like you knew how to take care of me. And you didn't hurt me in the slightest, I feel like you were actually so gentle", you admit sincerely, brushing your hands over his pectorals, and he hums almost timidly in response, as per usual, way too humble to accept compliments.
"Did you hold back, at all?", you ask after a little while, the seed of suspicioun settling in your heart, not out of malice but out of the care you know Chan is unable not to extend to you, "I didn't. Not intentionally anyway. I tried to be gentle and not overwhelm you since it was your first time but other than that I wouldn't have done anything differently even if we were causally having sex on a random night. I'm glad you didn't feel the need to call Scooby-Doo ehehe".
You both giggle and bash in the profound intimacy that is embracing each other like this, naked and happy. "Like I said, you were so careful and caring I was quite alright the whole time. Sorry for the silly jokes though, I was trying to be funny to drown out the nervousness. And also you're actually bigger than I thought I swear I was unprepared".
Chan starts to laugh so loudly he shakes and vibrates and you think he's going to choke any minute now. So you laugh with him too, obviously, while still having to actively hold on to the sheets or you know you're going to roll off the bed.
"You are the silliest cutest girl, never apologise for being you, please I love you so much it hurts" he chuckles happily, kissing you over and over, joyfulness bursting out of him.
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I have a request for Dom Spencer with bau reader. Enemies to lovers fic. And with age gap 😜🔥💕
content warning: enemies to lovers, age gap (Spencer older), Dom!Spencer, bratty!Reader, office tension, hate-fueled banter, rough sex, teasing, orgasm control, light spanking, fingering, face-fucking, protected PIV, aftercare.
a/n: meowwwwwwwwwww is this exactly like another fic i posted well maybe yes im dumb and i forget
word count ~ 1k
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
You never liked Dr. Spencer Reid.
Not because of his intelligence—that would be unfair. You could respect the intellect, the eidetic memory, the encyclopedic facts he spit out in the middle of case briefings like Google with a pulse. But God, did he always have to be so smug about it?
"You’re wrong," he said flatly across the conference room table one morning. His voice was calm, but the challenge in it lit your blood on fire.
"Am I?" You leaned forward, daring him to look you in the eye. “Because profiling gang-related escalation happens to be my specialty. You’re welcome to sit this one out, Dr. Reid.”
He blinked slowly, that irritating little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Statistics suggest emotional bias affects judgment. You might want to check your pride before you keep embarrassing yourself.”
You gritted your teeth. “Fuck off.”
“Gladly,” he said coolly, pushing up from the table and brushing past you—intentionally close.
Your elbow twitched. You almost “accidentally” punched him.
Almost.
Part 2: Thin Line Between Hate and Heat
That tension didn’t fade with time. If anything, it grew. Escalated. Every case, every briefing, every goddamn interaction became a battlefield. You pushed his buttons. He pushed back harder.
It wasn’t until a stakeout in Wisconsin—rain pouring, boredom setting in—that you realized the hate might be... something else.
He was driving. You were in the passenger seat, your arms crossed, the silence thicker than the fog outside.
“You always have to argue with me,” he muttered suddenly.
You glanced over. “Because you always think you’re right.”
“I am usually right,” he replied without hesitation.
You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a smug, condescending—"
“And you’re such a brat,” he cut in, voice low now. “Always looking for a fight. I don’t even think you hate me.”
You turned your head sharply. “Excuse me?”
“I think you want me to lose control,” he said quietly. “I think you want me to shut you up.”
The air left your lungs in a silent oh.
“You really think you can?” you said, voice cracking just slightly.
His hand curled around the steering wheel, knuckles white. “You have no idea what I could do to you.”
Part 3: After Hours
A week later, the line snapped.
It was late. The office was empty, and you were still reviewing case files at your desk when the elevator chimed. Spencer emerged, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled, hair messy from rain.
You didn’t even greet him. Just: “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere reading a 17th-century monograph and avoiding human contact?”
He dropped his bag with a thud. “Shouldn’t you be trying not to be a brat for five fucking minutes?”
Your stomach flipped.
You stood, slowly, and raised a brow. “Or what, Reid?”
The moment hung there.
Then—he moved. Stalked across the floor, grabbing your wrist, pushing you back until your spine hit your office door.
“You like testing me, don’t you?” he growled, one hand flat against the door beside your head. “You like pissing me off.”
“And you like pretending you’re not desperate to fuck me,” you whispered.
He pressed forward—body to body. You felt him hard against your hip, no mistaking it now. His hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just firm.
"Say it again," he said. "Say I want to fuck you."
You didn’t hesitate. “You want to fuck me.”
His mouth crashed into yours like a breaking dam.
Part 4: Dom!Spencer Unleashed
You were on your knees in his apartment twenty minutes later.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, unbuckling his belt with quick precision.
You obeyed. His cock slapped heavy against your tongue—long, thick, flushed. He gripped your hair, eyes dark, lips parted.
“Such a brat at work,” he murmured, rolling his hips slowly. “But look at you now. Obedient. Needy.”
You sucked him in deep, earning a hiss. His grip in your hair tightened as he began to fuck your mouth, deliberate and slow.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he said softly. “Going to make you forget every smartass thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Your hands dug into his thighs. He pulled back before you could come undone, a wicked smile on his face.
“Strip. On the bed. Face down, ass up.”
You didn’t argue.
And when his palm cracked down across your ass, you moaned.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “That’s what I thought.”
Part 5: Obedience
His fingers spread you open, dragging through your wetness with maddening precision.
“Already dripping?” he murmured, smug again—but it didn’t piss you off now. Not like this. Not with his fingers circling your clit. “You’re soaking my sheets and I’ve barely touched you.”
He slid two fingers into you in one slow, torturous push, curling just right.
“Please, Spencer…”
He stilled. “Dr. Reid.”
You gasped. “Dr. Reid… please.”
“That’s better.”
He fucked you on his fingers until you were whining, shaking, clenching. Then he pulled out.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
You groaned. “You’re evil.”
“I’m patient,” he corrected, reaching for a condom. “But I won’t be gentle.”
And he wasn’t.
He sank into you with one hard thrust, his hand pressed against the back of your neck.
“Take it,” he growled in your ear. “Take every inch like the filthy little brat you are.”
You cried out, body arching, eyes rolling back.
He pounded into you, relentless and commanding, fucking you through every protest and every needy moan. And when you came, hard and loud, he didn’t stop.
“Again,” he said. “Give me another.”
You did.
Part 6: Aftercare
After, you were boneless and gasping on his sheets. Spencer—still shirtless, still gorgeous—tugged the blanket over you, curling behind you and brushing hair from your damp face.
You expected him to go cold. Expected the tension to snap back in place.
Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, voice gentler than you’d ever heard it.
You nodded. “More than.”
“I meant it,” he added, fingers brushing over your hip. “I want to ruin you. But not just for tonight.”
You turned your head slowly. “Wait... are you saying you like me?”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t start.”
You grinned. “What? It’s cute.”
“You’re impossible.”
“And you’re mine now,” you said, pressing your lips to his.
He kissed you back like it was already true.
And it was.
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So sad to see that you might not be writing for lnds anymore:((( But we were lucky to have you for as long as we did.
What was your favorite thing that you've ever written? For lnds or for anything else?
ahhh!! this lowkey made me kinda emotional given that i’ve been very much considering myself done with writing with writing (lads) lately.
my favorite thing that i’ve written, which is actually for lads, is the ending part of sylus’s misty invasion (lost oasis). i am very invested in sylus's lore and i very much by into the (self-indulgent) theories that he and mc were tested on together as children in the same lab, and that's how they met. maybe that's how they both got their aether cores. but some how they were separated, mc lost her memories, but sylus retained his and was further tested on.
that's what i centered this little blurb around, and the ending of lost oasis of course.
i very much teared up when i wrote this LOL idk why sylus is such a bias wrecker for me. he literally holds my heart in a chokehold.
copying it here because why not -
excerpt from sylus's misty invasion - lost oasis
The night air is brisk, sounds of ancient handbells ringing out softly as the dark sky twinkles with distant stars. A nearby bonfire rages, the sound of crackling of wood mixing with the distant chime of bells. And yet, it’s Sylus’s large body holding yours that keeps you warm against the gentle night breeze of the desert.
The hammock the two of you cuddle in swings lazily, Sylus’s fingers languidly stroking your hair as he tells you myths of the Gods and humans that once resided in this very valley.
“What about your world? What was your life like as a kid?”
Sylus is still as his body cradles your own, his fingers crushing the blossoms that had fallen into his palm. He hesitates for a second before saying, “Nothing special. I struggled to survive.”
Your heart clenches painfully at his words. His voice is nonchalant, yet something about his words is melancholic. Eerily wistful.
“I never imagined that one day, we’d be sitting in a place like this. Having discussions about the world,” you whisper.
You look up to catch Sylus staring at you. For a brief second, you catch the emotions in his eyes. They’re desperate, pleading with yours. For what, you’re unsure. He quickly blinks, the cerise orbs returning to their natural state.
“Do you think we’re talking about the same world?” His voice is unbearably gentle, his words confusingly cryptic, as if edged with a double meaning that you can’t quite grasp.
“I’m not sure,” you confess softly.
There’s a brief moment of silence. You continue, “Today is when people give flowers to each other in Linkon, but…” Your voice trails off. You gently dust off the fallen petals that’d landed on his shoulder, hand reaching to brush over his heart as you pick up a branch of the delicate flowers off his abdomen..
“Could those flowers bloom in this kind of soil?” You ponder aloud, holding the cluster of fallen and wilting blossoms, so different from the vibrant and thriving ones you’re familiar with in Linkon.
You glance up at Sylus again. The shadows of the palm trees above you obscure one side of his face, the other half haloed by the soft glow of the moonlight. He looks threateningly ethereal. The pools of carmine in his eyes glow as they search yours. Like earlier, they glimmer with inexplicable emotions that seem to plead with yours. Begging you for…something.
But he doesn’t speak, instead taking the cluster of wilted blossoms from your fingers. He twirls them in his fingertips, inspecting them carefully. He strokes the browning petals, a strange look of nostalgia flickering across his face.
You don’t understand, but you reach out for his hand, squeezing his fingers in yours. He squeezes you back, still looking mournfully at the flowers in his fingertips, almost as if remembering a painful memory.
Finally, Sylus turns to you. His smile is devastatingly beautiful and tragic all at once, his finger moving to tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear. His piercing red eyes bore straight into your soul, the faint luminosity of his Aether core beating behind them.
“I’ve seen far more beautiful flowers bloom in this desert.”

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