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business vacation

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, ceo au, ceo!toto, assistant!reader, semi-public sex, poolside sex, size difference/kink, cowgirl position, beach chair sex, alcohol, age gap (20s/50s)

"what are you doing, angel?" toto asked as he saw you take a sip of his rum and coke. he was in the back doorway of the vacation house.

you licked your lips, "i was trying to make sure that the drink was strong enough, mister wolff." you really were an efficient assistant, weren't you? as if you weren't dressed in a simple green checkered bikini. more skin exposed than the average employee of your boss' company.

he chuckled lowly, "it seems like you're not focusing on your job. i brought you here to help. that is in your job description after all."

you swallowed, "of course, sir! i'm sorry, sir!" you lowered your head for a moment before you went over to hand toto his drink.

he carefully took it from you before he shepherded your back outside to the private pool. high walls surrounded the backyard which allowed for complete privacy.

he took a sip of the drink you made hi and then rubbed your head in praise, "strong." he cleared his throat, "are you trying to make me drunk, dear? you are lucky that i don't have a meeting later. or else you'd be in big trouble."

"no, sir!"

you ended up back on the beach chair with toto, while you had your own chair. it was simply too far away for toto's liking.

after all, he was your mentor.

an internship turned into employment at a company that toto built from the ground up. now you aided him in everything he did. which meant two weeks at this vacation home in the south of france.

but, you didn't get the job because of your stellar performance during your internship. no, no, toto took a liking to you rather quickly. it didn't hurt that you took his cock beautifully. it was only fair that he gave you an official title because apparently professional cocksucker didn't look good on a resume.

as if your five year plan wasn't just 'because mrs. toto wolff', but in the end you became his assistant. you sat in on meetings and kepthis organized. he just enjoyed you on his cock more than being at meetings.

he grazed his hand across your hip and thigh while you laid up against him. the ice clinked in his glass as he took a sip with his free hand.

you remained close to him and let him tough you. you simply melted into his touch and allowed him to drag his fingers across your skin. he left imaginary trails across your thighs and it made you shudder.

"you feel warm. did you have too much sun, dear? should we go inside?" but his actions contradicted his words. his fingertips dipped into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, "do you feel too warm, angel?"

you shifted a little and he leaned in for a gentle kiss on your lips. you tasted the sweet of the coke of his drink on his lips and then cupped his face. "it's only because of you, sir. you make me hot all over."

he said, "maybe i should help you cool down." he took another sip of his drink before he put the glass down on a table. he then pulled the string of your bikini and it simply fell off your chest. with your chest exposed, toto licked his lips.

you ended up straddling his waist, you felt his cock nudge against you in his swim trunks. you rubbed your pussy up against the bulge. toto then watched you get out of the bottoms, this left you totally naked. he got his cock out of his grey and yellow swim trunks, you could see the dark trimmed pubic hair and his impressive cock. you knew what was going to come next.

you were going the other half of your job responsibilities.

"beautiful." he exhaled as you sank down onto his cock. he was surprised that you could take him so beautifully. there was no other word to call it. you reminded him of a beautiful masterpiece. you were art to him. he groaned as you started to move, the heat had curled in you as you worked his length.

the amount of times he watched you move around the office. he knew how the other employees looked at you. hunger in their gazes, but you were painfully oblivious to them.

toto liked that.

you had eyes for him and no one else but him. wasn't just so so special? to have the privilege to fuck your pretty, slick cunt. even if you did have eyes for someone else, you were already with toto and he wasn't going to let himself to be replaced so easily.

you were toto's, plain and simple. no one else could fill that role. who else was going to ride him like their life depended on it. toto had you wrapped around his fingers, his pretty little assistant. "you do sucha good job." he praised, "keeping this company afloat." his voice was a purr as he moved against you. his mind was clouded with heavy lust as he watched the bounce of your body as you moved. it was beyond beautiful, near pornographic. toto could've made a healthy amount of money with some tasteful nudes of his lovely assistant. but, he didn't want anyone else to see what he had.

he was a greedy man.

the walls around the yard allowed you to move up and down a little faster. your noises a little lighter as you gasped, "sir, yes, please." his cock hit against your softest areas. you clenched onto his shoulders, you pretty nails dug into his shoulders as you moved against him.

toto admired you further, he eyed you up and down as you body moved against him. your hips thrusted up and down onto his cock. he licked his lips, he couldn't get enough of his angel of a woman. he held you by the middle and kissed at your chest. he licked your nipples and you moaned loudly. he always made sure you were taken care of. you kept him on schedule and his cock warm, and he gave you whatever you desired. he groaned as his grip on your soft hips tightened.

you made him want to do to the office, even enjoyed it when you scolded him for missing paperwork. when he was alone with you, he could be a wild man. but you kept him focused in the office. while this was a business holiday, he happily mixed his business with pleasure. that was why he packed you some of the smallest bikinis and the tightest pencil skirts. he had to make sure his assistant looked presentable for any situation.

only the best for you. he held on as you continued to move. your noises only got louder and you could feel the throb of want in your body as you rode him. you soon leaned in enough to kiss him on the lips. he felt a surge of want in his body as the heat between you two grew.

out on a sunny day together, in a private little villa where you could work your hardest as a job you knew you were good at. servicing him. you two kissed and you felt the fire in your gut. it was hard to deny the feeling. toto was the kind of lover that sent your soul ablaze. you moaned into the kissed and clutched onto him tighter. the shudder of want through you made you move faster.

he touched your sides and used his strength to move you up and down his cock. you felt the thrill of excitement course through you. you felt the tension in your thighs as he moved you with a heavy pace. toto liked when you carried his marks after sex. the small bruises on your hips, the bites on your breasts, everything he could do to stake a claim on you. even when you wore his rings and watches, maybe it was possessive behavior. but toto had already pushed past the point of professionalism. he knew that it could lead to trouble, but he didn't care. not when you looked beautiful on top of him. hell was worth it to be able to fuck you. he'd suffer for his sins in the afterlife.

you knew you were getting close, your body tensed up and you kissed him deeply on the lips. this was your boss! but it was your job to make sure he was taken care of. that meant all the ways you could possibly help. even in the south of france. you held on as you got yourself to climax. you groaned, your noises accompanied by the sounds of birds chirping. you rode through your orgasm and felt the heat climb in your neck and to your ears.

tot moved up against you. he controlled the pace further when you rested against him. he moved your hips and you felt the rush of euphoria. pleasure coursed through him as he continued to fuck you. until he tensed up and finished inside of you.

you made sure pretty noises as you both came down from your intense climaxes. the heat felt good through as you rested against him. your chest chest against his. you could feel his heartbeat. and some said that the scary toto wolff didn't have a heart.

you soon held your lover's face and gazed into his dark eyes. you kissed him on the cheek lovingly, "how was that, sir? did it meet quarterly expectations?" you said cheekily.

"always perfect, angel." he rubbed your bare back softly. he kissed your face softly, "my perfect little assistant. now why don't i make us some lunch?"

as much as you did for toto, he only returned the favour in ten-fold. because aside from being his darling, amazing, stellar assistant. you were also his lover. <3

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miryum · 1 day ago

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☆ 18+ minors dni ☆

Cowboy!Jason Todd who commandeered an impressive ranch out in the country. He came into town every once in a while to get supplies, but also to flirt with the leathersmith’s daughter (you). You always adored seeing him swagger into your daddy’s shop, all confident and smirking. He was just a year or two older than you and the whole town knew that you were practically taken. It was only a matter of time before he asked your father for your hand and you moved out onto his ranch

Cowboy!Jason Todd who, when he finally married you, took you to his ranch house and made you his pretty little wife

Cowboy!Jason Todd took his work very seriously. He loved horses and tending to cattle. The only thing he didn’t like was when he had to go on long cattle drives for weeks on end and had to be away from you. He didn’t like the extra strain it put on you and he knew you didn’t sleep as well when he was away.

Cowboy!Jason Todd who would often lie under the stars, wondering if you were doing the same

Cowboy!Jason Todd who knew it was pointless to send you letters when he was away. The mail was just too finicky and by the time they got back to you, he’d be home already. But he did it anyway. He grinned whenever you would run out into the fields where he was working, clutching a letter he had written a month ago, but you had just received

Cowboy!Jason Todd loved when he would return home from one of his cattle drives and you would run from the house, a wide smile on your face. He would jump off his horse and meet you halfway, picking you up and spinning you around – just how it happened in those books you read

Cowboy!Jason Todd who felt bad for all the work you had to do around the house when he was out with the animals. You cleaned the house, prepared the food, tended to the chickens, and did the laundry. You even brought out lunches for Jason and the workers everyday, paired with some lemonade or crisp water. Of course, he rewarded you with little gifts from all his trips and fulfilling every one of your wishes in bed (which we’ll get to later)

Cowboy!Jason Todd employed only one ranch hand – a young boy named Damian who you soon came to view as your own. He stayed on the farm with you, as ranch hands did. You made sure the boy got enough to eat and patched up all his clothes he tore. Jason couldn’t help but watch fondly as you would sit at the table after dinner as he did the dishes, muttering to yourself that “the poor boy grows too much. What are we gonna do with him?!” Jason would let his mind stray to how you would react when kids of your own skinned their knees or dirtied their clothes

Cowboy!Jason Todd didn’t mind if you wanted kids or not. He would give you whatever you wanted and would defend your wishes to everyone in town

Cowboy!Jason Todd who didn’t even go into town anymore. He didn’t have a reason to. He got his food from nearby farmers and knew how to take care of his tools. You didn’t really notice at first until you realised his leather saddle was a bit scuffed. You commented how your father could easily fix it, but Jason simply gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you he could do it. You didn’t believe him until you saw him with your own two eyes in the barn. You confronted him as to why he then even went to your father’s store if he could do it all by himself and he replied with a grin. “How else would I have met my future wife? Who, now I may add, is all mine.”

Cowboy!Jason Todd was a very fit man and his years as a cowboy did everything to help that. You loved watching him work – practically anything he did turned you on. There was when he was riding a horse and you watched the way his hips rocked on the saddle. There was when he was pitching hay for the horses and you watched how his biceps flexed and pulled deliciously. There was when he was sharpening the kitchen knives because you asked so sweetly and you watched the beads of sweat disappear under his collar. And there was when he was practicing his lassoing and unclipped his overalls, exposing his abs

Cowboy!Jason Todd always noticed when you ogled at him and god, did he love it. It made him feel like he was still worthy to be your husband

Cowboy!Jason Todd who almost never said no to when you would crawl up onto his lap and begin kissing him sweetly. His calloused hands would grip your hips and tug you closer. He loved to sit in his recliner because it had just the right amount of space for you to straddle him

Cowboy!Jason Todd was a torturous lover

Cowboy!Jason Todd who would either give it to you rough and quick or pull his hips back slowly before rolling into you. Every single damn time he would ask for consent about every single damn thing. And holy shit if it wasn’t hot as hell. After the first night when Damian couldn’t look Jason in the eye, he had suggested the boy move to the bedroom on the other side of the house. Damian readily agreed, not before throwing in a snarky remark

Cowboy!Jason Todd whose nails were always dirty, but you never minded

Cowboy!Jason Todd who loved to take your hand in his and kiss the simple diamond ring he had put on your finger the day he wedded you as a way of thanks

Cowboy!Jason Todd who also loved to mutter in your ear the vows he had spoken on your wedding day while thrusting into you

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elstattoo · 1 day ago

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Ellie (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship)

MINORS DNI, MEN DNI

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

WC: 7k

Summary: Ellie was infatuated the day she met you. The two of you instantly growing close, in turn she fell in love with you. One problem, she was a coward.

Content: 18+, best friends to lovers troupe, college auish, loser!Ellie, femme type reader, both Ellie and reader are oblivious asf, weed (e using), smut, sub! ellie, thigh riding, pussy eating, fingering, biting, marking, top! reader

Divider Credit: @enchanthings (I love your work so much! You make the cutest stuff) 😭💗

Author’s Note: Huge thank you to @astralnymphh for reading this for over and giving me suggestions! You’re the best and I love you mwah!! You also inspired me to write loser Ellie… Sooo ♡ Based on the song Jenny by Studio Killers! Also… We need more sub! Ellie… please

I. A Smile Beyond Words —

Both you and Ellie had been friends as long as you could remember. The memory was like yesterday: it was first when Ellie moved into your neighborhood, your mom lugging you over with her, freshly baked cookies in hand, she knocked gently on the door and waited for an answer.

“Mom, they’re still unpacking. This is probably such a bad time,” you sighed. Anxiously you began bouncing your foot, staying close to your mom almost to hide yourself from whoever would answer the door.

A smile was still present on her face. With a hand, she waved you off. “Nonsense, sweetheart! Who wouldn’t want home-baked goods?” she giggled. The house's front door opened, and a gruff-looking man nodded, greeting you both.

“Hello, may I help you?” he remarked, his hands still steady on the door.

“Hello! Sorry to bother you sir, but my daughter and I here saw you move into the neighborhood..” your mother began, her tone was cheery, and welcoming, “And we wanted to say hello! And give you this.” She offers him the cookie container.

His mouth hung open for a second in disbelief, before he collected himself and took the container from her hand. “That’s very kind of you, miss. My name is Joel… Joel Miller,” he mumbled, his other hand reaching out to offer his hand out to shake your mother's.

“Well, it’s great to meet you, Joel… Got any kids?”

“Yeah.” His eyes fell onto you briefly before continuing, “Probably about your age actually, let me call for her.” His head turned, and he yelled: “Hey Ellie! Come greet our neighbors.”

A voice from farther within the home yelled back, clear annoyance in the tone, “Hold on!”

“No! Ellie, now,” he hollered, rolling his eyes, and turning to your mom. She laughed, knowing all too well how that felt.

A sigh escaped Ellie’s lips. She stopped unpacking her room and made her way to the front door, where she saw her dad chatting away, a container in his hand, and a woman on their front steps with a girl who looked her age beside her.

Joel noticed Ellie and cleared his throat, “This is my daughter… Ellie.”

Ellie, now seeing you, awkwardly stood beside Joel and didn’t dare utter a peep. Her freckled cheeks flushed, embarrassment crawling over her bones realizing not only your mom heard her reply, but so did you. She realized the tone she used wasn’t the best… especially for her first impression. Joel’s free hand slung around her shoulder, and she groaned, waving at you realizing that’s what he was hinting to do.

She didn’t expect you to brightly smile at her and introduce yourself, finally feeling at ease seeing a girl your age in your neighborhood, let alone your next-door neighbor. And, that’s how you and Ellie met.

She’d somehow found the courage to bring you to her room, posters of Savage Starlight, space, and her favorite band adorning her walls.

“Wow! Your room is so cool, I haven’t had a girl my age like you in our neighborhood in… who knows how long,” you sighed.

Ellie gulped, nervously fiddling with her nail beds. “U-uh thanks…” Her eyes were glued to the many boxes still scattered around her room.

You settled your eyes back on her, noticing her frigid gestures. I know you’re nervous, but I am glad to meet you,” you beamed, hand reaching out to shake hers. “I do want to be your friend… Your best friend, maybe even…”

Ellie laughed the thought at the time seeming impossible to her lonely self. “You’re joking right?” She bit her lip, feeling bad suddenly because of her tone.

You shook your head, reaching out and grasping her hand. “No, I’m serious. I promise, pinky swear,” you winked at her, holding out your pinky.

Her mouth hung open, this was the first time something like this had ever happened to Ellie. “Okay…. Let’s give this a try then—shall we?” She stuck out her pinky finger, twisting it with yours to conclude the pinky promise.

From there, the two of you were stuck together like glue in your college, even through your high school years. The two of you had a relationship like no other, even with the new friends you’d both made over the years.

Things never changed.

II. Best Friends —

Even though you and Ellie met at fourteen, it didn’t stop you from having things like matching bracelets. Both you and Ellie had a set of bracelets you made together, first when your friendship had started.

It was an idea sparked when the two of you were looking for a specific movie. You shuffled around different items to try to discover the movie you’d both tried your hardest to find. But with no luck yet, you kept your search up.

This leads to you finding a box of beads, strings, and other things to make bracelets or other jewelry.

You glanced over the box, showing it to Ellie. “Hey! This looks fun, Ellie. Let’s try it. Pretty please…”

She rolled her eyes, her slit eyebrow-raising. “Beaded bracelets? What are we—in middle school?” Ellie teased, she was kidding and wouldn’t ever want to be mean to you seriously. She’d never want to cross that line or break it.

You pouted, hugging the box to your chest. “Ellie… If you’re going to be my friend… We need matching bracelets, so…pretty please?” You gave your best puppy dog eyes, trying to make them appear bigger to guilt Ellie into accepting.

She was going to accept, either way, she just liked pushing people’s buttons. “Of course we can do it!” She smiled at you, grabbing the box and the two of you created each other a bracelet. It read your name, yours reading hers, along with your favorite color beads, and some charms.

You smiled, looking over the bracelet now on your wrist. You’d swore you’d never take it off, and Ellie did the same.

“Thank you,” you shyly said.

You were too kind, too kind to be thanking for something like a friendship bracelet. She was just so honored to be your friend, so silently, Ellie hugged you.

The embrace cut you off guard, her not saying anything back besides abruptly pulling you into a hug. A hug you never wanted to let go of.

Ellie’s physical affection towards the people she loved was one of her strongest ways of showing she cared about someone, including you. She was like a koala bear.

Your koala bear.

III. Stolen Lipstick —

Ellie was captivated the day you smiled at her; it took her breath away, and even to this day, it makes her heart pound slightly in her chest. Ellie stared at you, sitting in your vanity chair and applying lipstick to your lips. She observed the way the pink made your eyes pop, the color complimenting the color of your skin.

You hummed, shaking your head, hand extending for a makeup wipe to remove the color. “It’s not the right one, El. I don’t know, I’ll try this one,” you frowned. You removed the previous color, puckering your lips, and applying the new darker shade of pink to your lips. “Yep! This is the one.”

Ellie smiled, loving either color on you. “Whatever makes you happy, babe,” she shrugged, the stupid giddy smile never leaving her face. It was like you cast a spell on her from the day she met you, that had her obsessed, and hopelessly in love with her perfect best friend.

You shifted your body to face her, “You’re too nice to me, I’m going to the bathroom, and then let’s get going, okay?” You muttered, getting up and slipping out of the door hearing a little ‘mhm’ from Ellie.

Once Ellie was sure the coast was clear, she got up from your bed and slipped over to where you sat only moments ago. She grabbed the previous color of lipstick you wiped off, pocketing it into her baggy camo pants. She figuratively crossed her fingers, hoping and praying you wouldn’t notice the color gone. In her gut, she felt bad but knew it truly would go unnoticed due to the many lipsticks you had.

She swallowed, awkwardly looking at your vanity for a moment then remembered you’d be back soon. She went over to the bed and laid back down in the position she was previously in before you left. Her face hit your pillow, the scent of your perfume filling your lungs, almost lulling her to slumber. Ellie was almost grateful she scurried back into your bed, because only seconds after you came bouncing back into your room.

“Hey! Sleepyhead! Wakey, wakey let’s go,” you excitedly clapped your hands together and walked over to your bed, where Ellie was comfortably lying.

She groaned, turning her head propped up on your pillows to face you. “Alright, fine I’m getting up,” she spoke and got up from your bed.

You grinned at her, and it made her hold her breath at the sight. As a person you are so alluring and pretty to Ellie, the simplest thing like your smile had her down so bad. It was almost hard to be around you at times. The two of you were always together, so always pushing aside her feelings for you was swallowing her whole.

But one thing about Ellie is that she is a coward. A coward too afraid to admit her feelings for you and ruin your friendship. So that’s why she did little things, like stealing your lipstick and other things now and then. It was nothing you’d miss, but those things meant the world to her. So, Ellie felt like both a loser and a coward simultaneously.

IV. Hidden Sorrows —

Silence. A dead silence fell over Ellie.

Ellie felt her mouth run dry, she opened it for a moment and quickly closed it, still at a loss for words. Her brow arched, green eyes glimmering under the car’s light. “You got a boyfriend…?” She uttered, finally forming words.

You were sitting next to her in the passenger seat, nervously fiddling with your manicured nails. “Mhm, he asked me out yesterday, and I wanted to tell you. Are you upset?” You noticed her quiet behavior when you mentioned it and frowned.

Ellie noted the obvious frown on her face and shook her head, “No, no! I didn’t mean to come off that way. Just… scared he’ll hurt you or something,” she whispered. She tried to play off her quietness and shift in attitude upon hearing the information as simply, that.

She didn’t want you to know that her heart broke in two. The words hit her like a ton of bricks, sadness washing over her knowing her perfect best friend was taken. Taken and stolen from her now that you had a boyfriend. Ellie wanted to be the person you were taken by, but she’d never admit that, especially not to you.

It was silly, she knew she’d never get a shot with you or even a chance, but here she is, sad over you getting a boyfriend. Which was inevitable, wasn’t it? It was like the earth was mocking her and playing some huge prank on her.

“Is that it? I don’t know… You just seem so off since I told you about it,” you pouted, puffing your cheeks. You were being playful, but also serious with your tone. Ellie could tell. She could always read you, like an open book.

Ellie eagerly nodded, not wanting to infringe on your happiness. Even if she loved you, your feelings always came first. It would be selfish of her to be upset.

So she bit back those feelings, as always, and pushed a reassuring smile on her face. “Yes that’s… it. I promise.” She grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently to try and reassure you.

Your hand squeezed hers back, leaning over from your seat to lean your head against her broad shoulder. The way you comfortably rested your head on Ellie had her breath hitching for a moment, the smell of your perfume filled her nostrils, and the warmth of your hand was so comforting.

“Thank you for looking out for me though, El,” you muttered, nuzzling yourself more into Ellie’s shoulder.

You always enjoyed being close, and physical with Ellie. It was one of your favorite aspects of your friendship. Sometimes you’d wonder why no other person made you feel the way Ellie does. Somehow, you chalked up how you felt for Ellie as nothing more than a friendship. Despite the numerous times you or Ellie had been asked, you’re nothing more than friends.

Feeling you nuzzle more into her shoulder, she peered down, despite you being in a relationship now she couldn’t love you any less. Ellie felt her face grow warm, she knew she was staring but you looked so pretty in the dim light of the car, your hair sprawled on her shoulder and face nuzzled into her shoulder.

Ellie leaned down, inhaling the scent of her hair and pressing a sweet kiss to your head. She didn’t miss the muffled giggle from you, and she smiled, her hand squeezing yours once again. It was a habit of hers.

“Always, pretty.”

V. Smoke It Away —

There were always points in your and Ellie's relationship that crossed the line, many, many times. Even due to just how touchy the two of you were. Always cuddling, holding hands, and hugging. It was things friends did, but it always felt like there was more between you two.

Ellie sighed, her tattooed arm gripping the pillow in frustration. Why did feelings have to be so complicated? Why did she have to be so hopelessly in love with her best friend? These were questions that often crossed her mind, especially now you had a boyfriend named… What was his name again? Derek? Micheal?

Ellie, in all honesty, didn’t care. She would find herself drifting off when you’d bring anything about your boyfriend up. She wanted to be happy for you, and she was; but the more you talked about him and spent time with him the distance grew. Ellie didn’t like that. Distance between the two of you isn’t something she’s used to, so when she saw you texting her less, not replying to her spam of Instagram reels, and just less of you. It made it all worse.

She felt almost hollow, laying on her bed, messy auburn hair sprawled across the pillow. She felt her heart break just like the time in her car when you’d first broken the news. Ellie hadn’t yet noticed her eyes watering, the tears building up and pouring out, dampening her cheeks. She reached up to wipe them, the effort almost pointless with more and more tears breaking the floodgates.

The walls she worked so hard building up came crumbling down, and Ellie let herself finally feel it. Previously, she was forcing herself to not cry. Almost like she wasn’t allowed to feel heartbroken over you being in love with someone else, but was she? It felt selfish in a way, but now you were distancing yourself.

It felt like a punch in the gut, she sobbed harder, nails digging into the sheerness of her pillowcase. She sniffled, finding it harder to breathe because of how hard she was crying. She’d never felt such an overwhelming feeling. She hated it.

Ellie’s love for you was a powerful all-consuming force. It filled her heart to the brim, leaving little room for anyone else. But then the heartbeat and sadness you’d somehow brought into her life hit her like a tidal wave, overpowering everything else she felt. She knew it wasn’t you who was responsible for this pain, but her cowardice for not revealing her feelings to you weighed heavily on her shoulders. She was haunted by the what-ifs and the could-have-beens, wondering if things would have been different if only she had found the courage to speak up.

Maybe you didn’t realize the amount of affection Ellie truly held for you. Ellie knew you were oblivious to her feelings, she always tried to hide them even with how close your relationship was. Boundaries were in place, at least she thought and she’d never tried anything with you or crossed them, because Ellie genuinely loves you.

Ellie sat up from her tear-stained pillow and wiped the remaining tears with her sleeve. “Fuck this… I need to smoke,” she mumbled to herself. Her voice sounded hoarse from her crying. Ellie rubbed at her eyes, the skin puffy and red, and her previous tears also accompanied the congestion in her nose.

Opening the little drawer on the side table, Ellie pulled out her pre-rolls and lighter. She mentally thanked herself for preparing a few for times like these. She brought the end to her lips, flickering the lighter to light the other side. She inhaled it, the smoke filling her lungs, helping numb her emotions.

She breathed out the smoke, the room growing foggy from it. Ellie brought it back to her lips, taking another drag, then another, and another before she dabbled the end of the finished preroll into her star-shaped ashtray.

The weed made her feel giddy and light, but she sat there on her bed, its effects washing over her, and her thoughts turned to you. She felt a longing for you, a sense of comfort and familiarity, as the thought of you was like a warm embrace from home. Her heart ached for you, even after everything Ellie missed your presence in your life.

It didn’t help when she caught eye of the friendship bracelet clad on her wrist, yet another reminder of you. Ellie pitifully frowned, using her free hand not occupied holding the pre-roll, to slide it off her wrist. She meekly clutched it in her hand, tossing it onto her bedside table.

A buzz sounding from her phone tore her from her antics. She hummed and grabbed the device, the screen lighting up with a notification, it was from you.

You: ‘Hey Els, sorry for not replying to these till now. Is it okay if I come over?’

Ellie’s breath hitched reading the message, but without thinking she clicked on it and began to reply. The weed had lowered her inhibitions, making it easier for her to give in to her true feelings. Despite the tears that had streaked her face less than an hour ago, Ellie couldn’t deny seeing you. She found herself missing you more with every passing minute.

Ellie: ‘Yeah, come whenever. See you soon :)’

Ellie let out a soft sigh as she turned her phone off, throwing it on her bed and laying back. She closed her eyes, the silence in her room seemed to echo the hollowness in her chest, and she found herself staring at the ceiling as her thoughts swirled over you. She tried to push the memories of you aside while she waited for you, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, but they stubbornly refused to be silenced.

Her brain or heart was somehow always testing her too long for you, and you finally would see her after a dreadfully long week. It felt incredibly long to her, never going so long without seeing the person who… made her the happiest.

VI. Friends? Or More? —

You almost felt stupid for not listening to Ellie or reaching out about how your stupid boyfriend, just shy of one week, cheated on you by kissing some random girl at a party, you kicked him in the nuts and walked away. Somehow, you did an excellent job of swallowing down the tears in front of everyone and shakily calling your mom to come pick you up.

Your mother answered immediately and was on her way to get you within minutes once you texted her the location. When she arrived, she found you in a state of despair and self-pity. Following the party, you locked yourself away from the world, wallowing in your stupidity and pain of the entire situation.

The universe seemed to taunt you with every attempt you made to move on from Ellie as if it was trying to send you a sign that you should just confess your feelings to her. You had tried to find happiness in your current relationship, and when your boyfriend asked you out, it caught you off guard, but you accepted nonetheless.

You cried over being cheated on but didn’t feel sad over your ex-boyfriend. You were lying in your bed, covers swallowing you up, and self-pity absorbing all your being. Usually, you were a bubbly person, full of energy, and always reaching out to your friends, but not for the past week. You’ve been radio silent, even with Ellie whom you never went thing long without seeing or texting. You pouted to yourself, feeling bad for leaving Ellie in the dark for so long. Lifting out of your cave of blankets, you reached over to your nightstand and texted Ellie asking if you could come over.

When Ellie quickly replied and agreed to meet up, your heart leapt in your chest, almost infusing you with a sudden burst of energy through your veins. You couldn’t wait to see the person you love the most in the world, Ellie. You kept it in the back of your mind as you dressed it had been a foolish decision to try dating a man, and the very thought of romantic interactions made your stomach churn with repugnance. It was never worth accepting his offer, to begin with, then he goes and cheats on you.

The entire situation seemed almost comical as you developed deeper into your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at your attempts to enthusiastically tell Ellie about your relationship. The truth was, your feelings for her had been eating away at you the entire time, plaguing your mind and every thought. You gave a shake of your head in an attempt to dispel the tingling sensation that coursed through your body when you thought about her.

Ellie had always been your closest, dearest friend, and you over time fell in love with her. It was hard not to, she was so kind to you and treated you like a person. She was the most genuine person you’d ever known. You yelled down to your mom you were going to Ellie’s, throwing on a coat in an attempt to keep yourself warm and shielded from the cold and making your way out the front door.

Within seconds, you were over to Ellie’s, her living next door so convenient. You raised your hand, knocking softly but loud enough for Ellie or Joel to hear. It was only seconds after you knocked, the door opened and you saw Joel standing there.

He smiled widely at you, “Hey Kiddo! Been a while seen I’ve seen you, Ellie is in her room. Come in it’s freezing.”

You returned his smile, walking in through the door to escape the cold. Joel closed the door softly behind you. “Yeah, it’s great to see you too! I’m going to go see Ellie,” you replied, a polite smile still etched on your face.

He nodded, walking back to the living room to the sofa. You made your way upstairs, gulping as you made your way up the stairs, your stomach doing somersaults, your right hand clutching the wooden railing. You never felt so nervous to see Ellie, but having to explain… everything and potentially confess to her crossed your mind. So you were in a pickle.

When you reached Ellie’s room, you knocked waiting for her to signal it was okay to proceed inside. “Come in!” She yelled, it was muffled by the door.

You braced yourself before turning the doorknob and entering her room. When you saw her figure, sitting on her bed with her grey sweatshirt, eyes red and blotchy, the room smelly of weed: your heartbeat sped up. You closed the door and quickly made it over to her, taking a seat only inches apart.

“Hey… So I’m sorry about being kind of distant this week,” you muttered, the guilt you felt making it too hard to make eye contact.

Ellie fiddled with her fingers, her leg bouncing with anxiety. “Kind of distant…?” Ellie huffed, not bringing herself to look at you either knowing she’d fold at the sight of you. Her tone came off harsher than she intended. She bit her lip, thoughts going millions a minute after she said that.

You almost felt your mouth go dry, but you understood why you never did this to Ellie, not in all the years you’d known each other. So the guilt continued to reside in your every being, your hands felt clammy as they lay by your side. You bit your lip, shaking your head, “I’m so sorry- Ellie please look at me,” you pleaded, your hand reaching out to grasp hers. “Let me explain.”

Ellie’s hand grabbed yours, squeezing it and finally looking up. Her usually brightly green eyes were duller looking, which made you frown. “I’m sorry for my tone, sweetheart. Didn’t mean it, just grouchy your douchy boyfriend stole you,” she whispered.

You chuckled at the mention, which had Ellie opening her mouth an ‘o’ shape, surprised you didn’t already bite back at her remark about your boyfriend. “Speaking of, he cheated on me, and turns out men aren’t for me. I disappeared because I was wallowing in self-despair,” casually you shrugged it all off as if it weren’t a big deal. Your whole demeanor seemed nonchalant. A smile was tugged stupidly on your face, your hand squeezing Ellie’s back.

Her eyes see red upon hearing the mention of him cheating on such an amazing person like you, but then again… Now you’re single and he’s not in the picture. Relief flooded over her, the weed accompanying that feeling. “Wait… He cheated on you and you don’t like guys?” Her eyebrow quirked, somehow she needed you to confirm it again.

“Yep…” you purr, scooting closer to Ellie, your thighs now touching. “I like someone else.” Your other hand reached over and grasped her face, forcing Ellie to maintain eye contact with you. Your thumb trailed over the numerous freckles littered upon her cheek, a sly grin on your face as you moved your face closer to Ellie’s. “I like you, Ellie.”

Her pink tongue ran over her lips quickly, she blinked a few times, not believing what she was hearing. “W-what…” she uttered, disbelief written on her face. “You- Sweetheart, like me? I must be dreaming, I swear…”

“Nope, you aren’t, Ellie…” you rasped, your thumb tickling her skin. Even with her eyes all red, and her hair thrown in her usual half-up bun, she looked so pretty. Without thinking your lips fell onto hers, only for what felt like seconds before you pulled away. “Fuck- I just confessed and kissed you, El. I’m sorry-”

Your worries were swallowed by Ellie’s lips on yours, she hungrily kissed you again, your lips swallowing the tiny moan she let out. As you kissed her, you could taste a distinct tang of weed on her tongue. Her hand lets go of yours, her fingers gripping your sides. The kiss was wet and intense, fueled by a sense of urgency and longing. Both of you are feeling the weight of the week-long separation.

You pulled back briefly in need of air as you were caught off guard by the kisses. “Ellie, I’ve wanted to ruin our friendship for who knows how long…” you panted, your eyes glued to hers.

She felt jittery, your hand now free from hers, comfortably grasping her side, your hand going up and down her side. It was like the weed heightened everything she was feeling, her pupils were blown out as she took her breaths of air.

She shook her head, tongue once again darting out to wet her lips. “You’ve… wanted to ruin our friendship? God, I’ve wanted to kiss you… I felt like some stupid lesbian yearning over her best friend.” She sighed, shaking her slightly at her obliviousness to your feelings for her.

You giggled, the sound making her smile harder. She missed you… and missed that sound escaping your lips. She wished she could mentally take a picture of you, the way you captivated her was like nothing else. You were like an angel, somehow, that blessed the earth with your beauty and kindness.

“Glad we both feel the same way, now shut up, and kiss me, Els,” you playfully tugged her forward and pressed your lips against hers. The desire, and need for each other are overly apparent.

She nodded her head eagerly into the kiss, her lips eagerly pressing back. Your tongue swiped against her lower lip, the sensation driving her wild. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, you were an entirely new experience for the girl.

An experience like this she’d imagined more times than she could count on her hand, but one that was happening. She still couldn’t believe it.

She opened her mouth, realizing you wanted excess inside. Feeling your tongue against hers made Ellie let out another breathy moan, your tongues messily sliding against one another. You took the opportunity to suck on Ellie’s tongue, the sensation going straight to her core, her grip tightening on your hips.

The grip she held on you only furthered fueled your actions, you went back to greedily kissing her, almost sucking the life out of the poor girl from just kissing.

The pair of you separated, chests rising and falling, small huffs escaping your lips. You and Ellie stared at one another, a stupid grin on both of your faces. Ellie’s once dull eyes were dilated, focused, and glistened with a spark of something else.

“Ellie,” you grinned, “Would you… Are you okay with me going further than just kissing? If not that’s okay… just really want to make you feel good.” Your own eyes twinkled, the same sparkles appearing in Ellie’s like your own.

“Yes… Absolutely. Anything you want I’ll do, just please…” She gripped your hips, the begging having more of an effect on you than you’d think.

“I’m glad you want it just as much as I do. Okay lay back on your bed for me,” you breathed out. She obeyed, immediately getting onto her back as you instructed.

You crawled over to her, your gaze fixed on the sight before you - Ellie lying back, eyes begging for something… anything, her hands pathetically gripping the sides of her bed. It surely was a sight. Her whole demeanor leaked of neediness, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she patiently waited for you. She looked absolutely delicious, ready to be eaten up.

Of course, you were starving for a taste. You tugged at her sweatpants, signaling to her you wanted them off. She nodded eagerly, you discarded the piece of clothing and threw it behind you without a care in the world.

Ellie was sprawled beneath you, her body now clad in only her boxers and a sweatshirt. You wanted to savor this moment, engrave it in your memory, to finally show Ellie how you truly felt for her. You wanted to make her feel so good she’d see stars, the same ones she excitedly points out to you. This was a special moment for you, considering how long you’ve yearned to touch her this way.

You moved to sit between her legs, grabbing at the flesh of her thighs that was decorated with various freckles and moles. The feeling of your hands on her skin made Ellie tremble, her green eyes closed in bliss. Until they fluttered open, her head snapping to look at the unexpected sensation now pressing between her legs.

The sensation was coming from your knee pressed against her clothed pussy, you rubbed it back and forth, your eyes never peeling from Ellie’s face to watch how she’d react. Her mouth dropped open, hands dropping to the sheets to ground herself. You applied a little more pressure, slowly going faster and then slow.

Ellie’s eyes looked glossed over, almost like glass. “Please… do something,” she whined, hips lifting to rub against your thigh herself.

This had you halting her hips immediately, Ellie pouted at the action. If she wanted to do the work, then she could. You backed away, retracting your knee from against her, Ellie’s pout growing wider. The distance you created displeased her, she wanted you as close as possible.

“Ellie, I want you to listen to me and follow my instructions. I want you to straddle my thigh and ride it for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” You batted your eyelashes at her, your lower hand slowly gliding from the lower part of her leg to the inner part of her thigh.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, every touch of your skin against hers sending another wave of warmth over her. She nodded her head, too eager to form words yet. “Yes, I can.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the eagerness and desperation radiating off Ellie. She shifted her body back, no longer laying down, and created space for you to lean back against her pillows. You settled yourself against her many pillows and stuffed animals, spreading your thigh to provide a space for her to sit. Faintly, you tapped your thigh, signaling to her what to do.

Ellie bit her lower lip, teeth nibbling into her soft lips. She crawled over to you, sitting herself comfortably on your thigh. When she finally sat herself down, underwear still on, she felt her face grow hot. “Should I.. uh… keep this on?” Ellie avoided eye contact with you, finding it too embarrassing due to the position and how new this all was.

This was not something you would let slide, not for a minute. You grasped under her chin, lifting her forest green eyes to meet yours. You clicked your tongue, shaking your head. “Ellie, I never said to take them off, did I?” You pressed her, leaning forward to tug at her sweatshirt. “This though? Off.”

Ellie listened, taking the hoodie off and throwing it into the abyss of her room. She looked at you again, waiting for further instructions.

“Waiting for more instructions from me? Good girl, Els.”

The nickname sounding velvety off your tongue, Ellie subconsciously moved against your thigh, the rough material of your pants making the perfect friction for her pussy. She moaned, a breathy whiny moan slivering out of her pretty lips, her hands desperately gripping your shoulders, dull nails leaving crescent patterns in their wake from how hard she was digging.

She moved her hips back and forth, wanting—no—needing more friction. “Yes, please let me keep going,” she whined, eyes skewing shut, and holding onto you for dear life.

“I’m not stopping you,” you leaned closer, your lips mere inches from her ear, “Make yourself feel good.” Before pulling away you pressed a kiss to the shell of it, the action making Ellie’s breath hitch.

Ellie frantically began moving her hips, her underwear growing damper, the friction gliding perfectly with her clit. She snapped her head back, her boobs moving with the frequency of her hips. Your hand moved forward, grabbing at her breasts, your lips sucking at her nipples. You nibbled and sucked, leaving marks on the flesh—to claim her as yours.

Ellie sighed, loving the harsh love bites you were littering across her chest. Ellie moved one hand to grip your waist, the other steadied on your shoulder. She tried moving faster, the friction from her underwear no longer enough for her. She needed more.

“This not enough for you?” You quipped, noticing her once fast movements suddenly slowing little by little.

Ellie pathetically shook her head, her voice trembling as she spoke, her face begging for more. “No, I need more. Please… Can you touch me without these on? Can’t feel anything…”

You pretended to debate and think about your answer but nodded. “Yes, lay down,” you instructed. You massaged her sides, fingertips dipping her sides playfully as she scooted off you. Her legs were shaky, making you laugh.

Ellie slid off next to you, rolling her eyes at you laughing at her. The sensations flowing through her body and straight to her core were the cause of no one other than… you. Without a word, she removed the last layer of clothing still clad to her body. Her underwear.

She shimmed them off, leaving her fully bare and exposed, her wet pussy now on full display for you to see. Your mouth began salivating at the sight, her pussy already so sensitive and puffy from just dry humping. You returned to your original position, Ellie lying down, you hovering over her, in between her thighs.

Your hands pressed firmly, grabbing at the fat of her thigh, your dainty nails ever so gently scraping the surface of her delicate skin. Your face inched closer to her core, and you pressed a gentle kiss along her thighs, making your way close to where she wanted. In your wake, you left more love bites, and little bruises making sure to leave as many as you could.

You craved to express your devotion and admiration for Ellie in the most profound way possible, and this was your way of doing so. As you worship her body, taking the time to adore and cherish every part of her body, every little nook and cranny. Finally, you pressed a tender kiss to her clit, Ellie’s hand flying instinctively to grip a fistful of your hair. She let out a groan, one deep within her throat, too overwhelmed by the sensation and her pussy pulsing for attention.

With your tongue, you licked from her clit and down and greedily sucked away at the wetness. The taste of her was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before, as you slurped away at her juices, Ellie tried to squeeze her legs shut, the sensations from your tongue almost too much for her. Your grip tightened on her legs, refraining her legs from closing around your head.

“My god, El… You taste amazing,” you groaned into her heat, the vibration adding an extra layer of sensitivity to the mix.

“Please! I am so close… Oh fuck-” Ellie shuddered, her mouth agape and tiny whines leaving, hips moving against your mouth desperately. Her forehead crinkled, sweat drops forming as she got closer and closer to her sweet release.

Her stomach was twisting in knots, your tongue relentless and not stopping as you sucked on her clit like it was your favorite piece of candy. Ellie’s wetness was leaking out from her hole; to help further push her over the edge, you pushed two of your fingers inside. An obscene wet sound came from it, just showcasing how wet Ellie was. You pumped your digits a few times, Ellie’s hold tightening even more.

The coil within her stomach snapped when she felt you curl and pump your fingers in, then out. Alongside the nonstop stimulation of your tongue working itself to get a drop out of her. Ellie whined, riding out her release on your face, your slender fingers still curled inside before slipping them out. You eased them out with a squelch, dragging them up to swipe through Ellie’s folds.

Lazily, you cleaned up her, not wasting a single drop of her orgasm. Your tongue lapping up her juices as if your life depended on it. Her grip loosened on your hair, Ellie’s chest rising and falling, trying to recover from her high. You sweetly kissed Ellie’s clit one more time, pulling away and kissing up her stomach.

“How did that feel?” You glanced at her, noticing her body trembling from the release. “I hope it felt okay, and… I really do mean what I said, Els.”

She lifted her head, eyes still shut, but snapping open when she heard you say those words. “I know, and it felt amazing… Are you kidding?” Ellie chuckled, a dazed smile on her lips. “I meant what I said too.”

You felt yourself instantly melt hearing her say that, you laid your head on her stomach, finding comfort in listening to Ellie’s breathing. You peered at her from that position, heart racing a million miles a minute. “I love you, Ellie. I’m in love with you.”

She grinned harder, her hand reaching to smooth out some loose hairs at the top of your head. “And, I’m in love with you. You’re truly my dearest friend.”

“Friend? You know we’re more than that now… Way past being just friends, Ellie,” you snorted. You leaned up to kiss her on the lips, pecking them softly, before pulling away to rest your head against her chest.

Your eyes trailed off to the side, catching sight of the charmed matching bracelet you and Ellie shared, promising to never take it off, you clicked your tongue and narrowed your eyes teasingly. “Really, El? Took off the bracelet?”

She snapped out of her blissful trance, cheeks warming that you’d noticed. She’d completely forgotten she took off the bracelet in the mess of her feelings. You’re an observant person, so of course, you’d pick up on something like that. “Fuck, sweetheart. Smoked a little and got too… into my feelings.”

You reached over, and with little effort grabbed the bracelet. Guilt twanging your heart for making Ellie so upset, you sat up again, grasping Ellie’s wrist delicately, and sliding the bracelet back on. “Not a big deal, now, never take it off,” you pouted. Fingers tapping her wrist, dancing over the smooth surface.

Ellie’s lips curled into a small grin, hands enveloping around your waist, tugging you so you were on top of her. “Never,” she whispered, voice oh, so promising, squeezing your hips in reassurance.

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genre: fluff, smut featuring: all of enhypen (except ni-ki) summary: you and Jungwon share a passionate, daring encounter, driven by the risk of being caught. warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!) most defintely forgot something pairing: fwb!jungwon x fem!reader wc: 3.8k a/n: DAY 6!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The sweet, nostalgic scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafts through your house as you dart from one corner to the other, making sure everything is perfect. Twinkling fairy lights drape over the windows, and the warm glow of candles reflects off the shiny ornaments on the tree. You've spent all week preparing for this party. Every detail has been planned, from the hand-labeled stockings on the mantle for each guest to the playlist of upbeat Christmas classics that you've carefully curated to keep the energy alive.

This wasn’t just any holiday party; it was the holiday party, and your nerves buzzed with excitement and something else you didn’t want to admit. Jungwon would be here.

As you adjusted the plates of cookies and appetizers on the table for the third time, you caught yourself glancing at the clock. The time ticked closer to the arrival of your guests, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest. You and Jungwon had been toeing the line between friendship and something more for weeks now. Late-night texts, stolen glances, and lingering touches had become your norm. Yet, you hadn’t told anyone—not even his closest friends. Tonight would be a challenge, especially since it meant keeping your cool with all of them in one place.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts. You smoothed down your sweater and hurried to the door.

“Hey!” Heeseung’s familiar grin greeted you as he held up a grocery bag filled with snacks. “Hope you don’t mind. We raided a convenience store on the way over.”

“Not at all,” you said, stepping aside to let him in. Behind him, Jake and Sunoo juggled trays of food, while Jay struggled with a box that looked suspiciously like it held board games.

“This is great!” Sunoo exclaimed, stepping into the living room and immediately pulling out his phone to snap pictures of the decorations. “You really went all out!”

“Yeah, it’s like something out of a Pinterest board,” Jay added, dropping his box onto the coffee table. “How long did this take you?”

“Let’s just say I’ve been busy,” you replied, laughing nervously as you moved to help Jake unload a tray of homemade brownies.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked, realizing you hadn’t seen him yet.

“Still outside,” Jake said, nodding toward the door. “He’s taking his sweet time analyzing your wreath. I think he’s trying to figure out if it’s real.”

You rolled your eyes, but sure enough, Sunghoon strolled in a moment later, his sharp features scrunched in concentration. “It’s fake, right?” he asked, pointing to the wreath.

“It’s real, actually,” you said, closing the door behind him.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Huh. Impressive.”

Before you could respond, the sound of another car pulling up caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat as you peeked out the window. Sure enough, it was Jungwon. He got out of the car, pulling a bag from the passenger seat, his casual outfit of a knit sweater and jeans making him look effortlessly put together.

When he stepped inside, his eyes immediately found yours. He gave you a small smile that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “Need help with anything?”

You shook your head quickly, trying not to let your face betray how flustered you felt. “No, I’m good. Just… make yourself at home.”

His gaze lingered for a second longer before he nodded and joined the others in the living room.

The evening kicked off with ease. The house was alive with laughter and the hum of conversation as everyone settled in. Jake and Sunghoon were quick to commandeer the console for a heated game of Mario Kart, their shouts of victory and defeat echoing through the room. Meanwhile, Heeseung and Jay argued over which playlist to switch to next, both stubbornly insisting their music taste was superior.

Sunoo was busy taking selfies and documenting every angle of the decorations, marveling at the effort you’d put into making the house look festive.

“Seriously,” he said, holding up his phone to show you one of his photos. “This is so aesthetic. I’m tagging you in this!”

“Thanks, Sunoo,” you replied with a laugh, but your attention kept drifting back to Jungwon.

He was sitting on the couch, chatting with Heeseung, but every now and then, you caught his gaze flickering toward you. Each time, your heart would do that annoying little flutter, and you’d have to look away quickly before anyone noticed.

But you weren’t the only one sneaking glances. As you carried a tray of drinks to the coffee table, you felt Jungwon’s eyes on you. It was subtle—just a split second too long—but enough to make your cheeks flush.

“Everything okay?” Jake asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as he reached for a drink.

“Yeah, of course,” you said quickly, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt.

As the evening wore on, the house grew warmer with the energy of the group. Sunoo’s playlist had transitioned into a mix of Christmas pop songs, and Jay had broken out a stack of board games. Everyone was laughing, debating rules, and throwing playful insults across the room.

But no matter how lively the atmosphere was, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Jungwon’s presence. It wasn’t just that he was there—it was the way your body seemed hyper-aware of his every move, his every glance. And, judging by the way his gaze lingered when he thought no one was watching, he felt it too.

Little did you know, your not-so-subtle staring wasn’t going unnoticed. It wasn’t long before your subtle (or maybe not-so-subtle) glances started to catch up with you. The evening was in full swing, the hum of laughter and conversation filling the room as the group dove into yet another round of heated Mario Kart matches. Jungwon had been sitting on the edge of the couch, his posture relaxed but his gaze focused—not on the screen, but on you.

By the time the game ended, you excused yourself to the kitchen to refill the punch bowl, using the task as a chance to cool down your racing thoughts. You poured the cranberry mixture carefully, letting the sweet, tart scent fill the air.

“Staring is rude, you know,” a familiar voice teased from behind you, nearly making you drop the pitcher.

You turned quickly, meeting Jungwon’s amused expression as he leaned casually against the counter. His arms were crossed, and the corners of his lips were tugged into a smirk that only he could pull off.

“I wasn’t staring,” you replied, trying—and failing—to sound indifferent.

“Oh?” He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then what would you call it?”

“Observing,” you said, clutching the pitcher as if it would shield you from the heat crawling up your neck.

“Observing?” he repeated, his voice soft but laced with amusement. He took a slow step closer, his presence suddenly making the kitchen feel much smaller. “You’ve been ‘observing’ me all night, then.”

Your mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out. Instead, you crossed your arms and met his gaze, determined not to let him get the upper hand. “You’ve been staring too,” you countered, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “Maybe I have.” His tone dropped slightly, the teasing edge giving way to something warmer, more genuine. “It’s hard not to when you look so…”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish. “So what?”

“Distracting,” he said simply, his eyes never leaving yours.

The word hung in the air between you, heavy with implications that neither of you dared to address. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in this tiny kitchen.

Before either of you could say something you couldn’t take back, the sound of footsteps approaching snapped you out of it.

“There you are!” Sunoo’s cheerful voice rang out as he appeared in the doorway. “What are you two doing in here?”

“Refilling the punch,” you said quickly, stepping back and turning your attention to the bowl.

Sunoo’s eyes darted between the two of you, his brow furrowing slightly before he broke into a grin. “Well, you’re needed in the living room. Heeseung says it’s karaoke time, and we’re all doing duets.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you, his expression shifting back to its usual calm demeanor. “Guess we’re up.”

When you walked into the living room, the energy was buzzing. Heeseung was already at the microphone, belting out an exaggerated rendition of "All I Want for Christmas Is You" while the others clapped and laughed along.

“Perfect timing!” Heeseung exclaimed when he spotted you. “You two are up next.”

“What?” you said, glancing at the screen where the list of queued songs was displayed. Your stomach flipped when you saw the title of the next track. It was that song—the one you and Jungwon had claimed as yours during one of your late-night hangouts. The one you’d sung to each other under your breaths, just the two of you.

Jungwon froze for a moment, his expression betraying a flicker of recognition before he masked it with his usual calm. He reached for one of the microphones and handed the other to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly.

“Guess we don’t have a choice,” he said, his voice steady but his gaze lingering on you.

The opening chords of the song played, and the room quieted as everyone turned their attention to you. You felt your palms grow clammy as you clutched the microphone, but when Jungwon started singing, your nerves eased—just a little.

His voice was smooth and rich, carrying the melody effortlessly. It was unfair how good he was at this. When it was your turn to join in, you took a deep breath and began to sing. The words felt heavier than usual, filled with meanings you couldn’t voice but couldn’t ignore either.

As the song progressed, the rest of the room faded away. Jungwon stepped closer, his eyes locked on yours, and it was like you were the only two people there. The harmonies wove together naturally, each note drawing you closer.

By the time the final chorus came around, you were barely aware of the others watching. The lyrics felt personal, like a confession disguised in melody, and Jungwon’s voice seemed to carry the same weight.

When the song ended, the room erupted into applause, pulling you back to reality.

“That was intense,” Jay said, his tone teasing but his expression curious.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon added, leaning back on the couch with a smirk. “Almost too intense. Anything you two want to share?”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “We’re just good at singing together, that’s all.”

Jungwon didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze on you as Heeseung jumped in to change the subject, suggesting the next duet pair.

By the time the night began winding down, the house was a scene of happy chaos. Crumpled wrapping paper littered the floor, stray glasses and plates sat on every available surface, and the once-neat tray of cookies had been reduced to a few scattered crumbs. The energy had mellowed, and one by one, the boys began to retreat upstairs to the guest rooms, their voices and footsteps echoing faintly as they disappeared.

“Thanks for hosting,” Heeseung said, clapping you on the shoulder as he passed by. “This was perfect.”

“Yeah, your parties are always the best,” Jake added, stifling a yawn.

“Goodnight!” Sunoo called from the stairs, waving enthusiastically.

Soon, it was just Jungwon and you left in the living room. You glanced around at the mess and sighed. “Well, that’s what happens when you invite six guys over.”

Jungwon chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the back of the couch. “At least they had fun. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Easy for you to say,” you teased. “You’re not the one stuck cleaning up.”

“Oh, I think I am.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “We both lost rock-paper-scissors, remember?”

You groaned at the reminder, but deep down, you weren’t upset. Being alone with Jungwon, even if it meant cleaning up the aftermath of a Christmas party, wasn’t exactly a punishment.

You got to work, the silence between you broken only by the occasional clink of glasses and the rustle of trash bags. Jungwon started gathering the discarded wrapping paper, folding what could be reused and tossing the rest. You collected the empty cups and plates, stacking them precariously as you made trips to the kitchen.

“So,” he said after a while, his voice breaking the quiet. “You really went all out for this.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him holding up a stocking you’d hand-labeled for each of them.

“I wanted it to feel special,” you admitted, shrugging. “Christmas is my favorite, and I guess I just wanted everyone to have a good time.”

“You definitely succeeded,” he said, his tone softer now. “It’s the little things, you know? You’re good at that—paying attention to details.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. You tried to brush it off, focusing on rinsing plates in the sink. “Well, I’m glad you noticed.”

“Oh, I notice a lot of things,” he said, his voice closer now.

You turned, finding him standing a few feet away, his gaze steady.

“Like what?” you asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

His lips quirked into a small smile as he took a step closer. “Like how you’ve been avoiding looking at me all night.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you protested weakly, even though it was a blatant lie.

He raised an eyebrow. “Right. And earlier, in the kitchen? That wasn’t you avoiding me either?”

You felt heat creep up your neck, and you tried to focus on drying a plate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jungwon didn’t reply right away. Instead, he closed the remaining distance between you, his presence warm and steady. He reached out, gently taking the plate and towel from your hands and setting them on the counter.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. His gaze held yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

“Jungwon…” you started, but whatever you were going to say disappeared as he leaned in.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if he were testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, it deepened, his hands finding your waist as yours instinctively rested on his shoulders. The warmth of his lips, the faint scent of his cologne, the way he tilted his head slightly to fit against you perfectly—it was all intoxicating.

The kiss broke only when you both needed air, and even then, he didn’t pull far away. His forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and unsteady, against your skin.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A laugh bubbled out of you, shaky but genuine. “Me too.”

Jungwon leaned back in, his lips finding mine with renewed intensity. The sound of his lips against you is soft but unmistakable, a wet, rhythmic hum that makes your thighs quiver. Jungwon’s hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as his tongue swirls and dips, teasing every sensitive inch of you. Your breath hitches, sharp and shallow, as you fight to keep quiet, knowing full well that the others are upstairs.

God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight. The thought flits through your mind, unbidden, as Jungwon moans softly into you, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine. His tongue flicks over just the right spot, and you bite down hard on your lip to stifle the cry threatening to escape.

“Jungwon,” you whisper again, your voice trembling with urgency. “Someone… someone could walk in.”

He pulls back slightly, his lips glistening as he looks up at you, his brown eyes dark and smoldering. “So?” he murmurs, his tone low and daring. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, mischief dancing across his features. “Let them catch us.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but the heat pooling low in your belly only intensifies. He leans forward again, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, his fingers digging into your skin as if to say, You’re mine right now, and I don’t care who sees.

Before you can protest further, Jungwon stands abruptly, his height towering over you as he cups your face in his hands. His breath is warm against your lips as he whispers, “Take it all off. Everything.”

Your eyes widen, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure he must hear it. “What?” you breathe, barely audible.

His hands slide down your shoulders, fingertips grazing the fabric of your top before slipping beneath it to trace the curve of your waist. “I said,” he repeats, his voice dropping even lower, “take it all off. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

The air between you feels charged, electric, as his words sink in. Part of you wants to resist, to laugh it off and pull away, but another part—deeper, more primal—thrums with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, you reach for the hem of your top, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air hits your skin, raising goosebumps as you stand before him, exposed and vulnerable.

Jungwon’s gaze rakes over you, hunger etched into every line of his face. His hand moves to your skirt, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor in a pooled heap. Now, there’s nothing left but your bra and panties, both of which feel like far too much coverage under his intense stare.

“All of it,” he insists, his voice rough with desire.

Your fingers tremble as you reach behind your back to unhook your bra, the fabric sliding down your arms and joining the growing pile of discarded clothes. Jungwon watches intently, his breathing uneven as his hands land on your hips once more, guiding you backward until the edge of the counter digs into your lower back.

When you hesitate at your last remaining piece of clothing, Jungwon doesn’t wait. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down slowly, deliberately, until they pool at your feet. You step out of them, your face burning as you stand completely bare before him, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle with heat.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with admiration.

But then his expression shifts, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he steps back slightly, giving you space. “Now,” he says, his tone laced with challenge, “let’s see how long we can keep this going before someone walks in.”

The audacity of his suggestion leaves you momentarily speechless, but the thrill of it sends a jolt of excitement through you. Jungwon reaches for the button of his jeans, his movements slow and deliberate as he undoes them, pushing them down along with his boxers until he’s just as exposed as you are. His arousal is impossible to ignore, standing proud and demanding attention.

You swallow hard, your pulse racing as he steps closer, his chest brushing against yours. His hands cradle your face again, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Tell me you want this,” he breathes, his voice barely audible.

And though your mind screams warnings about the others, about the risk of being caught, your body betrays you, leaning into him instinctively. “I want this,” you admit, the words spilling out in a rush.

That’s all the confirmation he needs. Jungwon crashes his lips against yours, the kiss deep and consuming, all hesitation melting away as his hands roam your body, exploring every dip and curve. When he lifts you onto the counter, the surface cool against your heated skin, you wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer.

The first press of him against you steals your breath, a gasp escaping your lips as he slides inside, filling you completely. Jungwon groans, his forehead resting against yours as he stills for a moment, savoring the sensation. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he begins to move, each stroke drawing a quiet whimper from your throat.

“Quiet,” he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “Unless you want them to hear.”

You bite your lip hard, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. The risk of being caught only heightens the intensity, every sound beyond the room—the creak of footsteps, the murmur of voices—sending a jolt of adrenaline through you.

Jungwon’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, as his hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you anchored to him. His name spills from your lips in a broken whisper, and he catches it with his mouth, swallowing the sound as his own breathing grows erratic.

“They could walk in any second,” he rasps, his voice strained with effort. “Imagine how it’d feel—knowing they’re watching.”

The image flashes in your mind, vivid and forbidden, and it’s enough to push you over the edge. Your entire body tenses as the wave of pleasure crashes over you, a muffled cry escaping your lips despite your best efforts to stay silent. Jungwon follows moments later, his release shuddering through him as he buries himself deep inside you, his hands clutching you desperately as if afraid you might disappear.

For a moment, there’s only silence, broken by the sound of your labored breathing and the distant hum of the party continuing elsewhere in the house. Jungwon rests his forehead against yours, his eyes heavy-lidded but gleaming with satisfaction.

“Told you…” he murmurs, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “...it’d be worth it.”

But before you can respond, the door creaks open slightly, and both of you freeze.

“Hey, have you guys seen—” Jay’s voice cuts off abruptly as he steps into the room, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene before him.

Jungwon doesn’t miss a beat, his smirk widening as he glances over his shoulder. “Close the door on your way out,” he says casually, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

Jay stares for a moment longer, his face reddening as he mutters something unintelligible under his breath before hastily retreating, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Jungwon turns back to you, his grin turning devilish. “Guess we’ve got some explaining to do,” he says, his voice light and teasing, though his hands still cling to you tightly, unwilling to let go just yet.

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avianyuh · 2 days ago

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Beautiful | Yuta Nakamoto

Summary: How do you avoid your boyfriend when you're having one of those "ugly" days?

word count: 1k

It was just one of those days. To put it blatantly, you were feeling ‘ugly’. Normally, on days like this you wouldn’t leave the house. Stay inside, wear one of your baggiest t-shirts and watch TV. Normally by the next morning you’d be feeling a lot better mentally and you’d resume life. Problem is, now you have a boyfriend. So it’s becoming increasingly harder to get in that alone time, especially on your ‘ugly’ days.

This particular morning, after standing in front of the mirror for 10 minutes, staring at your reflection, squishing your face, rustling your hands through your hair, to no avail, your appearance wasn’t getting more attractive with each attempt to “depuff” your face and eyes or “volumize” your lifeless hair that seemed to look dull regardless of how many times you brushed through it. You felt like you had a weight in your stomach, seemingly feeling bloated all over your body. You didn’t want to be seen. All you wanted to do was cancel your plans and go back to bed and sleep an extra hour or two.

But before you could do that you had to cancel your date with Yuta. Upon dialing his number, he picked up on the second ring. “Baby? Everything okay, I’m heading to your place in a few minutes.” You felt your heart rate increase as you started to feel guilty. You knew this was his one free week this month, normally he’s so busy, but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun in your current state, especially with how sluggish you felt mentally.

“Uh, Yuta I’m sorry this is so last minute but I woke up this morning and I didn’t feel good…Maybe you should keep your distance from me until I feel better.” It was a half truth. You weren’t necessarily sick, but you also didn’t feel your best.

“What’s wrong? Is your throat sore? Is it your stomach?”, he grilled you for answers, his voice laced with concern for your well being evident. You raked your brain for a believable answer, you really did hate lying but you felt that if you told the truth he would find your reason stupid. You also didn’t want your very attractive boyfriend to see you in your not so attractive state.

“A little of everything…”you murmured, trying to sound sick. The line was silent for a few seconds before he responded.

“Yeah, I think I’ll drop by anyways just to check up on you.” Your eyes went wide as you started to plead with him.

“No,no, Yuta please I’m okay, I just really don’t want you to get sick.” Again, the line went silent for a few seconds before he started to speak again.

“If you insist,” he sighed. “I love you” he said as he told you he’d check in later in the day. You threw the phone down on your bed as you let out a shaky breath, thanking the universe for letting that go relatively well. You proceeded with your routine as normal. Big t-shirt, parked on the couch and ready to watch TV. A few hours into your day of hiding, you heard a knock at the door. Now considering you had placed a takeout order, you assumed that was who was standing outside. But to your surprise upon opening the door, you were not met with the delivery driver, but your boyfriend.

He stood there with a big smile, as you gasped. “Y/N, I know you said I shouldn’t come over but you really got me worried. I just had to make sure you were okay.” Yuta explained as he stepped inside and pulled you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead before placing the back of his hand on the side of your cheek. “Hm.” He hummed as he performed the same action on your other cheek. ‘You don’t feel warm, so I guess that’s a good sign.” He grabbed your hand as he led you back to the couch. He covered you back in your blanket you had tossed to the other end when you got up to answer the door. “Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as he sat next to you. He was as close to you as he possibly could be, which you found amusing considering he was under the impression that you were sick, yet he didn’t seem to care about his own health at all. He was just so focused on getting all of the facts from you.

“I ordered some food, that’s who I thought was at the door.” You answered.

“That’s good, that means you have an appetite.” He nodded approvingly. “So what is it then that’s bothering you? Do we have to go to the doctors?” His eyes stared into your own with so much intensity and concern. You felt like you could crack at any moment as the guilt started to creep in for lying to him. You let out a frustrated sigh as you shook your head no.

“Yuta I’m fine. I think I’m just having an off day.” He caressed your cheek with one hand as he moved you in closer with the other.

“Was that it all along? So you’re not sick?” He smiled as you hid your face in his shoulder.

“Sometimes I feel kinda bad about myself and I really wasn’t feeling confident enough to see you today. I feel sort of…ugly?” You explained, face still buried in his shoulder so your explanation came out kind of muffled. Yuta lifted your head up so you were looking at him.

“How could you ever be ugly? You’re gorgeous.” He whispered as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were gentle against your lips. Slowly, he started to trail his kisses down your chin, then even further down to your neck. Suddenly, all of those doubts, all of those negative feelings you woke up with, were beginning to fade as his kisses traveled further and further down your body. HIs hands intertwined with yours. You had never felt so beautiful.

{A/N: Basically, when I have writer's block, the only man who can get me out of my procrastination is Yuta. Been loyal to that BEAUTIFUL man since 2018 lmao. I know I've been writing a lot of BTS and SVT stories lately and I've been having a lot of fun (thank you for all of the engagement, you guys really now how to make a girl feel special💓) But the only person I really want to write for in NCT is Yuta and occasionally Jaehyun at this point. Considering the past year, I have trust issues with NCT. But in February, expect more BTS, SVT and idk maybe another group. As always mwahhhh💋}

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mimiiiiiiiiisstuff · 2 hours ago

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"Mad Woman"

ok yall im out of school now! this was rushed so don't judge, when i write i just pour out whatever's in my head, that's why it's almost always rushed. i feel like if i don't write it, it'll disappeare! also to everyone hating in my asks, NO ONE IS FORCING YOU TO READ MY WORK!!!! hating does nothing but discourage me and lower my already non-existent confidence in my writing. pls leave me alone, if you don't have anything nice to say; don't say anything. i LOVE all my positive asks and comments, they make my day. don't ruin it for me.

Six months, that's how long it's been since Bruce exiled you to New York and left you alone once again. It's been 387 days since Tiffany Maverick pulled the rug from beneath your feet and ensnared your family in her web of lies and manipulation. For six months, your family ignored you, only Alfred sending you the occasional care package which you promptly threw in the garbage.

You wish Tiffany and Damian were as content with ignoring you as the rest of the family but unfortunately, they went out of their way to rub their closeness in your face by sending you pictures of family movie night, family game night, and the family attending their school events. It made you angry at first, before you saw how funny it was. A family of billionaires, a family of detectives, a family of vigilantes, sitting next to a spy; obliviously feeding her insider information. The Batman, sitting grinning ear to ear next to a girl who could be his downfall.

Surprisingly, boarding school was amazing. The boys were hot, though most arrogant and dumb, they were all loaded and into you. The girls idolized you from the moment you walked in, your word was law around here and the power felt amazing. You decided what was in and out, who was hot and who was not; a huge difference and change of pace from the years of bullying and ridicule at Gotham Prep.

The charm came with your new abilities, most likely. Sure, the first two months were fucking painful and exposed you to pain you didn't think was possible but it was a small price to pay. It was nothing for the power of being able to charm and flirt your way out of just about anything, being able to eject venom with the slightest trace of your fresh set of acrylics, being able to literally bite people with your fangs and have them enjoy it, sensing heat signatures and feeling emotions and eyes on you, having the ability to give literal bone-crushing hugs, and so many things you haven't even discovered.

Not to mention your random overnight makeover! Suddenly, your figure was to die for, perfect in all senses of the word. Your skin gleamed and shimmered in the light, long shed away were all the blemishes and scars. Your hair always shiny and your teeth always pearly white, albeit a bit sharp. You're the image of beauty.

Who cares about the price when the product was this good anyway?

Who needed familial love when everyone here worshipped you? That new view and utter hatred for the family is what convinced you to accept Ariele, your boarding school bff and roomie,'s offer to spend summer break with her family in the south of france. Of course, you wanted to go back to manor for a week before meeting her there. Alfred asked you to come and though you were angry at him, you missed the old man. You swore to yourself that you'd only stay the night, catch up with Alfred, and ignore your 'family' then promptly spend the summer half naked, tanning on a super yacht with your girls.

Little did you know that you'd never make it to france, in fact, you wouldn't even make it out the manor now that Tim discovered the truth and told the rest of the family.

Tim Drake noticed things. Small things. Minute details that other people might overlook. That's how he found the truth.

It started with the cooking. Tiffany had casually mentioned one evening that she’d found some old recipes in the manor’s archives, recipes that you had once written down, hoping to impress Damian with Arabic dinners and desserts. Tiffany had barely glanced at the handwritten notes before she had offered to make dinner that night—a perfect replica of your signature stuffed cabbage leaves, Malfoof, as you called it.

Tim had been there when it happened. He’d recognized it immediately. The dish was one of your favorites, one you had made for family dinners. It was too familiar, too precise for Tiffany, it lacked the usual love and effort.

Then came the awards. It was subtle at first, too. Tiffany casually dropping that she had “entered a local baking competition” and how much fun it had been to win. Tim had known that you had been the one to actually win that competition the year before, he remembered rolling his eyes as you foolishly tried to impress him. But when he checked the award Tiffany had won? It looked eerily similar to the one that you had earned. Tiffany didn’t even bother hiding her gloating as she showed it off, calling it “another step toward making Gotham proud.”

Tim’s stomach churned. It wasn’t a coincidence. Tiffany was stealing your life and he was the only one that saw it. Who knows what else she was stealing.

The pieces clicked into place when he found the old photo albums. Tiffany had been snooping around the library one afternoon, pulling out albums that had been tucked away in the back, ones that hadn’t been touched in years. They were full of memories of your achievements, pictures of family vacations, awards won for charity work and academic excellence. Baby photo's, old camera's, journals, even old clothes.It wasn’t just admiration. It was an obsession.

He saw her dig through and read every one of your old entries, saw her stare at pictures and attempt to manuever her body how you stood, but what really creeped him out was when she started tracing over your handwriting.

Tim couldn’t let it go. This was insane. It was almost as if Tiffany wanted to wear your skin.

It wasn’t that he wanted to make Tiffany an enemy or villainize her, quite the opposite actually, he'd been ignoring her strange behavior and smell for a year now because of how fond he was of her. But this? This was crossing a line. She wasn’t just trying to fit in anymore, this was dangerous.

He now suspected there was more to Tiffany than just her obsession with your life and after putting the pieces together, it was becoming clear: Tiffany was playing a much deeper game. She wasn’t just trying to steal your identity, she was stealing information, too.

Tim’s investigative skills had been honed through years of being the tech guy of the Batfamily, and when something felt off, he didn’t ignore it. Not anymore, he started tracking small anomalies—times when Tiffany’s presence seemed too convenient, moments when crucial data about Gotham’s underworld went missing from the Batcomputer, or when confidential mission details were leaked through channels Tim knew the Batfamily didn’t use. Times when the Joker seemed to know the family's course of action and times when villains knew Duke's plans.

That’s when it clicked.

Tiffany wasn’t just trying to fit in with the family. She was spying. Her affections with the family were a cover for something darker. She had been gathering intelligence for a shadowy organization, feeding them vital information about their operations. This was bigger than him—this was a full-blown infiltration. Tiffany was working for someone else, someone dangerous.

Tiffany’s betrayal ran deep, and her spying wasn’t just about information anymore; it was personal. She had been stealing pieces of your life, your successes, your talents , your family. She had slowly taken everything that you had worked for and twisted it into her own false narrative. It was sickening.

Tim couldn’t stand it anymore. He had dug through encrypted files, tracked hidden transmissions, and pieced together cryptic conversations. Tiffany wasn’t just trying to steal your identity for the sake of becoming the perfect family member. No. She was mimicking your cooking and baking skills, down to the awards she had won for those very talents. She had been trying to erase you and replace you with a manufactured version of herself.

It was almost too much for Tim to handle. But there was something even worse lurking beneath the surface: the deeper he dug, the more it became clear that Tiffany wasn’t just feeding information to criminals. She had been feeding off your spirit, your presence and she had nearly replaced you entirely.

Now he just needed to tell the other.

The tension in the Batcave could be cut with a knife as Tim stood before Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cass, Steph, Barbara, and Alfred, ready to show them what he had discovered.

“I’ve been tracking Tiffany’s movements for the last few days,” Tim began, his voice low but sharp. “And I found something that’s... unsettling.”

Bruce, who had been scanning a mission report, looked up with interest. Dick turned to Tim, a puzzled expression on his face. Alfred stepped forward, his usual composed demeanor now replaced with a rare concern. Even Damian looked confused.

“What did you find, Master Tim?” Alfred asked, his tone calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes.

Tim didn’t hesitate. He clicked a button on the computer, and the large screen behind him flickered to life. A series of encrypted files appeared—mission logs, surveillance footage, and even intercepted communications. The Batcave was suffocating in its silence as Tim presented the evidence to Bruce, Dick, Jason, Alfred, and the others. His fingers flew over the keyboard, and every new image, every new file, felt like a punch in the gut.

There was a long silence as everyone processed the information. Bruce’s usual stoic expression faltered for a moment, and Dick clenched his fists. The weight of the revelation was hitting hard, but it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt. It was that someone in their midst had been pulling the strings behind their backs for a year.

The data was damning. It was all there, proof that Tiffany had been copying your recipes, your designs, your machines, even stealing the culinary awards that you had earned over the years. And on top of that, she had been siphoning critical Batfamily intel to an unknown organisation. The information was so sensitive, it could have jeopardized every single one of them.

“Do you see it now?” Tim’s voice was quieter, but his anger was unmistakable. He flicked the last file onto the screen. Tiffany’s false accomplishments, stolen directly from you. The stolen recipes. The mission intel sent out from the Batcomputer under her watch. “All of us have been blind to it.”

“About a month ago,” Tim said, “I found an odd encryption pattern in the Batcomputer—something I’ve never seen before. When I decrypted it, I found a set of mission details. Ones that shouldn’t have left the system. I traced the origin back to Tiffany.”

Alfred's face tightened as he took in the footage on the screen. It was a recording of Tiffany accessing classified Batfamily data, tapping into their most sensitive files.

“She’s been stealing information,” Tim continued, his voice gaining intensity. “Every single time she’s interacted with the Batcomputer, she’s been sending that data out to an unknown address. I can't track where it's coming from, it's too advanced; even for me.

“Impossible,” Bruce muttered, but his eyes were narrowing in disbelief. “Why would she—?”

“Because she’s a spy,” Tim interrupted, “and it gets worse. She’s been feeding them everything. Our weaknesses, our next moves, our schedules. She’s not just a mole in the manor. She’s been working against us this whole time. She's why so many missions have failed.Tim’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the family’s accomplishments she’s been stealing. She’s been getting close to each of us, using our trust. She knows things, personal things, and she’s been leaking that information. She’s been feeding it to the highest bidder, giving Gotham’s worst players a playbook for taking us down.”

Dick’s face twisted with disbelief. “She was pretending to be (y/n), taking her accomplishments as her own, but—” He trailed off, his voice faltering. “How could we have let this happen? How did we not notice?”

Jason’s voice cut through the heavy silence, rough and sharp, like a crack of thunder. He stepped forward, fists clenched. “I should’ve known. She’s been playing everyone, pretending like she’s all sweet and innocent, but she was using all of us.” Jason’s eyes flicked to the screen, then back at Tim, his face a mask of fury. “She lied to me. She’s been lying to all of us. And she’s been trying to replace her.” His hand slammed onto the table, and the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “She doesn’t belong here. We trusted her. We all trusted her.” Jason’s anger bubbled over. This betrayal, the way Tiffany had wormed her way into their lives, made him see red

He couldn’t keep it in any longer. “I should’ve known,” Jason spat, pacing in circles, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I let her get close to me. I let her in, we all did! And now look at this. She’s been pretending to be everything she’s not. She’s been trying to take her place, her rightful place in this family!”

Alfred, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat, his voice filled with quiet but growing fury. “I should have seen it,” he muttered, his gaze darkening. “I was too lenient with her. I allowed her to slip through the cracks, to play at being part of this family. I should have known better.” His usually calm demeanor was cracking, and the regret in his voice was palpable.

Bruce’s lips pressed into a thin line as the weight of Tim’s words sank in. His eyes hardened as he stared at the screen, disappointment creeping into his features. Tiffany had been their guest, their supposed family, and this whole time, she had been playing them all. You had tried to warn them.

Duke, who had been standing quietly at the back of the room, spoke up. His voice was low but steady.

“I knew something was off,” Duke said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “I couldn’t put my finger on it, but... she’d been acting weird around me. Always asking questions—asking about the family, the missions, everything. I thought I was paranoid.”

Damian had always been fiercely protective of what he considered his, no one could ever doubt that. He mocked you, saw you as his pathetic bastard older sister, he had wanted to hurt you. But now, as the reality of Tiffany’s betrayal settled in, something darker began to take root inside him. He remember your unconditional love for him, how you took everything he said did to you with grace and compassion. He remembered how good you were to him. He noticed that everything he thought he loved about Tiffany was what she stole from you. His eyes burned with rage as he thought about how Tiffany had wormed her way into the family and his heart, how she’d stolen your accomplishments, and how she’d attempted to erase his sibling from the very fabric of their world.

She was trying to replace her. That thought alone made his fists tighten, nails biting into his palms.

It had been a long time since Damian had felt this kind of protective rage. He was the blood of the Wayne family, the one who deserved to be at the center of it all, but you; his blood sibling, his equal, had always been ignored, undervalued ridiculed and neglected. And now Tiffany, a mere interloper, had dared to manipulate and tear him away from you.

Damian watched the family, his gaze flicking to each of them as they tried to process the betrayal. The anger from his family was palpable, but there was something else there too: possessiveness. Protectiveness. regret. They weren’t just angry at Tiffany for what she had done to you, they were furious at themselves for pushing you away and leaving you alone and unprotected in New York.

You were his responsibility, his blood, and no one; not even Tiffany, was going to steal you away from him. He had always wanted to prove his superiority to the others, but now that wasn’t his focus. His attention was fixed solely on bringing you back to him, where you belonged.

Cass, who had been silently observing, nodded. Her face was unreadable, but the tension in her jaw told Tim that she, too, had been sensing something wrong for weeks.

Steph, ever the sharp observer, had her arms crossed over her chest, her usual sarcasm now tempered with a cold seriousness. “I knew she wasn’t perfect, but this? This is next-level crazy. Are you sure bout this Time?” She leaned forward, her voice suddenly harder.

Barbra was too shocked to say anything. This was not how today was supposed to go.

Alfred glanced toward Bruce. “Master Bruce,” he said softly, “the level of infiltration, this is something I never anticipated. We should have seen the signs.”

Bruce’s expression was steely. “We were too distracted, too willing to accept her presence as part of the family. We let our guard down.”

“That’s not just her fault,” Dick interjected. “We’ve all been too trusting. Especially with everything that happened with (y/n).” His voice hardened as he glanced at the screen again, eyes flicking to Tim. “What now? What do we do about it?”

Tim stepped forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. “I’ve already notified our allies. The information she’s passed is enough to give this organization an upper hand in Gotham, maybe beyond. She hasn't revealed our identities but she might soon. we can’t let her get away with it. She’s been playing us this whole time.”

Steph threw her hands up in exasperation. “So what, we just let her go? She’s been lying to us, manipulating us for months! ?”

Tim’s eyes were cold, calculating. “We’ll have to trap her. Use the information she’s already stolen to set her up. Once we confront her, we’ll make sure she doesn’t get away.”

Bruce’s fists were clenched at his sides, his jaw set in stone. He had failed [Y/N]—he had failed his child. The weight of that was too much for him to bear. “This ends now. We’re going to fix this.”

Ok yall since apparently 8 ppl think my work is absoulte shit and and SURE i knew how they felt this is pretty rushed and i feel like it sucks! anyway!! i hope at least some people enjoy <33 send in nice aks and questions and ideas pls. its so fun answering them. yall are mind readers and are so creative!! lmk if there's any typos bc I copy-pasted half of it from my notes app. yeah i did write half of this when i was supposed to be in class, and??? Next chapter Tiffany gets confronted, reader comes home, Batfam start groveling and regretting their actions, sort of on their way to yandere-ism and make reader move back to gotham to be closer to "family"

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coffeegnomee · 2 days ago

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genuinely i think alot of kaboodle's actions on lifesteal can be explained by her scripted lore background. the world of scripted lore is fraught with the idea that "lore" is just... being miserable. it was something that made it difficult for me to get into ksmp (though i did eventually enjoy it), because it felt just so awful all the time. pointless arguments didn't tug at my heartstrings, it made me frustrated. but that's besides the point

i think maybe one of the reasons she takes everything way harder than she should and exaggerates relationships and disagreements is perhaps because she is drawing in past experience to be a good entertainer, in the way she is familiar with. which is so fair! we are formed by our backgrounds. it does unfortunately make it difficult to watch her if you're accustomed to the more ""live action"" sort of format lifesteal is usually in, where people seperate their characters from themselves a little less. but she has a good size audience that seems to fw it, so i dunno

that's just my take on the overuse of the word "betrayal" and such

agree but disagree. yes scripted is usually just being miserable but zam is just miserable all the time and his lore actually makes sense and is very entertaining to watch and he also separates himself from his character (to a degree). but when he is miserable he is consistently miserable while also doing some fun things to distract from the misery or making some impact on the server like cleaning up spawn while being miserable to chat. kab just sits around and talks and does fuck all. sorry. hating. a lot of hating below.

and it's annoying because she is miserable but then will go be fighting her inner demons of destruction, but then won't destroy because she doesn't want to be mean and she cares so much, but then she plans to destroy anyway but then she doesn't do it and doesn't have any consistency in any motivation or characterization and she's all over the place. every hour her emotional state is different and there's absolutely no effort at a throughline and everything before is just thrown out the window.

And it pisses me off that she does come from scripting because surely her characters on ksmp had some throughline and consistency.

and yet her inconsistency on ls does make sense bc in scripted you can plan and succeed with every plan you make when you are literally scripting the outcome.

but on lifesteal you can plan for something cool and fun and it can be taken away in an instant by the very same people you were trying to impress and that is hard and will send anyone into being tilted.

and trying to decide how to react to that is wildly difficult and i dont really envy them having to figure out what to do, but i do wish she would DO something. but that's also unfair because she is doing something, she's rebuilding. but while rebuilding she's going between wanting 4c to help her while also trying to convince him to betray his team while also trying to convince him to give her a heart without a fight while also planning to kill him while also reminding herself she has to be nice to him. so she's just using him. just say it with your full chest. you never cared about him and you just want someone else to do the work to get your own selfish self-pity plan back on the server.

you want to complain and then have someone swoop in and save you. and you dont want to make any effort to actually care about that person.

it's miserably sad and annoying to watch because lifesteal is about caring about people, and she goes on and on an on about caring *so much* but she doesn't give a shit about anyone but herself. and she lies to herself and and chat and insists that she cares.

and yes that's a rather consistent characterization to through at ls!kab but damn if it doesn't read like that at all and she went from genuinely apologizing to 4c to just using him flat out and reminding herself that she needs to use him and cant just kill him.

maybe its just that she's vilely unlikable. maybe that's the point in her scripted mind. make a hatable character. and yet her actions also speak to desperately trying to make a likable character whom youre sympathetic to, she tries desperately to guilt trip and pull at the heartstings about how shes just been betrayed so many times and life is so hard for her and shes so weak and how could you be mean to someone so pathetic and wounded.

but she's not likable at all. she doesnt care about a single other soul or what they care about. the second they put a boundary up she wants to run and leave, which, fair enough, actually a cool characterization of trauma but like also so abusive-coded. but in the end she chose to not abandon bacon as far as we can tell, but i can tell you give it two seconds and that thought will come back and she'll decide to betray him anyway. because nothing is consistent and nothing she says has any long term value. she just goes on the past five minutes to decide what she will do.

she's just so fake and that fakeness can be attributed to the character, but it only feels even more fake because she insists it's a character and not her as she turns around and does something that makes more sense for her to do as herself than the character. she is being two people existing on the same account, swapping out whenever necessary. but that's stupid. take responsibility for your actions and your emotions. stop blaming others.

and yes. it all goes back to how painfully different scripted mcrp is from unscripted.

and i know for damn sure that this will not be like this next season because she will learn from this season. or she doesn't. and that's what's so frustrating. the possibility that she never learns why lifesteal is lifesteal.

the possibility that she keeps writing asshole abusive characters that just get more abusive because of her own internal mental problems that lay unresolved and shoved under the rug like they aren't part of the character even though they are part of herself. she refuses to look at herself and acts like if just just acts hard enough they won't affect anything. they effect everything. you can't run from yourself when you are making unscripted content.

and yes. i am being really mean about someone who clearly has a lot of baggage. yes i am being mean about someone who is abusive as a defense mechanism and hates boundaries because of fear of being alone and all these things that are basically the bully being bullied at home type beat.

but she embraces none of it. doesn't even see any of it. thinks she has written a cute story with kazam, a cute ship that may be a little messed up but is at it's core cute.

it's fucking abusive and shit. it makes my skin crawl. zam is screaming to be let out of it and she thinks it's sunshine and roses. she is, to use the word literally, delusional about her actions. she thinks they are one thing when they are anything besides that.

but we do have one success story. and the trend goes that every lifestealer learns what lifesteal is by their second or third season. they all eventually get it. vi chose to do a very distinct character vs streamer in s4 and he crashed and burned to a degree unfathomable. and he learned from it. and he now says that was his favorite story he ever told. he see's how he's grown as a person because of it.

there is only hope in the future when it comes to kaboodle. lifesteal genuinely changes you and makes you grow. not because you choose to grow, but because it forces it out of you.

but in this moment im just constantly a ball of rage and constantly sent into sadness every time i watch. and she keeps interacting with my mains so im not going to just miss the story, and the progression is already happening, the kablantis shock is a genuinely lifesteal trauma moment for kab and is already changing her in good ways. this is the story, this is part of watching lifesteal. the meta conflict is what makes this server painfully unique. this difficult encounter with players that piss you off. because people in life are like this. people can suck and hurt each other and don't look at their internal mental state, they shove things under the rug and think they're fine and cause sorrow and pain when life gets difficult. that's life. encountering it as story really helps understand the people around you. to be more compassionate, be able to see when theyre hurting and chose to be kind anyway. to learn how to feel the negative emotions and process them and not run from them yourself. or learn how to stick up for yourself and put up your own boundaries and learn that you can. to figure out who you are. it's the best. and the worst. and leaves me hating until i realize it is interesting even though i hate it.

#hating #hardcore hating #crit #discourse #all the negtive tags #don't at me i literally warned you im hating #asks #lifesteal spoilers

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the space between us three (jyh) | five.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

⇢word count: 6.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, more progress between oc x yunho 🥰, everyone is playing cupid because they feel it in the airrrr lol, a lil tiny, casual family meet and greet, oc talks to yunho a bit about her parents, yunho is absolutely smitten but he's def still struggling with his own feelings and thoughts

yunho: what kind of coffee do you like?

you: that's random. lol but anything sweet? i usually go for coffee with extra cream and sugar. or a vanilla latte!

yunho: gotcha. lol

you: why? what about you?

yunho: i usually just stick to an iced americano.

you: mud water.

yunho: don't say that. ☹️

you: you know we're supposed to be meeting in like 3 mins right? lol

yunho: sorry, gonna be a few mins late? 😅 got a coffee order to take care of!

you: yunho!

You playfully roll your eyes and smile when Yunho doesn't respond on Slack afterwards. It had been a few weeks since you and Yunho began meeting on a weekly basis, all meetings considered productive yet easy-going and laid back. Some had turned to lunch meetings, killing two birds with one stone whenever you or Yunho had to reschedule. You had grown comfortable with Yunho quickly, and to your surprise, Yunho was reciprocating the same energy. You would talk about the most random things in between going through the to-do list of items you needed to check in about. You were slowly getting to know him, and him, you. You couldn't help but feel like your crush on him was growing by minute, though you tried to tell yourself to take it slow and not act too obvious about it since:

One, you didn't wanna look like a fool.

Two, you don't even know if he feels the same.

Three, what if he's not even thinking about dating in general?

Then, you'd look stupid.

You're not gonna lie, though; a part of you felt like he was also interested in exploring this idea. He was just taking his time, too. Probably checking off the boxes on his own list before saying or doing anything.

The Instagram likes were one thing.

Then, it was reacting to your stories. The likes, the messages. The subtle flirting in between the lines.

Yunho was over here in disbelief because he didn't think he'd be shaking off the dust on his instagram page just to keep up with you. He'd even post a few times on his story just to see if you'd do the same— which, you did.

Had him bothering his own daughter to make sure his posts were up to par.

⇢FLASHBACK

"Ace." Yunho calls for Seora as they sit at a café, indulging in drinks and pastries before getting their day started together.

"Huh?" She says, sipping on her iced peach tea.

"How do you add music to your Instagram story?" He furrows his brows.

"The music note at the top right corner .. ?" She lets out a breath. "Wait, hold on. Hand it over." Yunho cocks a brow up before handing his phone to his daughter. "Why are you posting this?"

"It's a nice picture, isn't it? The sun is hitting the drink and the pastry perfectly."

"It's good, but why don't we get some candids? I can take it."

"What, no—"

"Dad, please. It's impressive, but you need to put a little more umph. You've got a face, like jeez .. put it to use." She raises his phone. "Here, just sit and act natural."

"Seora, you don't have to."

"Sit and act natural!" She repeats. "Act like I'm not taking pictures." Yunho chuckles before shaking his head and acting as naturally as possible while sipping his drink. "Amazing." Seora aggressively clicks away before setting his phone back down. "Hm." She goes through the photos she took. "I'll post the best one and add a song to it, okay?"

"Go for it."

"Just so you know, since you are my dad, it'll be free of charge and you don't have to give me credit." He laughs.

"Noted." She pauses and squints at him, trying to read her father while resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Who are you trying to impress?"

"No one! I can't just post?"

"All of a sudden." She continues to give him a look before resuming her work. "Your Instagram has been sitting in the historical section of the library for years."

"Hey, now. That's an exaggeration. What did I tell you about exaggerating?"

"Yeah huh. You didn't even know how to add music. That's how ancient it is to you." Seora laughs. "Dad, just admit it. It's fine. It won't make me love you any less."

"Are you done?" Yunho cocks his head to the side and playfully squints his eyes at her.

"Actually, yup! Just about." She slides over his phone. "Look at your story. In case you didn't know, you press your profile pic—"

"Ace, I know, okay."

"Sure about that?" She giggles, watching as her dad goes through his story— eyes widening in the process.

"Since when did you get good at taking photos?"

"Since ever, duh."

"Thanks, babygirl. Think you might've saved me there."

"You're welcome. Next time, there might be a service fee. Depending on the day."

"Service fee, huh?"

"Payment accepted are stickers, shopping dates and new Nikes."

"We'll talk."

"Great." Seora smiles just as Yunho ruffles her hair.

⇢END

It's the tiny chase. The pre-chase before the actual chase. Surveying the waters before going out to sea.

Yunho likes that part, and so do you.

You smile a bit to yourself thinking about the tiny moments, typing away and taking care of other items on your list until Yunho's figure appears in the hallway. He's talking to someone across the way, two cups of coffee in his hand. He laughs and bids his farewell before walking into the conference room.

"I'm only 7 minutes late."

"Only?" You snort as he puts your cup of coffee down. "Yunho, you didn't have to." You slightly pout and he smiles.

"Did you have coffee already?"

"No.."

"Then, yeah." Yunho chuckles. "Vanilla latte."

"Thank you." You smile at him before taking a sip. It does hit the spot, and you're not sure if it tastes extra good today because Yunho's the one that brought it. "Hey, is this from the coffee shop on the corner of the hospital wing?" You recognize the name as you've made the trek over a few times if you were truly craving their coffee.

"Mhm."

"They give stickers out with every purchase. Did they give you one?"

"Yeah." He digs into his pocket and slides you a cute cartoon drawing of a capybara holding a cup of coffee. You squeal as you take it into your hands, looking up at him with the cutest look he's ever seen.

"It's different every time! Can I take this off of your hands?"

"Go for it." He chuckles. "Glad you like it. I would've probably tossed it."

"I'll give it a good home." You tuck it into your pencil case.

"I know you will." Cute, is what he's trying to say.

"So, how is your morning so far?"

"Kinda hectic. Seora and I stayed up a little too late watching our show. She got up a few minutes later than usual and she was tired. Woops."

"Yunho." He laughs.

"What? We just get too into it without realizing."

"That's cute."

"Anyway, finally shuffled her out the door, then she realized she forgot a folder she needed for class so we had to turn back and .. yeah."

"Eventful morning."

"To say the least." He chuckles. "What about you?"

"Hm, it's been pretty quiet on my end. But, it is Monday so I'm anticipating the chaos as the week goes on."

"I feel that. Did you have a good weekend at least? You looked like you had fun at the vintage pop-up." Yunho types away on his laptop, the never-ending notification sounds of Slack going off.

"I did! Sian and I grabbed a few gems."

"The mirror pic was cute." You giggle.

"Thanks. How was yours?"

"Good. Seora and I did a little staycation downtown."

"Aw. Do you guys always do that?"

"The staycation kinda thing? Not really. But, we always spend time together doing different things. She wanted to hit a couple of spots down there so I figured we could just make a stay out of it. I think we'll camp next."

"That's so cute." You chuckle. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." He smiles.

"Yeah." He's doing that thing again. His eyes linger on you for a second and you aren't really sure how to respond or react. You break first, shifting your attention to the notes on your laptop before clearing the small tension in the air.

"So, how are things going with the team?"

"Good. I think we're ready to schedule a bigger meeting sooner than later to showcase what we've built so far. The majority is finished and they can just let us know what tweaks they want before we finalize and deploy."

"Oh, really? That's amazing, Yunho!"

"Don't thank me, I barely lifted a finger. It was the clinical informatics team."

"Shut up." You laugh. "You helped push it through with your guidance, regardless." You take a few notes. "How about the network and everything in the peds unit?"

"Should be good to go, too."

"Okay. I'll send out a poll later to the wider group to find a good time for us to meet."

"Sounds good, boss lady." You chuckle to yourself as you set your own reminders before meeting his eyes again. "How's everything else going on your end?"

"Hm, good. We're just waiting on a few approvals regarding patient transfers and all these other clinical roadblocks."

"Keeping you busy, I see."

"Kinda, yeah. But, I like it."

"That's all that matters." He gives you a toothless smile.

"Is there anything else I should include in the meeting agenda for the wider group?"

"I think that's it. It'll be key for them to see the build and watch us play around with it. It'll probably take up most of the meeting."

"Should we aim for an hour?"

"Are you gonna stay for the hour?" You cock a brow up.

"What if I leave?"

"30 mins then." You snort.

"Kidding. I have to, silly."

"1 hour's good then."

"Why does it matter if I'm there or not?"

"I like having you around? You .. have a calming presence. It makes me feel comfortable." You giggle.

"Uh huh."

"Swear. These people can be ruthless."

"I'm sure. I don't doubt that. I'll be there, I have to be. And you'll all do fine, I'm sure they'll be really pleased about the progress no matter what." You sip on your coffee. "Anything else? Going once, going twice?"

"Mm, yeah. Actually. Not to pivot or anything, but they're having food trucks at the hospital courtyard later for lunch. Wanna come?"

"What time?"

"I think they'll start around 11:30am, but we'll probably head down closer to lunch or a bit after."

"Cool. Let me know when you guys are there? I'll try to drag Noeul with me. I'm sure Sian will be there."

"I'll slack you." You shake your head, immediately feeling bold enough to slack him your number.

"My number. So you don't have to Slack me. I don't always check it." He smiles and calls the number before hanging up.

"That's me." He smirks. "Coulda just asked, you know?"

"You're full of it." He laughs as you both stand, gathering your things to head out of the room. "Guess I'll see you for lunch?"

"Mhm. I'm sticking around on this floor to take care of something else. I'll text you where we're at later." He presses the elevator button for you, watching as you safely get inside.

"Sounds good." He gives you a nod of acknowledgement just as the doors slide and close in on you.

Lunch comes quicker than you can even grasp, the sudden wave of emails and little, never-ending tasks taking up your morning hours. It isn't until Noeul pops into your space that it triggers you to check the time again.

11:58am.

"Um, what are you doing?" She knits her brows at you, watching as you furiously type away. "I was waiting for you to come, but you never came."

"Sorry, time literally flew by with all this stuff coming up. But, I'm almost done."

"Okay, let me go pee then. I rushed over thinking you might have left without me."

"What, no?" You laugh just as she scurries off to the bathroom, giving you time to type up the last bits of your email before sending it off and crossing it off on your to-do list.

yunho: we're out here! coming soon?

you: mhm, just waiting for noeul!

yunho: we'll stick around the fountain until you ladies come!

you: [likes message]

"Ready?" Noeul has her wallet in hand, a big smile on her face as she approaches your cubicle once more.

"Are you ready?" You chuckle as you stand and push your chair in.

"Definitely. Starving." She sighs. "So, Yunho invited you, hm? Literally can't get enough of you—"

"Stop it right now. Don't go there." You press the elevator button. "We're just cool. He's chill. It doesn't have to be anything." You give her a look.

"Doesn't have to be anything when he could have just left it at your weekly Monday morning meetings. But, no." She smirks and turns to you as you head inside the elevator. "We got lunch dates and now, food truck dates."

"Okay, you know the lunch meetings were because either of us had to reschedule. And this food truck thing happened on a whim."

"Why are you trying so hard to deny all of it? Girl, it's right in front of your face. The man wants you and I know you do, too." She gently nudges you. "Atta girl." You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you scroll senselessly on your phone just to distract yourself.

"Anyway." You let out a breath.

"Uh huh." She giggles.

"Sian's there. Any idea what you're craving?"

"You know, I've been craving a good pad thai." You nod.

"That's sounds right now, actually. With some vietnamese coffee."

"Hope they have a truck for it." The both of you swiftly exit the elevator and start making your trek down the path to the main hospital. There are a bunch of trucks parked around and near the courtyard area, with expectedly a ton of people in attendance from both hospitals. You spot the fountain in the middle, tippy-toeing to see if you can catch a glimpse of Yunho from where you're at.

"Oh, you're here!" Sian says, already with a to-go container in hand. "Where's your guy at?" Noeul laughs loudly.

"Shut up!" You glare at her. "They're by the fountain." You start heading towards the fountain with the two in tow.

"There's so many trucks, I'm overwhelmed."

"All so good, though!" Sian starts talking about what she bought and the other trucks she managed to pass by. When you finally approach the fountain, you find Yunho, Taehyun, Jihoon and a couple of their other team members hanging around— laughing and joking in their usual fashion. His eyes immediately land on you, and his lips turn upward into a big smile. He waves, Taehyun, Jihoon and the others turning your way to greet you with smiles or their own waves.

"Aw, she's here." Taehyun pokes fun at Yunho. "His ears are turning red." Jihoon laughs.

"Never seen that before. Must be a good thing." Yunho squints his eyes at them before you and the girls finally approach the group.

"Hey!" You greet them, along with Noeul and Sian.

"Glad you made it through the sea of people."

"Yeah, there's definitely a lot of people around." You chuckle.

"Hungry? Wanna go find something to eat?" You nod, letting Yunho lead the way. Before you even realize it, You and Yunho end up walking away from the group unintentionally— everyone splitting ways to grab food of their liking without coming up with a plan to meet somewhere in the middle afterwards.

Unless, this was their plan all along.

You can't even spot any of them in the surrounding crowd.

"Anything you're craving?"

"Me and Noeul were just talking about this." You chuckle. "We've been thinking about good pad thai."

"Mm." Yunho hums. "I think they have a truck over there for it. Line is kinda long though, if you're okay with that."

"It's fine. I have time." You look up at him. "What're you gonna eat?"

"Whatever you're eating?" He laughs. "I'm not gonna leave you alone in this line."

"Yunho. I'll be good, you can go find something you like."

"Nah, it's okay. I'm good with whatever. Besides, their garlic noodles sound good." You giggle.

"Okay then! If you say so." You pout a bit and he lets out a tiny laugh.

"How have the past few hours been?"

"The usual. A few emails did wash in and keep me busy. Had two quick check-in meetings over Zoom, too." He nods. "What about you and the team?"

"Yeah, it got kinda chaotic for a second. Lots of things were breaking at once, but we've got a handle on it. Systems are recovering." He checks his phone to make sure nothing else urgent has popped up.

"You guys are always running around."

"We are. Between both hospitals. Gives me a good workout to be running around like crazy." You laugh. "How's your brother doing, by the way? He seems cool. It was nice to see you guys together that one weekend."

"Cool? Please." You playfully roll your eyes. "But, he's good. Living life as he usually does." You chuckle. "We'll probably be back in the next weekend or so. Be prepared to get sick of us. Or, me. I guess."

"Nah, never." Yunho laughs. "I'm glad you'll be around more often. I'm sure your parents are happy about it."

⇢FLASHBACK

"Your favorite child is here—" You smack Wonwoo upside the head as you two head in through the gate of your parents' house. You and Wonwoo decided to spend the night as an attempt to genuinely give them more time and be around them. "Ah-ow." He squints and looks at you.

"I don't recall you helping pick out their new couch last week."

"Oh, because the one weekend I'm away and can't come, you automatically think you're the favorite? Get a grip." You roll your eyes and gently push him to the side before entering the house.

Yunho's car isn't in sight next door.

The both of you greet your parents loudly before going to your old, respective rooms and dropping off your things. Your parents waste no time shuffling you two back out of the house, dragging you along on their usual routine— Costco, other grocery stores and a bit of shopping at the mall. Wonwoo and your father start geeking out over golf clubs, fishing and coffee, while you and your mom are too busy shopping for makeup, bags, perfumes and skincare.

It's nice to see your family like this.

Calm, peaceful and enjoying each other without any side commentary and remarks.

Your family decides to grab a pretty early dinner at the food court— you and your brother opting for some rice bowls, while your mom and dad share some cold noodles. You and Wonwoo start updating your parents about where things are at work, with your mom happily praising Yunho when you mention how often you have to meet with him to push things forward on the IT side. Wonwoo talks a bit about how work has been keeping him busy and how him and the boys are planning more trips in the future. Luckily, your parents don't say much about how you both have been spending your downtime— the two of them too busy fighting over the kind of boba drink they wanna share before leaving the mall.

When you get back, you and Wonwoo clean up and get settled, already feeling hungry again after the small, early dinner you had.

"Hey." You lean against Wonwoo's door frame as he stands from shuffling through his duffle bag.

"Yeah?"

"Kinda want a snack. Ice cream. Something we can take and sit by the pit in the backyard."

"Convenience store trip?" You nod, already dressed in your oversized crewneck and sweats. Wonwoo throws on his hoodie over his shirt, sporting his basketball shorts and slippers. You let your parents know you're trekking down to the store, your dad calling out for you to bring back bottles of soju just as you head out the door.

You let out a breath when the crisp night air touches your skin; breath visible in the cold. As you exit through the gate, you notice Yunho's car is parked now, and you suddenly wonder what he's up to.

"It's a little nostalgic making this walk and sleeping in my room again." Wonwoo cuts in.

"Yeah, I know. I kinda miss those times. When we'd get home from school or head down to the convenience store with our friends before walking deeper into town."

"The simple days."

"Tell me about it." You chuckle, head pointed down as you continue the quiet walk with your brother. The door to the convenience store dings when it swings open, causing you to turn your attention back upwards.

You stop, and Wonwoo knits his brows at you when he sees you've stopped moving forward.

"Oh— Yunho." You pause in your steps when you see Yunho and his daughter come out of the same convenience store. A small smile tugs on the corner of your lips when you get a good look at how much she looks like her dad. She's got height to her, too. Makes sense she's an athlete. She's got dark brown hair, long. Eyes are brown, lashes are long. Her eyes and her nose are exactly her father's. She's dressed in a cute puffer jacket and flare leggings, Ugg slippers. Her dad is in a thick Essentials grey hoodie, jeans and brown Nikes.

"Y/N, hey." He smiles. "Nice to see you."

"Grabbing ice cream after dinner?" You look at the ice cream in their hands.

"Before, actually." He shyly says before chuckling. "Haven't gotten to making dinner yet, we just got home not too long ago."

"Touché. All good. Can't go wrong with that, sometimes." You laugh a bit before turning to Wonwoo. "This is Wonwoo, my younger brother."

"Hey." Wonwoo does a curt bow, which Yunho reciprocates. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too. This is my daughter, Seora."

"Hi." She smiles toothlessly as she sways from side to side, hand in a pocket while the other holds her ice cream cone.

"Hi Seora." You look at her with a soft smile while Wonwoo waves.

"They're Auntie Love and Uncle Po's kids."

"Cool. It's nice to finally put a face to it. Your parents talk about you alot. Like a lot! But we never see you around." She says.

"We just get busy, is all. But, you'll be seeing more of us from now on." Seora nods.

"Are you guys picking up some ice cream, too?"

"Yeah, and other snacks. Drinks for my dad." You chuckle.

"We're about to hang out in the backyard with our parents if you wanna join. Sure they wouldn't mind." Wonwoo adds with a shrug.

"Thanks, that's really nice of you guys. Don't wanna intrude, though. You should definitely take this time with your parents." Yunho responds.

"Well, I'm sure one of us will be knocking at your door with food tonight."

"I can look forward to that." Yunho laughs. "Anyway, we'll get going. Thanks again, and enjoy your goodies." His eyes land on you, and you can't help but feel the heat instantly rise to the surface of your cheeks. He doesn't break contact for awhile, which doesn't make it any easier for you. It isn't until Seora and Wonwoo start walking off that he finally breaks and gives you a tiny smile before following his daughter home.

"Aye." Wonwoo says when you reappear next to him again. "He seems nice. Is that the guy you were talking about? Mom and dad's neighbor that you work with?"

"Yeah, we're working together for the new department. It's also the same guy I almost spilled my coffee on."

"Damn. No wonder you were crying about it." He laughs. "I saw you two."

"Saw .. what?" Wonwoo clicks his teeth and gives you a look.

"Just looking at each other. That's what. Don't play dumb." He grabs the soju bottles for your dad and slips it into the basket.

"Oh. Jeez, that wasn't anything."

"Uh huh. Cause I stare people down on a daily basis the same way you two do."

"Wonwoo." You roll your eyes. "We barely know each other."

"And? Doesn't mean you won't, especially having to work so closely with him." He throws some of his favorite snacks into the basket, along with your favorite chips.

"Well, you know what, whatever happens, happens. Either way, I'm good. You know this."

"I feel that."

"Besides, I know Yunho is worried about his daughter more than anything. Wouldn't that be kinda weird to step into their life and disrupt their whole flow?" You head towards the ice cream. "I can imagine mom having a lot of shit to say about it."

"Dude, mom and dad love him and his daughter. He wouldn't have to do a damn thing to impress them." You laugh.

"Wishful thinking." You shake your head. "Anyway, let's not get ahead of ourselves." You look at him with both your favorite ice cream in hand. "Ready?"

"Yup." You and Wonwoo head to the counter, allowing your brother to [happily] pay for the snacks and drinks. He carries the bag in one hand while you both joke around in your usual sibling fashion until you head your mom's voice echoing in the street.

"My kids! They finally make an appearance! You met them, right? Seora, you've met my kids?! They finally took time to see us—" You watch as Yunho and Seora turn towards you, tupperwares already sitting in Yunho's hands.

"Mom, jeez. You're the loudest thing in this street." Your brother teases, making you laugh. "Airing out our business to the whole damn neighborhood."

⇢END

"I guess so. Even then, our parents will still find ways to rub it in our faces." You let out a small breath, pushing upwards as the line moves.

"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. Call me nosey if you want." You cock a brow up as you meet his eyes again.

"Try me."

"Do you and your parents get along well?"

"I guess so. For the most part. We're just like any other family who fights every now and then. Why do you ask?"

"I— I just heard it in your voice that first Monday meeting we had. It just seemed a little deeper, is all. Wanted to see if you were okay."

"Wow, you remember that far back?"

"Well, to be fair, it wasn't that far back. But, yeah. I don't know. I picked up on the shift." You look down at your feet.

"It's really nothing deep. We just argue like any kids do with their parents. They set a lot of their expectations and wishes on us, even if it's not what me and Wonwoo want right now. Or, I guess to put it plainly, they've been putting a lot of pressure on us."

"Which is?"

"Well, you know. The usual settling down and having a family of our own. We have each other, but they still worry that no one else will help take care of us or support us in the long run."

"I know it can get frustrating, but I'm sure the underlying message is that they just wanna see you both happy and taken care of."

"Right, but we're happy with where we're at. We aren't are rushing, but they keep acting like time is running out."

"Hm." He hums again." I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I think we've gotten used to it, and we're both just trying to remember the more positive side of it like you mentioned."

"They care about you two deeply, that's all it is. Nothing about you two doing anything wrong."

"Yeah. I know." You give him a subtle toothless smile before shifting your attention to the front. You finally get to place your order, with Yunho suddenly jumping in right before you get a chance to whip out your card. He relays his order and taps his card against the reader to pay for both meals, walking away with a shit-eating smirk on his face as you follow him in disbelief. "Yunho!"

"What?" He laughs.

"Why'd you do that! You already got me coffee! Let me send you some money."

"No, I wanted to." You pout.

"Are you sure? I mean, the food was kinda pricey, I wanna send—"

"Y/N." He looks at you. "I promise it's fine. I wanted to, so let me, yeah?"

"Okay. Fine. But, I'll get you next time."

"Sure." You whine a bit to protest. The food is whipped up quick, with you and Yunho only waiting another 5 minutes until it's being handed over in a thick plastic bag. You spot your friends and his team members huddled at a table, waving you over to join them while they eat. You plop down next to Sian and Noeul, who have already started eating— to your surprise, Noeul opted for something different than what she was originally craving. The group is engaging in lively conversation, the boys asking a lot about how the pediatrics unit usually is or picking Noeul's brain with HR cases [sparing any sensitive details].

Its nice that you, Sian and Noeul are blending in easily.

Conversation comes easy, even when Yunho is looking at you the way he is from across the table.

In the next 45-mins, both Sian and Noeul run off to a meeting, with a few of Yunho's team members heading back up to tend to service tickets. Taehyun and Jihoon are the last few to bid their farewells before they're leaving you and Yunho alone.

"Let me walk you back."

"You don't have to."

"Y/N, what can I do? I can't pay for you, I can't buy you coffee, I can't walk you. God forbid." You laugh at his teasing and playfully push him aside.

"I just don't want you to do extra work when you'll probably have a shit ton of work to get back to."

"No biggie. I can handle it." You nod. "Did you enjoy your food?"

"Oh my god, yeah. It was so good. How about you?"

"Yeah, it was good. Anything else on your plate for today?"

"We shall see." You look down at the ground. Yunho is literally battling with himself right now, trying to figure out if he should keep asking you to lunch or if he should take the leap and ask if you wanna hang out outside of work hours. You don't break the silence for a good while either; it makes Yunho wonder if you were thinking about similar things, too. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Just kinda spaced out. Maybe the food coma is hitting me." You giggle, stopping at the side entrance of the pediatric hospital.

"Try to take it easy then, okay?" You look up at him and the sun hits you perfectly from where you're standing. You're having to shield your eyes and squint at him, and Yunho thinks it's adorable. He steps to the side to help block the sun rays, making you giggle even more at the use of his tall figure. "I guess I'll see you later?" You smile. "Thank you for walking me, Yunho. I feel kinda bad you have to trek back."

"Ah, can get my steps in." He shifts his weight and rocks back and forth on his feet while looking at you. "Lunch again tomorrow?"

"Sure, yeah."

"I'll text you." He smiles, watching as you nod and wave— shuffling over to the elevator. You give him one last goodbye before the elevator doors swallow you whole, leaving Yunho to his lonely trek back to his headquarters.

Should he have asked?

Would he lose anything by asking?

Is he being too much?

Do you even like him like that? What if it's just your personality to be that kind and sweet?

What if you're like that to everyone and he isn't any—

"Hey." His head turns upwards to see Ara coming out of the hospital.

"Oh, hey."

"Coming back from lunch?"

"Yeah." She nods quietly.

"I see you've been hanging out." Yunho furrows his brows at Ara. She nods towards the pediatrics hospital and he follows her gaze before returning his attention to her.

"Oh. We're working together on the new unit and she's the bridge from the pediatric end. We just meet weekly about updates." She nods slowly, silently.

"Over lunch, too?" Yunho tilts his head to the side. "You seem like you get along well with her."

"Yeah." Yunho pauses a bit. "We're chill."

"That was fast."

"Ara." He calls her name with slight disappointment in his tone. One, he's a little appalled she'd jump to conclusions so quickly. But two, most importantly, he understands why she would be frustrated but who was he to force feelings? He simply didn't feel the same way she did and he's genuinely sorry about it. He tried to bring her down gently and he still stands by what he said— he doesn't think he'd be ready to take on a super serious relationship right away if anything were to evolve.

He'd need to take his time and build his trust, his comfort.

And he just couldn't see that with her.

"All good!" She laughs it off. "Glad you're happy." She nods before brushing him off completely. "Anyway, I gotta run to eat before I do my rounds. See you around!" She flies right on by without giving Yunho any more time. He sighs heavily to himself, mumbling a low 'shit' as he turns on his heel.

"What was that about?" Seonghwa has his hands dug into his pockets as he points his lips behind Yunho.

"A whole misunderstanding."

"That, or she's just hurt." Seonghwa chuckles a bit. "Was it the whole lunch thing? Lunches, I guess. Lunches, meetings, coffee dates, whatever." Seonghwa corrects himself.

"Sure, yeah. Guess you could say that."

"She'll be okay."

"Where the hell were you, anyway? I tried texting you but you didn't respond."

"I went to go see Yoori." Yunho slowly nods.

"Ah. Got it." Seonghwa chuckles and shakes his head.

"Then I got caught up with some people in the lobby. How was the food truck event?"

"Good, they actually had some really good trucks posted there today."

"Damn. It's okay. Next time."

"Yeah, I'm sure your time with Yoori was eventful, anyway."

"Fuck off. Y/N came?" It's no secret that Yunho had already mentioned you to Seonghwa and Mingi at this point. Not only because you two were meeting frequently, but because he started to open up to his bestfriends about how comfortable you made him feel and how he had been interested in possibly exploring things further. They know what Yunho is like when he genuinely has feelings for someone and is deeply interested, and this is it. The constant messaging, down to meet up during the work day without question, dusting off the Instagram page to catch each other's attention— it feels like forever since they've seen Yunho gush over someone the way he had been doing with you.

They're glad, though.

They hope this takes off properly.

They hope it all works out well.

"Sure did."

"How was that?"

"Good." Yunho smiles a bit to himself.

"When am I gonna meet her?"

"Well you could've if you weren't so busy tending to your needs." Seonghwa clicks his teeth.

"She looked cute."

"She is cute."

"Okay, maybe you do move on fast." He jokes.

"Correction." Yunho looks at him. "I put myself out there and gave it a shot with Ara just like all you assholes told me to and it didn't work out. Sorry." He shrugs. "I don't know what you want me to say." Seonghwa laughs.

"I'm just teasing. I know, I know. And that's fair. I can't blame you." There's a small silence before Seonghwa breaks the air again. "Well, it seems like you and Y/N are getting along more and more every day. It's nice to see."

"Yeah, we are. It's nice having her around and working with her on all these things."

"When are you gonna ask her out?"

"That's a good question." Yunho kicks at the ground below his feet before shrugging. "Am I?"

"Yeah? Absolutely."

"I don't know. I'm kinda shy to after the whole Ara thing."

"Well again, to be fair, that was you testing the waters. This is slightly different since you both are genuinely interested in each other."

"I dunno if she is."

"Quit that shit, okay? If she wasn't, she wouldn't be wasting time on your ass." Yunho sighs.

"I should've asked her while she was with me earlier."

"You can always text her if you can't wait."

"I don't wanna be lame, though."

"You're not! It's all in the beginning stages, you're not gonna have everything down perfectly no matter how hard you try."

"I guess so. I'll think about it tonight."

"Don't lose out on it." Yunho licks his lips, interrupted by the notifications blaring through his phone. He sees a few urgent issues coming up, causing him to rub at the back of his neck before groaning and tucking his phone back into his pocket.

"Anyway, gotta run. Got some shit to take care of. I'll talk to you later."

"Don't text or call me unless you have good news to share."

"Fuck you." Yunho mouths out before doing a light jog towards the old hospital to take care of business with Taehyun.

"I mean it!" Seonghwa says loudly before walking towards the café for more coffee.

As the day goes on, both you and Yunho end up getting swamped with tasks here and there— the both of you leaving work a little later than your end times. You swing by the store to grab a few more groceries needed for dinner, while Yunho gets home and quickly showers to prep dinner for him and Seora. Although you had been busy, you had been wondering what Yunho was up to and vice versa.

Yunho, especially.

He manages to whip up some spaghetti, having a good, hearty conversation with his daughter about how school and practice went today. Yunho listens attentively when she complains about her teacher assigning a report due at the end of the week, listens attentively when she talks about a new play their coach pulled out during practice. He listens attentively to all the little quirks and details of her day, exchanging his own when she asks how work was and if he enjoyed the food trucks that came by.

Even throughout all of that, a part of him is still stuck on you.

You.

Torn and getting pulled in all different directions.

Bedtime comes and .. he still hasn't decided. All this internal back and forth is starting to make Yunho feel frustrated because of Ara, because of Eunha— because he thinks he just can't get past losing someone else, or not finding someone who could be a fit for him, his daughter.

He's scared.

He's scared he'll never get to experience that ever again, and if he does, it'll probably just get taken away from him.

Again.

That's why he hesitates. He's not sure if he has it in him, but at the same time, he knows he has to get past this. He has to try, and he has to stop assuming they'll all end badly in one way or another.

"Fuck." He mumbles to himself as he slightly sits back up, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

Should he wait? It's getting late.

He watches the minutes pass him by before he pulls up your number and begins to type away, thinking of some kinda excuse to pull himself outta this shit before it's too late.

But, he can't help it. He wants to text you.

Fuck it.

yunho: hey! sorry for the late text. hope i'm not bothering you.

Your eyes dart to your phone sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter while you continue to massage your night cream into your face, slowing your motions and smiling to yourself when you see who has finally put your number to use outside of work hours. You massage the remaining cream down to your neck before picking up your phone to respond.

you: hey you! you're not a bother. ☺️

yunho: oh, you're awake?!

you: i don't sleep that early! haha.

yunho: idk you said you fall asleep at like 8pm. lol

you: i said sometimes i'm in bed by 8pm but i don't fall asleep until later! i just get lazy and don't wanna do anything at the end of the day. lol

yunho: okay fine, fair enough! i'll let it pass.

you: please, hahaha

yunho: soooo .. this is kinda lame and i should've done it earlier but i was shy about it 😭

yunho: but, by any chance, do you wanna grab dinner and kick it at the end of the week? no pressure or anything.

you: not lame! lol. i'd love to, yunho. ☺️ sounds fun!

yunho: really? 😀 cooooool. let me plan and think of a few things we could do.

you: sounds good w/ me!

yunho: i'll let you get to bed. see you tomorrow?

you: mhm, mhm! goodnight. 😌

yunho: goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.

You bite onto your bottom lip as you giggle to yourself and grab your lip mask before happily waddling to bed. You let out a squeal against your pillow, instantly texting Sian and Noeul about what just transpired.

The end of the week couldn't come any quicker.

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euphoria-looney · 3 hours ago

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Who Said Money Can't Buy You Happiness?

Yan! Batfam x Princess!Reader

Special

"Mother said be good, father said be nice. That was always their advice. So be nice, [name], good, [name]. Nice, good, good nice (tighter!). What's the good of being good if everyone is blind. Always leaving you behind." Prologue: Into the Woods.

(I needed the full thing in it)

Divider Creds: @selysie and @anitalenia

This plot was inspired by @niwaart and @mimiiiiiiiiisstuff

Life is not fair, and while the rich eat like pigs the poor people eat scraps and still are charged no matter if they can afford it or not.

As a princess, I understood that.

I am labeled as the defective princess, the Imperial Princess of Gotham, [name] Wayne.

While all my siblings were intelligent and had strength, talent, and power that upstaged most people, I had none of that, I wasn't smart, actually, I was a complete dunce. I had no strength to my name and was disgracefully unable to use my magic, but I knew I had some...

I had to. Right?

My talent, probably being an embarrassment to my family name.

My mother, she also glanced at me with disgust, she made sure if I wasn't able to do anything useful I'll at least have etiquette while being useless.

I admired my mother, she was beautiful, graceful, sharp, and always upheld her image.

She sneers at me when I mess up, which is all the time, but we don't talk about that.

Oh gosh, and my siblings they were all so amazing.

Barbara held the same personality as our mother, she rose the social class fast. Too bad she doesn't talk to me, I think she would be a great person to take an example from!

Stephanie and Cassandra tagged behind Barbara. They were like those cool trios in the books.

Yes, I read books, but they don't count since they are all novels.

Damian berates me on the fact that I'm nothing like them, but it just shows he cares, doesn't it?

Dick will he coaches Damian he's the #1 Knight of our kingdom and woman all over swoon over him, he talks to me... sometimes.

Duke, well he's a gentleman we don't talk but he's nice enough to greet me.

Jason, well like those novels he'd be titled the 'bad boy' and it does in fact charm lots and lots of ladies.

Tim, it impresses me every time at how smart he is. Maybe that's why we don't have many conversations because I'm not on his level.

And my father, well, it's okay. He's the emperor of course he's busy, I can't ask for attention that would be so childish!

It's of course upsetting when they all hang out without me, but they're just letting me have more time to myself to read! If you think about it they just care about me.

I remember we went to an event, and I was alone and no one talked to me, but it's fine, that's when I met the love of my life, he was like a prince charming, I bumped into him and he caught me before I hit the floor, I swear I fell right then.

Connor Kent.

Then I found out he was in fact a prince! And I got lucky and arranged a marriage with him, he didn't seem as static, but it's okay, arranged marriages usually don't last anyway...

I don't know what took over me, but when they found this orphaned girl one day, out of nowhere, they adopted her, and that's when my life changed.

Serena.

It wasn't fair how she was the apple of everyone's eyes.

She was also clumsy and dumb, she didn't know how to use magic, just like me, but there was a fine line between us. For one I know etiquette and for two, I'm of royal blood.

But instead of also disliking her they doted on her. I let it go until Connor also started being attracted to her. I was enraged.

But kept to myself. I started writing things I felt like doing those things to her. Then slowly I started doing said things. But they were harmless! Mostly...

I always ended up getting caught every single time though.

I still did them though, I don't know I just felt like it, and then I started having dreams of this weird world, about a girl.

Her name, was just like mine, [name] [last name], and she's so cool!

It started off showing what kind of woman she was, a CEO, doctor, lawyer, but mainly an entrepreneur, I didn't know a woman could be in those fields. Also, what are some of those things?

Then those dreams.

"What a bast-, I can't with this main character! Oh and don't even get me started on the family, who wrote this?! And a poly relationship for what? Just for her to focus on one guy? That's it I'm balding. The only character I like is [name] but sometimes I wish she would just stand up for herself!"

Yes, for I found out she was just like me she also liked reading novels.

Her reactions to them were also quite funny, then one day I don't know why but I prayed to the Gods that I wanted to be just like her.

"Go hang yourself! Shitty ahh characters. Go suck a titty."

Okay, not exactly like her.

Then it was the next morning and the maids took a while to finally get me ready, I couldn't stand their murmuring about how terrible I was compared to Serena.

I wanted to rip my hair out when I heard her name.

Then I made an idiotic choice again, I shoved her while on the staircase.

Then my world went black before I woke up startled with NEW MEMORIES.

I had become [name] [last name].

But for some reason, I was smart, I knew how to manage her jobs…

5 years later

It's been, what, 5 years?

[name] was right to be cocky she had every right to be, I feel bad now that I stole her life.

[name] wherever you are I wish you the best.

I wanted to write this to show that both girls will get happy endings, and I rushed this because idk.

Anyway, thanks cuties for the interaction with my last post!

And again with the last post please give me constructive criticism!

Taglist -

@kittzu @charlenexoxo1 @bat1212 @silverklaus @sillysealsies

#platonic batfam #platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #batfam x neglected reader

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glossykissies · 2 days ago

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i think this was like one of the first scott fics u posted but reader was in college for like fashion design? i think 😭 but anyways reader got a bad grade in one of her classes and scott says she cant touch him cos u cant reward bad behavior!!!

it’s funny because scott thinks he’s handling it the right way.

it’s how he was raised — it’s why he ended up in the working environment he did. his mother was a sweet woman, but his father was hard, never impressed, always pushing scott to achieve more. of course there were times he resented him for being so cold and unyielding, but he supposed he had him to thank for everything. now as a grown adult, scott saw himself in his old man, rearing his ugly head when least expected.

you’d come home to scott, all wired up and manic looking for a distraction. the project you thought you’d been slaving over ended up bringing you your worst grade yet. it wasn’t failable, and you knew you’d be able to pull yourself back — but it was certainly a wake up call. you felt ashamed.

you’d mentioned it in passing to scott as you were toeing your shoes off, thinking that if you treated it as a casual thing, it would be less damning. you were known to work hard, and you’d hate if scott thought any less of you. if there was anyone who’s opinion mattered to you over your professor, it was him.

“— and i’m gonna have to retake that class because i flopped so hard, anyway i had icecream for lunch—”

“hold on.” scott frowns, arms folded over his chest as he leans a shoulder against the wall, narrowing his eyes at you. “retake the class? explain.”

he makes note of the way you swallow and avoid his eyes as you gather up an excuse. “its fine, i failed the class. its fine.” you shrug a shoulder, and scott stares before shaking his head with a sigh.

“look — i told you, if you’re gonna be here all the time you can’t let it interfere with your projects. i think — i think it’s best if you start spending some weekends from home so you can get back on top of—”

“no!” you bark, eyes wide and desperate, which actually silences him in surprise. you are incredibly quick to adjust yourself, releasing a tense chuckle to let it be known that you were on your best behaviour, smile straining your cheeks and not quite meeting your eyes. “scott it’s not that serious, i swear. i’m passing all my other classes, this happens to everyone atleast once.” you figure your tone is reassuring enough, especially as he doesn’t follow you into the kitchen to make your daily green tea.

you spend a little longer than usual in the kitchen as you sip away at your drink, giving your boyfriend time to hopefully forget about the bad grade you received so you could potentially start the evening over, feeling things were a little chaotic. the hot liquid seems to soothe your nerves momentarily too, aiming to leave the day behind as you eventually slink out into the living room, eeking out your distraction as you join scott on the couch.

he’s watching some kind of documentary, naturally manspreading with that concentrated frown like a man much older than he was. you let a mischievous smile slip as you wriggle up to his side, stroking at his arm. this was nothing unusual from your usual behaviour, so scott doesn’t react — continuing on with his show.

“scotty.” you breathe in his ear, beginning to dot kisses gently along his jawline.

“hm?”

“missed you. needed daddy all day.” you pout as a manicured hand rises to rest on his broad chest before sliding slowly down his stomach toward his belt. you nearly jump out of your skin when he grabs your wrist and moves it away.

“no.” he hums, voice low. you blink your wide eyes at him in confusion — maybe you were just spoilt, because it wasn’t often you heard that word so firmly.

“huh?”

it’s only then scott looks at you, raising his eyebrows. “you think i’m gonna reward you for failing a class? you know, if i had been you — i’d already be at the desk with my laptop out, getting to work so i don’t fail my class again.” he’s stern, and whilst you’re used to his blunt ways you’re stunned by how cruel he was being. to him, he wanted the best for you and this was how he showed it in the moment, but to you it was the ultimate rejection.

it’s unnoticeable to the human eye, but he softens when you’re so quick to submit without argument despite his words, bashfully climbing off the couch to silently grab your bag and head to the bedroom where scott’s desk was. he watches you go, arms crossed — before he sighs, closing his eyes. that wasn’t him, it was his father. you didn’t deserve that.

he thinks up what to say to you, standing up to retrieve you approximately seven minutes later. he finds you at the desk where he suggested, laptop open on an empty document, crying quietly into your hands. scott closes his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before starting towards you.

“hey. hey.” his voice is quiet as he scoops you off the chair, replacing you with himself as he cradles you on his lap. “c’mon.” he whispers, feeling you wrack with another silent sob into your hands.

“i’m sorry.” you squeak.

“you don’t have to be sorr—”

“you’re disappointed in me. i’m disappointed in me too i just wanted to forget for a few hours.” you cry like a baby, stripped down to your most vulnerable self and his jaw clenches, mad that he was the one to upset you like this. this relationship shit was harder than it looked.

“hey i’m not, okay? i’m not. i was… hard on you because i think you can be great. okay? i think you are great. most talented girl i know. i don’t wanna get in the way of that, you know?” his large hand slides up your back to pull you closer and he feels you nod.

“i know. i’m sorry i get so upset about stupid stuff. i tried to be a big girl about it. i tried to… start—” you pull away to gesture to the empty document and he breathes out a chuckle, pulling you back to his chest.

“i know. i see… and it’s not stupid. i was mean. you should have kicked my ass.” he shakes his head but hears you giggle against his shirt, likely staining it with tears and mascara.

“next time.” comes out muffled.

“great.” he sarks before pulling you back to mop up your face, trying not to grimace at any snot or drool as he swipes it away with his thumb. “look. get started on… all this tomorrow. i’ll help in any way i can. what do you need right now? hm?” he jogs you on his lap with his knee once to signify that he wants a verbal and decisive answer. you press your lips together, glancing down at his belt once more. “oh yeah?” he confirms in that deep voice that makes between your legs ooze. “still after that?”

you nod, and he squeezes you hip. “alright. i think i can provide.”

#nonnies ୭ 🧁 ✧ ˚. 🎀#s.m ♡#twisters ✮#scott miller prompt

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pupdoc0916 · 3 days ago

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Memory

Knuckles was always impressed. He had turned the dining table chair towards the kitchen to have a good view, something he did every Saturday morning. Eyebrows raised with each flick of the wrist. His hands tightened gently on the seat of the chair with each movement. You would think after all this time it would cease to be interesting…but here he was.

He managed to keep himself just to the side, out of the vantage point of the person of interest that he so keenly watched. His head almost involuntarily cocked to the side as he watched the movements before him. Eventually the soothing scent of pancakes began to fill his nose. He sniffed a few times, nose turned toward the ceiling for maximum uptake. He closed his eyes as he took in the smell, allowing a small smile. As his body relaxed with the scent there was a small slip of the hand on the chair causing him to lurch forward and creating a soft grating sound as the legs of the chair inched back across the floor from the movement.

He paused, afraid to move a muscle lest he make another noise, muscles taught. Nothing happened, the quiet remained, only the sound of a sizzling pancake filling the air. He let out a soft breath and finally began to relax his muscles in relief.

“Knuckles?”

Muscles froze again and as he slowly raised his gaze in horror, his eyes met the chief of the tribe. He pulled back, almost imperceptibly, under the unexpected scrutiny. Their eyes locked, his amethyst eyes almost afraid to break contact. Finally, after a moment, the patriarch’s blue eyes softened and a gentle smile crossed his lips.

“You know…I’ve felt some eyes on me over the past few Saturdays.” Tom spoke, voice light and humorous. “What’s going on, big guy?”

Knuckles didn’t move, expression tight. He had a question he wanted to ask, now that he was caught. A question he never had gained the courage to voice over many weeks of watching. A question he still couldn't find the courage to speak. He drew his head back again, almost sheepishly, allowing his gaze to drop.

He could feel Tom’s eyes on him, reading him, probably judging him. What a coward he was that he could not voice what he really wanted.

Before he had time to process the movement, Tom had taken a few steps closer, close enough to place a hand on the echidna’s taught shoulder.

“Breakfast isn’t going to be ready for a bit longer. You know how Sonic is…snoring the morning away.”

Knuckles kept his eyes downcast, feeling a sense of embarrassment settle in. His gloves gently rubbed together in his lap. He swallowed hard.

“But, I don’t suppose you’d want to help me?”

The offer had Knuckles snapping his gaze upward, meeting the twinkling eyes of the man in front of him. He couldn’t stop the sliver of excitement that crossed over him.

“I…I would like that…” he heard himself speaking, voice softer than he had intended.

“Well, alright then!” Tom exclaimed. “Come! Enter my kitchen of solitude where I make the magic happen!”

Knuckles slid off the seat, following Tom into the kitchen, a few paces behind. He couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at the prospect. He was finally going to get to watch up close.

“So, pancakes…” Tom started, pulling up a stool so Knuckles could reach the stove more easily. He stepped up without hesitation, taking in the set up in front of him. A set up he had already memorized with weeks of watching. “I mixed the batter already, it’s in that bowl.” He gestured to the bowl to Knuckle’s right.

“Go ahead and grab the bowl.”

Knuckles reached forward and picked up the bowl, bringing it closer to the stove. His tail began to twitch subtly.

“Alright, you take the bowl…”

Tom took his hand and placed it over Knuckle’s wrist to guide his hand to the hot skillet.

“You pick up the spear in the center, tip always pointing forward. That’s right…” His father’s hand on his wrist, guiding his hand to the training weapon in front of him.

“Then pour just the right amount…whoa whoa, not too much. There you go…” Tom’s hand cupped his gloved hand as he helped him tip the bowl and allow the batter to hit the skillet.

“Place your other hand on the middle to gain control of your weapon…” Hands larger than his own enveloped his to help him hold the spear. His small hands tightened over the weapon, his tail wagging with excitement. “That’s very good, son.”

Knuckles swallowed hard, pushing the memory to the back of his thoughts and refocusing on the task at hand.

“Ok…now we watch until the pancake cooks through. You’ll know when the top starts to bubble.”

“Now…plant your feet and separate your hands. This will give you control and strength.”

“Now here’s the fun part.” Tom spoke, drawing Knuckles attention back forward. His amethyst eyes focused back on the pancake, watching the bubbles rupture and reform over the surface.

“You take the spatula in your hand.” Tom took his hand and closed his fingers over the handle. “And you’re going to slide it under the pancake and flip. The key is to not flip too hard or too high when you’re beginning. Just a flick of the wrist. Are you ready?”

“Now you take a step forward and thrust your arms.” He felt his father’s arms wrap around his tiny frame to grip each of his hands with his own. His father knelt on his knee so they were both on the same level. Their cheeks touching, the warmth of his arms, his scent, safety…

Knuckles suddenly dropped the spatula from his grip, clumsily taking a step off the stool next to Tom.

“Hey, buddy, you OK?” the man asked, voice filled with nothing but surprise and concern.

Knuckles took a few steps back, eyes fixed on pancake in the skillet, the smell of burning batter filling his nose.

“Knuckles, buddy, what’s wrong?”

Knuckles could barely hear him through the buzzing in his ears. He continued to take small steps in retreat until his back made contact with the wood of the doorway. The contact snapped him out of his reverie and he shook his head. His eyes looked up and made contact with Tom’s, filled with nothing but concern and care.

“I…I’m sorry…” he stammered. Then without another word he turned and ran to the back door, almost running into his matriarch in the process. She quickly stepped back, avoiding his body as he flew toward the exit. His hand grabbed the handle, wrenching the door open and he fled, losing himself in the trees.

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The firm log behind him dug into the skin of his back and his elbows pressed into his knees but he barely paid the discomfort any mind as he rested his head in his hands, shutting out the rest of the world.

His breaths had soothed long ago, but not before they had almost suffocated him with their urgency. His chest not complying with his body’s orders, his heart threatening to beat through his chest. It had taken time, but he had been able to gather himself enough to find the oxygen he needed. And, through his lightheadedness he had found his way to the mossy log behind him, bracing himself against it and wrapping his arms protectively around his head, burying his eyes in his hands and knees.

He had lost track of all time, but his senses could take in the increasing heat on his back as the sun rose through the sky, filtering through the fall leaves. But he didn’t care. He continued to hide like the coward he was.

He was so ashamed, letting his feelings catch him like that. Memories that seeped into his consciousness, immobilizing him, hurting him, breaking him…

What was happening to him?

For years he had been able to push his feelings, his memories away, locking them away somewhere safe. Remembering his father was painful. Remembering his father was a liability as he made his way across the galaxy.

But now…now that his quest was over…now that he had found a new normal…the memories were breaking through, flooding through his defenses and drowning him when he least expected it.

How was he supposed to go back and face Tom after acting in such a way. Tom was a gentle and caring person. He would worry…he probably was worried…with how Knuckles had acted this morning. But how was he supposed to explain that it was nothing the man had done. That it was Knuckles’ own head, his own weakness, that caused him to run away.

He was such a coward.

A cold wet pressed into the crook of his elbow pulling Knuckles out of his swirling thoughts. He started, his head lifting in surprise at the unexpected contact. His head turned quickly toward the source and he was immediately drown in slobber as a tongue made its way quickly over his face, covering him in the creatures own sense of care.

Knuckles scowled in disgust and pulled his head away, out of range of the exuberant tongue and his eyes met the blank but warm eyes of the resident wolf. He put his hand up to block the next onslaught of attempted licks, earning him a soft whine and studying eyes.

“What brought you here, wolf?” he found himself asking, getting nothing back but a blank expression. Ozzy tilted his head and brought his head forward to nuzzle into the echidna’s side.

“I did.”

Knuckles startled at the new presence, shooting his gaze upward to meet the soft blue of his chief, Tom. He swallowed hard but did not advert his eyes. He had already been enough of a coward today.

“Hey, big guy. Can I sit down?”

Knuckles stared back, taking in the tall form as he slowly made his way closer. He found himself nodding lightly.

He felt a soft gust of wind as Tom sat down heavily next to him. He appreciated that Tom had sat just far enough to prevent surprise contact. Knuckles was unsure if he could handle it in his current tumultuous state.

They sat in silence for moments, the only noise was the panting from the canine near by who refused to leave Knuckle’s free side. He gave the dog an annoyed look which caused the wolf to push his face further into Knuckles’ glove, begging for pets.

“I hope it’s OK that I came to find you.” the man’s voice cut through the air causing Knuckles’ attention to shift toward him in surprise. “I just…after this morning…and then you didn’t come home for lunch…” his voice trailed off. “I was worried.”

Knuckles grunted softly in acknowledgment.

“I hope I didn’t do anything wrong,” Tom continued to ramble. “I know we haven’t really…we haven’t gotten very close over the past months.” Knuckles glanced toward him at his words. “And it’s OK!” he continued, seeing the shift in the echidna next to him. “I know you and Maddie…just…she makes you feel comfortable. And I’m so glad for it. But…I just want to make sure I haven’t done anything to hurt you…”

The chief’s voice trailed off softly. Knuckles turned his head fully toward the man at his words. Tom was looking forward, his eyes watching the leaves swaying, looking anywhere else but where the echidna sat. Knuckles frowned, guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. The man thought what happened was due to his actions. He had never meant for that.

He turned his gaze forward once again, his hands gently wringing together in his lap. He swallowed hard, trying to find his courage.

“It is nothing you have done, Lord of Donuts.” he spoke softly. “Nor is it anything you have said.”

He watched the man nod softly out of the corner of his eye.

“I…I’m glad, bud.” he spoke, his blue eyes glancing toward the echidna. “I just…I want to be your friend. I want to be someone you can count on and trust. I feel like I’m failing at that. But most of all, I do not want to ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

Knuckles swallowed hard, dropping his eyes to the forest floor. The man was really trying. And Knuckles had no ill will against him. It was not the man’s fault that he reminded him of his father…

He took a deep breath, pulling his arms around his chest.

“I do not know how much you know of my past.” he began, voice soft, uncertain. He did not want to speak of his past, of his memories, but this man had been nothing but kind to him and Knuckles owed him at least an explanation of his troubles.

Knuckles felt blue eyes watching him but could not meet them as he continued. “I…before my tribe was killed…I…I had my father.” he couldn’t stop the shake in his voice. He took another breath, fighting for his courage. “My mother had died, before I had even hatched from my egg. My father…he was all I had…he was my whole world.”

A lump had formed at the back of his throat and his eyes began to burn with the shimmer of tears, but he refused to cry. He clenched his teeth against the pain.

“He was kind, and gentle, and loving. He always put me first. He was always on my side. And he always wanted what was best for me…even if I didn’t recognize it at the time.” Knuckles let a sorrowful smile cross his lips.

“You…you remind me of him…greatly…”

He felt the need to pause, allowing his eyes to drift shut. He took a moment to gather himself. To feel. To miss. To grieve.

Another nudge into his elbow interrupted his attempt at calm and he cracked his eye watching the wolf attempt to push his head through the crook of his arm. Knuckles pulled his lips together and gave a soft shake of the head, then lifted his arm allowing the dog to move forward, laying his head in the echidna’s lap, tail beating happily against the trunk of the tree.

“I’m sorry.” Tom said softly, gazing gently at the boy. “About your father. I am beyond flattered that you think I’m similar.” Tom sighed and pushed himself a bit closer, laying a gentle hand on Knuckles’ shoulder. “I definitely understand now, why you keep yourself distanced.”

The echidna took a deep breath, the unexpected contact of a hand on his shoulder almost jarring. He tried to swallow down the guilt that rose with Tom’s words. His eyes drifted closed, as if shutting out the world would shut out the pain.

“I…” he started, getting choked on the lump ever present in his throat. “I…apologize.”

He felt a shift next to him, causing him to pull his eyes back open. Tom had nudged himself slightly closer, his penetrating blue eyes looking toward and meeting purple. He gave Knuckles a soft smile and let out a soft breath.

“First off, you will not apologize.” He started, his voice soft but firm. “You are allowed to have your feelings and with something this big, it can be hard to figure them out.”

Tom shifted his arm further, now resting across the echidna’s shoulders. Knuckles tried to remember to breathe.

“Second, I just want you to know…the last thing I want to do is replace your father. You loved him and you lost him so young. You are still grieving the loss. And you never have to think of me that way, not if you don’t want to. There is no pressure with our relationship.”

Knuckles lowered his head shamefully. Feelings are not something he allowed to take him over, and yet, his feeling had dictated a distance between him and the man next to him. A distance that Tom didn’t deserve.

Knuckles finally found the courage to meet Tom’s eyes at his words. Eyes that held nothing but truth, concern, and understanding.

“I…I do appreciate that.” the lost boy answered truthfully. “Though I feel I do not deserve your patience.”

The hand on Knuckle’s shoulder gave it a squeeze. Knuckles swallowed hard, a tightness in his chest forming. But when he finally trained his gaze back up, a smile met him, reassuring and ever present.

“You deserve everything.” Tom answered. “You’re a great kid, Knuckles. And I’m so happy we were able talk about this. “Thank you…for being so honest with me.”

The arm that lay around his shoulders, pulled him into a one sided hug. A warm feeling overtook him and he found himself leaning into the safety it promised.

“Thank you, Tom. For everything.”

The grin on Tom’s face widened at his words.

They sat quietly for a time. A man, his son, and their dog. They let the quiet of the forest settle over them, bringing a new calm, a new understanding. But all calm must come to an end, in the form of a wayward wolf that began to chase a few of the rustling leaves, introducing a new form of chaos. Tom chuckled.

“Ready to go home, Red?” he asked, pulling himself to his feet and reaching a hand down toward the boy. “I believe a pancake lesson still awaits.”

Knuckles let a soft smile form on his lips and he reached up to gently take the offered hand.

“I would like that…Tom.”

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Sunday morning started like any other. Knuckles rose early, quietly making his way from the attic so as not to disturb his sleeping brothers. He made his way to the roof and sat, cross legged, turning his face toward the rising sun. A ritual that he had come to enjoy, gaining a moment of peace before the house exploded into action.

But today held a greater excitement than normal. Tom was going to teach him how to make pancakes. He was going to get to help make breakfast for the first time. Sunday wasn’t even a normal day for the fine delicacy, but his chief had made an exception just for Knuckles so they could pick up where they left off yesterday morning.

His lesson would be starting soon. But now, now he could take in the quiet of the emerging day. A gentle breeze tickled his quills and he took a deep inhale of the chilly morning air.

He could imaging his fathers soft fingers running through his quills. A deep embrace with the warmth of the rising sun. A hand lifting his chin with the current of the wind.

And Knuckles didn’t feel melancholy or lost. He didn’t feel angry and scared. Knuckles felt peace. And with that feeling he pulled himself to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. There were pancakes to be made.

@year-of-the-echidna

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles wachowski #tom wachowski #memory #dealing with grief #year of the echidna

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yanderes-galore · 15 hours ago

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Fandom: Demon Slayer

Character: Kokushibo

Intentions:Romantic/Platonic

Notes: With a demon slayer! S/o. Maybe he'd try to “convince” f̶o̶r̶c̶e̶ them to become a demon?

Thank you very much!

Sure! Been a while since I finished the Demon Slayer manga so I hope things are accurate. I did HCs since nothing was specified.

Yandere! Kokushibo with Slayer! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Forced demon conversion, Violence, Blood, Slight gore, Forced companionship/relationship.

The thought of him with a Demon Slayer obsession is... oddly fitting?

Normally a slayer obsession and a Demon wouldn't work all that well.

However, Kokushibo is known to enjoy a challenge.

His whole life he's been chasing strength, wanting to be stronger and fight foes.

He and his brother created the breathing techniques of demon slayers.

There's a good chance, no matter what one you have, Kokushibo will be able to read it.

All techniques are similar to one another in different ways.

Even if you made your own, Kokushibo would be able to pick up on what you sampled from based on your teachings.

I actually think Kokushibo would find more entertainment in the fact you made your own.

You'd give him a challenge to figure out and a new battle experience.

Battle is something Kokushibo understands.

Kokushibo would enjoy a demon slayer obsession because he can test them.

Kokushibo has always had a strange fixation on legacy.

He feels successors are needed to be properly remembered.

He chose to be a demon for strength, to be stronger... to be remembered.

There's a good chance you would spark the thing he has for legacy.

He would most likely want to see if you're strong enough to learn from him.

He doesn't seem to have an outright hatred for slayers.

He may not like humans, but he still respects a good fighter.

Kokushibo's obsession actually doesn't start until you fight him.

It's then as a slayer, perhaps even a Hashira, you prove to him that you learned well.

Granted, you can't kill him...

Although, you manage to be strong enough to cut him a few times.

All, if not most, are clean cuts.

Unfortunately, you could never get a clean cut on his neck.

Kokushibo's obsession would begin because he's impressed with what you managed to do with breathing techniques.

Now, you could make a fine fighter if you let him help you.

The issue is... most slayers are very prideful.

There's a good chance you aren't going to willingly allow yourself to be made a demon.

You aren't fighting to necessarily get stronger, you're fighting to make life safer for humanity.

How noble... yet it's such a fragile and weak mindset.

I like to imagine Kokushibo allows you to flee a couple times just to fight you again.

It's been a long time since he's felt oddly... excited to fight someone.

He will wait to propose a deal with you.

In fact, he even tells you during some fights he enjoys clashing swords.

You're great entertainment.

Even while he listens to Muzan's words, he finds himself wondering when you'll fight again.

Your style and determination has captivated him...

If only you saw the bigger picture.

One battle you're going to falter.

Each time you think you can read him, he unveils a new Moon Breathing technique.

You'll push yourself too hard... allowing him to get the upper hand...

Then you'll disarm you... probably literally.

It's then Kokushibo forces you into his proposition.

You've proven yourself to him countless times... so...

He offers you immortality and strength, in return for your loyalty to Muzan.

He'll even take you as his apprentice if you accept.

The entire time you're bleeding... arm gone in one swipe as Kokushibo points his bloody blade at your throat.

He acts like this is a decision... That you can choose this...

In reality, his desires have made the choice for you.

Even if you bleed out, tell him no, try to die on him...

He'll force you to take his blood... Muzan's blood.

Truth is, he's quite attached to this slayer.

Even as you grin and tell him to go to Hell... blood gushing from your severed limb and coating the floor...

Kokushibo quietly tilts your head to the side, a clawed hand cutting your skin more... until he cuts his own.

Even if you realize what's happening, you can't fight it.

He's careful on the amount, checking to make sure the transformation goes right.

By the end of it he plans to have another loyal follower to Muzan, and hopefully some form of legacy.

You'll hate him, it may even force fights between you.

Yet Kokushibo doesn't mind, he's always been rather reserved.

Your fights provide more chances to learn your style and break you down.

You'll realize your place soon....

He should have killed you, unfortunately...

He likes you too much to give up his sparring partner.

You're no longer a slayer, you're a demon like him.

Yet you can still be a swordsman.

Kokushibo takes you under his wing once Muzan accepts it.

You are then trained to be his apprentice, to learn your new abilities and hone your old ones.

If he's platonic, it's a bond between teacher and student.

If he's romantic, then he not only treats you as an apprentice... but his lover.

After all, you're strong enough for the title.

Even if you hate it.

Kokushibo is often reserved and cold.

The only time he expresses anything else is with you.

Now, as a demon, you won't ever need to stop battling.

Eventually you'll accept your new life of immortality, maybe even climb the ranks.

Kokushibo feels oddly... prideful once he makes you his.

Through Muzan's blood, you are now connected.

Even if you were fully prepared to accept your death... Kokushibo took that away from you...

Now you two will be able to fight endlessly, skills growing stronger... along with his obsessive tendencies towards you.

#yandere demon slayer #yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere kokushibo #yandere kokushibo x reader

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r1elle · 4 hours ago

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a different type of affection | a. miya

throughout your relationship, there were times where atsumu had questioned your love for him.

your expressions seemed almost… ‘smaller’ than his. your words lacked the sweet sayings that his sentences would often have.

the way you’d glare at him whenever he did something annoying (did you not find it funny? he only meant well..),

the amount of times you’d tell him to get off of you whenever he would be drenched with sweat after practices (when all he wanted to do was hug you after a long day),

or the fact that you get too hot when cuddling and eventually let go of him (is it so much of a hassle to stay in his hold?)

but the more that atsumu stuck around, the more that he had noticed the details.

the quiet chuckle and relieved smile that you’d silently give after staring at him—indicating that whatever ridiculous thing he did was the first thing to leave a positive impression on your tiresome day.

the way that, even with the amount of times you’ve complained about him being ‘dirty’, you were always the first one to throw yourself onto his sweaty figure after every game, hugging him regardless of if he had won or not.

the light kiss that you’d plant on his forehead whenever you left his hold, purposely not putting too much pressure so as to not wake him—and how you’d slightly panic when he’d grumble to himself even just a little bit.

and if anyone were to tell him that there would be so much more realizations about you and your ways of showing love, he would’ve felt like less of an idiot in the long run.

so much things became clearer to him.

the way his baby picture was the main picture in your wallet.

the way your onigiri started to ‘coincidentally’ taste exactly how osamu’s did—just how atsumu liked it.

the way his favourite toothpaste suddenly became your toothpaste after he once commented how he didn’t like the taste of your old one.

the way how, when once passing by a room in your house, the sound effects of the video game he had excitedly introduced to you was suddenly being heard, despite the fact that you both had to stop playing the other day because of how bad you were.

and how you were oddly decent at it the next day when you told him you wanted to “try playing a second time”.

honestly? this wasn’t even the whole of it. not even close.

if there was ever something atsumu regretted within the course of your relationship, it was the fact that he was once in the belief that it was solely him ‘putting the effort’.

there was never a need to question your love.

not at all, not ever.

and atsumu made it an everyday vow to never make you doubt, either.

— “i love you.”

“eh?”

“what? i love you.”

“that was random.”

“cant i profess my love?”

“we’re quite literally in an insurance office…?”

“so?”

“…”

“i love you too.”

made this in honour of the fl’s who’s display of love is never talked abt by the fandom bc the ml overshadows them 🙏🏽

guys are u tired of me making atsumu imagines yes or no (don’t say yes pleas)

I WANNA WRITE FOR A DIFFERENT CHARACTER SOON💔.. after exams guys trust.

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lilith0fthevalley · 1 day ago

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{I did a little drabble I hope that's ok! If not, let me know and I would be happy to remove it!!}

The mission briefing had just wrapped, and the quiet hum of conversation filled the room as agents filed out. Leon lingered at the table, his easy smile in place as he shuffled through a few papers. His demeanor was as it always had been: calm, approachable, effortlessly professional.

But something was off.

You couldn’t put your finger on it at first—it was subtle, the kind of thing you might brush off if you weren’t paying attention. Maybe it was the way his fingers lingered just a second too long as he adjusted his sleeves, or the way his posture seemed… too perfect, like he was holding himself together just a little too tightly.

“Leon,” you called softly, stepping closer. He looked up, his smile warm, his eyes crinkling just enough to sell his usual charm. “You good?”

“Of course,” he said, his voice steady, reassuring. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

But as you moved closer, you caught it—a faint tremor in his hand as he pushed the papers aside. He noticed your gaze and quickly shoved his hands into his pockets, his smile never faltering.

“You look tired,” you offered, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Long mission,” he replied smoothly. “But nothing I can’t handle.”

That’s when you saw it—a flicker of movement under the collar of his shirt. At first, you thought it was a trick of the light, but then you saw it again, unmistakable: something shifting beneath his skin, like a shadow crawling under the surface.

Your stomach dropped.

“Leon…” you started, your voice shaking slightly, “are you sure you’re okay?”

He froze for just a moment, and that was when you saw it—the faintest twitch in the corner of his mouth, a crack in the perfect mask.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked again, but this time, his voice had an edge to it, a sharpness that wasn’t there before.

The air between you felt heavy now, charged with something you couldn’t name. His eyes held yours, and for the first time, you realized there was something off about them too. They weren’t cold, but they weren’t warm either. They were too still, too calculating.

“I—” you started, but you didn’t get to finish.

Leon’s smile widened, too wide to be natural, and for the briefest moment, you swore you saw something shift behind his eyes—something ancient, predatory.

“Hey,” he said, his tone dropping into something softer, almost conspiratorial. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”

But the way he stepped closer, the way his presence seemed to fill the space between you, told you that wasn’t true.

And then, as he adjusted his sleeve, you saw it: the faintest glint of green, like a vine retreating beneath his skin, disappearing before you could fully process it.

You took a step back, your pulse racing, but Leon’s hand darted out, gently clasping your arm. His grip was firm, unyielding, but his expression was all concern.

“Everything okay?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his voice dripping with sincerity.

But all you could focus on was the way his thumb brushed against your arm, the faint impression of something crawling just beneath his skin.

You swallow and nod. “Y/N!” A voice calls from a different room. You don’t take your eyes off Leon and force a smile. “I… I gotta go check on… that. I’ll talk to you later? We can check in again then….”

Leon’s eyes narrow, just slightly, as though he’s trying to read between the lines of your shaky response. But then that ever-so-perfect smile returns, soft and reassuring, and his hand loosens on your arm—though not before his thumb sweeps one final time over your skin.

“Of course,” he says, his tone calm, understanding. “We’ll catch up later.”

You force a nod, your heart pounding in your chest as you back away slowly, your every instinct screaming at you to not turn your back on him. The moment you’re out of arm’s reach, you spin on your heel and stride toward the door, willing your legs to carry you without trembling.

“Y/N,” Leon calls after you, his voice light but laced with something you can’t quite place. “Take care of yourself, okay? You’re looking a little… pale.”

The hair on the back of your neck stands on end. You don’t stop, don’t even glance over your shoulder. You push through the doorway into the adjoining room, your chest heaving as you gulp in air like you’d been holding your breath the entire time.

You hear the faint sound of footsteps behind you, deliberate and slow, and you freeze.

“Hey, is everything—”

The voice from before cuts off as you whip around, holding a finger to your lips and signaling them to stay quiet. Your coworker—Marcus—blinks at you, confusion and concern written across his face.

“Marcus,” you whisper, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the far corner of the room. “We need to go. Now.”

“What? Why? Did something happen?”

“I’ll explain later, but we can’t stay here.” You glance nervously toward the doorway, half-expecting Leon to appear any second. “Please, just trust me.”

Marcus hesitates, looking between you and the door, but the urgency in your tone convinces him. “Okay,” he says finally, nodding. “But if something’s wrong, we need to report it.”

You shake your head, gripping his arm tighter. “No. Not yet. We just need to get out of here.”

As you lead him toward the exit, you feel that same prickling sensation crawling up your spine, the undeniable feeling of being watched. You don’t dare look back, but you can feel it—his eyes on you, boring into you from somewhere unseen.

And then, just as you reach the threshold, a voice cuts through the air, smooth and honeyed.

“Leaving already?”

You freeze, your stomach twisting into knots. Slowly, you turn to find Leon standing in the doorway, his expression perfectly neutral but his eyes glinting with something dangerous.

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” he adds, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Marcus shifts uncomfortably beside you, glancing between the two of you. “Uh, we were just heading out to—”

“Stay,” Leon interrupts, his gaze never leaving yours. His voice is gentle, coaxing, but there’s no mistaking the command in it. “I insist.”

Your blood runs cold as you realize you’ve made a mistake. Whatever chance you had to leave quietly is gone now.

You clench your jaw and take a step back, but Marcus steps forward. "Hey Leon, did you happen to take a look at that mission report I sent your way? I just don't feel like the wording really... Does it justice..." Marcus speaks calmly, completely unaware of the change in the man before the two of you.

Leon’s once cerulean eyes flick to Marcus, his smile unwavering but faintly tight at the edges, as though amused by the man’s obliviousness. He tilts his head, just slightly, and slides his hands into his pockets with an air of casual ease that makes your stomach churn.

“I did, Marcus,” Leon replies smoothly, his tone so polite it feels unnatural. “It was thorough. I appreciate your attention to detail.” His gaze shifts back to you, pinning you in place with its weight. “Though I have to admit, I think there are… other things we should focus on right now, don’t you?”

Marcus doesn’t catch the edge in his words, nodding along like everything’s fine. “Of course, of course. But you know me—always second-guessing myself. Maybe you could take another look? I think the section on foreign operatives—”

“Marcus,” Leon says, his voice soft but sharp enough to slice through the room. It’s enough to make the man falter, his words drying up mid-sentence. “I’ll take care of it later. Right now, I think Y/N and I have something to… discuss.”

The way he says your name makes your skin crawl, a subtle but unmistakable warning.

“I don’t think she’s feeling well,” Marcus says, glancing at you with concern. “Maybe I should—”

“No need,” Leon cuts him off, his smile widening just enough to make it unsettling. “I’ll take care of her.”

Your throat tightens, your instincts screaming at you to get out of there. Marcus, bless him, takes a hesitant step closer to you, his brows furrowed.

“Y/N,” he says gently, “do you want me to stay?”

You want to scream at him to run, to get out before Leon turns his attention fully on him, but all you can do is shake your head. “It’s fine,” you manage to force out, your voice trembling. “You should go. I’ll… catch up later.”

Leon’s smile grows, his teeth flashing like a predator’s. “See? She’ll be just fine.”

Marcus hesitates, clearly unsure, but your frantic eyes must convince him. He nods slowly, glancing between you and Leon one last time before turning to leave.

The moment he’s gone, Leon’s smile drops, and the room feels colder, smaller. He takes a step closer, the shadows seeming to cling to him like an extension of his being.

“Now,” he murmurs, his voice as smooth as silk but with a sinister undercurrent, “where were we?”

You swallow. "You aren't... Leon... Are you." You hear yourself ask quietly, keeping a shaky hand on the door handle.

Leon tilts his head, the shadows playing tricks with the angles of his face. For a brief moment, his expression flickers—too quick to place, too unnatural to ignore. His lips curl into a smile, but it’s wrong, stretching wider than it should, his teeth catching the dim light like ivory daggers.

“Am I not?” he asks, his voice so smooth it makes your stomach churn. He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his hands still in his pockets. “I look like him. Sound like him. Hell, I even feel like him, don’t I?”

His words slither into your ears, and you press harder against the door, your knuckles white on the handle.

“But,” Leon continues, his tone taking on a mocking lilt, “you’re not stupid, are you? That little voice in your head is screaming, isn’t it? Telling you to run, to fight, to do anything but stay here with me.”

Your breathing hitches as he stops just a few steps away, close enough for you to see the faint twitch of something beneath his skin. A vine-like shape shifts under the surface, trailing lazily along his neck before disappearing into his collar.

“You’re right, by the way,” he murmurs, leaning forward just enough to make you flinch. His breath is cold, not warm like it should be. “I’m not Leon. At least, not the Leon you knew. He’s… somewhere in here.” He taps his temple with a casual finger, the motion almost playful. “But I’m the one in control now.”

He straightens, his smile growing sharper. “So, what’s it going to be, sweetheart? Are you going to open that door and try to run?” His eyes flash with something inhuman, and his smile drops into something far darker. “Or do we skip the chase and get to the part where you finally stop pretending you can escape me?”

wanna photosynthesize together? that was rhetorical. you will eat the sun and you will like it.

had to "sketch" the idea of leon having vines growing under his skin and... got carried away!

au where leon gets "possessed" by an evil tree that's actually just a really fucked up bioweapon that may have accidentally became an invasive species <:3 teehee whoopsies.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #i love this concept #plant BOW AU

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