#and by talking to a guy that has a crush on me

[cheeseceli]

Their crush covers their song

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn! Idol reader

Genre: fluff, reactions, extra delusional

Request: could you do their reaction to their idol crush doing a dance cover of their choreography with their group during a variety show?

Warnings: DELUSIONAL, reader is an idol, that's it

A/n: i changed the prompt very very slightly but the main idea remains | daily click

Bang Chan

‌Congratulations, you are now an idol

‌Which means that in this scenario, you and your group went to a variety show to promote your new comeback

‌Congrats on the comeback!!

‌And overall, you and your members were just having fun and doing a lot of games with the hosts

‌But then! A very interesting game showed up

‌The one where someone had to dance and the rest of the members would have to guess the choreo according to the sound of the footsteps

‌To make it easier, every member was dancing a choreo from your own group

‌And as Bang Chan was watching the video, he was finding it all very fun and cute

‌But then it's your turn to dance while you are facing your members' back

‌And you starts to dance a choreo that he is sure that does not belong to your group

‌Because it's a stray kids' dance

‌S-class actually

‌He has to repeat that part of the video a few times to understand that you ARE dancing his song

‌And the members guessed the song right away because apparently you recently learnt the footwork and has repeating it all the time

‌To the point your members knew the sound of the footsteps (!!)

‌He is now giggling and asking himself how to finally talk to you after this

Because trust me, he will find a way to finally approach you after this video

Lee Know

‌I think he is a bit traumatised when it comes to people covering skz songs lmao

‌I always have flashbacks to that live he reacts to boys planet

‌So he was low-key scared when he saw the thumbline of your group covering thunderous in a new stage

‌Don't get him wrong !!

‌He absolutely loves your group (and you cough cough) and he is aware you guys are like super talented

‌But as I said, traumatised

‌So he is kinda skeptical at first

‌Until I.N sends him a text like "yo your crush sang your part in the cover"

‌After knowing that, he can guarantee he never clicked so fast in a video before

‌Safe to say he was surprised to know your group did the song its deserved justice

‌And he audibly giggled at you doing his parts

‌(And if you're the one who did the laugh at the second chorus, better believe he repeated that part THOUSANDS of times)

Changbin

‌So for this let's imagine you and a few members of your group were doing a live

‌And you guys decided to play kpop random dance

‌Just like that Baekhyun live! hehe

‌As Changbin is your #1 fan, ofc he'd be watching that live

‌He was smiling all the way through because you guys were having so much fun and it was genuinely nice to watch it

‌He was also probably dancing along

‌And then ! Chk chk boom starts playing

‌And you know the chorus

‌You dance the ending like a pro

‌But you also dance THE changbin rap

‌The part where he rolls the r like rrrrrr yk

‌Anyways

‌HE IS SO HAPPY

‌Genuinely impressed because he wouldn't expect you to know so much of the choreo and also

‌Even when you're playing around you still dance so well

‌He just knows he chose the right person to be his bias

‌Starts spamming the live comments section (anonymously) asking you who's your bias in Skz

‌He just couldn't lose the opportunity yk 💔

Hyunjin

‌Did you just... Give him the best opportunity ever to finally talk to you?

‌Cause he's been waiting to have the chance to approach you for MONTHS

‌But then he suddenly wakes up to the news that your group covered God's Menu

‌In South Korea this can only mean one thing

‌please tell me you got the joke 💔

‌Anyways

‌First, he watched that clip of your group (and your fancams!!) so many times YouTube probably thinks he's a bot

‌Second, if you covered his parts, he is totally sure that you guys are actually soulmates and you should get married. If you covered someone else's part, this person will be the victim of his side eyes for the rest of the week.

‌Third, HE HAS AN EXCUSE TO TALK TO YOU !!!

‌He can just randomly approach you and say "hey I really liked your cover, thank you for covering us so well ☺️"

‌And hopefully you fall in love right there

Han

‌Okay so let's say you have this sorta tradition you do

‌That basically, from time to time, you cover a song in your group's YouTube channel

‌Pretty much his favourite event ever

‌And this time you covered twilight ✨

‌According to you, this song was your favourite from skz new album and you couldn't help but repeat it all the time

‌Not me self inserting here

‌And then

‌When he saw the title of the video, he hadn't even thought that it was THE twilight

‌It could've been from any other artist

‌But then the beginning of the song is oddly familiar

‌His eyes WIDEN when he realises you're covering skz

‌And now that's the only song he ever plays when he is on the car with the members

‌They are getting war flashbacks now from how much they were forced to listen to your cover 💔

‌But Han couldn't be happier

Felix

‌Out of all their songs he expected people to cover, he didn't think your group would decide to cover Freeze

‌That one song is intense

‌So first he was surprised

‌Later he was impressed

‌You guys have done such a GREAT job

‌If you covered his rap, he is 10000% more in love with you

‌But even if you didn't

‌He is still so in shock that you captured the essence of the song so well, specially if your group's concept is not that similar to skz

‌Not that he ever doubted it but anyways

‌Watches ALL tiktoks edits of that performance

‌You are all that show up in his fyp for the next five business days

‌And maybe even approaches you like Hyunjin had planned, but without that much overthinking lmao

Seungmin

‌Okay so since we are already being delusional

‌Your group is making a comeback and YOU were invited to Lee Mujin program as a way to promote the new song

‌One of the songs you decided to sing was cover me

‌And let me tell you something

‌Just when Seungmin thought he couldn't love that song more

‌You just made cover me even more special to him

‌Lowkey saves every single video of you singing that song

‌Specially his high note

‌And as a coincidence ofc he posts something on Instagram with cover me as the chosen song

‌But it was a coincidence

‌Trust

I.N

‌Well, since I miss pink hair I.N

‌Your group was covering the one and only case 143 song

‌Very cute choreo with very nice vocals

‌Everything was just really cute

‌And I.N was almost dying when he found out

‌I believe one of the boys would tell him something like "did you know your crush is gonna cover one of our songs"

‌And Jeonging did not believe that not one bit

‌Because the boys loved to tease him about that

‌But then that ended up being truthful

‌And he probably only watched the performance once because that was enough to make him malfunction

‌He'd think about that all the time but, in order to appear normal, he was tryna chill

‌Until your group released a behind the scenes video of you guys learning the case 143 dance

‌And he thought it would be okay for him to watch it

‌Until you compliment I.N's performance skills and tell the cameraman you looked up to him

‌Best jumpscare of his life

‌He's never gonna watch anything of your group ever again😭 (lies)

Masterlist | you'll probably like: meeting a pretty fan

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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[moviecritc]

✦ ˚ : · NOBODY'S DAUGHTER · : ˚ ✦

pairing ☆ batsis!reader x dick grayson (platonic), roy harper x reader (implied relationship)

word count ☆ 2.8K

summary ☆ after holding all your feelings, you finally confront your brother about everything he has done to your life after jason's funeral.

warnings ☆ AU where Dick knew Jason had died and didn't attend to the funeral deliberately, kinda neglected batsis, you are blood related to Jason (and look like him physically) you are part of the Titans, I probably made some things up, let's just vibe with it. Also this is pure angst, absolutely none comfort, mentions of death, funerals, cigarettes

a/n ☆ i got super inspired by seeing the ending of season 4 of The Bear, when Carmy says that he leaves the restaurant and Richie and Syd crash out. Also if you guys like it MAYBE i do a part two

main masterlist | letterboxd

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Roy raised his voice louder than you could handle, and you flailed your hands in frustration.

You were in the roof of Titans Tower while everyone else argued inside over which movie to watch on your first free night in weeks. You and Roy had stepped out for a smoke. At first, it was just that, now you were caught in a fight you didn’t know how to get out of.

"Exactly that," you shrugged with a grimace. "I'm leaving."

"Why?"

Roy’s jaw was tight, and he was smoking faster than usual.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been on the team, but Roy had been by your side from the very beginning. He knew Jason almost as well as you did, and he’d never treated you differently after the incident. The two of you had become friends in a strange, roundabout way, and now he was the person you cared about most on the team. He'd spend hours in your room when you didn’t feel like going out with the rest, always managing to convince you in the end, because he’d be there, and everything was a thousand times better when he was. You couldn’t bring yourself to say you loved him. No one knew. But you did.

"Because I don’t know how to do anything else," you snapped, sniffing and taking a cigarette from the pack in Roy’s hand. You pulled your lighter from your pocket and struggled with it for a moment until the wind finally cooperated.

Roy sighed, pulling off his cap and running a hand through his bright orange hair.

"What the hell does that even mean?" he asked, pleading.

Roy thought he knew you. He knew you were weird (in the best way), that you had hundreds of issues you’d never talked about and that your social skills were practically non-existent. But you’d let him in. You’d shown him a piece of what went on inside your head, and he’d embraced it, kissed the scar. But now he didn’t understand anything you were doing.

"I’ve spent too long fighting knock-off villains, burying my thoughts in punches, ignoring how bad I really am," you swallowed. "How broken it left me."

"Then talk to me," he reached out a little, and you stepped back. "Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me how bad it is. You don’t have to hide."

"It’s not that simple, Roy." you bit the inside of your cheek, watching the ash fall onto your shoe.

Roy clicked his tongue and looked away. You felt cold, like a terrible person, dragging him into this unnecessary fight.

"Nothing’s simple with you." he muttered tensely.

"I don’t know how to do anything else, okay? I don’t know how to live outside of this chaotic mess."

Roy frowned, took one last drag, and flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it underfoot. He didn’t say anything. Just stared at you like he could force you to stay with his eyes. Like if he stared hard enough, leaving would hurt more than staying. But he didn’t understand, it already hurt.

"And walking away from everything’s gonna fix it?" he finally asked. His voice was lower now, more controlled. It cut through you. Like it hurt him to even ask. Like he was reluctantly accepting he had no say in your choice. "What the hell are you gonna tell Dick?"

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, not daring to lift your head all the way.

"Dick only let me on the team out of pity."

"Pity?" Roy let out a bitter laugh. "Are you listening to yourself? You see yourself as a victim. You think we all see you that way, like someone who needs fixing. But that’s not true… I don’t see you that way, dammit. And- and you belong here. Donna and Kory adore you..."

"I don’t even know what I’m trying to fix anymore," you said quietly. "Jason’s dead. Bruce only talks to me through Dick. And I’m giving whatever I’ve got left, and no one sees that there’s barely anything left."

You tried not to hold it against Bruce, how he wouldn’t talk to you. How he couldn’t look you in the eye. Everyone said your eyes looked like Jason’s. Same look, same nose, same stance. Even your voices were alike.

Roy shook his head, fast, frustrated.

"You’re not Jason" he said, voice trembling with pent-up rage. "You’re not your brother. No one expects you to be."

You hugged your arms around yourself, like that might keep everything in. The need to cry, the need to scream that you knew that, but it killed you to live in the spaces Jason had left behind.

"I’m not trying to be. No one left me another choice."

Roy stepped closer, jaw clenched and brow furrowed.

"I don’t believe you. Not after everything you’ve done, everything you’ve fought for- for others, for yourself. You can’t say no one gave you a choice when you’ve always had one: to stay. To keep going. To speak up."

"For what? So I can keep being the shadow of someone who’s not here anymore?"

"You’re not a shadow!"

Roy grabbed your wrists, gently but firmly, forcing you to lift your head. To look at him. To stop hiding behind that tiny voice you only used when you were about to break.

"What if I don’t know who I am without him?" you confessed. And it felt like you’d ripped something out of your chest with your bare hands.

Roy looked at you like he wanted to say a thousand things at once. Like it hurt not being able to piece your heart back together himself.

One tear fell down your cheek. "I hate being here, Roy. I hate having to follow Dick’s orders, I hate that he won’t let me kill the Joker, I hate that he calls me his sister in front of everyone and ignores me every time we’re alone."

Roy let go like your words burned him. He stepped back, hands in his hair, frowning.

"So what, you’re running away because Dick’s a self-righteous asshole? Surprise!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. "We all hate him sometimes, but that doesn’t give you the right to quit. To leave us."

"I’m not leaving you," you snapped, hurt. "I’m saving myself."

"From what?" he roared, wounded. "From us? From me?"

"From myself!" you screamed back, shaking. "From this version of me that drags herself through the halls waiting for someone to tell her she’s not completely broken! I’m sick of living with Jason’s ghost and pretending I’m okay just because I have the same damn last name!"

Roy was about to reply when the rooftop door burst open. Dick stepped out with a calm smile, unaware of everything.

"Hey, we’re waiting on you guys," he said, pressing his lips together. He looked at you first, your trembling lip and a tear on your cheek, then at Roy, already on his third cigarette, not looking at either of you. "Everything alright?"

You didn’t try to answer.

"She’s leaving." Roy said, nodding at you.

You sighed and finally lifted your head.

"What? You’re what?" Dick asked again, hand on his hip.

"I’m leaving, Dick. I’m done. Don’t ask again like you didn’t hear me." you snapped, voice broken but firm.

Dick blinked, unmoving. That damn Nightwing face again, like nothing could affect him. Like it was just another mission. Like you were just another mission.

"And this decision… you made it on your own?"

"I don’t need your approval to make decisions, Dick."

"That’s not it," he replied, sharp. "It’s just, when you’re part of a team, those decisions affect others. You’re part of this team. I thought you knew that."

"Me? Part of the team? Do you even know what being part of something means, Dick? Or do you just know how to lead it?"

It hit him. You saw it. A subtle flinch, like he didn’t expect that from you, of all people.

"I don’t know what the hell you want me to say," he muttered, low but sharp. "That I should beg you to stay? Hug it out and lie that everything’s going to be fine? Because I’m not that guy."

"I know," you whispered. "That’s why I’m leaving."

Roy lowered his head. Dick huffed through his nose and took a step closer.

"You can’t just walk away. Not without talking it through. Not without- without explaining. You don’t get to break something just because you’re broken."

"And what the hell do you know about what I’m breaking?" you said through clenched teeth. "You weren’t there when Jason died. Not for me. You went around telling everyone you’d look after me like a brother. All you did was keep me at arm’s length like I was about to explode."

"Because I didn’t know how to help you without breaking myself too!" Dick suddenly yelled, and Roy flinched at the outburst.

Silence.

The wind whispered around the rooftop, and the murmurs from inside the Tower felt like they came from another planet.

"I lost him too," Dick continued, quieter, jaw clenched. "And I barely held it together. All I knew how to do was lead. Give orders. Keep going. And you… you reminded me of everything I couldn’t protect. And I couldn’t look at you without feeling like I failed him."

"You did," you said softly. "You failed me too."

Dick nodded once. Slow. Pained.

"I know."

You crossed your arms, trembling. Wanting to stop this conversation but unable to.

Dick walked over to Roy, grabbed the cigarette pack and took one.

"What the hell, Dick?" Roy blinked. "You don’t smoke."

"I know," he muttered, cigarette between his lips, fingers fumbling with the lighter. "Fuck."

He gave them back to Roy, eyes down. Silence returned. Roy looked between you and Dick, trying to understand. You stared at the ground, dirty sneakers, crushed cigarette butts, nail marks on your arms.

"I went to the funeral."

You swore your heart stopped. You remembered the day—five people had attended Jason’s funeral. Six, if you counted the preacher. And Dick hadn’t been one of them. You’d never talked about it, but you held a grudge after Barbara told you Dick hadn’t gone because he couldn’t bear it. Because the loss felt too heavy.

You never thought you could hate someone more than you did after that talk with Babs. Until now. Dick kept proving he could crush every expectation.

"You’re a fucking liar, Dick Grayson." you stepped closer, grabbing his shirt, pulling him so your foreheads touched. "You should’ve been in that warehouse instead of Jason."

Roy took a step forward, alarmed, but didn’t intervene. Not yet.

Dick didn’t move. Didn’t push you. Just looked you in the eyes, lips trembling, your rage clinging to his skin like static.

"Say it again," he whispered. "Say it if it helps. If it makes you feel better."

"It doesn’t help at all!" you broke. Rage poured from your eyes, hands, voice. You pushed his chest with both hands, not hard, just desperate.

"I sat in the car," Dick muttered. "I couldn’t bring myself to go in."

"Oh, poor little Dickie, couldn’t say goodbye to someone who wasn’t even his fucking brother!" your voice rose with every word. "If I could do it, if I could watch my little brother be buried six feet under, so could you, you fucker!"

You pushed him again, fighting your tears.

"You’re a coward," you hissed.

Dick didn’t react. Didn’t deny it. Didn’t defend himself. He just stood there, taking it like a bullet to the chest. Closed his eyes for a second, like it hurt physically.

"You’re the one walking away." he said, looking down at you.

"Dick." Roy finally intervened, stepping forward. But before he could say more, you slapped Dick across the face.

He didn’t react at first. His head turned slightly with the hit, hair falling in his eyes. His expression tight, like the pain wasn’t physical but something deeper. He looked at you, not angry, not hateful. Like you were a shattered reflection.

"Don’t talk to me like you have the moral high ground of having buried him," he said at last, voice broken and trembling. "You don’t own pain."

That hurt worse than any shout, any accusation. Roy stared at the ground like this was killing him. Like he was witnessing something too intimate.

You took a step back, chest heaving like you’d run for miles. Your knuckles burned. Your eyes threatened to spill over again, but you wouldn’t cry, not in front of him.

"I don’t hate you." you said suddenly, surprising even yourself.

Dick looked up, confused.

"I wish I could," you continued, eyes on your hands. "I wish blaming you was enough to make me leave. But it’s not. Because if I hate you, I’d have to hate myself. And I already do enough of that."

Roy let out a shaky breath, half frustration, half fear.

"Then don’t go." he murmured, barely audible.

"I have nothing left here, Roy."

"You have me."

The silence that followed wasn’t tense. It was dense. Like the world paused to see if you’d answer.

"And that’s the only thing that hurts to leave," you whispered at last, more a confession than goodbye.

Roy pulled you into his arms without asking. You didn’t say anything. Just closed your eyes and let him hold you, knowing it was the last time.

Dick watched silently, fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t do anything more. He shouldn’t. He’d lost that right long ago.

"When you leave," he said from where he stood, "just promise me you’re doing more than running away."

You pulled back slightly from Roy, just enough to look over your shoulder at Dick.

"I’m not running. I’m finding a way to live that doesn’t kill me inside."

Dick nodded. No anger, just exhaustion.

"Then good luck."

Roy lifted his head from your shoulder, looking into your eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips to your forehead. You froze for a second, eyes closed, feeling that unmistakable gesture, so him, so full of warmth in the middle of this chaos. When he pulled away, you clung to him tighter, like he was your anchor.

"I won’t forget you," Roy whispered, like a vow. "And you won’t forget me."

You didn’t know what to say. Your voice was caught in your throat. You brushed your lips against his, tenderly.

Dick turned away, still standing tall, but softer now.

"If you leave, hold your head high," he said firmly, trying not to sound wounded. "No one here wants you to disappear, even if it feels that way."

Roy nodded, his hand still resting on your back, steady.

"And if you lose your way again… we’ll be here."

Silence settled again, gentler this time. The tears wanted out, but you held them back.

"Thank you," was all you could say.

[kanekisfavoritegf]

PERFECT LOVER:The Life of Nanami Kento the 35 Year Old Virgin

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SYNOPSIS: Kento Nanami, a 35-year-old introvert with a tendency to avoid social interactions, has made a conscious decision to steer clear of romantic entanglements. However, everything changes when he meets a new colleague at his birthday party, (Satoru's Idea). From the moment they meet, he is mesmerized, finding himself increasingly unable to resist her magnetic presence. Like taking a bite of forbidden fruit, he becomes ensnared by the allure, delving into a realm of infatuation and finding himself unable to break free. As he delves deeper into this newfound connection, Nanami begins to realize that he craves more than just a fleeting experience and yearns for more than just a fleeting taste of what she embodies.

Table of Contents

Author's Note 1.: HI HI was in the hospital and was finally able to edit last night but decided that I might as well post today for my husbands birthday!!!

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

CHAPTER EIGHT:

“You are not subtle at all.” Yuki whispered into your ear, catching you at your blatant ogling of Kento. He stood at the bar with Suguru, waiting to collect drinks while Satoru was somewhere in the crowd dancing.

“I haven’t the faintest of clues to what you are talking about.” You said back, tucking loose hair behind your ear, trying your best to ignore the heat that inched around your face.

“You are so fucking Kento,” Yuki borderline screamed, “You deflowed the kid.”

“What! No, I didn’t,” You spoke with such apparent defensiveness; it made Yuki smile harder.

“Well, why are you eye fucking him?”

“I could be eye fucking Suguru for all you know.”

Yuki snorted, “Well, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Eye fucking Suguru?” Yuki rolled her eyes at you.

“Who is eye fucking me?” Suguru appeared, sliding into the booth in which you and Yuki sat. On your side, leaving an annoyed Nanami standing at the edge of the table, waiting for Yuki to slide out so he could sit beside the wall, his favourite place whenever he was dragged out to clubs.

It was a very last-minute thing; if you had had it your way, you would have dragged Kento back home with you and teased him all night for his antics at work, but unfortunately, as soon as the two ended up leaving the office, Satoru called crying on the phone about needing a pick me up, to which Yuki had agreed to go with for you.

Kento had no real reason to be going; he wasn’t expected to show up. This wasn’t his kind of thing, and yet, he followed you to the club door and then inside. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if you were the reason he had decided to show up.

Now he sat across from you, knees brushing against yours every time you moved slightly. Each brief touch had you wetter by the second.

“No one is eye fucking you,” Yuki said, rolling her eyes at him, “Except the bartender, who can’t seem to keep her hands to herself.”

“Careful, Yuki, you sound jealous,” Your teasing only earned you a sharp glare from the other woman, 

“Do you really want to be talking right now?” Yuki’s comment earned you an eyebrow raise from Kento, who sipped his drink slowly. His leg slowly raked up and down yours, causing a quiet gasp to leave you.

“Ugh, there is no space for me,” Satoru pouted, sweaty but somehow still attractive, 

“Where the hell have you been?” Thankfully, Yuki turned her attention to Gojo, 

“Dancing, obviously,” Gojo rolled his eyes, trying to squeeze in next to Suguru, but it just wasn’t happening.

“Oi, stop.” Geto pushed Satoru back out, “I’ll crush Y/N.”

“Like you’d be against that.” Satoru drunkenly retorted, causing Kento to scowl and Suguru to freeze up for half a beat. 

“Don’t worry, guys,” You said, getting to your feet, “I want a shot. So you can take my spot.”

Once you were free from the booth, you took one glance at the table, more so at Nanami, who sat watching you right back.

It suddenly felt ten times hotter, even with your work blouse unbuttoned a little bit and your stockings off. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe.

Shots. That’s exactly what you needed.

“Two- No; Three shots of vodka, please.” You sighed, trying to ignore the rush of blood you felt throbbing at your pussy. You could feel his stare on you; it was electrifying. 

He seemed to be angry. Jealous even. You wanted to laugh in his face; you didn’t even have to do anything, and yet he was turning greener and greener by the second.

After downing your shots and trying your best not to cough them back up, you felt a little more relaxed, on your way to drunk even.

“You are one pretty little thing.” A man with a scar on his mouth leaned over your shoulder, “Wanna dance?” He looked dangerous, in a one-time thing hookup way, where he disappears in the middle of the night to go do shady things.

Still, you didn’t feel any excitement at the idea of going home with him. It was only when you caught sight of Kento’s intense glare that you felt a rush of adrenaline.

You took the scared man’s hand and let him take you deeper and deeper onto the club’s floor just to fuck with Kento.

You danced and lost yourself in the music, pretending it was Kento who had a tight grip only on our waist and not some stranger. The fantasy was killed, though, at the sound of his voice,

“Wanna go out for a smoke?” He asked, kissing your neck. Kento was nowhere to be seen, not even in the booth where Satoru and Geto sat, chatting up some girls. Yuki, was also gone, probably running off home to see her new boyfriend.

Sighing at the probability of Kento’s disappearance, you agreed, grabbing your coat and waving goodbye to your coworkers. You let the stranger take you outside. You had no intention of going home with the guy, just a cigarette before a long train home, where you would sit sexually frustrated and annoyed by the Nanami Kento. Him and his stupidly sexy stare.

You took two or three drags of Toji’s cigarette before he tossed it to the side and pushed you against the club’s wall, his lips on yours. At first, you kissed back, accepting his touch and trying to let yourself slip into the rhythm of him, but with every kiss and bite, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to sweeter, softer places, like the feeling of Kento’s lips against your skin. 

Toji’s hands ran over, and your body tried to let it happen, but like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit, it felt wrong. Yet you didn’t push him away; if anything, you pulled him closer. Toji was good at the whole kissing thing; not once did your teeth accidentally collide, or his hand fall into an awkward position. It was all so easy, too easy, and you couldn’t help but miss the small fumbles of Kento. 

“Huh?” Toji asked,

Shit. You had just whimpered out Kento’s name, loudly at that.

“Uh.” Not quite knowing what to say, some part of you was grateful to see Nanami walking towards you, a smirk painted on his face.

The other side of you was completely mortified at the fact that you had been caught saying his name with another man pressed against you.

“I am Kento.” That’s all he said before pulling you from under Toji and into his car.

If Toji had anything to say, he kept it to himself, turning back to the club and winking at a group of girls before approaching, sights set on someone new.

Glad to know the using was a mutual act.

No words needed to be spoken, and you already knew that he was driving to his house with no plans to drop you off.

***

Once you were passed his apartment door he began unbuttoning his shit slowly. Stopping right at the last button he looked up at you, eyes full of lust, anger, jealousy, and something eles you couldn't quite figure out just yet.

"Where to you want me?" He asked lowly.

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"Come on, you can beg better than that."

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CHAPTER NINE: LOADING...

[cbeargyu]

your fics are so good!!! my favs are dad!taehyun, demon king!jaemin, and popular!jaehyun. like omg the writing and characterization. the way your writing "voice" shifts to match the vibe of each fic. the smut is so good too! i'm obsessed with a well-written breeding kink 🤭

i couldn't help but imagine jaehyun and y/n to be that kind of high school sweetheart couple that go to college and are confident in their future together, graduate, immediately get married, and start their family young, and have multiple kids. the passionate smut, breeding kink, jaehyun's protective and possessive nature, y/n's detailed feelings of her crush just fits really well with that headcanon to me. they're just properly obsessed with e/o and dgaf what anyone is thinking. love that!!

daddy Jaehyun headcanons

notes: GIRL, I—😭 i’m speechless ⚰️ i loved it sm, like actually obsessed, this made my entire day. i went full delulu modeimagining i was the mother of his kids… like JAEHYUN PLEASE, TAKE MY WOMB 😭🍼 it’ll forever hurt knowing i’m not, because i know in my soul he’d be the best dad ever... so gentle, so hands-on, the type to make breakfast on sundays and fall asleep with a baby on his chest while you stand there watching him like 🥹💔 and obviously he’d be the favorite parent because hello?? he’s jaehyun. btw if you’re reading this, i hope you enjoy it as much as i painfully enjoyed writing this 🫠💘

jaehyun and you were that couple in high school everyone lowkey rolled their eyes at because you were too in love… but deep down, everyone knew you were endgame.

you went to the same college, moved in together freshman year, and never looked back. your relationship only got stronger with time.

graduation night? you had slow, emotional sex and jaehyun literally asked you to marry him while you were still in his arms. no ring yet, no big speech. just raw emotion and certainty.

you got married right after college and immediately started trying for kids — not because of pressure, but because you wanted that life together.

five kids later and jaehyun is still completely obsessed with you. like, can’t-keep-his-hands-off-you level obsessed.

he has such a huge breeding kink it’s actually insane. anytime you even mention babies, he gets this look in his eyes and you know you're not walking the next day.

during all your pregnancies, jaehyun’s overprotective side gets even worse. he’s clingy, always rubbing your belly, always asking if you've eaten, if you're tired, if you're okay.

sex while you're pregnant? his favorite. he gets extra soft but also somehow even filthier, whispering shit like, “look how full you are with my baby, fuck.”

you guys never grew out of that honeymoon phase — both of you still kiss like teenagers, still make out on the couch when the kids are asleep, still can’t keep your hands off each other.

jaehyun has this habit of pulling you into his lap when you're doing literally anything — feeding the baby, folding laundry, talking on the phone — just because he needs to touch you.

you still get butterflies around him, especially when he calls you “my girl” in that low voice he uses when he’s pissed or horny (or both).

both of you really dgaf what anyone thinks. kiss in public, post cheesy couple pics with captions like “still can’t believe she’s mine,” and basically live in your own little bubble.

the house is loud as hell, filled with kids running around, toys everywhere, half-finished meals — but also love. so much love.

sometimes jaehyun just stares at you from across the room while you're holding the baby, and you’ll catch him and be like “what?” and he’ll just shrug like “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

you were obsessed with each other in high school, and somehow you’re more obsessed now — married, messy, tired, horny, happy.

[fromrory]

𐔌 ⋮ “Yours,truly”

''You Weren’t Supposed to See That'' they exclaimed

It starts with paper. Always paper. They don’t mean for it to happen.

It’s just—hard to say things out loud. Especially when your heart’s involved. Especially when you’re a teenage hero juggling alien tech, hormones, and near-death experiences on the daily.

So, they write instead.

Wally West writes his in a beat-up science journal he hides in the third drawer of his locker at Mount Justice, between two empty chip bags and an embarrassing amount of protein bars. It's filled with physics equations and sketches of weird tech… and, in the margins, notes like:

She laughs like thunder through silk. Does that make sense? Can thunder be soft? Doesn’t matter. It’s true.

If I ran fast enough, maybe I could go back in time and say it—that I think she’s the brightest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen lightning hit the ocean.

He never signs them. Just closes the book and throws it back in the drawer. No one ever goes through his stuff. He’s safe.

Wondergirl, on the other hand, writes on stationery—actual, gorgeous Themysciran parchment Diana gave her. She keeps the letters tucked in a shoebox under her bed, the same box she hides her sparkly nail polish and emergency baklava stash.

Her letters are more romantic? Rambling. Full of exclamation points and crossed-out lines and ink smudges,hearts. . .

Wally smiled at me again today. I didn’t know what to do so I dropped my water bottle. Very smooth. Extremely goddesslike.

He talks about science like it’s poetry. Did you know he explained subatomic particle acceleration to a SEAGULL today??? Who DOES THAT. I wanted to kiss him. I didn’t. I panicked and offered him half my sandwich instead. Which he ate. Which means it’s practically a date, right?

They never send them.

But they keep writing.

Because writing is easier than speaking. Writing doesn’t blush or trip or fumble or say the wrong thing. Writing waits.

Until it doesn’t.

𐔌 ⋮ Mount Justice – 3:12 p.m.

“Yo, wonderchick,” Dick Grayson pokes his head into her room with zero concept of knocking, “have you seen my—wait, is that candy?”

She yelps and dives for the shoebox under her bed.

Dick, as per usual, is already halfway inside the room, shameless. “Dude, is that actual honey? I love your aunt’s cooking—”

“Dick, get out!”

“Wait, what’s this?”

“Don’t touch that!”

He’s holding one of the letters.

The pink one.

With the stars drawn in the corner.

She practically tackles him. “PUT IT DOWN.”

But he’s already read enough. His eyebrows shoot up. “Whoa. ‘His laugh sounds like sun on skin.’ You’re in deep, Wonderbabe.”

She groans and covers her face with a pillow.

Dick sits beside her, waving the letter. “I KNEW IT. I knew you liked Wally. This is so cute. You guys are so awkward around each other it’s physically painful.”

“I’m not awkward,” she mumbles. “I’m mysterious. Enigmatic.”

“You’re about as mysterious as a glitter bomb in the Batcave.”

Elsewhere in the base…

“Wally,” Artemis says, voice deadpan, “your locker smells like expired Doritos and crushed dreams. What the hell is this?”

Wally spins around, horrified. “No, no no—Artemis, don’t open that—”

But she already has.

The journal flops open in her hands.

Page 43: A diagram of a cooling system for gauntlets—labeled: “not for freezing things, obviously.” Page 44: A doodle of Wondergirl with her tiara slightly crooked, smiling at the sun. Page 45: A love letter.

Sometimes I wonder if she’s real. I mean—I know she is. She’s stronger than me, not faster, probably smarter. She lifts boulders and saves orphans. But the way she smiles when she talks about baklava? The way her accent gets thicker when she’s mad? That’s not something you make up.

Artemis whistles. “Wow. You’re, like, in love.”

Wally turns bright red. “AM NOT.”

“Are too,” she sings. “This is poetry, West. And science. And weird metaphors about gravitational pull.”

“I—it’s private!”

Artemis raises a brow. “Then maybe hide it somewhere that isn’t next to moldy crackers and your math homework, Romeo.”

𐔌 ⋮ One (Painfully) Coordinated Intervention Later…

Wondergirl and Kid Flash are both dragged to the common room under the pretense of “training debrief.”

Which is a lie.

The lights are dim. The others are gathered like a tribunal of chaos.

Dick and Artemis stand in front, arms crossed, smug as hell.

Wally immediately looks suspicious. “What’s going on?”

“Intervention,” says Artemis.

“This feels illegal,” mutters the demigod.

M’gann floats over with snacks. “We come in peace! But also in emotional concern.”

Kaldur inclines his head serenely. “This is… unusual. But I believe it may be wise.”

Superboy grunts. “They like each other. Everyone knows.”

Wondergirl makes a high-pitched noise that might be a dolphin scream.

Dick holds up the pink letter. “‘He talks like he invented the stars.’ That’s beautiful.”

“GIVE ME THAT,” she lunges, but Artemis blocks her with Wally’s journal.

“‘She laughs like sunlight.’” Artemis grins. “Seriously, guys. Just talk to each other.”

“I can’t,” they both say at the exact same time.

Then freeze.

And slowly turn to stare at each other.

Silence.

Heartbeats.

Then—

“I didn’t mean to read it,” She blurts. “Well, I didn’t read it read it, I mean I did but not—”

“You read mine?” Wally says, stunned.

“…You wrote one?”

Their eyes lock.

For once, no one interrupts.

And in the silence that follows—a little breathless, a little stunned—they both laugh.

Nervous. Messy. Real.

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Wally says, voice quiet.

She smiles. “I didn’t know you wrote.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. You make it kinda hard not to.”

“I wanted to say it,” she admits. “I just… couldn’t.”

“Me neither.”

They stare again.

Then slowly, carefully—hands brushing, hearts wild—they reach for each other’s palms.

Their fingers interlace.

Somewhere in the background, Dick fist-pumps so hard he nearly dislocates his shoulder.

✦ Aftermath:

Wally still writes her letters. But now he reads them to her. Out loud. With dramatic voices.

And she still keeps hers in the shoebox. But she adds little check marks at the bottom now: ✓ told him this ✓ kissed him ✓ he kissed back (!!!)

Dick prints both sets of original letters and hides them in a safe under the Batcave titled:

“Operation: OTP—Evidence of Inevitable Romance”

Artemis just mutters, “Finally,” every time Kid Flash and Wondergirl so much as look at each other.

And M’gann?

She bakes them heart-shaped cookies and says she “ships it with her whole soul.”

I made reader wondergirl bcs...it made sense?? @jjsblueberry >thx for grieving him with me babe Taglist🏷️: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 , @dreamerwhofell , @gothamwing (if you want to be added,comment down below!)

[kjiscrawlingbackformore]

Peace - Act IV : Chapter four

Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

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Summary: Reader comes back to her hometown and transfers to Wiskayok High School after getting expelled from her previous high school. Follows Junior year into Senior year, all the way up to the crash. (Eventual NSFW mdni)

Warnings: None

The parking lot behind the gym was half-shrouded in fog, the kind of mist that settled low and heavy in late October. The bus wasn’t there yet, just the occasional clank of cleats hitting pavement and the quiet shiver of nerves that no one wanted to name.

Lottie leaned against the brick wall, jacket zipped halfway up, eyes focused across the lot. Next to her was Natalie. Lottie always ended up next to Natalie. It was this weird magnetic thing, Lottie just felt…safe around her?

You had asked Lottie once if she had a favorite girl on the team. And it was less about favoritism and more about being able to not pretend. She never answered you. But Lottie saw how you always took note about how they both always ended up next to each other.

Natalie lit the cigarette like she’d done it a thousand times before—because she had. She took a long drag, exhaled slow. “You nervous?”

Lottie shrugged, pulling her sleeves over her wrists. “I’m always nervous.”

Natalie offered the cigarette. Lottie took it with a nod, inhaled deep and let the burn settle in her chest like ballast.

They stood there like that for a second—quiet, still, watching you across the way. You were talking with Van and Mari, smiling, a little bashful in the way you always were when you weren’t behind a lens. Wind catching your curls. Laughing at something Van said.

Lottie couldn’t even help the soft smile planting itself on her lips. You were just so-

“She’s beautiful,” Natalie said out of nowhere pulling Lottie out of her thought.

Lottie turned, surprised. Not jealous…just surprised.

“Yeah,” Lottie agreed. “She is.”

Natalie took the cigarette back, the cherry burning low. “I had a crush on her once. Back when she first moved back. Sumer before Junior year.”

Lottie arched a brow. “Seriously?”

Natalie gave a small scoff, eyes still on you. “Stupid, right? She’s a girl. And she’s way too pretty and nice. Saw her at a party, she shared a blunt with me. Wanted to do something crazy, but you know. Would’ve made me feel light and melty inside. Couldn’t risk that. Figured she’d end up with some jock. Someone easy to read…like prissy Jackie.”

Natalie’s honesty makes Lottie think she has to be a little high to share this all with her. That truth doesn’t stop Lottie’s stomach tightened. If anything it makes it worse…because there’s truth based in the assumption. You should end up with someone easy to read. Someone like Jackie. A prick…but kind and easy.

You deserved someone easy. Not Lottie. Lottie was never easy.

“I know we all tease you guys, but…” Natalie shrugged. “It’s kind of nice that she hasn’t ended up with anyone. Makes me respect her more, I guess. She’s stayed by the whole ‘Not dating an asshole pact’ she said she has. But who the fuck knows—maybe something’ll happen. We still have homecoming and prom.”

Lottie didn’t respond. Just nodded, lips pressed tight. The cigarette burned closer to the filter. Natalie passed it again, and Lottie smoked like it might drown the sudden weight in her chest.

She knew you. Knew your laugh, your touch, the way you kissed like it was a promise. And she knew you would never do anything to hurt her. Not even close. But the way Natalie said it—casual, wistful—it planted something heavy in her stomach.

The bus rounded the corner.

Your eyes scanned the lot and landed on them. You gave Lottie a wink. Playful, soft. Then turned, backpack slung over one shoulder, and stepped onto the bus.

Lottie blinked hard, handing the cigarette back.

“Let’s win a game,” she muttered.

Natalie grinned. “Hell yeah.”

But Lottie’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. She had a game to win. Everything else—she’d deal with after. The field was slick with cold sweat and late-autumn dew, floodlights glaring against the darkening sky. The score was tied—2–2—and the crowd was on its feet, a wall of noise and nerves crashing against the metal bleachers.

You stood just behind the yellow line on the sidelines, camera clutched tight in her hands. Her breath fogged in front of her, heart thundering like you were the one on the pitch. You tracked every pass, every steal, every frantic second bleeding off the clock.

Thirty seconds left.

Tai had the ball, her feet a blur—cutting past a defender like she was made of lightning. She darted too hard, too fast—and the other team’s forward slammed into her. The whistle blew sharp and loud. Foul.

The crowd roared. Coach Scott threw his hands up. Van jogged forward, jaw tight, and planted herself in the goal like she was made of stone.

You held your breath. The first shot—a bullet straight to the right. Van blocked it clean. The second hit the post. The third, a rebound, she caught like it belonged to her.

The sidelines erupted.

“Let’s go!” Van bellowed, fist to the sky, while the team reset for what might be their final possession.

Jackie sprinted toward Lottie, grabbed her by the sleeve and hissed something under her breath, something you couldn’t catch, but the look on Lottie’s face said enough. Conflicted. Nervous. Fired up.

“You better be right,” Lottie muttered.

Jackie grinned. “Always am.”

The whistle blew.

It happened in a blur. Lottie dribbling down the sideline, faking a pass to Mari, only to arc it—clean and wild and insane—straight across the field. Jackie, who had somehow broken past the defense, caught it mid-air with her chest, dropped it, and sent a blazing shot straight into the top left corner.

GOAL.

The world exploded.

The crowd screamed, the scoreboard flipped, and suddenly the field was chaos. Lottie was tackled by her teammates in a massive dogpile, shrieking and laughing all at once. Someone launched their water bottle. Coach Scott was losing his mind.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your viewfinder blurred.

You clicked the shutter at the exact moment Lottie disappeared under the pile, face glowing, arms raised. The shot, pure, golden, wild joy. It looked like it belonged on the cover of Sports Illustrated.

And then—wham.

Jackie barreled into you, all sweat and muscle and dirt-streaked jersey, locking her into a massive bear hug.

“We’re going to state!” she yelled, lifting you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

You laughed breathlessly, hugging back. “Jesus—Jackie—put me down!”

“NOT A CHANCE!” Jackie laughed. “WE ARE GOING TO STATE!”

Before you could respond, Van joined in, then Natalie and Mari, arms flinging around you like you were part of the team too. You were being crushed in a mess of cleats and ponytails and damp jerseys, your camera jammed awkwardly between them.

“Okay okay I get it!” you wheezed, still grinning, heart full and wild. “We’re going to state!!”

They’d done it.

They were going to state.

And for one perfect moment, you felt it too—that shine, that spark, that belonging.

This was what it felt like to be part of something bigger.

[coolwyous]

how would hockey daddy dani and y/n react to the other doing "calling my ex wife/husband to say goodnight" trend after esme little sneaky self convinced them too 😼

trend for reference:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8heovUq/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hdJRSf/

THIS IS SO GOOD HOL ON HOL ON!!!! i'm picturing esme in like late elementary/early middle school

with dani: esme would 100% just go for it and run into her bed one night and be like "papi will you please please please do this tik tok trend w me 🥺" before even telling her what it is and dani immediately goes "of course mi amor, what is it?" bc once again she has never told that little girl no not oNCE in her life and esme is cheesing so big like "will you call mami to say good night?" and dani just BURSTS out laughing like "baby i can try but your mom does not wanna hear it" 😁 you see an incoming call from her at like 9p and you assume it's about esme so you pick up and are just like "what do you want, daniela?" and when you hear "just calling to say good night.... what, i can't wish you good night any more? you hate me or something?" you immediately roll your eyes bc your baby daddy is back on this bullshit 🥴 "no you cannot, we are divorced, goodbye" and you hang up!!

with you: esme is a little more cautious! doesn't want to make you upset by asking bc she's so sweet and empathetic and she's well aware of how annoyed you get w dani at the custody swaps so it's actually JOSIE (megan's daughter) who is over at a sleepover and convinces both of you!! "AUNTIE Y/N NO I SWEAR IT'LL BE SO FUNNY, PLEASE PLEASE!" she'd beg, and since megan was always lowkey your favorite, and esme is blinking at you w her big hopeful eyes, you can't bring yourself to let the girls down no sir 🙂‍↕️ you won't admit how nervous you are dialing her number, but the girls are watching so excitedly and you can't break their hearts by not following through w it....

dani picks up and is immediately like "y/n, everything okay?" instantly going into dad mode bc she knows you don't call her casually like that and it lowkey makes your heart thud..... she's so good to esme it's undeniable how good she is of a parent! "yeah, everything's okay. just calling to wish you a good night." and immediately hearing "ohhh it's one of those nights, i see" and you can already HEAR the smirk and it's so irritating! you're like "daniela, the girls are here" to warn her to behave and she doesn't miss a beat, "perfect, i've been wanting a family movie night, i can be over in 5, you know how i like my popcorn" and you are just rolling your eyes but the girls are SQUEALING laughing as they watch the two of you go back and forth and daniela wastes NO TIME in flirting w you incessantly.

you guys small talk and daniela is truly relentless. you complain about the heater in your house being broken and dani's instantly like "yeah, i can fix that for you" and the girls think nothing of it but you know her better than that and she is truly pissing u off but part of you can't help but smile! if there's one thing abt dani she never gives up and that annoying smooth talker is always going to somehow bring you back to being a naive college girl who had a stupid crush on the hockey captain with a bad rep...... you finally end the call after the two of you have been chatting for like 20 mins with a "again, good night, daniela" and she signs off with something stupid like "it'll always be a good night when i hear your voice. sweet dreams, mami" and the last thing she hears is the girls SCREAMING in your ear, emse being like "oh god why does papi get like that i'm sorry mami" and josie is just like "AUNTIE DANI IS STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU AUTNIE Y/N PLEASE GET MARRIED AGAIN"

now u gotta wrangle these two little goofballs into bed and worry about what this means for you later...... ignoring all the feelings that hearing dani's husky voice calling you by a pet name brings up for you! you make a mental note to never do a tik tok trend involving ur ex wife ever again!!

bonus: dani calling megan IMMEDIATELY afterwards and being like "i think your daughter is about to get me and my ex-wife back together, i'm buying her a motorcycle for her bday as a thank you and you WILL NOT be stopping me" and hangs up immediately, leaving poor little daddy meiyok in a panic but also lowkey happy that the door is cracked open bc she loved u and dani together <3

[andcars]

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money problems lead you to being casted in a bad softcore porn movie. the director is hot though, which is a pro

relationship(s) director!daniel ricciardo/you tags porn with plot, age gap, dominant daniel ricciardo, sex fantasies as dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, cunnilingus wc 2.1k

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radio "comments and reblogs are much appreciated!" i wanted to write a fic like this so long since i watched this ted nivison video on halloween movies. one of them was literally just some homoerotic porno named 666: teen warlock. holy fuck. the entire director's imdb was just porn. i wanted to make daniel that kind of pervert (and to makeup for my last daniel softcore porn fic.. woops)

▶︎ ❝ knock me out ❞ miyavi, mikky ekko

WHEN YOU FIRST SAW THE SCRIPT, YOU DIDN'T THINK MUCH OF IT. It sounded like a classic B-tier movie, something almost homemade. Maybe the budget of a thousand dollars or so—you're not quite sure how much money goes into filming shit like this.  What is obvious though, after getting the full script, was that you felt like a pornstar. 

The little booklet is in your hands as you exit the Uber. The location site is in a large mansion, most likely rented. You plan on storming inside, slapping the director on the face, and doing some scenes just to get the pay. One of the scenes require you to be mind controlled by the villain who has some crush on you, for fuck's sake. This is fetish softcore porn with witches and wizards. 

You ring the doorbell endlessly, clicking it relentlessly.

It opens a moment later. "Yes?" 

Shit. Is he an actor? 

The man who opened the door was a tall man, way older than you, and exactly your type. His brown curls sat atop his head, just hiding underneath his cap. You almost pity the man. How does a man who could pass off as a supermodel end up acting with a script like this?

You gather yourself together before you are simply in awe at him, "Uh—is this the filming for… Teen Warlock?" 

"Yes, yes.” He opens the door wider, "You must be the actor for Candy." 

Yeah, your dumbass character's name is Candy. You're not surprised if her last name was Lustlove or something stupid. 

"Yeah, are you an actor?" 

He laughs, stepping aside, “Come in. I'll be the one directing you." 

This man is the pervert? 

"I'm really happy you took on the role," he says, leading you from hallway to hallway. "When I saw your audition, I thought that you were the perfect girl for the job." You think that there was no one else who even auditioned for this character; maybe someone did, then ran for the hills after reading the full script. 

One of the bedrooms became a makeshift changing room. He says, "Let's get you started, hm?"

Despite the awkward script, awkward acting, and just the overall vibes with the other actors, Daniel—the director's name—was nice. He was the kind of nice that didn't feel like there was an ulterior motive. You're now asking if he was the one who wrote the script. No way this sweet man is the pervert with a kink for mind controlling women? That just didn't feel right. 

"Hey, Ms. Candy," he greets you on your second week of filming. The other actors are dressing—since all of them were told not to wear shirts, of course—and staying away from the scene.

You stayed because he was approaching you. "Hi, Mr. Director." Daniel laughs at your response, handing you a cold water bottle. 

"Did a great job today. I know it was a bit difficult with the script change, but uh, we had to adjust with our given budget."

The movie isn't being made with millions of dollars, everyone knows that. "It's fine. I'm sure you had trouble having to rewrite the scene"

He looks at you like you've grown two other heads. " Oh, I don't write it. I'm following the script like you guys."

"Oh." Does that make you feel better? "So, I guess you're just gonna direct this softcore porn movie?"

Daniel laughs like you've told him the funniest joke. It's surprising how he didn't lash out on you simply calling his movie a porno. " Well, " he starts instead," I'll tell you tomorrow what I really should be doing on set."

Well, that's fucking worrying. 

When you came in the next day, Daniel was late. That's bad because no one can start without him. It's reminding you of what he said yesterday—was he just telling you that just to ditch all of you? You haven't even been fully fucking paid. Holy fuck. 

Before you can arrive, Daniel comes through the entranceway. He's towing someone else behind him. "Oh, hey Ms Candy," he smiles, "sorry I was late, got held up in traffic getting my friend. Say hi to—" you smile at him and shake his hands. 

He separates from him and you're following him to the setting, "So," you say, "what do you really do?" 

Daniel hums like he doesn't know what you're talking about. You roll your eyes as he just enters the actors' dressing room. "Come on, what's with the anticipation? Are you gonna tell me you don't direct movies, you direct art—oh my God!" 

You don't expect Daniel to just undress in front of you. Turning around, you hear him chuckle behind you. " It's okay. You've seen the other actors pretty naked anyway. "

" I—no... It's not the same." You wonder if Daniel is out of his mind right now; that, or he's going to fuck you. " What are you doing? "

"I’m dressing for my role,” his fucking what? "You can turn around now."

When you look at him again, he's wearing a white polo and a red satin robe. He's holding something in his hands that you assume to be a small rhino's horn. "One more thing," he looks into the mirror and attaches the little thing on his forehead, "and I'm done." 

"You're an actor?"

"Yeah. I've just been covering for my friend to direct. I'm the big evil villain," he laughs. 

"Looking like that, I don't think anyone would mistake you as anything else," you joke. Daniel smiles at you like he doesn’t know you want him to bend you over looking like that; minus the horn thing. You drown the thoughts, “Jeez. I thought you were the one who wrote the script." 

He raises an eyebrow, leaning against the clothing rack, “Why? Any judgment?" 

Judgment is almost an underwhelming word for what you feel about it. You shrug, “It’s… well, I think you know what it looks like.”

"I don't know,” he looks at you with a slight pout, "I think it's perfectly normal for all of our actors to be half nude and you in a bimbo get-up half the time.”

Both of you laugh. You see how Daniel’s eyes go to the door behind you and back to you again. “We won't be filming for another hour or so," he tells you, "You think you're ready for your next scene?”

His tone and grin reveal his true intention. You're not one to waste an opportunity. So you ask, “Gonna direct the scene or act in it with me?" 

Daniel is not subtle as he smiles, “I think I can practice both." 

You think only a minute passes when Daniel is between your legs. Thank him that the stupid horn is gone because if not, it would be poking against your clit as he eats you out. You're tugging on his curls as he thrusts his tongue in and out of you robotically. He thumbs at your clit, at a medium pace as he circles around it gently.

“Fuck, Daniel," you moan, toes curling and twitching as you feel yourself embarassingly close to orgasm. You can feel it building up inside of you. The feeling rises, and you're writhing against his mouth. He doesn't care as he pressed you down by the stomach with one hand. Trying to get you as still as possible, he eats you out like you're meant to be devoured.

Clenching down hard, you wrap your legs around his neck. “G-gonna cum," you whine, tears practically brimming in your eyes, “‘m gonna cum, gonna, gonna—!" 

Like a bad dream, Daniel pulls away. You're panting into nothing as your pussy pulses. He puts his thumb just on your clit and it feels so sensitive that you feel like you can cum just with his touch there. Daniel sees your reaction to him and only kisses your chest, the blouse torn open for his convenience.

“You look so pretty, Candy," he growls, the name falling off almost naturally in his mouth. “Tasted so sweet too, why didn't you ever tell me you taste as good as you look?" 

He sweet-talks you as he unbuckles his belt. The robe still hangs from his shoulders as he pulls his slacks down. You can see the bulge in his boxers and he doesn't hesitate to put your hand against it—”Feel that?" he moans, eyes staring directly at you—”Got me so fucking hard. Don't care how unprofessional it is, I was so turned on just watching you.

“Got off in the bathroom so much, you know?" He admits. “You wanna be subtle about it, but I know you're looking at me more than you want to. You wanna see what it feels like to act in a scene with me. You wanna see how I look without a shirt, telling you what to do, and watching you submit to my every whim. Doesn’t matter that I’m older than you, huh?” you moan in response, “you’re just begging for me to put a hand on you.”

To think that the man with the bright smile, the one you thought to be the least perverted, knows your every thought is crazy. It doesn't matter now. You pull him by the neck and tell him, “Fuck me," because shame is out of the window. “Fuck me, Daniel. Stop talking to me and just fuck me." 

You seem to be in great shape for a pep talk. Daniel grins at you, lopsided, a bit too innocent, and he pulls your legs up to his shoulders. He positions himself almost impatiently. You can't blame him; you’re more impatient than him. That, though, doesn't make you cry out less as he starts to push inches inside of you.

The stretch is great, but you’re nothing if not welcoming to it. Daniel has his eyebrows furrowed as he looks down to where the two of you meet. He's completely enamoured with the way your cunt is sucking him up, taking him more and more despite the slight pain in it. You're losing your mind with the way he intrudes inside of you and he’s just moaning how fucking wet you are.

He loosens you up with short thrusts. The shallow but quick movement has you whining. The bed creaks with every thrust, and you're getting lost in the rhythm. Sooner, he fucks deeper. His cock slides easier with your arousal and you open up to him like a flower. 

Daniel means into your ear, teeth grazing your skin, “Fucking hell," he groans, his accent thick, “you feel so good. Just like I thought. Wet and so fucking desperate.” You cry at a particularly hard thrust, his cock hitting your g-spot. His hand moves down back to fondle your clit, making your back arch.

“Are you close?" He asks, feeling you tighten. “I wanna see what you look like when you come. Wanna make sure it looks just as pretty as it does in my imagination." With his other hand, he pulls your face up. He forces eye contact with you as he pistons his hips deep into your cunt. You wanna look away from shame, but he doesn't allow you to. The man is relentless with his movement and he's not going to stop until he makes you cum.

The feeling comes back. The undeniable arousal that makes you tighten and your voice more difficult to quiet. “Daniel," you moan, locking eyes with him.

“Gonna cum?" he asks. You can't nod your head, but the moan you let out was guttural. “Good. Good girl. Cum for me, baby. Let me see how I fucking ruin you. No acting, no pretending. Let me see you raw, baby." 

You cry out as you convulse around him, your climax getting you to pulse around his cock as if you're milking him. He doesn't even stop his hips as he chases his own orgasm. You're getting overstimulated. In his tight grip, you're shaking in oversensitivity. Daniel continues on, whispering praises in exchange for ruining your cunt to soreness. When he was close, he pulls out and cums on your face.

Letting out a small ‘hng’, you close your eyes. He aims it mostly at your mouth, but he laughs when most of it gets to your cheek. “Too much?" he asks, unapologetic.

You look at him, one eye open, and tell him, "I have to do my makeup again now.” You're still out of breath and sweaty from just being fucked. "I don't really feel like filming anymore.”

Daniel laughs and kisses your dirty cheek—that pervert—”It’s okay. You don't need more makeup. Your face is still painted on anyway." 

You think you could die from less embarrassment in getting caught than hearing that.

@Delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @Jamie2305 @nichmeddar @vannylen2144

[jujuberry136]

Murderbot 1x09, All Systems Red

Murderbot's quipping and conversational skills are put to the test, the GreyCris team makes a re-appearance, plans within plans are attempted, and we're in the penultimate episode that has a longer run time. I cackled, I cried, a good time was had by jujuberry. More behind the cut!

Things I loved:

Minor point, but I love the difference between PresAux and Corporation Rim in terms of outlook. Mensah asks about the probability of success and MB runs its Risk Assessment Module (aka chances of failure)

MB quoting Guarathin's line about eye contact back to him, brilliantly petty

MB casually listening in to Guarathin talking with Mensah in the ship, you can just feel it rolling its eyes (I already told you guys I can hear everything, why do you keep acting surprised?)

Everyone has a crush on Mensah, i'm glad this is canon

"As usually, humans were being hot messes" - that line delivery killed me. Anachronistic and kind of out of place? Yes. Funny? ABSOLUTELY.

Mensah's little recoil when SecUnit was telling GreyCris that its clients didn't realize it was rogue because the PresAux team was too self-absorbed was a great character beat

MB's reveal that it's plan involved killing all of GreyCris with the beacon to keep the PresAux team safe - and that was the only plan it could think of, but a "better" SecUnit might have come up with a better idea ("you get what you pay for")

MB's obsession with Sanctuary Moon yet again gets it in trouble... it really needs to realize that as "premium content" its possible that others will also recognize the names/story beats

I LOVED MB congratulating itself for its great conversational skills as we can clearly see its failing terribly

"Clasp hands?"

"There's a pebble in my boot"

"Yeah, why?" Do you think MB realized it spoke out loud?

Mensah's continued angst about MB needing to defend Sanctuary Moon

We get to see MB offering to help its fellow SecUnits hack their governor modules, hooray!

When MB shared the media with the other SecUnit as a distraction, a nice visual when the file sharing options "Accept Yes/Yes". Nice continuation of how Corproation Rim treats SecUnits (since we also got a scene in the cargo bay)

"My clients are the best clients" gross sobbing, just perfect with that musical theme and the catastrophic failure warning visual

Pacing wise, I do think this one had some issues in context of the larger show's runtime. I feel like the show wanted to have some tension about betrayal in the last episode, but just resolved everything pretty quickly in favor of getting through a LOT of plot. I really enjoyed 1x07, but part of me wonders if we might have been able to re-distribute the beacon plot a bit better across these three episodes.

One more episode to go!

[zvahlne]

Lack of communication final boss; Garroth Ro'meave

I swear to Irene that guy needs to talk about this stufffff. Like yeahhhh obv in the finale he wasn't immediately angry and agressive after seeing aph and Laurance kiss, he was sad and heartbroken with no hurtful thoughts at all. But his refusal to communicate with those two aswell as him immediately trusting Lillian is what let us into a mess that could've been avoided had he talked to Laurance and Aphmau about ut rather then a strangerrr. And just getting talked into all this. Mcd Garroth is so smart yet so stupid sometimes

it's true, he's uniquely terrible at communication. but! as much fun as it is to simplify and poke fun at him (and yell at him GRR go talk to your friends stupid!!), it was actually a complicated situation. does that mean he was RIGHT? no definitely not. but i DO understand.

...understand for SEVERAL paragraphs!!! read more time

garroth has spent pretty much his whole life taught that he had to repress all his shit. that his feelings don't matter, at best, and are a hindrance and personal failing at worst. guards! bring out the meme!

haha yeah.

so he has spent YEARS, the MAJORITY of his life, repressing everything he's ever wanted. he's not allowed to want things. that's not what he's for. but... then there's aphmau. and she's bright and warm and cares about how he feels, what he thinks. she cares about him beyond his responsibilities and what he can provide - she cares about what he wants.

and then there's laurance, who's irritating but also bright and friendly and also cares about how garroth feels and what he wants. this is important: laurance knows garroth's feelings for aphmau, and has, in the past, backed off on (implied) request!

so maybe - just maybe - he's allowed to want something? would that be okay?

but then aphmau says, in no uncertain terms, not to him but right in front of him, that she's not looking for a romantic relationship right now... which... aw man... bummer... but maybe la--

oh... that's his best friend kissing his crush...... the same day..............

so that's. devastating. it's not just about "ah! someone kissed my crush before me!", it's "someone i trusted specifically not to do that behind my back has gone behind my back and done something he knows would devastate me."

it's also total whiplash from what aphmau just said earlier, and things switching up on you like that feels awful. aphmau was lying too...?

we all talk about garroth's betrayal but it is important to remember that he felt betrayed first! and in a very personal, heart-wrenching way! a way that cuts directly to the heart of all the healing and progress he's made. i mean look at him in this screenshot!! he doesn't even have his helmet on!!! it's scary but he's trying so hard to be more open with people because maybe, just maybe, it'll be okay. maybe he is allowed to have this... and then all his worst fears are confirmed! he put himself out there and it HURT!!! relapse, go!!!

of course he doesn't talk to laurance and aphmau about how he's feeling. to laurance, what would be the point? laurance has shown he doesn't care as much for garroth's feelings as he let on, because why else would he have done this? to aphmau, he can't, of course he can't. how shameful of him to think he could have her, to even want her. she deserves anyone other than Garroth Ro'Meave, and she's found him. it breaks his heart, but he can't fault her for that. laurance has always made her smile in ways he couldn't, because he was too scared, and too slow. laurance had said he wouldn't wait forever, but garroth didn't realize how much of a threat that really was...

i think he ends up turning to lillian because he can't turn to laurance or aphmau, but he's grown more used to talking about his feelings now. he needs an outlet, but no one in phoenix drop can be an option. he's either not close enough with them, or can't be seen in such a state in front of them, or they'll tell aphmau/laurance, or all of the above.

but lillian... he holds no responsibility to lillian; he's not her guard. she's not expecting that from him. lillian won't tell aphmau or laurance; she knows them no better than she knows him, why would she? and she's here. and she wants to help him. and she cares about how he feels.

and yeah, we, the audience, know she's obviously up to no good. but garroth doesn't, and his guard is down. he is in just the right place to be manipulated like this. unfortunately, it was all orchestrated very well...

so yeah, he was being stupid. but... i guess people do crazy things for love.

[suhlutt]

so high school

pairing: jaehee x f!reader

genre: fluff, classmates (?) to lovers, fluff,

w/c: ~2k

a/n: first post... on here... a bit scared...... but i love jaehee, so this is for the loml <3

you and jaehee aren’t close.

he’s the kind of guy everyone knows, even if they’ve never talked to him. smart, good-looking without trying, talented in just about everything he touches. the type who’s always surrounded by people, part of sion’s clique, the loudest and brightest stars in the school.

he walks the halls like he owns them, smiles like he knows the effect he has, and somehow still manages to look annoyingly humble about it all.

you, on the other hand, are content staying out of the spotlight. you’d rather sit in the back of the classroom, sketching absentmindedly in your notebook or staring out the window, than be anywhere near the kind of social whirlwind jaehee lives in. the two of you have never spoken. not once. not even a “hey” in passing.

still, you’d be lying if you said you’ve never noticed him.

how could you not? the way he laughs—carefree and warm, like he’s never had to fake it. the way his hair falls into his eyes when he’s focused, or how he always holds the door open for others without making a big deal out of it.

you wouldn’t call it a crush, not really. just a little eye candy. something harmless to look at when the school day drags on.

when your homeroom teacher announced the class field trip to the amusement park, you didn’t expect much. you figured it’d be a day of avoiding crowds, sticking close to your tiny circle of friends, and maybe trying a few rides if the lines weren’t too bad. nothing life-changing.

but as the days ticked down, the buzz in class grew louder.

everyone was talking about it—what they were going to buy, who they’d sit with on the bus, which roller coasters they were going to hit first. there were whispers of outfit matching and “accidental” pair-ups. even the shyest students were making plans.

you listened from the sidelines, quietly amused by the excitement. it felt like everyone had a role already, a scene they were stepping into. you were content staying in the background, maybe tagging along for some cotton candy, maybe hiding in the arcade when things got overwhelming.

the day of the trip finally arrives, warm and golden with early sunlight, the kind that makes everything feel just a little more exciting. the parking lot outside the school buzzes with energy—people laughing, comparing snacks, snapping blurry photos while they wait for the bus doors to open.

there’s a nervous kind of giddiness in the air, the kind that only comes with the promise of skipping class and spending the day somewhere far from routine.

you stand quietly near the edge of the group, backpack slung over your shoulder, watching the way the morning light hits the pavement. yoonchae nudges your arm gently, pulling you back to the present.

“are you sure you’re okay sitting alone?” she asks, brows drawn with a hint of concern. her other hand is already looped around megan’s arm.

you smile at her, soft and reassuring. “i’ll be okay. seriously.”

she studies you for a second longer, then nods. “okay. but text me if someone weird sits next to you.”

you huff out a laugh. “noted.”

the teacher starts calling everyone to board, clipboard in hand, and there’s a shuffle as students start climbing up the steps. you’re somewhere in the middle of the line, and when you finally step onto the bus, the cool blast of the AC hits your face.

you glance around and immediately spot an empty seat near the back, by the window—perfect.

you slide in, settling your bag at your feet, already turning your face to the glass as the world outside continues to blur with movement. you can hear the low murmur of conversations all around, laughter echoing faintly from the front, and yoonchae and megan’s voices chatting just in front of you.

you don’t expect anyone to sit next to you. honestly, you’re kind of looking forward to the solitude.

that is, until you hear someone clear their throat.

you blink, turning your head—only for your breath to hitch just slightly when you see jaehee standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, a hand gripping the seat.

he gives you a hesitant, almost sheepish smile, his voice casual but a little too careful. “is anyone sitting here?”

you shake your head automatically, heart skipping a beat. “no. go ahead.”

he slides in beside you, the space between your arms almost non-existent in the tight bus seat. his leg brushes yours, warm even through the fabric, and you try not to stiffen. your fingers twitch slightly on your lap.

“i thought you’d sit with your friends or something,” you say, the words out before you can stop them.

jaehee chuckles, reaching up to ruffle his hair, like he’s trying to laugh off how awkward he feels. “riku said he’s sitting with someone else. totally ditched me.”

you hum, trying not to focus too hard on the way his shoulder leans just a little toward yours. “you could’ve sat with anyone.”

he tilts his head, eyes on you now. “why? do i make you uncomfortable?”

you turn to face him fully, eyes wide. “what?! no!” you shake your head quickly, cheeks heating. “i just… didn’t expect you to sit here, that’s all.”

he watches you for a second, like he’s trying to figure you out. then he smiles, a little more confident this time. “expect the unexpected.”

you laugh under your breath, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. there’s a beat of silence—comfortable, but charged—and you reach into your pocket, searching for something.

your fingers come up empty.

“ugh,” you mutter.

jaehee glances over. “something wrong?”

“i think i forgot my earphones,” you sigh, leaning back against the seat. “guess i’ll just stare out the window dramatically for the next hour.”

he grins, pulling his own earphones from his pocket and holding them out to you. “we could share,” he says, eyes bright with something unspoken.

you look at him, surprised, heart fluttering at the simplicity of the offer—and how close he suddenly feels.

“only if you’re okay with me judging your playlist,” you tease, reaching for one of the buds.

“fair,” jaehee laughs, handing one over, your fingers brushing for a brief second too long.

as the bus rumbles to life and pulls away from the school, you settle into your seat with one earbud in, your shoulder barely brushing his. outside the window, the world blurs past in streaks of sun and motion.

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when you step off the bus, the air hits you like a rush of freedom—warm, sweet, and humming with the scent of popcorn and something deep-fried. you stretch your limbs, arms high above your head, shaking off the stiffness from the ride.

all around you, students are laughing, forming little groups, already pointing excitedly at roller coasters twisting through the sky.

your teacher stands at the front of the group, trying to wrangle everyone’s attention with a loud clap. “alright, listen up! stay in groups, don’t wander off alone, and for the love of all things holy, don’t do anything that’ll get the school banned from coming back!”

a few kids laugh. someone whoops. the moment feels light, buzzing.

you’re about to follow the flow of people heading toward the park entrance when you hear your name.

“y/n!”

you turn on instinct, blinking as jaehee jogs up to you, a little breathless, like he’d been debating whether to say anything at all. his hair's slightly windblown from the bus ride, his backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder, and for a second, he looks less like the golden boy everyone admires and more like a regular teenager—nervous, hopeful, real.

“uh,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “i—if you don’t mind… do you wanna hang out with me today?”

you stare at him for a beat too long, brain struggling to catch up. the background noise of your classmates seems to fade out a little, replaced with the thundering of your own heartbeat.

did jaehee just…?

you clear your throat quickly, hoping you don’t sound as flustered as you feel. “sure. i don’t mind.”

his eyes light up instantly, and it’s so obvious—so bright and boyish—it knocks the air out of you for a second. he looks like a puppy who just got told he’s a good boy.

you giggle, trying to hide how much your heart is doing somersaults. “we should get headbands to start off,” you say, voice playful. “you can’t go to an amusement park without something ridiculous on your head.”

he laughs, more relaxed now, and lets you tug him toward the gift shop just near the entrance. the door chimes as you step inside, the air cool and filled with the scent of cheap candy and fabric softener. shelves are lined with silly accessories—glittery devil horns, floppy bunny ears, headbands with bouncy antennae and neon flowers.

you glance at him over your shoulder, already grinning. “pick your poison.”

he raises an eyebrow. “you’re not going to choose for me?”

“you’re brave enough to ask me to hang out. you can handle picking a headband.”

he chuckles under his breath, and for a second, your fingers brush as you reach for the same headband—a pair of soft puppy ears. you both pause, and you feel the air shift, just slightly. the kind of moment that lingers longer than it should.

“we could match,” he offers, voice a little softer now, his eyes on yours.

you look down at the ears in your hand, then back at him. “matching puppy ears. that’s dangerously close to couple-core.”

jaehee tilts his head, lips curving into something playful. “is that a bad thing?”

your heart skips. you don’t answer. not really.

you just hand him the second pair.

the two of you shuffle up to the counter, mid-argument about who should pay—jaehee dramatically clutching his chest like you’ve just insulted his honor, and you insisting it’s only fair to split.

“absolutely not,” he says, already fishing his wallet out like it’s a race against time. before you can protest, he slaps the cash down like he’s winning a game show.

you sigh, defeated but amused. “fine. next time, i’m paying. no arguments.”

“mmm, we’ll see,” jaehee says with a cheeky grin, adjusting his headband like it’s some sort of crown. “now then… where to, my loyal sidekick?”

you snort. “loyal sidekick?"

“exactly,” he chirps, skipping ahead like this was all part of his master plan.

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the day’s a blur of rides and sugar—jaehee whining about the rollercoasters like they personally offended him, until you bribe him with snacks. lots of snacks. enough to feed a small village. or a very ambitious picnic.

“you’re evil,” he says, halfway through a corn dog. “you love it,” you grin, handing him a drink like the enabler you are.

by 4:30, your phone buzzes with a teacher’s message: be back by 5 or suffer unspecified consequences. so, with sticky fingers and stuffed pockets, the two of you start to wander aimlessly, cotton candy in hand.

“jaehee,” you say through a mouthful of sugar, your words slightly muffled.

he hums in response, licking powdered sugar off his thumb.

“why’d you hang out with me today?”

he freezes, like someone just paused his internal wifi. a faint pink creeps up his neck.

he clears his throat and mutters something that sounds like... a dying bee?

“sorry, what?” you ask, lips twitching into a smile at the sight of flustered jaehee, who is now aggressively pretending to be very interested in the ground.

you can’t help it—he looks so much like a kicked puppy that your heart actually squeezes.

“i thought,” he starts, louder now, “that this would be a good chance.”

you blink. “a good chance for what—?”

he exhales like he’s about to perform surgery. “i like you, y/n.”

you stop dead in your tracks. blink once. twice.

meanwhile, jaehee is firmly looking anywhere but at you. the sky. a trash bin. the back of his own hand.

you let out a soft chuckle and reach over, slipping your hand into his. jaehee’s breath hitches—his eyes dart down like he’s making sure it’s real—and for a second, he looks like he might just pass out right then and there.

but then, slowly, he laces his fingers with yours, his lips curling into the tiniest, sweetest smile. the air between you shifts—lighter and brighter, like something new and soft has finally settled in place.

you walk back toward the main plaza, still hand-in-hand, your steps a little slower now. neither of you says anything, but the silence is comfortable—like walking inside a shared secret.

you spot a photo booth tucked beside a drink stall, the kind with faded stickers on the side and flashing LED hearts around the frame.

“hey,” you nudge him, nodding toward it. “wanna take a picture?”

jaehee hesitates, eyes flicking between you and the booth like it might swallow him whole. but then he nods, cheeks a little pink. “only if you’re in it with me.”

inside, it’s cramped and warm, the kind of warm that makes your knees bump and shoulders touch. you’re quicker this time, sliding a coin into the slot before jaehee can even reach for his wallet.

the first picture catches you both mid-laugh, heads thrown back, joy written all over your faces. the second is a disaster—jaehee blinks too early and ends up with one eye half-open. the third is softer: you're leaning into each other, grinning, your cheeks still pink but your eyes bright.

and the fourth—he turns his head to look at you just as the camera flashes, catching him mid-gaze, eyes full of something you can’t quite name but feel all the same.

when you step out, your hands brush as you reach for the photo strip. you both go for the same corner, fingers barely touching, but the way your hands linger says everything.

“we look good,” you murmur, eyes scanning the tiny photos.

jaehee glances over, voice a little quieter. “we look like a couple.”

you smile, tilting your head toward him. “maybe that’s ‘cause we kinda are now.”

he looks at you, really looks at you, and then he laughs, soft and breathless, like he’s been holding it in for hours. “i can’t believe you said it first.”

you laugh too. “you confessed first.”

he shakes his head, the grin on his face wide and a little helpless. “we’re a mess.”

“a cute mess,” you correct.

and right there, under the golden light of a setting sun and the flickering neon hearts, he leans in—not quite a kiss, not yet—but his forehead rests gently against yours.

and it feels like the start of something really, really good.

[skeptical-orange]

Seong Gi-hun x Male Reader

Before the end

I just love short hair Gi Hun, I am just so pissed about the ending. Takes place during season 3 I am just so in love with Gi-hun 😭😭😭😭 I love damaged men

Warning: None

Requests are open

No one noticed him, but somehow he is still here, how? Am I the only one to see him? Is he a ghost?

I mumured to myself

"Sir, are you okay?"

Jun hee asked him, she got no response, just silence with his gaze at him.

"He is just in shock."

Jang Geum-ja replied to her as they she offered her food to Gi hun and followed his gaze, but somehow they don't see him.

"Who do you see, Sir. Seong?"

The old lady was replied with silence.

"Eat Sir. Seong, you have to eat, become healthy and prepared for the next game."

Gi-hun just looked at the food

"Do you not see him?"

He finally spoke.

"Who Sir. Seong?"

Jun-hee and Geum-ja answered

"Him."

He pointed at a bed with a man sitting on it.

"I don't know him Sir. Seong."

Geum-ja answered.

"I-I've seen him before, I thought he got eliminated. His clothes don't have a single drop of blood."

"How did he survive?"

"I never saw him killing anyone, everytime I see him he's just walking, not in a hurry."

Gi-hun looked at Jun-hee.

"Where did you see him? I only saw him now."

"In every game."

Jun-hee replied as she also stared at him along with Geum-ja.

"Why are you interested in him, Sir?"

"Just curious."

His eyes had a little glow now, like life is slowly coming back to him as he stared at him.

"What's his name?"

"Y/n, if I remembered correctly."

Jun-hee replied.

"Are you, having a crush, sir Seong?"

Geum-ja smiled at him as he looked down trying to hide his face.

"No."

"I have a son, you know, I know when someone has a crush. In the fourth game, approach him."

Gi-hun looked at her.

"A flower might bloom."

Suddenly an announcement is said.

"The fourth game will begin momentarily, please follow the instructions of the guards. I will now repeat the announcement. The fourth game will begin momentarily, please follow the instructions of the guards."

Guards flooded into the room and 2 stood at the entrance of the venue of the game. The players entered the venue, there they see a machine, one by one they operated the machine and got a ball either blue or red.

"The fourth game is hide and seek."

"Just like a children's game? We see them and they're out?"

"No, the blue team will be hiding, and the red team will be finding and eliminating them."

"What do you mean, they kill us?"

"Correct, the blue team are given a little gift."

The gifts were distributed, and the blue team opened the gifts.

"What are we supposed to do with the keys?"

"The keys will open doors in the venue, once a door is opened, it cannot be locked again."

"How are we gonna kill them? With our bare hands? Doesn't seem fair."

"Your concern is valid, we prepared gifts for the red team as well."

The red team opened the gifts and the blue immediately complained.

"They have knives, that's not fair."

"You have keys that open doors."

The red team protested back.

"The game will begin momentarily."

The square guard said.

"If you do not like the team you have been assigned, you may switch teams, given if the player from the other team agrees. Switching bibs during the game is stricly prohibited, only before the game can you switch teams. Once the game begins anyone caught switching bibs will be eliminated. The red team cannot kill their own color, and each red player must eliminate atleast one person."

The square guard said as everyone was in disarray, the blue team started talking to the red to team to switch with them, some agreed and some didn't.

"Hi."

Y/n said to Gi-hun, who was staring intently at Dae-ho.

"Do you want to team up, it would be better, those blue guys won't just let us kill them."

Gi-hun looked at Y/n.

"As long as you help me kill Dae-ho."

"I've had my eyes on both of you.'

"Help me kill Dae-ho."

"I like a dominant man."

Y/n, smiled at him, getting closer with each step until his palms were on Gi-hun's thighs, his face almost an inch away from the other's.

"I'll help."

They stared at each other, Y/n's lips was almost touching Gi-hun's as he sat on his lap.

"What do you want?"

"This."

Y/n closed the distance, their lips touched, their eyes closed and their hands stuck to each other. Gi-hun didn't respond at first, surprised at the sudden kiss. Soon he replied, his hands held Y/n's waist tightly. Their heads moved to compliment the other, their lips danced in a rhythm unknown, teeth clashed small breaths were taken through brief pauses. They held each other like no one else was there, too enthralled in the symphony they made, too focused on the choreo.

"The game will now begin the blue team will go in first and have 5 mins to hide or find the exit before the red team enters the venue."

The square guard announced, cutting short their moment. They looked at each other as they separated, foreheads touching breaths heavy, eyes filled with lust.

"Please proceed to the entrance."

A guard said behind Y/n.

"Ok ok."

Y/n got of his lap and walked towards the door.

"I hope next time it'll be more than just a kiss."

He said as Gi-hun followed suit, luckily, Gi-hun is thinking the same.

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[freyalooove]

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ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who's all lazy confidence and eyes that devour. Lorenzo doesn't flirt like other boys. He doesn't chase—you just start feeling like you're always under a spotlight. He'll lean back in a chair, stretch slowly, and glance at you like he's already imagined your mouth wrapped around his fingers.

"You wear that for me, sweetheart? Or do you always like making people stare?"

And you didn't even realize you're the one who started blushing first.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who smirks like he knows your secrets before you do. Enzo has that low, smooth voice. The kinds that coils around your spine and lingers. When he talks to you, it's never casual—it's always heavy with suggestion, even if he's just asking for s quill.

"Want me to help you... reach that?" he murmurs from behind, already pressing close to grab the book above you. He doesn't move back right away. His breath touches your ear, and your legs go weak.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who watches you like he's starving. Lorenzo doesn't look away. Doesn't even try. He'll light a cigarette in the courtyard and sit back, legs spread, just watching you talk to someone else. Doesn't matter who. His gaze says: I dare you to make me jealous. I'll ruin him and fuck you in his bed.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who's physical—but subtle. Touches your waist when he walks by. Brushes your hand with his ring-covered fingers when passing you a note. One time, his knee rests against yours under the table and he doesn't move it for twenty minutes.

He leans in during a study session, voice low. "You're shaking, darling. What's got you nervous? Me?"

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who's incredibly protective in quiet, possessive ways. He notices when someone makes you uncomfortable. He'll stare down the guy until he backs off. He'll walk behind you through crowded halls just to make sure no one touches you. But he'll deny it all.

"I'm not protecting you."

"Oh?"

"I just hate seeing pretty things ruined."

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who imagine fucking you long before he ever even touches you. He jerks off to the sound of your laugh. To the way you bite your pen. He's had dreams about you bent over a desk, hands tied, mouth gagged. But he keeps it all hidden—until he doesn't

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ! When it finally happens, it's filthy. It starts with a fight. A jealous comment. You snap back. And suddenly you're in a dark hallway, lips crushed, skirt shoved up.

"Wanted to fuck you for months," he growls against your throat.

"Now you're not leaving this wall until you scream."

He eats you out like he's owed it. Fingers you while whispering all the dirty things he's imagined. When he finally fucks you, it's rough, deep, possessive—his rings leaving marks on your hips.

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ! After, he's quiet—but watching. Lights a cigarette. Stares at the ceiling. Then looks over and pulls you into his chest like he didn't just wreck you. "We're doing this again," he murmurs, mouth at your temple.

"But next time, I want you in my bed."

ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ!ᴇɴᴢᴏ who doesn't confess. He just... acts like you're his. You'll find his jacket on your chair. His initials on a necklace he slips into your pocket. He doesn't say "I like you." He just shows up, kisses you hard, and mutters:

"Mine. Say it."

[lovelyxhorrors]

Matt hums, "You're not wrong there. I got the gist of Fyodor's leadership skills to his guys." He refers to his manipulated tactics, he smiles, "The guy sweet talks you, telling you whatever you need or want to hear, and then it's hook, line, and sinker. His claws got into your heart before he crushed it, killing you after he is done using you. The guy has charisma. He's great for being a cult leader. A literal demon using human flesh. But hey... devils used to be angels and are quite attractive to look at, that's why so people fall for him."

Matt chuckles, "Trust me...his types exist, not uncommon as there are famed serial killers who are good at it. I will admit that I almost fell for it. ALMOST. When he started withholding information from me because I suspect there's more than just some treasure that he's willing to kill a lot of people over it. I suspect it's some kind of weapon, but a book? Well..you can use that as a weapon. That's the reason I came here, I need to know what he's not telling me."

Matt eats a piece of bamboo shoot and continues to slurp his noodles. Man, these noodles are really good. The broth is filling. He might buy this almost every day. He goes to ask for another bowl now. To which the chef nods and starts to make him a third bowl.

"And I have a feeling, you're going to use that against him. The guy has no friends because he doesn't have any to begin with. You need to take pieces off his side of the chessboard. Making him vulnerable and having him do the work. You can't kill him, so the best thing to do is to imprison him, freeze him, or have him killed by something else that isn't human."

"But that's another topic for you to figure it out! Let's talk about that book! I am fine in defending a fake page. Might disappoint a lot of people, but hey...it gives me the same goals as usual. " He shrugs, not minding what Dazai suggested. "If I prove to it that I managed to fend off all the people who want the book, then you gotta hand me three pages of it. Maybe you can start now, and you can see what sort of folks my guys and I are." Matt smiles.

"The thing is-- it will start like that. People who seek the page, killing each other to get a chance at those pages. I can imagine by the time they reach you-- they'd be weakened and easy to dispose of. But it's only a matter of time before someone comes up like Fyodor, able to reign in the trouble makers and get them to work together for the pages. Once that one single individual surfaces, you will be out numbered and have a problem on your hands. Don't under estimate humans. Yeah a lot of them aren't any sort of master mind. But once a master mind steps up, that single person will have a whole army at their finger tips to destroy you..."

Dazai has seen it. Others being so easily manipulated. Even to the point those who would never work with another, the most blood thirsty criminals will fall in order with the right leader. He wouldn't risk it, never would. He believed the book and all it's pages stay hidden from the world until the end of the world...

"You can do as you wish with Fyodor.. Honestly if you wanted to stay with him after I spoke to you, or if I refused to help you find the pages you'd stay with him, I'd just carry on. I gave you my warning of his true nature.. If you still followed-- that's on you..."

Dazai scoffed at Matt's words, taking his glass of his soda to sip on it. "Easy to fall to his manipulation.. Funny-- when nearly almost everyone on Earth is easy to fall for his manipulation... You did it yourself, until I came to speak to you," Dazai pointed out to Matt.

The detective sighed and shook is head again. His chin in his palm now. "Nooope~. Still not gonna. Like I said, I can give you a fake page or something. Use it as a prop to lure people in. If you're so confident that no one would ever get it, why not use a fake page? They'd never know if it was fake if they never get to write on it," Dazai spoke out again and cast his gaze to the side to look at Matt. Giving him a good point about using a fake page and pressuring him a bit. If he was confident that he could 100% keep the page safe, then there was no need for a REAL page of the book. A copy could be replicated and used in place. No one would ever know if they didn't write on it...

"Sadly, they think it's a hassle when I make my attempts. They don't take me seriously. They treat it as some sort of comedy act. But then again-- that's how I make it seem. I make my attempts with humor so they don't take it seriously. it's always 'oh Dazai tried to drown himself again. Gotta fish him out. Groans.' I want them to treat it like a gag. I don't allow people to get close to me. The Agency might treat each other like family and friends, I do not see them that same way. I see them as nothing more than coworkers. Nothing more. I have no friends, I have allies, but not friends."

[aro-absol]

I hate how when I come out to other people as aromantic I'm so often met with a version of "don't you think you'll find the one?" and them telling me that I should be open minded and not rule out dating completely.

Like, why do they feel like they need to tell me that? Those words just revive all my doubts that I shouldn't call myself aro and that I'm not "valid" as aromantic. Do they not understand that it took a lot of courage to tell them this personal thing about myself and that them immediately questioning what I've said won't make me feel better?!

It took me over a year of soul-searching to gain the confidence to use this word to describe myself and my experiences, and their first reaction to me letting them in on this knowledge is that I have to be wrong and that it's not okay for me to call myself that.

I literally would have been fine if they just said, "okay, cool."

I hate that aromanticism is still seen as something so negative that people's first reaction to a coming out as aromantic is to console the person coming out (by invalidating them).

[bamsara]

So is the reason for Tyren getting more unhinged the side effects of the devotion necklace, or was this a downward spiral he would have gone done regardless of the necklace? I remember you talking about how the necklaces have consequences, and I'm curious if this is one of them.

Yeah!

Tyren would have been an already overly-doting and even jealous character on his own without the loyalty necklace, (and had been due to his crush on the Lamb even before recieving it, and what happens when you reject followers in-game) but his spiral into a unhealthy obsession and idolization was aided by the loyalty necklace.

If it was given to perhaps a regular, less devoted follower, the effects maybe wouldn't have had such severity. But Lamb got the materials/necklace from the mystic seller and isn't fully aware of the effects it might have on their followers yet.

So, dog is unhinged a bit on his own, but amplified by the necklace. He's originally friendly, caring and sweet. But you take good traits, too much of a good thing, and they can turn bad