#and i got written up for ‘attitude’ !! ha ha!! my guy i was trying not to cry in front of you!!

[dinogoofymutated]

Jealousy headcannons! Multi/GN!Reader - Cable, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver. Ok I know this wasn't on the schedule butttt Yeahhhh. Cable is going to have an extended version of his fic, and I might do the same for the others but no promises! Also I know that Cable's written half is literally just the snippet I shared with some minor edits but bear with me please his stuff is in the works!!! TWs: Jelousy. Barfights. No violence on Reader but men are creepy. Mentions of sex work. Cable and gambit make public spectacles it's just what they do. The return of wolverine and the X-men Pietro bc I love him

Cable

Look, any man who comes over to flirt with you after you walk in with a legit wall of muscle has to be either stupid or blind.

Cable is by no means a very jealous man. He's not gonna care if a man (or woman) approaches you and starts up a conversation. He might get a little frustrated if they start flirting with you, but he trusts you. He knows you can take care of yourself and he doesn't want you to feel like he's got you on a leash.

But when someone is being persistent, not taking no for an answer, and hell, putting their hands on you? He doesn't take it too well. He's more of an overprotective type when it comes to his flavor of jealousy.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts.

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and were getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately tried to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable ignores the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. There's a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

Gambit

Gambit is probably the most jealous man in this lineup. Again, He will get fidgety and somewhat aggressive when someone approaches you and begins to flirt, but he trusts you. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't, and as a result, he tends to grit his teeth and bite his tongue to keep himself in check.

There's definitely a very, very thin line in between "I don't want to be overbearing" Remy and "This guy needs to take the fucking hint" Remy.

He's mostly fine with drunk bastards, He thinks they're funny, and as long as they're not bothering you for the most part he'll keep the aggression to a minimum. -But the one thing he absolutely cannot stand is snobby pricks who think they can steal you from him because he's a "swamp rat."

"It's a shame to see such a lovely creature like you standing here all alone." You try not to roll your eyes at the man that approaches you. You and Remy were supposed to have a nice, romantic night out. It was your anniversary, and Remy had told you that he wanted to pull out all the stops for this one. Unfortunately, fate wasn't on either of your sides today. The X-men needed Gambit, and you told him that the plans can wait for another time. Remy, in a very gambit fashion, told you to dress up anyway and he bet he would meet you there. Definitely a rather High-stakes gamble, but you loved him, so you said you'd hold him to it.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like the restaurant was hosting an event at the bar for what looked like a rather stuffy- sorry, High-end law firm. You had been content with waiting for Remy, even if the waitress clearly looked convinced he was standing you up. You had ordered something to drink while you waited, and caught the wrong kind of attention during your trip to the bar.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for someone." You say, flashing him an annoyed smile. He smiles back in a smartass kind of way, flashing you his Rolex as he pushes up his glasses. Great. He thinks you're a sugar baby- or maybe a sex worker. Either way, you really wished he was anywhere but here.

"Right. I'll be honest with you, I know you've been waiting here for what- and hour now? Hour and a half? Any guy that leaves you here for that long is not worth your time, sweetheart." You cringe at the nickname, but he clearly can't seem to tell. At this point, you start debating your options. You could run to the bathroom, but there weren't any windows you could crawl out of and he could wait at the door for you to come out. You could try to leave, but you didn't want Remy to think that you left him hanging. It's probably best if you stay and wait for him, but man was this guy getting on your nerves.

"Again, I'm waiting on someone. I'm choosing to wait on him, and frankly, I'm not interested in you." You say bluntly, getting more and more aggravated. The man only smirks at you.

"You're certainly a fiesty one. Don't worry, I like it when they play hard to get." He sends you wink that makes you want to sock him, and to be honest, you start to think about it. The bell at the door of the restaurant dings, and you glance over, face breaking out in a smile at the sight of the man you had been waiting on.

Remy was still in his x-men suit, obviously having come fresh from the fight. He's got some dirt on his face, and his hair is a little messier than normal, but you had never been so happy to see him.

"Well, don't you clean up well." You joke as Remy walks to your table. He chuckles, barely sparing the other man a side-eye before picking up your hand to kiss it.

"Sorry, Chère. Originally, I planned on changin', but I couldn't stand the thought of leaving you here for another moment." Remy's fond gaze turns into a bit of a glare when he finally looks over at the gobsmacked man across the table from you. "I see you've made a new friend?" You roll your eyes at that, shaking your head. Remy gets the message.

There's a gasp from the other patrons of the restaurant, as the sound the contact made was rather loud. There's already a red mark forming on the mans face as you take Remy by the hand and begin to lead him out of the restaurant. Remy is looking at you like he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"You've been waiting all this time for some Cajun freak?" The man blurts out, finally having found his words.

"Watch it, Mon ami." Remy's shoulders tense as he snarls at the prick. You stand up, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze before you walk in front of the man. The side of his mouth slightly upturns as you do so, right before you slap the everloving shit out of him.

"I know you really wanted for us to eat here, honey, but to be honest? I like your cooking better anyway."

Nightcrawler

Kurt? Jealous???

Absolutely. He absolutely gets jealous. Kurt is much more of a "cat" kind of jealous than a Guard Dog kind of jealous though. He's not going to do anything crazy like punch anyone, but he's gonna brush up against you, slide his tail around your waist, hold your hand. He wants reassurance from you more than he is angered by whoever is flirting with you.

That's not to say he's not angry. He doesn't like the way some people look at you like a piece of meat instead of the intelligent, beautiful person you are, and he's not afraid to call people out on it.

Kurt knew that the guy you were talking to right now was only stopping to ask you for directions, but he really didn't like how close to you the guy was. Kurt had gone off to get you something to eat from the street food vendor nearby, telling you to just relax and he would be back soon.

When he returned with food in hand, it was obvious to him what was happening, but he still couldn't help but frown. The man is leaning into your space as he shows you the map in his hands. It's fine. There was obviously nothing really going on, the stranger must have been simply touchy. He then watches as the man sets a hand on the back of your waist to point at a building up ahead, and Kurt's mind quickly changes.

Obviously, you had stepped out of the stranger's reach quickly, uncomfortable with the action, but Kurt still slinked up to your side like a cat, pulling you close with his tail as he hands you your food, resting his newly freed hand behind your back.

"There you are, Meine Liebe. I hope you didn't wait for too long." Kurt says sweetly, giving you a grin. You smile back at him, thanking him for the food. You felt relieved to see him. Sure, the stranger that had been speaking to you seemed to be a nice man, but there was a certain amount of comfort and security Kurt provided when he was near you. Kurt makes a show of leaning in and kissing you on the cheek that makes you giggle. The stranger clears his throat after a quick moment.

"-Sorry if I interrupted your date. I appreciate the directions!" He says quickly, face flushed red from embarresment.

"You're perfectly fine! I hope you're able to find what you're looking for alright." You respond sweetly, waving as the man walks off. Kurt is pouting again when you look at him, tail still wrapped comfortably around you. You can't help but giggle.

"You're so jealous." You laugh. Kurt gives you an innocent look as he brushes off the accusation.

"Whaaat? No. Ich habe dich vermisst. That is all!"

Quicksilver

I'm not even gonna lie the fic half of this is just part of that enemies to lovers hcs that I wrote

anyway!!

Pietro is a very pouty, bratty kind of Jealous.

Like sure he trusts you and all but you actually looked at someone else while they were speaking to you? >:[ Don't look at them. Look at him. Smile at him not them. You're laughing at something they said? Well, he's funnier than them!!

He's just, so pouty over the smallest, pettiest things. He just needs a smooch on the forehead and some reassurance and also possibly cuddles, and he'll be fine. God he's such a brat ILHSM

However, If someone is actually flirting with you or going too far and making you uncomfortable, he will in fact throw hands. Or do his speedster thing and find a way to embarrass them, like pantsing them or planting something embarrassing on them. One time he snatched a guy's cell and called his wife before planting it in the man's pocket so she could hear all the flirting he was doing. Now that was fun.

"So I heard you had dinner with the wolfie guy tonight." The sound of Pietro's voice makes you yelp in surprise. You whirl around to see him leaning against the wall of your room, arms crossed. You scoff, and pick a pillow off of your bed to chuck it at him. He catches it easily.

"His name is Logan, and No. Not really. All we did was happen to sit next to each other at dinner." You turn back around to sit at your vanity, but Pietro is already there, sitting on the stool with the pink pillow tucked into his arms.

"So you did have dinner with him?" He pouts. You roll your eyes at him, holding back a laugh as you shove him off the seat. He looses his balance for less than a second before there's a gust and he's sitting cross-legged on your bed, having tossed the pillow to the side.

"What does it matter to you, anyway? You're not even supposed to be here, Pietro." You tease as you sit down, unable to keep yourself from smiling. You comb through your hair as you ready yourself for bed, still grinning like an idiot as you hear Pietro huff and haw.

"Why shouldn't it matter?" He asks, watching as you complete your routine. "I- I have a reason to care." He stutters out cheeks flushing a light pink that reaches his ears. You cover your mouth to keep yourself from laughing.

"Don't laugh!" Pietro objects, and it sends you into a fit of laughter as you stand back up and flop onto your back on the bed next to him.

"He's not my type anyway." You say. It only takes a second before Pietro is leaning over you, caging you between his arms. There's the ghost of a grin beginning to form on his face, simply at the sight of your own cheesy expression.

"What is your type, then?" He asks, and you cock an eyebrow at him.

"Let's just say I prefer a man who can keep up with me." You say with a wink that may or may not have been the most terribly, corny action you could have done. Pietro doesn't seem to care as his face is split with an equally as corny grin.

Both of you are caught off guard by someone calling your same from the hallway, and then a knock shortly after. You take Pietro's moment of distraction and quickly lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. Pietro looks absolutely shocked.

"You better get going." You whisper. He smiles at you, almost in disbelief, and then he's gone, the window left open and the breeze catching on curtains, blowing gently.

[slutforvoldy]

“ DRIVEN TO YOU. ” ( kimi antonelli ! )

SUMMARY: the reader swore that she will never fall for a driver—but fate has a way of forcing you to break the rules you made to protect your heart.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: enemies to lovers, lots of banter, chaotic timeline, mentions death, mentions crashes

pairing: kimi antonelli x female!reader

FLASHBACK – EIGHT YEARS AGO Abu Dhabi Grand Prix – Final Lap

THE WORLD WAS on its feet.

The sky was painted in orange fire and smoke as the sun set over Yas Marina, casting long shadows across the pit lane. Your fingers curled around the armrest of the VIP paddock seat, knuckles white.

"Dad’s gonna win," You whispered to yourself, your voice barely audible over the roar of engines.

And he was.

He was flying down the straight, purple sectors lighting up the timing screen. His name is in bold gold. Your heart raced as you clutched the little plush your dad gave you before every race.

Then came the scream.

Not yours. The tires. The engine. The crowd. The silence.

The screen flickered and cut to the on-board camera. Then off.

“Red flag! Red flag!”

You stood, too stunned to cry.

The car had flipped—rolled once, then twice, before slamming into the barriers. Sparks. Fire. Smoke.

You didn’t remember how you got to the hospital. Only the cold sterility of the waiting room. Your mother holding you too tight. Reporters outside. The security trying to keep them out.

And the doctor. White coat, clipboard. Words you couldn’t understand until your mom collapsed into sobs.

He didn’t make it.

Your father. The world champion. Your hero.

Gone.

You were only ten. Too young to lose him.

That was the moment you made the promise.

I’ll never love another driver. I won’t love anything that can be taken from me like that ever again.

Never again.

PRESENT DAY — MONACO

“You’re coming,” Ollie insisted, holding the door of the Haas motorhome open like it was a threat.

“I’m not.”

“You owe me. I was there for your university showcase, remember? Now you show up for my FP1 debrief.”

“You’re evil.”

“I’m your best friend.”

“Same thing.”

Reluctantly, you followed him inside. The scent of rubber, adrenaline, and overpriced coffee clung to the air. You tried not to look too long at the cars—especially not at the one with “ANTONELLI” written in bold on the side of the W16.

That was the other problem.

Kimi Antonelli.

Ollie’s best friend. The new golden boy at Mercedes. A name with pressure carved into it and a future brighter than the sun. And a complete pain in your ass.

Both of you had met once. That was all it took to decide you couldn’t stand each other.

FLASHBACK — A FEW MONTHS AGO

Your memory of your first encounter with Kimi still made you cringe. You were just a shadow in the paddock, trying to stay out of the way, when Kimi had walked up to you, all confidence and arrogance wrapped in a Mercedes jacket. His piercing gaze had swept over you in a way that made you feel like you were under a microscope. And, of course, that’s when you opened your mouth.

“Seriously, who are you? Some kind of new poster boy for Mercedes?”

He had laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief. “No. I’m just the guy who’s going to take your precious Ollie down a peg.”

“Right. Like that’s gonna happen.”

You didn't mean to sound so dismissive, but something about him rubbed you the wrong way—his smug attitude, the way he carried himself as if he was already the champion of F1.

“I’m Kimi, by the way,” he said, extending his hand with a sly grin.

“I don’t care.”

He had chuckled and dropped his hand, unbothered. “Well, you’re cute when you’re mad. You should smile more.”

You stared at him, speechless, and muttered, “I hate you.”

The smirk never left his face. “Likewise.”

PRESENT DAY

You didn’t look up when he entered the lounge, but you felt him—like static in the air.

“I know that glare,” he said, grabbing a water bottle. “Who pissed you off this time?”

“You, probably.”

“I haven’t said a word yet.”

“Exactly.”

He sat across from you, stretching like a cat who knew he was being watched.

“Take a shower, Antonelli. I can smell you from here.”

He smirked. “Care to join me?”

“In your dreams.”

“You’re not denying it’s your dream too.”

“I’m denying everything about you.”

“You always do.”

You groaned. “I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why everyone fawns over you. You’re not that good looking, alright?”

“So you admit I’m good looking?”

“What? N-no. Never.”

“Too late. Already heard it.”

“You’re impossible...” You started. “It’s impossible not to hate you.”

“It’s impossible not to hate you,” he mocked in a voice that made you throw a cushion at him.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to murder me but also like… you want me.”

He paused, just for a second, eyes flickering over your face. “That’s oddly specific.”

You stood abruptly. “I need air.”

“Running again?”

“No. Leaving, because you’re unbearable.”

“You sure it’s not because you like me?”

You froze in the hallway, heart lurching. “I don’t like you.”

He stared at you, gaze unreadable. “You sure?”

“You piss me off.”

“You intrigue me.”

“Go to hell, Antonelli.”

“I’ll save you a seat.”

BARCELONA — A FEW DAYS LATER

At Barcelona, the media pen was buzzing with post-race chatter, and you were standing impatiently, waiting for Ollie to finish his interviews. But before you could zone out, a familiar voice broke through the crowd.

Kimi, leaning against a nearby wall, smirked as he crossed his arms. “Didn’t know the devil followed races now.”

You didn’t even glance at him, eyes still fixed on the chaos around you. “Didn’t know children were allowed in the paddock.”

He took a step closer, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement. “You’re cute when you’re mean.”

Your patience snapped. “Yeah, well, I’m cute when I punch people, too.” Without waiting for his response, you spun on your heel and stormed off, your heart racing. You didn’t look back, but you could practically feel his smirk following you.

MONTREAL – A FEW WEEKS LATER

A few weeks later, while you were both waiting for their drivers’ meeting in the paddock, Kimi leaned casually against the wall, watching the bustle of activity around them. You stood nearby, focused on your phone, trying to ignore him.

Kimi’s voice cut through her concentration. “You know, if you ever want any advice on how to look less miserable, I’m your guy.”

You shot him a sideways glance. “Oh, right, you’re the expert on looking happy while being an arrogant prick.”

He grinned. “It’s an art, really.”

“Yeah,” You said with a sharp exhale. “A sad, sorry art.”

Kimi’s smile only widened. “Maybe I like making you mad. Makes you more fun.”

You glared at him. "I’m not here to entertain you, Antonelli."

He leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Too bad. You’re way more entertaining when you’re pissed off.”

You crossed your arms, trying to look unaffected. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he said, his voice teasing. “But you still don’t hate me enough to leave.”

SPIELBERG – A FEW DAYS LATER

During Free Practice, you and Kimi were both standing near the track, watching the cars zoom by. Kimi, ever the teasing presence, couldn’t resist.

“You know, you look better when you’re focused on something other than me,” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I wasn’t aware I was ever focused on you.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he replied, a mocking tone in his voice. “But I’m pretty sure your mind just doesn’t shut up about me.”

“Oh please,” You shot back, “My mind’s too busy thinking about more important things than your annoying face.”

Kimi chuckled, leaning closer, his voice lowering slightly. “Well, I don’t mind being the thing you think about, even if it’s only in passing.”

You groaned, knowing he was trying to get under your skin. But as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t help but notice how distracting he was at that moment.

That night, after another grueling FP3 session, you found yourself standing outside the garages, the chill of the night air cutting through your jacket. You were exhausted, but you needed a few moments to breathe before heading back to your hotel.

But you hadn’t expected to see him.

But there he was, leaning casually against the wall, his Mercedes jacket unzipped, his arms folded.

“Thought you’d run off already,” he said, his voice carrying the same playful tone as always.

“I’m not running. I’m staying away from you,” you replied, your voice sharp.

He raised an eyebrow. “Still mad I beat Ollie in qualifying?”

You couldn’t hold back the frustration anymore. “God, it’s not about that,” you snapped. “You always think it’s about you.”

Kimi straightened, stepping closer. “What is it really, [L/N]? Why do you hate me so much?”

“I hate Formula 1. I hate you.”

There was a pause—a heavy silence that lingered like a storm cloud. He couldn’t have expected your words to cut so deep.

“Why?” he asked, his voice quieter this time. “Did your ex used to race or something?” He chuckled

You froze. His words hit too close to home. Your body trembled as the memories came rushing back.

“My dad was a driver,” You said in a raw whisper, barely able to contain the emotion. “He died in a crash. I watched it happen. That’s why I hate this world. And you—” You shook your head, blinking furiously to hold back the tears. “I swore I’d never love anything that could be taken from me like that.”

For a moment, there was no sound. Just the rush of blood in your ears.

Kimi took a small step forward, lowering his voice. “I didn’t know.”

“You wouldn’t have known,” you whispered back.

“I’m sorry,” Kimi said, his voice barely audible.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize. It doesn’t change anything,” You said, wiping your face.

And then, as if to put distance between the two of you, you crossed your arms and said, “By the way, nothing is gonna change between us because of this, okay?”

His gaze softened, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

Because they both knew everything had changed.

They hadn’t spoken about that night.

Not in Silverstone, not in the messages Kimi never sent, and certainly not now—walking past each other in the paddock like nothing had changed. But it had.

You felt it every time he looked at you.

It wasn’t hatred anymore. It wasn’t even annoyance.

It was knowing.

Knowing your grief. Knowing the promise you made. Knowing how close he was to breaking it.

And worse? You were letting him.

That terrified you more than the memory of the crash.

Ollie had finished P5. Kimi took P2. You found yourself in the back of the paddock, waiting for Ollie, when you saw Kimi approach—sweaty, still in his fireproofs, a towel around his neck.

“You came,” he said, not smug for once. Just surprised.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I came for Ollie.”

“Right,” he said, stepping closer. “You always hang around where I am, for Ollie.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. “I’m not here for you, Antonelli.”

“Sure you’re not,” he said softly, and for once, there was no edge.

Just something warm. Dangerous.

You looked away. “You still drive like a maniac.”

“You still look at me like you want to throw something.”

“I usually do.”

But the banter had lost its bite.

SPA – A FEW WEEKS LATER

After the red flag incident at Spa, you found yourself back in the garage, trying to shake off the trembling feeling you got from seeing the crash footage. Your hands were still shaking, and you kept your head low, hoping no one would notice. But Kimi noticed. He always noticed.

As you turned to leave the garage, Kimi followed you, his footsteps purposeful and steady. He caught up with you just outside, where the noise of the race seemed to fade, and there was only the sound of breathing.

"You good?" His voice was low, almost careful.

You didn’t answer immediately, unsure of how to explain the way the sight of the crash rattled you. He waited, not pushing, but not walking away either. It was a rare moment for Kimi—showing concern without making a joke.

“I’m fine,” you finally muttered, but the words felt weak.

“You’re lying.” His bluntness was almost comforting. Kimi wasn’t one for small talk or pity. He was straightforward, and there was something about that honesty that made you want to open up.

“I don’t... I don’t like seeing crashes,” you admitted quietly, almost as if you hadn’t intended to say it out loud. “It reminds me of... something.”

Kimi didn’t say anything for a moment. Instead, he stepped a little closer, his expression unreadable.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked simply. No teasing, no sarcasm—just a genuine offer to listen.

For a split second, you almost said yes, but you swallowed the words. "No," you whispered, shaking your head. "I just need some air."

Without another word, Kimi simply nodded, respecting your space. But there was a subtle softness in his gaze that wasn’t there before. A quiet understanding made your chest tighten.

Kimi found you again in the paddock the next week. And the next. Every time, a little softer, a little less like a contest.

He’d offer you a water bottle after a tough session, like he cared but didn’t know how to show it. He’d pass you a jacket when you stayed too long in the cold, only to have you stare at it with suspicion before you wrapped it around your shoulders.

None of these moments were confessions. But they were becoming something.

One evening, after another sweaty FP3 session, he handed you a bottle of water. “You look like you’re gonna faint.”

You stared at him, not blinking. “And I suppose that’s a you problem?”

“You sure?” Kimi smirked. “’Cause I’m concerned.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And I suppose you think I’ll just melt into your arms now?”

“Maybe.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Get lost.”

In another night, when Ollie left to debrief with his team, Kimi found you lingering in the garage. Alone.

“Stay in here too long, and you’ll freeze to death,” he said, throwing a jacket over your shoulders.

“You’ve been watching me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kimi shot back, eyes avoiding yours. “Just—take the jacket.”

You didn’t respond, but for the first time, you didn’t push it away.

Eventually, the boundaries between hate and something else got thinner.

You would never admit it but truth be told, you liked him in ways you couldn’t explain—especially when you remembered the promise you made to yourself. So you hated him instead.

Sometimes, you pass each other in the paddock tunnels, and Kimi would mutter something under his breath — usually sarcastic, occasionally sincere — and you’d snap back with something equally sharp, but neither walked away fast enough.

There was the time he stood behind you in the coffee queue and, without asking, added an extra sugar to your cup before handing it over like it was no big deal. “You always forget,” he said, without looking you in the eye. You didn’t remember ever telling him how you liked your coffee.

Another time, you tripped over a cable while backing up from a chaotic post-race moment, and Kimi instinctively caught you by the waist, steadying you. His hand stayed there longer than it needed to. Long enough that when he finally let go, her skin still felt warm.

There were more moments like that. Subtle, unspoken exchanges chipped away at the distance between them. Like when he unexpectedly stood next to you, post-race. Neither of you spoke, but just having him there—his quiet presence beside you as both of you pretended to ignore the world around you—was enough. It was different than before. More comfortable. More... real.

You tried to ignore the growing feelings that you couldn’t quite shake off. It was stupid. You hated him. You had to. He was an F1 driver. He lived a life that was dangerous and unpredictable. He reminded you too much of what you had lost, what you had sworn to never let back into your life. And yet, with every passing day, it became harder to deny the pull between the two of you.

You still hated him. But there was something else, too.

Something you couldn’t name yet, something you weren’t ready to confront.

After a tense week of press events and interviews, you and Kimi found yourselves in an unusual situation: standing on the roof of the Mercedes garage. It was late, the stars bright against the clear sky, and the bustling noise of the paddock below felt far away.

Kimi was leaning on the railing, his eyes on the horizon. You stood next to him, still trying to figure out why you didn’t feel like pushing him away.

"What's your deal?" you asked, your voice breaking the silence.

He didn’t look at you, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "What do you mean?"

"You’re not the same," you said, unsure if you even meant to say it aloud. "After that day, you're... different."

Kimi let out a slow breath, then finally glanced at you. “I didn’t expect you to break down in front of me, you know. But I’m not gonna pretend I don’t notice things.”

You shrugged, feeling the familiar guard come up. “I don't need your pity.”

But Kimi shook his head. “You don’t have to act tough all the time. It’s alright to let people help.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for the first time in a long time, the walls you'd built up felt a little thinner. He didn’t need to say anything more. Kimi was never one for comforting words, but somehow, his presence was more than enough.

“I don’t need your help,” you muttered, but the way you said it was different this time—softer.

Kimi raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you look like you need it?”

You didn’t answer, but for a brief second, you allowed yourself to lean closer, just a fraction. He didn’t pull away.

“Maybe I do,” you whispered, the admission more vulnerable than you ever intended it to be.

MONZA – A FEW WEEKS LATER

You were in the Haas hospitality lounge when it happened. Watching from the screen.

Lap 27. Wet track. Cold tires.

Kimi was fighting for P3. Fast, aggressive, typical Kimi. Then—

The slide.

The barrier.

The silence.

Yellow flag. No movement from Car 12.

“No,” you whispered.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as the screen cut to the crash angle. His car crumpled against the wall. Debris was scattered across the track.

“No,” you said louder, this time running.

Ollie shouted after you. People turned. Cameras clicked, but you didn’t care.

You were already sprinting toward the medical center, soaked by rain, panic building with every step.

Not again.

Not him.

Please, not him.

You burst through the doors of the medical center, breathing heavily. You almost stumbled when you saw him sitting there, his helmet off and looking slightly dazed but not seriously hurt. Relief flooded through you, and you rushed to his side.

He looked up, eyes unfocused for a moment, before he smirked. "You came to see me?"

"Don't get used to it," you muttered, your voice betraying how shaken you were. "I just—"

"Yeah," Kimi interrupted with a teasing grin, "You care. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone."

“I thought—” your voice broke, tears spilling. “God, I thought you were gone.”

He stood, pain shooting through him, but he moved anyway. “Hey, hey, I’m okay.”

You clutched his arm, sobbing, forehead against his chest.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close you were. “I just... I couldn’t lose someone else,” you whispered, barely audible.

Kimi's smirk softened, and he reached out, placing a hand on your arm. "You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere."

For once, the teasing was gone. He wasn’t making light of the situation, but instead, offering something far more genuine: reassurance.

The quiet tension between them melted, and in that moment, for the first time, you let yourself relax.

“I should’ve stayed away from all this,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“I told myself I would.”

“I know.”

“I swore I’d never fall for a driver. Never again.”

Kimi fully turned to you, his gaze steady. “But you did.”

Silence.

Then, barely audible: “Yeah.”

A breath. His thumb brushed against your face.

“I was scared of you,” you admitted. “You reminded me of everything I lost.”

“You still scare me,” he said. “You made me feel things I wasn’t ready for.”

“I don’t want to lose you like I lost him.”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “You won’t. But even if—if that day comes—I’d rather have you now than regret never letting you in.”

A tear slid down your cheek. You didn’t wipe it away.

“You make it really hard to hate you.”

“I’ll take that as progress,” he said with a small smile.

You sniffed. “By the way, nothing’s changed. I still hate you.”

He laughed softly. “Of course you do.”

But they both knew.

Everything had changed.

[onlyangel4]

onlyangel4 1k event - P4. YT22. SMAU.

trope: secret long term relationship

pairing: yuki tsunoda x fiancé!reader

faceclaim: kiko mizuhara

1k event

y/nprivinsta

liked by y/bff, yukitsunoda, alexandrasaintmleux and 102 others

tagged: yukitsunoda

y/nprivinsta: this year was my third summer break as a wag and i have to say it was the best one yet

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yukitsunoda: i fucked it for myself i'll never top this

y/nprivinsta: gonna have to think outside of the box baby

y/bff: i haven't stopped crying since you facetimed me

y/nprivinsta: i love you so much

alexandrasaintmleux: we need to go out and celebrate

iamrebeccad: i'm coming

flavy.barla: and me

francisca.cgomes: me too

pierregasly: so happy for you both

y/nprivinsta: thank you pierre!

landonorris: omg the shortest couple in f1 are getting married

y/nprivinsta: you really have the attitude of a six foot man

alexandrasaintmleux

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tagged: flavy.barla. iamrebeccad. francisca.cgomes. lilymhe.

alexandrasaintmleux: ladies night

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flavy.barla: the best night ever

alexandrasaintmleux: even if we did lose y/n for a hot minute

user1: who tf is y/n

iamrebeccad: love you all

lilymhe: the best night out in a long time

user2: so we know they are all wags but who is that other girl

user3: the logical side of my brain says just a friend but the delulu side of my brain makes me think maybe we have a new wag

user4: i need to know who that other girl is

y/nprivinsta posted a story

written: watching the whole f1 community blow up trying to find out who i am has me giggling

yukitsunoda: they are guessing that you are a wag for literally anyone but me

y/nprivinsta: yeah i read an article that i'm lando's secret girlfriend

f1updates

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f1updates: so lando was just questioned about the girl, y/n in alex's new instagram post and his reaction is the funniest thing ever

interviewer: "so is it true that you have a new girl in your life"

lando (confused as ever): "what? wait you mean y/n"

*he started hysterically laughing*

lando: "no me and y/n are not together, jesus christ you guys need to stop believing everything that you see on twitter, you are going to get me killed"

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user6: that response makes me think she is deffo a wag

user7: but who is she dating lando

user8: y'all need to stop being so fucking nosey

y/nprivinsta posted a story tagging yukitsunoda

written: last dinner with my fiancée, here's to many more with my husband

alexandrasaintmleux posted a story

written: the last time i posted this girl f1 twitter almost went up in flames

f1updates posted a story

written: guys an interviewer just asked yuki if he did anything exciting with his summer break. his response was "well i got married" AND THEN HE JUST WALKED OFF

yukitsunoda

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yukitsunoda: introducing y/n tsunoda, the love of my life

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y/nprivinsta: i love you more than anything

yukitsunoda: more than sakura

y/nprivinsta: know your place that cat is my child

pierregasly: the best wedding ever

yukitsunoda: do you even remember it, you were so drunk

landonorris: i still can't believe people were shipping me with your wife

yukitsunoda: count your days norris

user9: holy shit yuki married a BADDIE

user10: omg they have a cat that is so cute

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[yup-thats-me]

—AI fiasco • C. San

ღpairing; bf!San x gf!reader ღsummary; San has a work-wife, apparently. ღa/n; this is crack i think but its too funny not to post. If anyone is lost, watch this video :)

"Babe! Look at me," San pouted, utterly deflated in all meaning of the word. "Did I do something?"

Y/n, on the other hand continued on to buff her nails, not sparing the man on her phone screen even a glance. "I don't know," She shrugged, blowing off the dust.

"Did you do something?"

San did not like this. Whenever his girl got all sassy, he knew he was in trouble but if he showed it on his face, he'll only dig his grave deeper. So trying to keep up his poker face, he ran through all the things he did after he came to Chile.

Did he not kiss her goodbye at the airport? No, he can bet on his life that he did. Or did he not leave her with his shirts that look so comfy and beautiful on her? He counted everything he had packed and he's pretty sure he did leave her the hoodie he had worn and quite a lot of his shirts.

So what did he do? San for the life of him, could not tell.

He was about to say something when his hotel room door opened and barged in Seonghwa and Mingi like a bunch of toddlers.

"Y/N!" Mingi shouted, jumping. "How are you? We haven't seen you in a while!"

Y/n sat up straight on her chair, smiling at the two men that covered most of her screen. "Hey, Minky and Hwa," She waved. "I miss you guys so much!"

"Ah, my heart," Exclaimed Seonghwa as he dramatically put his hand over his chest. "I miss my baby sister so much."

To say San was hurt at his girlfriend's sudden change of attitude would be an understatement. He stared the screen, hurt written all over his face.

"So now you can hear!"

Mingi and Seonghwa looked at Y/n and could immediately tell the two were bickering. But that doesn't mean they have to leave. They're all family, and honestly, Y/n has built this sibling bond with the rest of the guys that she donesn't feel insecure or worried about letting them see her and San fighting. They're family.

"I can hear everyone, but not cheaters, San."

Her reply made all three of the men's jaw drop. Cheating? San? Mingi in a flash was holding San's collar. "San, you did what?" Disbelief and what is that, a little smile at the corner of his lips?

San looked at the two looming over him, confused and shocked. "I don't know, man!'' He reasoned. "Babe, what are you saying?"

Seonghwa on the other hand tried to suppress his laughter away from the frame.

Y/n leaned in closer and paused for dramatic effect.

"Why don't you know who I'm talking about? Do you not know who Yoonseul is?"

San blinked.

Oh.

Oh.

"Girl," The word just left his lips in defeat and disbelief.

As soon as San spoke the other two couldn't hold it in anymore. They bursts out laughing, Mingi even rolling on the floor in laughter.

"Don't 'girl' me, Choi San!" Y/n said angrily. "You're clearly cheating on me with that vile creation!"

"Babe, c-calm down," San tried to mellow out his fuming girlfriend. "We can have a civilized conversation."

"Civilized conversation? What about this is civilized or gentlemanly?"

"Want me to pull out the receipts of you cheating? Here."

And she started.

"'Yoonseul, I'm so hungry' and the bitch responds: 'If you're hungry,, you should eat, San. Or should I cook up something for you or perhaps accompany you?'"

San tried to cover his face in embarrassment, his bandmates dying of laughter in the back probably does not help.

"'Yoonseul, I miss my wife,' nice coming from you, cheater, but i digress. Your work wife replies 'Oh I'm so sorry, San. But I can surely do something about it. Don't worry, San, I'm always here for you.'"

San tried to fight back this time around. "You can't blame me! I was missing you!"

"Firstly, shhh!" Y/n put a finger to her lips. "Second; You miss your wife and you come up with the genius plan of going to a god forsaken AI to help you. Genius!" She continued.

"And the infamous: 'You really worked hard today'..." She stared at San blankly before she continued.

"And your beloved wife says: 'Oh San, that is such a sweet thing to say!'" She even put on a really cheery voice to match, too.

"Alright, alright," begged San. "Babe, I get it. I ''cheated' on you with a stupid AI. Please forgive me, my goddess."

Mingi and his hyung were finally done laughing their asses off. Standing beside San, Mingi spoke in a tone of disbelief. "San, I never expected this from you. Cheating on my little sister? You horrible man!"

"Exactly!" Added Seonghwa from the side. "If I had someone as sweet, caring loving, thoughtful, pretty and absolutely perfect as Y/n, I'd never even look at someone else let alone a mindless AI."

San nodded. He was guilty but then he remembered something.

"Y/n...How did you get those texts from? I started 'cheating' after I came on our show and that episode showed only the last one."

Y/n shrugged. "I have my connections."

A choked cough from Seonghwa told San of the culprit.

"Hyung!"

"What!?" Seonghwa screamed back. "Gotta let homegirl know everything."

"Bye, Y/n or else your buff man's gonna plummet us to death!" Mingi laughed, sprinting to the door.

"All hail the bro-code!" Seonghwa added, running out as Y/n's chased after the two.

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reqs are open 🦦🩷

[ratatoastwrites]

Playing house

Spencer Reid x gn!reader

[this was specifically written with s2 bratty(suffering from withdrawal)!Spencer in mind 🧚‍♀️]

Synopsis: “has a PhD in engineering and thinks that Ikea manuals are for stupid people” boyfriend vs “isn’t really a good handyman but is determined to follow the rules” s/o get into a bit of an argument 🫢

a/n: it’s me woo! did y’all miss me? 🌝 ofc u did!! 🥰 jkjk but umm i was inspired to write this bcuz i actually got a new chair from ikea a few days ago and i almost ripped out all my hair by the time i managed to put it together ✨ i was listening to the Like a Prayer EP from deadpool & wolverine for the whole two (2) hours it took me to put it together as well lmao 🪑 also, the pic on the left of the moodboard is my own ikea manual on the exact page i messed up!! fun 🧚‍♀️ also, did u guys like that i included a synopsis this time? i hope u did ;)

cw: light angst, arguing about something that shouldn’t really be a cause of an argument, reader has one (1) violent thought but doesn’t actually mean it and also doesn’t act on it ofc, allusion to Spencer’s addiction/withdrawal, some kinda unhealthy thoughts, Spencer is a bit 🤏 of an asshole in the beginning, mostly fluffy ending, also kinda rushed ending which is my bad :( sorry

“This is stupid. And you’re doing it wrong.”

You scoffed in exasperation at your boyfriend’s complaints, but otherwise kept your focus on the task at hand.

You’ve been trying to assemble your new desk chair for the past half hour, while Spencer loomed over your hunched figure, like an unhelpful little devil on your shoulder.

“Well, why don’t you do it then?”

You mumbled under your breath, not necessarily wanting him to hear. He did anyway.

“Well, I would. If you weren’t so insistent on using the manual.”

You could quite literally hear the eye roll in his tone, and while you usually didn’t mind his bratty attitude, right now it wasn’t helping your already frustrated mood.

“Oh, right. Silly me, using the manual that tells me how to assemble this piece of- furniture.”

You had to try your hardest not to start cursing, not wanting to let this swedish nightmare of a chair get the better of you. Spencer sighed behind you, and you were secretly hoping that it was a sigh of resignation.

“I have a PhD in engineering, do you really think that I don’t know how to assemble a chair from Ikea?”

Your hopes were proven to be futile, just like every other time you found yourself not seeing eye to eye with your boyfriend. You took a deep breath, not wanting to turn this petty argument into an actual fight.

“I don’t know, Spencer. And I’m not interested in finding out. I just don’t understand what you’re trying to prove by refusing the very idea of using the manual.”

Your tone became a little sharper by the end, although it wasn’t actually aimed at him. As you read over the manual again, you realised that you messed up the last step, cursing quietly under your breath as you had to undo the last eight screws in the armrests.

“Good thing you were using the manual.”

You were seriously contemplating throwing the screwdriver at your boyfriend’s smartass head after his smug comment. However, you just slowly put it down instead, before standing up from your place on the carpet, ignoring the crackling in your knees as you turned around to face him.

“Spencer, I love you more than words could describe, but you’re seriously getting on my last nerve right now. I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, do not follow me please.”

You told him with eerie calmness, before walking out of the living room and towards the kitchen.

You tried to ignore the guilt gnawing at your stomach at how annoyed you’d gotten over something so trivial. You knew that he was going through a rough patch in his life, and you couldn’t blame him for being more annoying than usual. But you couldn’t always have the patience of a saint, and you were already quite worked up about that stupid chair.

‘I just need a few moments of peace. Then I’ll go back and pretend like everything is okay. As per usual.’

You tried telling yourself, blocking out the voices saying how unhealthy that sounded.

You went through the steps of making your tea, doing your best to silence the myriad of emotions swirling in your chest. By the time you finished your hot beverage and put your cup in the sink, all your previous frustrations were gone, replaced by only tiredness. The weight of the day weighed on your shoulders as you dragged yourself back to the living room, although the slight aching in your muscles quickly faded to the back of your mind when you took in the sight waiting for you in there.

“Wh- Spence?”

You were dumbfounded as you looked at your boyfriend, who was standing next to your -now assembled!- chair with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh, put it together for you. All according to the manual, of course.”

His tone was almost shy, and he gave you the sweetest puppy dog eyes imaginable, which never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“But I thought the manual was stupid.”

You stepped closer to him, still feeling a little confused, but your gaze softened in fondness as you looked at him. He shuffled on his feet a little, glancing between you and the chair awkwardly.

“It is. But it doesn’t matter. According to the studies, most healthy relationships are based on compromises. I guess I just realised that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately.”

You frowned at his words, stepping even closer to him, until you were almost toe to toe. You didn’t like it when he talked about himself like that, and he quickly understood your expression.

“You know it’s true. You’ve been nothing but patient and accepting since I… And I can’t even swallow my pride for an hour to help you put together a piece of furniture.”

He continued before you could argue, and your heart broke as he trailed off mid-sentence. You knew that it was hard for him to acknowledge what he was going through, and you really wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong. But you knew that those empty words of comfort wouldn’t do your relationship any good.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. But Spence, I don’t want you to think that me being there for you is a chore, or a sacrifice. I’m being patient and accepting, because I love you.“

You told him, reaching your hands out to hold his, interlocking your fingers as you smiled at him softly.

“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. And you being a little annoying about a stupid chair doesn’t make you a bad boyfriend. Not to mention that you ended up putting it together for me.”

You nodded your head towards the aforementioned furniture next to you, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you smiled at him fondly.

“I don’t deserve you.”

He said softly, tilting his forehead against yours.

“Negative. You deserve only good things in your life.”

You told him, before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

The two of you didn’t always agree, and you could both be incredibly stubborn. But at the end of the day there was nothing you wouldn’t do for your beautiful, intelligent, sweetheart of a boyfriend, no matter how much he tested your patience. And you knew that he felt the exact same way about you.

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Bonus badly edited pic of Spencer in my new chair ✨

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Hot Daddy

Prompt Day 23: Hot Chocolate | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Mild Use of "Daddy" | Tags: AU, Meet Cute, Single Dad Steve, Platonic Stobin

"Hot chocolate?" 

Eddie's startled from his thoughts, looking to see where the unexpected question came from. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, off in his own world, as Wayne would say. Well, he says that, and that Eddie's lucky he doesn't accidentally walk into traffic.

Which, true. It has happened a time or two. But what Wayne doesn't know won't hurt him.

Locating the voice that had spoken is interesting, because Eddie was not expecting to look down, or expecting a hot man next to a table full of little girls clearing running a fundraiser. There's a little girl looking up at him expectantly, and she must have been the one that asked.

Hot guy's hand is resting on her shoulder protectively, and she must be his daughter, since she's his little doppelganger.

The guy is eyeing him, and Eddie knows he looks scarier than he actually is, so he smiles, trying to look less intimidating. At least the girl isn't scared of him, it seems. Not his tattoos, not his piercings, not his heavy leather and attitude.

"Hi, sir!" She says, all chipper, like it isn't freezing cold, "We're selling hot chocolate and cookies to help pay for camp."

It's a script, and a little stilted, but she's got the spirit, that's for sure. And he hasn't been called sir in, well, ever, maybe.

"Of course," he says, and shifts his duffle bag to his other arm so he can reach for his wallet.

The little handwritten sign has their pricing, which he is certain is too low, and he fishes out a ten dollar bill, handing it over.

"Keep the change," he says, and the girls squeal and jump up and down. 

The man finally grins, like Eddie's won him over, just a little. 

Suddenly, there's several girls wanting to be involved in the translation, handing him a sack of cookies, napkins, as hot dad pours hot chocolate out of a stainless steel dispenser.

"Marshmallows?" he asks, and Eddie grins.

"You know it."

He shakes some into Eddie's cup, then a few more as he meets Eddie's eyes and winks, then hands it over.

"Thank you," Eddie says, and he could look into those golden eyes all day. He'd love to see them in the daylight. He bets they are so warm.

"Thanks for supporting the cause," the pretty-eyed hot dad says, and Eddie takes one more long look at him before walking away.

It's good hot chocolate and great cookies. He's impressed. 

The table isn't there the next night, or the few after, and Eddie feels a little bummed out that he missed his opportunity to flirt a little, feel him out.

He wasn't wearing a ring.

Eddie's certain of that. He looked. He also knows no ring isn't the end all and be all, some people just don't wear them, but no ring means that he might have had a chance. And a chance is all he needs.

So, he was hoping they'd be back now that it is the weekend again, but no luck.

"Why so mopey?" Robin asks, and Eddie turns to look at her. 

"I saw a guy on the sidewalk, and I hoped he'd be back on the street corner tonight–"

"Eddie!"

"–but maybe it was just a weekend thing?" Eddie ponders.

"Eddie, are you trying to hire a prostitute?" she asks, eyes huge.

"What? No!" He throws back his head and laughs, "He was a perfectly respectable man! With a little girl!" 

She raises an eyebrow.

"His daughter!"

Eddie's just digging a deeper and deeper hole as she laughs at him.

"I'm not following," she says, leaning on the counter of the music store. She started about two months ago, and so far, he likes her.

"There was a booth of kids doing a fundraiser. The dad that was supervising was hot."

She laughs at him, but it doesn't seem mean. Then her face changes, "When was this? What'd he look like?"

"Last Friday. Good hair. My height? I don't know. A real pretty dude."

"Swoopy hair?" she asks.

"What's swoopy hair?" he asks, and she makes a motion with her hands, and well, maybe?

"Yeah, maybe," he says, as if the image of this guy hasn't been burned into his retinas.

Then, he really hears what she's been asking:

"Robin. Robin Buckley. Do you know hot daddy?"

"Ew, no. Never say that to me again."

"Sorry," he mutters, feeling chided. 

"Steve–" she starts, and he really, really doesn't want to hear about her Bobbsey Twin of a best friend Steve right now. He feels like he knows more about Steve than he knows about Robin, which is crazy for someone he's never met.

"Robin. No more Steve stories," he says, resting his forehead against the counter, banging it slightly.

Steve's a teacher. Steve's a coach. Steve played sports in college. Steve could have gone pro. Steve's a single dad. Steve's the best.

Steve, Steve, Steve.

He doesn't have the brainpower to deal with the Legend of Steve right now.

"Eddie–"

"Robin!" he interrupts. 

"Fine. Don't let me talk," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

And it's finally, blissfully, silent. At least for a few minutes.

Eddie's behind the counter when the bell over the door jingles. He looks up, and – hot daddy.

Robin elbows him in the ribs, "I told you never to say that again!"

"I didn't know I did!" he yelps.

She laughs, "Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve."

"You're Steve?" Eddie asks, and he knows his cheeks are red.

"The one and only," Steve says, and Eddie really wishes he'd paid better attention when Robin talked about him now. If wishes were horses, indeed.

Steve's holding two to-go cups, and leans up against the counter, handing one over to Eddie, not Robin. 

Eddie takes it, dumbly. It's hot chocolate, and Eddie looks down at it:

555-0083 Call me Hot Daddy

Steve winks, and turns and walks back out.

Eddie's gonna kill Robin.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun! ☕

Notes: Punctuation is important, Steve. Should Eddie call you on the phone - or call you hot daddy. Decisions, decisions. Why not both? 🤣

[icypenguin]

Can I also request a poly sbg x reader who likes cooking for them? (Specifically Korean and Taiwanese food) and they also like calling her mom?

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚 Mom of the Group! ᥫ᭡. ˚⋆

cw: drooling over food, being called ‘mom’, that’s all i guess?

a/n: HII THANKYOU FOR REQUESTING AGAINNN! sorry this one took much longer than the previous one T-T but either way, i hope you’ll like this! and sorry if the foods are not what you expected and really sorry if it’s spelled wrong!

note: reader doesn’t really have any pronounce or gender but is called mom!

divider credits: @drifting-moon @chachachannah

in every kind of way you are, adding your careful personality, you’re always known as a person or a friend who likes to take care of eachother. the fact that you’re a sociable person, not mentioning how you’re a pretty good cooker, makes it even better. since (almost) all of the person in the gang are stubborn and only focuses on the phantom realm, barely taking care of themselves, you, who ARE LOWKEY DONE OF THEIR DEPRESSING ATTITUDE decided to.. try and take things more careful.

“ah, i tried making some meatball dumplings as the starter. for the main i made jjajangmyeon with the side of kimchi and mozzarella corn! aaand- logan helped me while making this ice mango and sago. please dig in everyone!” foods were laid on the table with a glam presentation. anyone who sees it could immediately drool as their appetite will boost.

aiden and taylor were practically drooling as they stared into the food with shining eyes. while ashlyn, tyler, ben and logan tried to hold their drool and act from being so hungry. i mean, who could you blame when you’ve all been stuck in a phantom realm for days and haven’t got any… gorgeous food (other than that delicious sandwich that ashlyn’s parents made).

“thankyou y/n!” “mmm looks delicious..” “best day of my life for real!” “smells amazing..” all whispers of appreciations were heard until.. “thankyou for making these mom!” the word mom came out of nowhere as aiden blurted it out unconsciously. “oops-“ he soon realised what he just said as the table went quiet, but the sound of your laugh came trailing. “no worries, it’s fine totally! i guess i do act like your mom sometimes..” everyone got some jjajangmyeon with either kimchi or corn with mozzarella and meatball dumplings.

everytime you all succeed a mission, whether in the phantom realm or real world, you always make them special food, mostly taiwanese and korean, for a feast.

though, sometimes, when everyone’s having a rough day at school, you’d make them some treats.

“ughh.. have you guys done that 50 math questions? it’s literally due by tomorrow…” aiden slumped on the cafeteria table, following ashlyn who’s already burried her face in her crossed arms. “literally forgot ‘bout those..” tyler rested his head on his hand while ben wrote something on his notebook, “i haven’t touched my math book since monday”. seeing what ben has written, taylor answered, “relatable” as she faceslaped herself. while logan, “i don’t think i’ll survive if i do all of them today..” he continued eating his lunch.

“i don’t even understand or know what’s it about…” you looked at them, trying to remember what you’ve learned. “i know right… ughh..” taylor closed her eyes as she tried to calm her mind down. but the busy background noise made it seem impossible.

the others were groaning or sighing about how complicated all of these were when you pulled out a fancy container. hearing the zip from your bag and somehting being placed on the table made aiden perked up to see what is it.

“ooh, what’s that y/n?” he looked closely while the others started to gain their focus on it. “well.. since it’s been bad lately.. i decided to make us some tteok and songpyeom.. my mom used to make these for me when i was younger. and it instantly lit up my day” you smiled, remembering the memories you’ve made.

“oooh! sounds yummy” everyone looked into the container as you opened it. “here, have some! i made sure all of us would get atleast 3” you passed the container to everyone as they chose which one they’d like.

“mmmm! i think the songpyeom fits my taste more” taylor hummed as she ate the snack. “same here” answered ashlyn, sounding grateful that you’ve made this for all of them. “i’m more to the savoury so tteok is better for me” logan pulled his opinion out as ben nodded, agreeing logan. “well- i think i’d have to agree with logan” tyler continued eating his tteok peacefully.

you were grateful that they all loved the foods you made. aiden shot a playful grin before saying, “well.. i think it’s understandable if we call you mom now! ehhe” hearing that made you laugh “well.. i don’t really mind either-“ “it totally suits you y/n!” taylor continued eating the snacks you made as aiden spammed “mom mom mom mom mom” in the background noise, earning a shhh from the group after a while.

you don’t always make them food, you’ve made them tea when you all were training too.

you all were panting from the rough and tiring practice you’ve had with ashlyn’s parents. all of you definitely needed something to boost your energy. you scrambled through your bag to find a thermos and small plastic cups (omg your efforts bruh) for all of you to take atleast a sip.

“look at what i brought, everyone!” you called for their attention as they all perked up at your direction. “what’s for today, mom?” taylor joked before chuckling. “well.. i made us some alishan tea who could accelerate metabolism” you smiled while pouring some in each cup. “oooh! that’s cool!” aiden stared at you pouring in the tea. “i think i’ve heard of it before somewhere..” ashlyn mumbled, secretly excited to taste it.

soon, you handed each cups for everyone to take. “thankyou y/n!” all of them answered. each of them took a sip of the tea and clearly most of them liked it. you let out a relieved breath as soon as you see their expression turned into happy and not disgust. “sooo.. how is it?” you asked in curiosity. “it’s naturally sweet, cool!” “yummy, mom” “just like my taste” they all answered differently but none of them answered negatively. you were happy how they all liked them.

“it’s amazing, thanks mom” ashlyn answered too. but when she did, her mom was walking towards your direction and was a bit shocked when she heard it. soon, ashlyn noticed her mom coming by and realised what she just said. “w-wait it’s not like that-! she’s just acting like our mom in the group but that doesn’t mean i’m replacing you-“ she explained, hurriedly. scared that her mom will think of something else.

but her mom only chuckled as she calmed ashlyn down. “i get it don’t worry.. i was just messing around!” she hugged ashlyn to reassure her.

you’re glad that this ‘mom’ thing doesn’t make any trouble. you’re actually happy of it. i guess being the mom of the group isn’t so bad after all, huh?

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. thankyou for supporting! ୨♡୧

[tainkirrahe]

okay humidity in my area is at 86% and I cannot sleep so: Belinda Chandra essay - spoilers for the entire season including Reality War as I rewatched all of S2 today for the finale so this is all still fresh in my head:

Belinda is introduced in Robot Revolution as a competent, hardworking nurse who loves her job and who, seventeen years previously, had the stones to tell a would-be controlling boyfriend to step off at an age where more vulnerable people may have become trapped in an unhealthy relationship. When the robots come for her she fights - verbally - all the way to Missbelindachandra and has a distinct "you cannot treat me like this" attitude with both the robots and the Doctor which forces the Doctor to change the way he acts towards her. In the dénouement of the episode she decides that she will sacrifice herself on the altar of marriage specifically to save an entire race of people - but then the moment she is given an out, the moment she sees Alan holding the certificate, she works out how to save herself and does so. She shows no pity for the guy who tried to force her into eternal marital servitude and the episode is clear that Alan is no great loss. She then tells the Doctor to knock his bullshit off and take her home - she is not interested in being anyone's property and just wants to go back to her normal life so she can carry on doing what she's passionate about. She's Queen Shit™.

In Lux she still has the clear goal of getting home but is willing to put aside her needs to help with the mystery of the missing people because she is as compassionate as she is strong. She sees someone suffering - the lady in the diner - and her instinct is to do whatever she needs to in order to resolve that person's pain. It's probably why she became a nurse. And in that episode she takes an active part in saving the Doctor, even if the action is taken from her by Mr. Pye to atone for what he'd done in allowing the people to stay trapped so he could be with his wife. Still Queen Shit! Still gets back on track the moment the situation is resolved! Get me home Doctor I got a job to go back to!

We then get The Well, in which she uses her skills as a nurse with Aliss to both fix up her arm but also put Aliss at ease. She shows that she's good at talking to patients, keeping them calm, and working methodically with medical tools even if she's unfamiliar with them. And when she spots the entity on two separate occasions she plays a balancing act of trying to keep her fear under control - aware that she's surrounded by soldiers with weapons - whilst also teasing information out of Aliss with her bedside manner. When the entity jumps to her she agrees with the decision to be shot to knock it off, rationally showing that she knows this is the only chance she has. Slightly less agency, but still strong character beats that shows she's in charge of herself.

Lucky Day doesn't give us much, and The Story & The Engine also doesn't have a role for her although the Doctor choosing to tell a story about her work as a nurse is a lovely moment - Fifteen acknowledging the importance of her job because he has seen how good at it she is. I still think Belinda feels like Belinda in these stories, and in Engine she is shown figuring out how to ask the TARDIS what is wrong and goes looking for the Doctor rather than staying put in the only spaceship that can take her home. She still has the initiative to nudge the narrative along. She's still Queen Shit! Just less of her.

And then we get Interstellar Song Contest which is a badly written episode in its own right, and the first episode where to me she stops feeling like Belinda and her writing becomes...jarring. She's horrified by the Doctor's violent side, it's her horror that gets him to stop...then she immediately hugs him and is like :) yay I am glad we are friends again :) you're so wonderful!! and we see that strong independent Belinda from just two episodes ago is...gone. This wasn't written by RTD but he did have final approval over scripts and could have given notes to fix her, but on the whole, okay, the episode is inconsequential to the broader story of the season barring Graham Norton saying the Earth exploded and The Rani bi-generating, both of which had nothing to do with the events of the episode proper.

Wish World starts off suitably jarring, showing a housewife with Belinda's face who acts nothing like Belinda for 90% of the episode. The only two scenes that feel like her are when she questions giving birth to Poppy, and the scene immediately after this where she runs into the woods because she is so horrified by this new reality that she screams in agony at the life she's been forced into all whilst being unaware as to why exactly she feels this way. The episode makes it very, very clear that Belinda is hurting. She's hurting at being left at home to play house; she's hurting that there's something up with her husband she can't place; she's hurting when the two most important women in her life (her mother and grandmother) tell her to her face that she will never be anything more than a wife and that this is the only thing she can wish for her daughter as well. This should have been the part where Belinda woke up, or started to. When she saw Fifteen doing the table trick with the mugs she definitely should have started to doubt, because that's what Belinda from episodes 1-6 would have done - the Belinda who saved herself from Alan, the Belinda who loved a good mystery, the Belinda who had no time for the Doctor's nonsense. But...she doesn't. She calls The Gay Police on her husband and spends the rest of the episode with a :( face yelling that she's married to the Doctor and has a kid and those are her only two concerns. She doesn't even seem to care that she has been arrested, her only concerns are for John Smith and Poppy. She's become a shell, and initially I thought she was written that way to show just how monstrous the wish world is but then...

...we hit Reality War, and Belinda is, quite frankly, brutally murdered on screen before our very eyes. The Belinda in Reality War never gets to be angry at what was done to her. She never gets to take part in any of the action. She never gets to have a single thought about herself or what is happening to her: the only thing she cares about from the first minute she's on screen is the toddler that an alt-right grifter stapled to her in his mummy fetish Daily Mail fantasy land. And even worse, the Doctor also now sees her as only being Poppy's mum. Not the brilliant woman that he has been trying to get home for seven episodes. Not a nurse. Not a companion. Not even a person at all. Not horrified that he was forced into a non-consensual relationship with someone whilst they were both brainwashed. To Fifteen Belinda is Poppy's incubator/babysitter and nothing else; he literally puts her in a soundproof box to remove her from being able to take any part in saving the day.

And then somehow it gets worse. Not only does Belinda have to suffer the indignity of having every single one of her character traits ripped away from her, not only does she spend her last episode we will ever see her in being trapped in a literal box with nothing to do, but she now also has her entire fucking identity and past overwritten on the whim of the Doctor. The guy who has gone around for an hour telling everyone he can't have kids, and the resolution for this is that Belinda must therefore have his child for him. And she must be happy about this. And we, as the audience, must also be happy about this: this is a good and happy ending, coming on the heels of an episode whose central premise is how horrifying it would be to wake up one day in a world where someone else tells you who you have to be, and having the Doctor's big scene be him rejecting masculine gender roles by changing his clothes and attitude, all whilst pummelling Belinda into a box and saying: you're a woman. This is what you want. Aren't you happy you now have your baby? And having Belinda smile through it all and act like having her independence deleted is the greatest thing in the world.

All set to inspiring music as Fifteen rides off into the sunset - because, you see, Fifteen can ride off into the sunset. He's had the kid he wants, he's shoved it into the arms of a woman to look after whilst he gets to go off and have fun adventures. He's technically a dad even if the baby is no longer his, yaaaay! Belinda even gets a moment to look wistful when talking about how she would have loved to see Neptune, but she now can't, because Fifteen wanted a kid and she's now stuck at home with the consequences of his choice.

Russell T Davies looked at the first black male Doctor and said "yeah, I'm gonna finish his season by having him not show up for the kid he wanted lmao" and in doing so also wrote a narrative in which a smart, driven, feisty, confident woman got squashed into a box and told she can't be anything more than her reproductive ability.

I hate this.

[skzstannie]

That One Time on the Ferris Wheel...

ATZ-> Yunho x Reader

genre: fluff, strangers to ??? wc: ~1,400 cw: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

summary: perhaps stepping out of your comfort zone is beneficial sometimes, especially when there are cute boys involved

A/N: I've had this written for forever, but in honor of scoring tickets for the Chicago show in July (VIP nonetheless 👀), I've decided to post it. Anyone else gonna be there???

Happy Scrolling! | Masterlist

"We should so go on the ferris wheel! That would be so fun," your friend grasps your arm tightly at the sight of the huge spinning wheel of doom in front of you.

"I don't know, it looks kinda old. Are you sure you want to go on that?" you reply, an uneasiness present in your voice.

"Oh please, don't be a wuss. Look at all those little kids in line to get on."

"And every single one of them is braver than I'll ever be. Now, let's go get a corndog then get out of here. It's too hot to be standing out here all day," you turn to walk towards the food tent, but your friend has other ideas.

"Oh no you don't. I'm getting you on that ferris wheel, even if it's the last thing I do." She tugs you in the opposite direction, full steam ahead right towards the line.

"Why are you so adamant about this anyway? I didn't know you were so passionate about ferris wheels," you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm not," she says, pulling her phone out of her back pocket to scroll on Instagram.

"Okayyy," you drag out, not satisfied with her short answer, "Then why are we here?"

"Because, you are the most boring person I know-"

"Okay, ouch?"

"Give me a break, I haven't said anything you don't already know," she says pointedly, raising her brow. "Anyway, if this is the first step to getting you out of your comfort zone, then so be it."

"Is this a mission of yours now? To try and get me out of my shell? For your information, I'm very cozy in my shell and would prefer to stay in it," you sass back, pushing her phone down so she'll look at you.

"Stop acting like this is such a big deal. It's literally not," she rolls her eyes this time, seemingly annoyed with your reluctance.

Your friend has always been an extrovert, a social butterfly if you will. You've known each other your whole life, and it's always been the same way. She'd make friends for the both of you. If there was one of you, there was both of you. Sure, it got annoying being constantly overlooked, by girls and guys alike, but it was your own fault. If only you could be more outgoing.

"Fine, you don't have to get an attitude about it, though." You pull out your phone, busying yourself by scrolling through countless threads on Twitter.

You guys stand in line for about 20 minutes before it's finally your turn to get on the ride. You step on the rickety metal landing first as the ride director brings the next cart around.

He opens the door for you and you step in, expecting your friend to be right behind you. However, you see that your friend is off to the side, outside the gate.

"Single rider?" the man asks you, a bit of amusement in his voice.

"No, my friend is right-"

He cuts you off abruptly, "I don't really care," you scoff at him, folding your arms over your chest. You stand to get out of the cart, as the only reason you were going to ride in the first place was because of your friend, but now you see her walking away towards the bathrooms.

Before you can get a foot outside the cart, a tall man steps in front of you and into your cart. The ride director slams the door shut and the ride begins to move while you're still standing. You gasp as you lose your footing, falling into the man next to you.

"I'm so sorry," you say, adjusting yourself in the seat next to him as opposed to on his lap like you were seconds before. "That guy was so rude." You look up at the man next to you, and your blown away by how ridiculously handsome he is. With dark brown eyes and fluffy brown hair, he looks like he'd come right out of a movie.

"That's alright," he chuckles, giving you a soft smile. "I'm Yunho, it's nice to meet you."

"Y/n," you reply with a little nod. Your gaze travels down to the ground below you, and you immediately tense seeing how high up you are already.

"Were you trying to get off before?" he asks. You feel his gaze on the side of your face, and you peel your stare from the grass and turn to face him.

"Yea, my friend was supposed to get on with me, but she got out of line right before we came on."

"Well that's not very nice," he frowns.

"She's...she's a character for sure. I've learned to live with it. I don't always understand the things she does, but we've been friends for forever. I'd hate to give that up over such petty stuff," you explain.

"It might not be petty if it makes you so scared," his eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his gaze soft.

"I'm not that scared, it's really ok," you comment, brushing off his concern.

"Your white knuckles around the safety bar say otherwise." He reaches over and gently lays his hand over yours.

You blush at that, the way his hand feels over both of yours, the way his warm, calloused fingers brush the back of your hand.

"Ok," you admit, "I might be a little scared." You let out a nervous laugh.

"Do you want to hold my hand? It's ok if you squeeze it tight, I'm pretty tough" he says the last part jokingly, but it becomes apparent to you that his initial question was serious as he lifts his hand off of yours, offering his open palm to you.

You feel yourself blush a deeper shade at that, but give him a shy nod in response. You untangle your fingers from the bar and intertwine them with his. His hand engulfs yours, the size difference apparent.

"Thanks," you're able to get out. You can't help the shy smile that encapsulates your lips.

"No problem," he replies before the silence envelopes the both of you again. It's surprisingly comfortable as you feel the light breeze blow through your hair. It's a beautiful summer evening, the sun shining brightly as it starts to set in the sky. Clouds litter the horizon, and you can feel the dew in the air as it begins to settle.

"You know," Yunho starts, breaking the quiet that surrounded you, "I only got in line behind you guys with hopes I could talk to you."

Your bashful smile returns to your face, and your tempted to bring your free hand up to your cheek to cover up. "Well, it looks like it worked, huh?" You turn to face him, meeting his eyes that have been subtly trained on your face for the majority of the ride.

"Yea, it did, and I even got to hold your hand," he smiles back at you, his dimples popping from his cheeks.

Your speechless at that, not having a response. Maybe your friend was right, you do need to get of your comfort zone more often.

"I was actually wondering if I could maybe get your number?" he asks, tilting his head like a cute puppy would.

"Sure," you answer all too quickly, shrinking in on yourself at the readiness of your reply.

"Here," he hands you his phone, a new contact page already brought up.

You put your number in, along with your name before handing it back to him.

Before you know it, your cart is next to get off. The man from before opens the door for you guys, paired with a gruff, "Get out." Your hesitant to release Yunho's hand from your grasp, but when he stands from his seat, you know it's time.

You both let go and walk outside of the gates.

"Well, Y/n, I'm kinda glad your friend left you to go on the ferris wheel alone," he says.

"Straight to the point, I like it," you laugh.

He gives you the cutest smile before saying, "I'll text you." He turns and walks off, and you're immediately met with the desire to see him again, and soon. Your heart flutters as his head turns around to look at you once more, a smirk adorning his face.

"Sorry, I really had to use the bathroom," your friend startles you as she appears seemingly out of nowhere beside you. "Now, who was that?"

"Just some guy who sat next to me, no biggie," you brush her off as you both start heading towards the food tent together, intent on getting yourself a corndog before the fair is over.

An hour and a full stomach later, you feel the breeze is cooler than it was earlier, and you realize that you miss the warmth of his hand already.

[marvelous-slut]

Slow Nights - Dr. John Shen x Reader

Note - ya’ll! As much as I love my DILFS this man has me in a chokehold. He had what 20 minutes of screen time if that? I can’t

Warnings - 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI! Shen is arrogant af in this, fingering, talks of masturbation, pure smut is all I’ve got to say.

It had to be the slowest night in the history of the ER. A broken hip from the nursing home had been the most interesting thing that happened so far and that was only because the family called telling the unlucky soul who picked up the phone their plans of suing the nursing home and how if they knew what nurse let their dad fall, they were in for it. Other than that, a few stomach bugs, constipation and a migraine have made their way in and out. You sit at your desk charting, when you hear the last voice you wanted to on a night like this.

“I don’t know what’s up guys. I’ve said it’s quiet about six times tonight, still nothing. Not even a laceration!” You’re attending, John Shen. You roll your eyes listening to him talk. You couldn’t put your finger on what you disliked about him, maybe it was his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude with every single case that came in the ER doors. Part of you had a little envy that he had such a careless attitude. Of course, he got the job done, he made sure those who could be saved made it. He handled families well when they were upset or if he had to inform them someone had died. He also was the type after telling someone their husband of 46 years had died to ask “Whats everyone got to eat?” Maybe it was how when you were doing a procedure, if it wasn’t fast enough for him he’d grab whatever equipment or tools you were using and start on his own. He really did try to teach, but he could sense the fear you had at times and sometimes there wasn’t any room for that to happen. Especially when a life hung on the line. You think mostly it was because you tried your to flirt with him and it didn’t go as well as you’d pictured in your head. Mostly you think it was the way he talked. You wondered often if he really was a dick head, or he just came off that way sometimes.

“Alright, go take a break. I’ve said it’s slow, it’s quiet, I’m bored. Nothing, but maybe this is the calm before the storm.” He says, leaning over the counter to grab his drink. You roll your eyes, standing up to head to the on call room. He notices you walking that way, yelling your name as you do.

“Aren’t you usually a sit outside and look at the moon on break kinda girl?” He asks. Why is he asking that? Better yet, why does he notice your routine? You turn to look at him, puzzled written across your face.

“I don’t feel great tonight, I have a headache. I’m gonna take my measly break and try to nap. Page me if something comes in.” You say before darting into the room. Finally. You flop down on the bed, trying to decide whether to shed your bottoms completely or slide a hand into your panties instead.

A dirty secret you kept since you’d started months back. You had a lot of pent up sexual energy and no one to help release it. Besides it was rare you had a moment to do this on a shift. It was nice, the thought of getting caught but knowing you wouldn’t because you kept the door shut and locked, you’d make an excuse saying you slept like shit during the day, the neighbors kept you awake. Most of the time, no one bothered you or even tried to. If they needed you, they’d page. What they didn’t know is you’d lay on the bed, spread your legs and let your fingers work on your clit. It pissed you off sometimes, trying to focus on a good fantasy, thinking about TV characters or a good porn video you’d seen in the past but somehow the thought of Dr. Shen buried inside of you always made its way to the things you got off to.

You pull your scrubs down, leaving on your red laced underwear. It was impractical to wear for work, but you never know what could happen. It had been so long since you’d had someone else pleasure you, there was a small hope that maybe you’d run into someone after work and end up in a hot one night stand (or in your case, maybe a one day stand?) You slide the thin fabric to the side, running a finger into your wet cunt and back up to your clit. You always try to make it quick incase you are needed, sometimes getting interrupted and having to finish the shift with that ache of needing to release. It made for an earth shattering orgasm when you got home and finally could let go. You’re too gone in your thoughts to hear the door start to swing open, only brought back to reality by the light beaming into the room.

“Hey, you left you- Whoa.” The absolute worst case scenario that could have happened has come to light. You get up to sitting position, feet now on the floor, throwing the thin sheet over your exposed lower half. Shen holds your pager in his hand, still trying to process what he has just walked into. He feels himself getting hard at the quick glance he caught. He shuts the door fast behind him before anyone else can see this same sight, locking it as he turns back around.

“Uh.” You can’t say anything, your brain can’t even make out a word to say. No good excuse. Nothing. He smirks, laying the pager down on the table in the room.

“So, this your remedy for that headache?” You want to punch him, slap him, anything. He’s so smug as he says it, leaning against the wall. “Don’t let me stop you.” You shake your head, trying to look for your scrub bottoms without making it noticeable.

“It’s not like that. I- I was- I have a bite or something and-“ He comes over to you, standing in-front of you. The familiar strong woody scent hits you, you hate to admit it but the scent drives you insane. You smell it on him all the time, especially when you two are close in a room working on patients. He leans down, placing a hand under your chin making you look up at him.

“It looks like to me, you were trying to get yourself off.” You swallow hard, a range of emotions flowing through your body. You’re horrified, humiliated and oddly enough aroused. “Do you not lock the door for extra fun or was that an accident?”

“Accident.” You whisper out, wishing you could look away from him, but your eyes are locked with his. He smirks, running his free hand through your hair.

“All this time, I thought you were the smartest resident I had. You still are, medically. Common sense I’m starting to think differently.” Your chest tightens, you wonder what’s going to happen next. Two things cross your mind. The first, he is going to tell anyone and everyone on night shift about this. The second, you’re getting kicked from your residency. The last thing you imagined would happen is him pulling the sheet away slowly and running his hand up your thigh.

“Leaving the door unlocked, that’s a mistake. You were in here pleasuring yourself and that’s not the first thing you made sure to do was lock the door?” The way he talks in this situation is just like he does on the floor. Condescending, arrogant. Never spewing evil and cruel words, but in a way to make you think later on ‘was he trying to say I’m an idiot without saying it?’

“Unless, you wanted someone to catch you with your fingers inside of you? I think maybe you did, I don’t know a lot of people who wear their best underwear to work.” You can’t even speak. This. Can’t. Be. Real. Of course, the idea of someone walking in was while you brought yourself over the edge was an alluring thought, but you also thought of all the horrible possibilities of people that could walk in on the act.

“You sure are quiet now. All I ever hear you do on the floor is talk, talk, talk. Just like out there, when it’s time to step up, there’s always that hesitation from you.” His fingers run under the laced fabric. “So what’s got you quiet now? Are you embarrassed?” You shake your head yes, it’s all you can do. You’re afraid if you try to speak, you may vomit from nerves.

“No, let’s use our words here.” He has a grip on your underwear now, almost like he’s just waiting for you to say go.

“Yes. It is embarrassing, Dr. Shen.” He smirks, he runs his hand across your cheek. Part of him enjoys hearing you call him ‘Dr. Shen’ especially in this situation. His lips are dangerously close to yours, you can feel the heat that your bodies are building between one another. Before you know it, his hands are off of you and it’s like a rug has been pulled from under you. He stretches his arms in the air.

“No need to be embarrassed. Everyone has to relive themselves right? I’ll let you get back to it.” He turns to walk out the door. You’re in shock, what just happened? Before your brain can say don’t do it, your mouth opens.

“Wait!” You yell out, hoping no one outside this room hears you. He smirks, turning back around to face you.

“What? Do you need help getting yourself off, like you need help with everything you do on the floor?” He knows what he’s doing. He has to. He has known how to get under your skin since the day he met you. He knows eventually you’ll snap back at him. It’s like clock work.

“Actually, no I don’t. I’m sure I pull it off better than you ever could.” He shrugs. You stand up, going to grab your scrubs out of the floor, when you raise back up he’s dangerously close to you again.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that? Or are you hoping you can find out?” You can’t take it anymore, the shit talk and the tension. You slam your lips onto his, feeling his hands make their way to your ass. He grips your ass tightly, trying to somehow bring you even closer to him. You feel his bulge through his scrubs. Before you know it, you’re back on the bed, his hand feeling over the lace.

“Did I make you this wet? You’re soaked through this thong.” He breaks the kiss as he asks. You take a second to catch your breath.

“I did that all by myself.” He lets out a soft laugh, before you have a chance to say anything you’re instead letting out a moan as you feel two fingers sliding into you. “Fuck.” You manage to mutter out as he starts moving. You imagined he’d be rough, the careless attitude he presented with at work? You never dreamed he’d be about trying to make sure his partner got off too.

“It’s amazing how you try to convince me that I don’t turn you on. I see the way you look at me.” He is knuckle deep inside of you now, you’re trying to focus on not cumming so soon. That would be even more embarrassing than him walking in on you with your hand in your panties. “I see the way you brush against me in codes, even when you have all the room in the world to get past me. The way your neck turns red when I talk to you.” He feels you tighten around him, knowing you’re almost there. “I just need to hear you say it.” Before you have a chance to react, you feel him pull his fingers out of you. Leaving you feeling empty.

“What the fuck?” You ask, still trying to catch your breath. The fabric of his scrubs rubs against your skin.

“Like I said,” he starts as he pulls your thong off, throwing it across the room. “Just need to hear you say it.” It’s disgusting how he has you like puddy in his hands now. It pisses you off, but turns you on even more.

“Okay! You turn me on, I need you inside of me, please John.” He jerks his scrubs and boxers down in a swift motion, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Tell me more.” He whispers, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit.

“I get myself off to the thought of you fucking me. You make me crazy, especially when you run that fucking mouth of yours.” He could listen to you talk like this all night, but he knows before long if they haven’t already that the nurses are gonna wonder where you two are. You feel him push himself inside of you, stretching you out. He covers your mouth as you let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck. You are tight.” He groans out, slowly moving inside of you. You hadn’t been with many men, and never someone the size of Shen. It takes you a minute to adjust, which he notices. Still moving slowly, he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head and picks up the pace. “Did you ever think this would happen? Fucking your attending in the on call room?”

“No. No- I just thought it would stay a fantasy.” He runs his fingers through your hair, grasping it tightly but not enough to bring you any pain.

“I didn’t either. Since the day I saw you, I’ve wondered what it would feel like.” His fingers touching your clit gently, rubbing circles slowly. “How my cock would fit in you, what your face would look like while I fuck you.” It’s all too much. The way he feels inside you, the words he speaks. You feel your face heat up, your stomach burning.

“John.” You start, feeling his hand slide toward your neck. He picks up his pace, slamming into you. If no one heard anything before, you were certain they’d hear the bed hitting the wall.

“Mostly, I’ve wondered how you’d sound cumming for me. That’s what I get off to.”

“Holy fucking shit.” You whisper out. Before you can scream, letting the orgasm take you over completely. You feel his hand covering your mouth, applying force so that you and him are the only two that can her how undone you’ve come because of him.

“Let it out, that’s it. Maybe I should move my hand and let everyone hear how you scream my name.” The muffled ‘fucks’ leaving your lips, unheard by anyone but you two. You feel your body trembling, tears forming in your eyes. Not from pain, not from shame but from sheer pleasure. Once he notices that the best part has come and gone, he removes his hand. He looks at your fucked out face, still seeing pleasure run across your face as he continues slamming into your sensitive cunt. He slams his lips onto yours one more time before pulling away.

“You want me to let you walk out of here filled up with me?” You smirk, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in close.

“Please.” You whisper out, it’s all he needs to hear before he releases himself into you.

“Fuck.” He moans out, finishing his orgasm shortly after you. He pulls out of you, lying down beside you trying to catch his breath. Before either of you can speak a word, your pagers are going off and you hear ‘STROKE ALERT ETA 10 MINUTES’ echo through the walls. He jumps up, pulling his scrubs back on.

“Find your stuff and get out there.” He says, you sigh as you turn to go on the hunt for your underwear and scrub bottoms.

“We can talk about it later.” You feel your heart flutter as you give him a quick smile before he shuts the door.

So much for a quiet night.

[flambo19]

Hi hello I've survived my semester and am still Signalis OC postingTM

All these guys are from the same facility so if you wanna know more 👇

H-13 Hesperides: A Post-War "Paradise"

A Vinetan facility built to assist in the construction and security of a new Nation-built Sektor after the Nation’s victory over the Empire on Vineta. Despite what the Nation says, Hesperides is slowly falling apart, as supplies and resources are failing to be delivered more often than not. Construction is slowing down, rationing is beginning to intensify, and replacement parts and new replikas are not arriving.

Reports of possible Imperial spies as well as general discontent in the population leads to the arrival of a Kolibri cadre and Falke unit to help root them out and restore proper order to the facility. Generation 6 replikas are entering mass-production, so bioresonant replika units are a new thing and for the ones sent to Hesperides, are very much a display of power. STCR-H1304 and KLBR-H1307 are assigned as the core leads of the investigation.

STCR-H1304 "Mors" & KLBR-H1307 "Clover"

I've written paragraphs about these two here if you'd like to learn more but the TL;DR is: The Nation's Unluckiest Storch and a particularly lucky Kolibri hunt for spies and dissidents and are also Quite Gay (and also have their own issues to try and work through)

Mors also got a slight redesign (aka I made her face scar worse) which I might still edit later

STAR-H1301 "Rüstung"

Was Mors’ mentor. She died in the same accident that gave Mors her signature scar, right at the end of Mors’ mentorship

Was highly respected and well liked by both her cadre and rest of the facility

Her age and experience led to her having an exceptionally cool and calm demeanour

Wore her mask more often than not. It was a personal preference

STAR-H1304 "Lanze"

High up on the Star "pecking order"

Cocky and arrogant, although with the skill to back it up

Cares more about her appearance and what others think of her than she'll ever admit

One of the few Stars willing to work with Mors without (much) complaint. Probably finds her kind of pathetic more than anything

EULR-H1305 "Löwe"

Transmasc Eule!!

Works in the hospital centre. Well-liked for his positive attitude

Keeps track of stock and is very aware when supplies start to dwindle, keeps the positive facade despite this

Borrows and wears some of the Gestalt nurses’ scrubs. He says it’s for PPE but it’s also to cover his curves

ARAR-H1309 "Grün"

Running a borderline black market of goods and information. Rarely seen outside the facility’s vent and tunnel systems

Straightforward and blunt and appreciates those who act similarly (and dislikes people who aren’t)

Almost always has her eyes covered, usually by her hat

Barely does her actual job but somehow always avoids any consequences

I have a few others spinning around in my head but these are the one with more concrete stuff and sometimes I just gotta call something done even if it isn't "perfect" or "complete" yknow?

...I don't know how to finish this so uhhhh check out this song I have accidentally attached to these guys in my head?

[itzpookiepooh]

hi! I love how you write Zayne's character, it's the most that I've seen that is true to who he is in the game. I don't know if you write for just one Li specifically but if you do can I ask your take on Zayne with a partner who has a similar attitude to him, but slightly more expressive (?). This is me projecting as the eldest daughter of an Asian fam who gets told too much that me liking Zayne the most wasn't anything short of expected. thanks a bunch!

Thank you so much! I write for all of them and I try my best to make it match something they would say or do even if I might go outside the lines a little 😅 I can try my best to write this! 🤍

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You and Zayne are in sync

You and Zayne have known each other for a long time. In that time you’ve pretty much been attached at the hip. Your friend group teases you guys about basically being the same person in different bodies because you guys act so similar. So it wasn’t unexpected when you both started dating. You guys fit like puzzle pieces in each other’s lives.

Now don’t get it confused your attitudes towards things are similar not you both being a carbon copy. What solidifies this? One night you and Zayne decided to take your much needed day off and spend it going out trying different foods and enjoying one of Linkon’s many festivals. In between many sweet treats that Zayne allowed both of you to indulge in, his toothaches causing him to completely freeze. You stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you alright?” You ask him waiting for a response as he rolls his shoulders, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling.

“Fine.” He brushes you off making you blink at him. Of course you didn’t believe him. You really didn’t believe him because you knew recently he got a call from his dentist telling him about his cavity. Zayne usually kept up with his hygiene but that’s hard to do when you love sweets as much as he does.

“Lying isn’t a good trait to have.” You tease him. He eyes you not making a sound. He was trying to figure out what to say next.

“Who says I’m lying?” He stands taller making you shake your head. You push your index finger into the space between his eyebrows.

“Your dentist.” You bluntly state but he refuses to give in until you restrict his sweets.

“If you don’t take it seriously now you’ll be eating mashed carrots by the time you’re 35.” You inform him making him grimace at the thought.

“It’s one toothache. You’re also exaggerating.” He states clasping his hands together. You copy his action as seriousness is written all over your face.

“Am I?” You challenge—he stares at you as if testing you as well. You raise an eyebrow at him to which he just straightens himself out. You treated him exactly how he treated you in times like this and made him slow down on the sweets he was eating.

Another time you matched his attitude was when you guys were bickering. Not arguing, not yelling just both bickering. His tone doesn’t go any higher and neither does yours. You both stop before you sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t want to fight with you.” He tells you sincerely. You put your hand down giving him your full attention. All of his emotions in his eyes.

“I don’t want to fight with you either.” You reassured him. You both stand there for a moment before you give him a small smile and grab his hand to which he laces them together.

“We can figure out a solution later. Let’s take a breather and come back with solutions.” He explains to you to which you agree with a smile. He kisses your forehead as a way of letting you know all is well.

I really hope this is good ☹️

[roturo]

Written All Over Your Face dick grayson x reader

→ summary: “Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

→ warnings: SMUT. p in v, unprotected sex (don't be dumb and wrap it), enemies to lovers, heroe!reader, breeding kink, bulge kink ¿?, not proof-read, possessive behavior, begging...

words: 2k

TUMBLR IS BASED ON A REBLOG SYSTEM. PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK. THANK YOU. ENJOY. SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨I love you too, bird-boy.¨

[cloverrwritess]

Title: Number One Fanboy | Part Two

Spencer Agnew x Kpop Idol! Fem! Reader

Request: Yes | No

authors note: had to adjust somethings to make the story longer, overall the whole plot is kind of written down. Enjoy part two!

☆☆☆

It was around 6pm when you arrived back at your hotel room, feeling tired from walking all day you decided to slam face down on your bed. There was moments where fans would recognize you and ask for a picture—luckily all of them respected your boundaries and said thank you and left you alone.

“I need to change, i feel disgusting sweating from the heat”

Then, your phone rang.

You stood up and unzipped your purse and took out your phone.

‘YOONA ✨️🌸 is calling’

Pressing the green button, you said “Yoona! I miss you guys so much, LA is lonely without friends”

“I knew you missed us [name]! How’s LA treating you? Is the vibes nice? Good food? Any cute guys you met?” Yoona squealed.

“Nope”

“Liar, now spill”

Sighing, you knew they eventually would find out about this mystery man you met.

“I went to this really famous cafe and was struggling on what coffee to order, then this guy spoke up saying the caramel iced latte was good! Yoona when I tell you he’s so cute”

“The amount of suitors you have here in Korea that are idols are unbelievable, who knew all it took was an LA guy for you to melt” Yoona teased.

“He has this messy curly hair and glasses, did I mention he has the cutest smile ever? I could smooch that man If i could” You weren’t kidding, his humor and attitude is what drew you to him.

“So what’s his name? Or are you keeping this a secret”

Should I really tell her his name? She’d definitely tell the other members about him.

“His name is Spencer, a cute name if I’d say so myself”

“He did say he works as a director for a youtube channel, I might need to look it up”

“Are you going to share the name or..”

“No, this one is a secret”

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You finally changed into pajamas and got comfy on your bed. You took your Ipad from the nightstand, debating if you should look him up for not.

“I mean he was very open about his job and said the name of the channel, I shouldn’t feel guilty”

You opened Youtube and searched up ‘Smosh’, a channel that popped up that had 26.9 million subscribers. “Holy shit, 29 million people?”

It took you a while to find his face on a thumbnail, and after a minute of scrolling, you finally saw his face. It was on a channel called ‘Smosh Games’.

The title was ‘Our first time playing Resident Evil 7 (Part 4 - FINALE)’ Scrolling a bit down to look for the first part, you found it and clicked on it for the video to play.

You didn’t know this would lead to a marathon of you watching videos with Spencer involved, he was funny on and off camera. The realization made you pause the video and sit down from your lying position.

“I think I like him”

This made me cover your face with your pillow and scream.

☆☆☆

Three days have passed and you woke up to your gut telling you you needed to go to the cafe again. You took a shower and did your skincare and makeup. Greeting the doorman before leaving the hotel.

Walking to the cafe, your nerves started to act up. You brushed it off—hoping for it to go away.

You opened the door to the coffee shop and went inside. Hoping your guts wasn’t playing with you, you looked around trying to find the familiar face.

There he was, in the same seat from where the two of you sat down from the first time you met. You looked away hoping he didn’t see you, walking towards the counter and ordered the same caramel iced coffee but this time with a different pastry.

Looking around to find an empty seat far away from the man you were crushing on—you made the mistake looking in his direction, shit you made eye contact.

His eyes widened. Spencer motioned to his table, telling you to sit in front of him. You walked towards his table and waved.

“Hi Spencer”

Why was my voice suddenly high pitched? Did I just expose myself already?

He looked up and grinned. “Hey [Name], been a while since our first meet up”

“It’s been three days Spencer, do you miss me or something?” I joked.

“Actually, yeah I did. You’re a nice company to talk to and just be with you know?”

I suddenly felt my face heat up, did he just bluntly tell me he missed me? I feel lightheaded.

“How’s the LA lifestyle for you? It’s not draining you hopefully” He took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee, staring at me for my response.

“It’s great! I’m going to places I’ve only seen online and the food choices are so good, I had the best tacos yesterday. It did stain my white shirt though”

He laughed—his voice sounded like heaven to me, it only took me a few days to make him laugh.

“You remind me of one of my friends from work, you guys would get along”

I quirked an eyebrow, after watching a couple of videos for a few days, I’d say I’m familiar with most of the cast members at his workplace. Though I can’t say that knowing that will make me look a creep.

“Her name is Angela, she’d be up your face in no time”

Huh, that Italian-American with short hair. She was loud and fun to be with from the videos, hearing Spencer say that told me she was like that in real life.

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After talking for what felt like hours with Spencer, I realized it was already nearing 1pm.

“Shit, Ian is going to kick my ass” Spencer said, he stood up and picked him his bag.

“I got to go [Name], I don’t want to get fired” He said jokingly but he sounded like he was a bit serious.

Do I give him my number? Management would kick my ass if they knew I gave out my number to non-staff. Fuck it, I’m old enough to make my own decisions, I’ll deal with the consequences later.

“Wait before you go, Can I give you my number?”

He stared at me for a bit���his eyes lit up after realizing I wasn’t joking. He took his phone from his pocket fast, handing it to me.

“Ye-yeah sure, here’s my phone”

I gave him a look that screamed ‘you’re clumsy’ he gave a small smile, probably from embarrassment.

I put my number in his contacts and changed the name to ‘Cafe Girl [Name]’.

I gave his phone back to him. “Here you go, I named myself, hope you don’t mind”

He looked at his screen and saw the name, Spencer had that looked like he just won the lottery.

“I actually also have to go, I need to explore more” A lie, I just didn’t want to stay alone in the cafe again.

“Well after you M’lady”

We walked towards the door and he opened it, motioning for me to go first. “Ladies first” He said and winked.

The subtle flirting is going to kill me.

[weirdmageddon]

(originally written 8/21/24 on cohost)

there are actually a lot of things that john and aradia share beyond the bing crosbytop and fedora that are pretty intriguing to me like narratively. i was on the road and it sorta came to me as i was listening to music and i had to write it down when i got to my lab

both are the actual leaders of their session even though neither of them claim to be.

both are involved in the larger narrative of their story, on the “outside” or “above everything” with regard to paradox space. aradia’s leads with strategic understanding, watching how it unfolds, and john leads with a methodical one, putting the narrative into action. both of these end up leaving them feeling detached from everything in the end.

from andrew hussie commentary:

But even then, Aradia's only using him, too. She's playing everyone. She has a very advanced and pragmatic view of leadership when it comes to a Sburb session. She understands there's no such thing as a leader, just a bunch of sad kids getting played by Paradox Space. In a way, she's the most honest type of leader any session has. A leader by absentia, a cold orchestrator of preordained, controlled chaos, who creates the spaces for all the pieces to fall into place, and then just sits back and lets them fall. As Aradia's arc progresses and the ghostly freeze on her emotions and desires begins to thaw, one of the themes that starts emerging is the struggle over the nature of what is random in a universe where any appearance of randomness is prewritten as an essential result, and any act of destruction, no matter how violent or disruptive, only serves as a preconditional pillar for any foretold series of outcomes. As a robot, when she gets her emotional legs back under her somewhat, she gets more aggressive and starts lashing out, using acts of chaos, violence, impulsiveness, and randomness as a kind of protest against the bondage that existing in Paradox Space represents. In other words, there's no random act that reality hasn't accounted for, but aggressively enacting them is still kind of a Fuck You statement to the master. It's an attitude borne by a defiant slave, which she knows herself to be, just like her ancestor.

these evoke such similar feelings to me

(john art by @monteruu. lovely work by the way.)

john has an unconscious draw towards this information, his existence is a consequence of it, but is unable to weave it together into a framework. he doesn’t have the internal framework but he has the words so he’s confused. there was one post i once saw that had me clawing at the bars of my mental cage that's still somehow tangentially related to this general idea im trying to communicate.

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and plato was.....LII. john expects reality to conform with the mental products of that guy, similar ideas that i have seen repeated throughout many other LII works, including carl jung and his idea of the collective unconscious and archetypes. and my own mind too.

“john expects reality to conform with his symbol language." that's literally how we could define the SUPER-ID block in socionics. the SUPER-ID block is the block where one is shaped by their most primitive impressions of what the world is, from the world.

for an ESE, john's type, their SUPER-ID contains -Ti → -Ne. erm...symbol language anyone? the ESE themself is the one spontaneously affected by that information, in contrast to LII, who can consciously follow this information and verbally deconstruct it.

(for description about these information elements and what they represent, refer to this. details about the meaning of the information element charges +/- can be read here.)

for me—and aradia, (and plato and jung too. also dipper pines. if you ever thought john and dipper have similar vibes youre not alone. someone pointed that out the other day i saw a tweet that said "John is kind of like dipper if he gave zero fucks what anyone else thinks of him" and i was like "im fucking telling you dude")— the SUPER-ID block of LII receives the aesthetic/sensory impressions that objects with certain energies give off (SUPER-ID block +Fe → +Si). to me the best i can describe this is receiving the dynamic, embodied expression of an individual object’s 'character' in motion and the impression it makes on me. many LIIs are musicians, or music is a big part of their life for this reason, because of this tonal + sensory impressionistic discernment.

+Fe -> +Si is the information i require from the world that i use to consciously classify things or compare them using my EGO block -Ti → -Ne. i classify things by their actual embodied characteristics, which makes me able to compare things in nuanced ways. since i have these energy-sensory impressions as a sort of backlog to compare things to, i can creatively describe something's essence in a million ways, from a million different angles. i’m even doing that in this post right now.

john is doing that in reverse. he takes the raw essence / potential itself (including himself) and can physically embody that potential in a million creative ways. think of how quickly he figured out what was available to him with punch card alchemy.

aradia knows her position in paradox space, whereas john does not. john doesn't make this distinction himself. like any introvert aradia is able to plot herself on a “map” to identify her placement / relationships among other objects (be it interpersonal, logical, within a space, and—most demonstratively for her—throughout time). i guess it allows her to cope better, but for john, this causes his depression and anguish to find meaning in his life once the narrative of homestuck ends.

theyre some of the most narratively involved characters in the chain of events of the story, but just from opposite sides. aradia exerts this as a hidden force causing consequential ripples over events in time (and she is aware of this, which is where a core theme was for her as a character and trying to rebel against the inevitable that she has to do anyway because paradox space is cruel), while being quite modest and unassuming as an individual. i think this is why ive seen people "forgot about her" because she wasn't in the spotlight and wasn't well understood, the weight of the role she played. i've likened this to her (4/2) demonstrative +Ni and (2/1) vulnerable -Se pole in the socionics framework. we see her story told mainly through the past and how she came to be in this state. a huge part of her arc that people take away is how much transformation she has been through. changes and relationships things hold to each other over time is a Ni concept. aradia constantly demonstrates this as an individual. i guess why it's called the demonstrative function. haha? i have the same information element placements as aradia, so i can draw comparisons to flesh this idea out further. my friend told once me something very pertinent: "Honestly I think a lot of your bigger influence is subconscious and something that most people have to circle around to appreciate. Like they have to live a little to appreciate your wisdom"

john is the opposite — we follow him. we see his role as it unfolds, we're along for the ride with him. his impact in the story gets more spotlight, he is the main character after all. and it's so interesting how john spontaneously adopts these roles to live up to through his actions. it's like he subconsciously knows he's the main character in some way, and acts accordingly: he serves as a more active presence in the present moment of the narrative than aradia whose primary effects are a result of that which stretches back to the beginning of these chain of events. john's actual presence in major events are crucial. (e.g. getting the code for Quills of Echidna to scratch the beat mesa, sticking his hand in the house juju). this is his (4/2) demonstrative -Se. we see him involved in these things, right here, right now. not in the past, but his presence right now. but there's a shadow side to this. as jung says, "No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell". so given all of this, being an action hero constantly involved in the present, at the same time builds up as an inner experience of the self over time — (2/1) vulnerable +Ni, which we cannot see from the outside, but is a consequence of that presence that simultaneously evolves with every action john takes in the story. what do the collection of these experiences represent over time? who john is as an individual being in a narrative sense is something important to analyzing him as a character. what myth does he embody? what myth or idea is it that is essentially forced upon him by the world against his will, given his position among other objects? (1/2) suggestive -Ti → (2/2) mobilizing -Ne. this 1000% relates back to that symbolic language post. by the way.

when it comes down to it, it seems like outside world's mission for john's existence is because he is someone necessary. who else is going to do these things? john exudes optimism, capability, kinetic energy. this is why we see him spontaneously latch onto the positions (suggestive -Ti) that he finds himself in.

EB: but now they don't have dream selves left! EB: who ever goes will be risking their life for good, won't they? CG: THAT WOULD BE THE LOGICAL EXTENSION OF THOSE FACTS, YES. EB: this is unacceptable! EB: couldn't i do it? EB: i am apparently immortal, because of this god tier business, so the bomb probably would not kill me! CG: OK, BUT DON'T YOU THINK THERE'S A REMOTE POSSIBILITY THAT GOING ON A SUICIDE MISSION TO SAVE ALL OF REALITY WOULD COUNT AS A HEROIC DEATH? EB: hmm... EB: maybe i could try to be not all that brave while i do it? CG: YOU ASSHOLE, OF COURSE YOU'D BE BRAVE. THAT TENDS TO BE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING REALLY FUCKING COURAGEOUS. EB: ok, well what about this. EB: since she is mortal, and i am not (sort of), and i don't need to do the scratch for a while, can i go help her? EB: maybe she could use some protection? maybe that is what dave was just trying to do, when he temporarily died. EB: remember, jack is still on the loose! he has killed rose and dave once, and me twice. CG: NO NO NO NO NO NO. CG: SWEET BLEEDING JEGUS, EGBERT, YOU KEEP BRAGGING ABOUT YOUR IMMORTALITY, AND THEN BRAINLESSLY ANNOUNCE PLANS TO GO OFF AND DO SOMETHING HEROIC! YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE THE SHORTEST LIFESPAN OF ANY IMMORTAL IN HISTORY. EB: sorry. :(

aradia’s trollian handle is apocalypeArisen. the final book in the new testament describing the apocalypse (book of revelations) is authored by a person named john. that’s all he refers to himself as, and nobody knows his actual identity. many iconic mythological figures come from there, like the four horsemen of the apocalypse and the biblically accurate angels covered in eyes from front to back and shit. like that’s the blueprint of the ‘apocalypse’ myths that pervade culture. apparently the book was written from his visions in patmos, greece. the only reason i made this connection was because of the amazing musical adaptation of it into the album 666 by aphrodite’s child (1972) that has be absolutely hooked, but still it made me do some reading since i wanted to know what was up since i'm secular, and that's where i found intriguing links to my thoughts about them.

because etymologically.... apocalypse (ἀποκάλυψις) is a greek word meaning "revelation", "an unveiling or unfolding of things not previously known and which could not be known apart from the unveiling.” sounds familiar to things i have been describing in this post, particularly from john (egbert)'s perspective. my friend said "john is like a guy lost in a desert without a map with random landmarks that don’t make sense and aradia is like watching him from a helicopter with a map".

one more thing. i read that the johnannine works took a more gnostic approach than other parts of the canon.

The origins of Gnosticism are obscure and still disputed. Gnosticism is largely influenced by platonism and its theory of forms. Many Gnostic texts deal not in concepts of sin and repentance, but with illusion and enlightenment.

and oh god and so much of homestuck has roots in gnostic thought AND plato's theory of forms. keep in mind that homestuck is a creation myth itself. like, yaldabaoth the denizen IS the demiurge. no wonder theory of forms is such a vital idea to homestuck's mythology. and that's why john seems to fit so well into that world, because he expects reality to conform with his symbolic language.

[jacks-little-jacky]

How do you think the other captains would react if Jack a soft cute so but in the battle field she’s just as violent as him

The other Captains | Jack the Ripper x Reader Headcanons

This is the second time I've written this request and I swear to god if Tumblr crashes again and deletes everything I will start pre-writing everything on docs. Also, this isn't my usual request of writing for Jack but rather the other Captain's opinions on something that has to do with Jack, so I hope I somewhat nailed them.

Yami Sukehiro

Honestly he's so confused about how Jack got a gf

She's cute??? Huh???

Since I see them as the best buddies, he's glad that Jack got himself a pretty and sweet gf but he fears how long he's able to keep her because the man is batshit crazy

so he's a bit surprised but relieved when he sees you go crazy too

he was a lil afraid Jack would become too much or maybe try to dull himself down as he only saw your cute side, so seeing how you're able to match him is good in his eyes

still makes jokes about Jack being too dumb to keep a relationship but he secretly ships it fr

William Vangeance

he likes you! you're sweet and nice!

maybe a little weird next to Jack because you seem his polar opposite

doesn't think too much about it, he's glad you make Jack happy

like Yami he spends a little moment to wonder if maybe he'd get too much for you

also relieved but not as much when he sees your other side

also... a little concerned.... especially if you're not a magic knight.

Rill Boismortier

oh! Captain Jack has a girlfriend! He has a heart! A soft side!

and you're so sweet too???

he def. would try to get along with you, partially because he really thinks you're sweet and he's a very friendly guy

also because he hopes it puts him in good books with Jack because he's lowkey scared

His reaction when you reveal your crazy side is like: "... Oh no... they're both insane..."

He likes your passion though! And how it matches with Jack. He sees a certain beauty in how your differences become irrelevant in a dire/battle situation and you both "dance" on the field

Mereleona Vermillion

she doesn't care all that much tbh

she thinks you're sweet but doesn't really waste another thought on it

only get's interesting when she sees how intense you can get

I guess she'd like Jacks willingness to fight so to see that you're kinda double trouble would be relationship goals for her

doesn't really spend much time thinking about it tho

Charlotte Roselei

How

No, just how? Jack? Pulled a girl? A sweet one like you?

She's baffled

You're so sweet? And nice? And that all for someone like Jack?

Charlotte doesn't like most men in general and while I am a firm believer of Jack x Charlotte in a platonic friendship way... She still would be confused how someone likes him ROMANTICALLY

a little happy for Jack tho, she knows he's not that bad (and she likes roudy guys Yami too)

likes you a lot more when she sees you can dish out some too, maybe would even suggest for you to join her squad

a little worried about Jack and you riling each other up though

Dorothy Unsworth

she likes you, you're sweet and she ships the difference in everyday attitude

Now it depends, if you're being unnecessarily cruel, she'd frown at it but she understands well that it's fun to let loose and play with your magic (which can be very destructive at times)

so yeah Dorothy would like the energy but if you're like crazy violent in a sense of hurting more than you'd have to for no real reason she'd be put off a little

she'd pull you into her glamour world sometimes to show you versions of Jack who totally swoons over you because that how it looks like to her LMAO

Kaiser Granvorka

he's also a little concerned about you at first

sure Jack has to be somewhat sane and respectable to be a Captain but I don't think Kaiser thinks too highly of him

he likes you tho, hopes that maybe you'll rub off on Jack a little

when he sees the way you behave in battle he's more concerned

maybe... he doesn't want you to rub off on Jack. He is crazy enough

After all, this man is married as far as I know and I belive he's still as happy as he can be for you two

Nozel Silva

he's... confused.

Now if you're a noble or a royal his mind is genuinely blown and he thinks Jack did some dirty trick to get you with him

if you're a peasant he doesn't care. at all. maybe raises an eyebrow but doesn't care too much.

if you're a noble/royal he's a bit "concerned" about your violent side but of course, you'd be powerful. it does shift his view on the relationship in a more positive light to see that you don't need to use Jack as a bodyguard/are not dependent on him

if you're a peasant his only thought is "Great, now there's two of them..." - he doesn't like your boyfriend and your chances for him to like you are very, very thin

he might like you more than Jack though because you at least have a sweet and soft side that is socially acceptable

Fuegoleon Vermillion

he's pretty much a middle ground of William and Nozel here

he thinks his part but you won't catch onto that

very glad you're a well behaved and mannered woman and you seem to manage Jack's personality well

he can see the appeal for Jack when you match him, you have no reason to be scared if you're the same and you certainly understand his odd... hobbies like this

but also a little concerned that there are now two of that kind together

Julius Novachrono

Man is in everybodies business

he doesn't say or think much of it tbh, he has seen a fair amount of people and how layered they can be

he likes that you're sweet and soft because it definitely could be handy for Jack (he doesn't cause trouble that much but damn him and Yami at the same spot is always a ticking time bomb and oh does your presence keep Jack focused on something else than Yami)

the violent part is only really interesting depending on your magic, if somehow you and Jack worked on a spell or something that boosts both of you when near each other he'd be intrigued

just hope none of you gets hurt (or does something illegal)