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hi!! this is for the 300 bash đ congrats!! itâs a huge milestone and i canât wait to read more of ur work!!
could you write about yeonjun and the reader being castmates in an upcoming drama? they grow close because they spend so much time together, maybe they practice a kiss scene in the dressing room (even though no one asked them to) and it goes a little off-scriptâŠ
when itâs time to promote it, they fake date to get the drama trending and thatâs when they realise they really like each other!!!
hehehe idk ive been thinking about this a bunch and itâs driving me crazy
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Actor!Yeonjun x fem!reader
in which Choi Yeonjun really messes with your head when he suggest you fake a relationship with him to promote your upcoming drama
wc 2k
warnings kissing, lot's of flirting
âȘ izzy speaks... okay I loved this idea. I do feel like some of the parts are a bit rushed since I had to fit it in my word limit, but I think it's still good :3 this is NOT proofread by the way
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âAndâŠcut!â You hear the directorâs voice and breathe out, your lips slightly shaking. It feels like youâve breathed for the first time in forever, but at the same time, you still feel like you canât breathe. Itâs his fault. Everything is his fault.Â
âHey, are you feelingââ your co-star â Choi Yeonjun starts, but before he can finish his sentence, youâre backing off from him, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.Â
You run away as fast as possible, locking yourself in your dressing room before anyone can stop you. You slide on the closed door, pulling your knees to your head and closing your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. Stupid Yeonjun. Stupid show. Stupid, stupid, stupidâ âStupid kiss,â you mumble, your cheeks red.Â
How did all of this even happen, you wonder? Itâs simple. It all started when Choi Yeonjun, the prettiest guy youâve ever met, decided to charm you and do everything in his power to make you question your feelings for him.Â
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A few days ago
âThe trailer for part one has been released.â You look up from the script in your hands, locking eyes with your co-star who had brought the news to you. âReally? We have to watch it together!â You beam, automatically getting a smile on his face. He nods, sliding into the chair next to you as he takes out his phone. âI saw a bit already. Youâre gorgeous in it.â Blush creeps up your face, and you canât look in his direction. âWhat? Donât you believe me?â He whispers, and you can practically hear the smirk on his face as he leans in closer.Â
âTurn on the trailer,â you whisper, sounding more desperate than you would want to. Yeonjun chuckles, âAlright, sweetheart,â leaving his lips as he straightens his back again.Â
You do your best to focus on the video playing on Yeonjunâs phone, but the boy beside you makes it much harder. His black mullet fits him perfectly, and you might as well admit he is the most handsome guy you have worked with. You canât keep your eyes off him, barely paying attention to the trailer. He would have to be blind not to notice you.Â
âSee? You were stunning,â he grins, turning his phone off again. You snap out of your thoughts, averting your gaze. You feel his eyes on you, swallowing a lump in your throat before you look at him again. âCan we rehearse a bit?â He asks suddenly, and you have to blink to assure yourself you arenât just hallucinating. âWhich..scene?â you ask confusedly. He smirks, pulling your chair from the table and turning it so you would face him.Â
âI had a great time today,â Yeonjun recites one of his scenes. Youâre too caught up in the moment to mentally go over all the scenes and figure out how your line goes, so you stay still in your place, waiting for whatâs to come. He reaches for your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your fingers softly.Â
âYeonjun,â his name falls from your lips in an instant, making the scene much more genuine than it should be. His eyes meet yours, and he leans closer to you. He whispers your name right next to your ear, sending shivers all over your body. âAnd then they kiss,â he continues in the script. âRight,â you mumble, but before you can say anything else, one of his hands is on your waist while the other holds your face, pulling you in for a kiss.Â
Your eyes widen, your body freezing. Youâre not sure what to do. A part of you wants to reciprocate the kiss, kiss him until you wonât be able to breathe anymore, but you know you shouldnât. Still, your lips move on their own. You give in. As you close your eyes, you feel even closer to him. Just for a little bit, you tell yourself.Â
Yeonjun is the first to pull away, a small smile that almost passes unnoticed by you on his lips. âAnd cut,â he mumbles, crushing every scenario your mind created in the short moment. âCut,â you repeat after him, refusing to look him in the eyes.Â
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Youâve been trying to avoid him since. You werenât sure how long you could keep going. Every time you locked eyes with him, you could only think about the kiss. You saw him right in front of you. Every movement of his stayed in your mind, and you couldnât seem to get it out. He was like a virus.Â
âIâm coming in!â You hear your co-start behind the door, panicking immediately. You think of locking the door, but before you can get up from the floor and do so, you stumble as he opens the door and hits you. âShit, Iâm sorry. Are you okay?â He worries, running to you as if you were on the verge of dying.Â
âIâm alright, itâs fine,â you assure him. âThe door barely touched me.â Yeonjun sighs, shaking his head at you. Youâre not sure why. âThatâs good,â he slightly nods. âI wanted to check up on you. Youâve beenâŠâ he looks around as if to make sure you were the only ones in there. âActing strange lately. Ever since the kiââ he starts, but you interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, not wanting to get reminded. âStrange? No, I havenât been strange at all! Maybe Iâm a bit worried about the rest of the filming, thatâs all.âÂ
âAre you sure?â The anxiety in his voice breaks your heart. It destroys you because whenever he looks at you like this, so genuinely, he gives you hope. âWill you be okay during todayâs interview?â Your eyes widen. Fuck. You forgot about the interview.Â
âUhm, yeah, definitely,â you nod. âOkay,â he nods too. âThe director and I had talked about our promotion strategy, so I need you in the right mind.â You question him with your eyes, a wave of worry washing over you when you see him smirk. âWe are going to fool the public eye,â he explains. âAnd pretend that we are dating. It will attract more viewers. Theyâll want to know what our relationship is like behind the cameras.âÂ
You swear you must have hit your head when you ran here. There was no way. Absolutely notâ how could you? You couldnât play his girlfriend even if you wanted toâ âI see. Okay,â you agree. Great. Just how stupid are you? âThat makes sense, I guess.âÂ
âOkay,â he smiles at you, and for a second, you donât regret your decision at all. âGreat,â he nods. He stays still for a second afterward, and itâd be obvious to anyone that he wants to say something. He sighs, speaking his mind. âAre you sure weâre okay?âÂ
You chuckle, nodding. âYeah, we are.â And you mean it. Youâre as okay as you can be at the moment. If it stays that way once you start pretending youâre his girlfriend is a different thing.Â
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âWe actually worked onâŠa surprise,â Yeonjun admits, teasing one of his upcoming projects as he answers a question for the WIRED interview about how he and Soobin, one of his close friends, met. âBut you will have to wait for that.â You smile, watching him talk.Â
You remember the look on his face when he told you about the song they were making a few weeks ago, unable to hold back your smile. You donât even notice him revealing another question on the board. Instead, you snap out of your thoughts when you hear him answering.Â
âIdeal typeâŠâ his eyes drift to your figure, and he thinks for a second before looking back at the camera again, smirking. âIâd say itâs someone who gets me. Someone smart, who could be there for me and I could admire. Someone who gets as excited for me as if my achievement was theirs,â he smiles, your cheeks flushing red when you notice his eyes on you. âSafe answer,â you joke, trying to brush the tickling feeling in your stomach off as you avert your gaze. âThen maybe,â he starts, leaning closer. âI should use the not-so-safe answer and remind everyone what your name is.âÂ
You freeze, swallowing a lump in your throat. Then you remember. He doesnât mean any of the things he says. He doesnât like you, and you definitely arenât his type. You bite your bottom lip, remembering his idea of this fake relationship. You knew this was coming. You didnât expect it this soon, though.Â
âOh, come on,â you gently push him back, rolling your eyes playfully. It pains you how unreal you sound, and youâre sure anyone with eyes will see through you. Still, you donât back down. âYouâre here to promote our drama, not flirt with me,â you mumble with a smile. Yeonjun chuckles, spreading his legs apart and resting his back against the chair. âShit,â you mumble quietly, hoping the microphone doesnât catch your words. He is hot. Too hot.Â
âI can do both, donât worry, sweetheart,â he teases, glancing at the cameraman before his eyes land on your lips, carefully watching you. You definitely wonât be able to air this. You hesitate, rethinking if itâs worth it. They wonât air your kiss. Theyâll definitely cut it out, so why bother pretending to that extent? Except maybe you arenât pretending. You lean closer to him, catching him off guard when you connect your lips. You hear the direct cough, reminding you youâre not alone, but you donât care. And it looks like Yeonjun doesnât care either as he pulls you closer.Â
There it is again. The weird feeling in your stomach that makes your heart skip a beat. It feels almost dangerous. The speed at which your heart is beating and the way youâre getting addicted to his lips.Â
âOkay, cut the cameras!â The director interrupts you, making you giggle as you pull away from your co-star. âKeep rolling, weâve got it,â Yeonjun laughs, throwing the board he was previously holding on the ground behind him. You laugh at him, waiting for the staff members to bring you a new board with more questions.Â
The interview flows after that. Even though Yeonjun keeps flirting any chance he gets, you stop minding and get used to it. Youâd dare to say you even enjoy it now.Â
âThat went well, donât you think?â Yeonjun asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you leave the set. You nod, briefly glancing at him. âIâm sure your plan to make us blow up worked,â you agree. âYeah, Iâm sure it did,â he nods, stopping. You question his movements, raising an eyebrow. âBut you know Iâm not doing all this just to make the drama do well, right?âÂ
And then your heart stops completely. âWhat?âÂ
âWith you, I donât have to pretend anything,â he mumbles, taking a step closer to you. He holds your hand in his, carefully watching you. âI never had to.â You blink a few times, assuring yourself this isnât some weird dream of yours before you open your mouth to answer. No words leave your mouth, though. You donât know what to say. Instead, you close the gap between you, pressing your lips on his once again. âGood, Iâm not sure how long I could keep pretending this is fake,â you mumble against his lips, and he wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you as close as possible.Â
âLetâs not pretend then. Letâs make us real,â he says confidently, not letting go of you. âI want to be with you for real.â
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can NOT believe the fractured but whole outted me to my dad. like. imagine ur dad learning ur trans via MR MACKEY.
#i actually came out almost a year b4 that game but my dad has memory issues and is practically senile so i don't think he quite understood#but then he was watching me play and goes 'ur a boy?'#south park#the fractured but whole#for clarification- a year b4 i got the game not b4 the game came out
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to weave my love â n. riki
â SYNOPSIS -âș Riki is good at many things- dancing, making fun of his friends, playing it cool (debatable.), Hell- heâs even good at saving people from falling buildings without getting whiplash. But the things heâs bad at? Well, itâs asking you out to prom, and trying to balance the shared assignment he has with youâŠwhile being Spider-man.
â PAIR -âș spiderman!nishimura riki x fem-pres!reader
â GENREÂ -âș fluff, banter, action â TROPES -âș classmates to lovers, idiots to lovers â WC -âș 17k (iâm sorry idk why either.)
â INCLUDES -âș SPOILERS FOR GREAT GATSBY, cursing, non-graphic injuries (reader discretion advised), yes i made the patching up with first aid kit trope SUE ME!! takes place in a busy city similar to new york never specified, reader is rich, jake and heeseung are seniors and rikiâs a junior, is riki stupid? yes⊠jake reveals stuff because he is also a little silly, reader wears a red dress!
â GREAT GATSBY -âș basically jay gatsby has this weird amt of money but no one rlly knows how he got it (nefarious reasons) and hes been in love with this girl daisy for five years but then she got married to tom buchanan but he gets rich so he can get the house across from her and wistfully watch her and he pines after her like CRAZY but he dies at the end
â REN SAYS...special huge fat kiss to thena @sensitively-taken you will be in the will when im a millionaire THANK YOU for helping me with so much of this I WUV U AND I WLL BE WAITING FOR UR HUENING FIC!!! | LIBRARY
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE FROM PRE-ADULTHOOD STRESS, IF THATâS EVEN A THING.
What exactly does Riki have to worry about as a seventeen-year-old junior in high school? Right now, his most daunting responsibility is catching up on the chapters of The Great Gatsby because the only thing Rikiâs actually read from the novel is that the main character shares a name with his best friend and senior, Park Jay. His second most daunting responsibility is handling the fact that with the new seating chart in his Literature class, it means heâs sitting next to the object of his very subtle affections, you.Â
See, the problem with having a crush on you is that Nishimura Rikiâs committed to thinking that youâre way out of his league, and unfortunately, the boy believes that almost too well. Not only are you minted beyond his wildest dreams (having seen your posts on social media), but youâre hardworking, helpful, and dedicated to your role as student body treasurer. Heâs already understood that youâd never go for a guy like him. Maybe someone more like Park Sunghoon, whose parentsâ salary matches yours. If Riki lived in a rural estate with generational wealth, handling the whole âSpider-Manâ thing might be a bit easier for him, considering he wouldnât have to try so hard in school. It might even change the fact that Riki dealt with some alleyway criminals last night and is currently catching up on lost sleep, as your English Literature teacher goes on and on about a project on the book youâre reading.Â
In class, and even sometimes outside of the classroom, your small tendency to not pay attention to your surroundings has landed you in some awkward situationsâlike now.Â
âI donât really tell anyone this, but I hate Daisy.â And instead of getting a response, you glance over to see Nishimura Riki slumped on the desk. Without trying to make preconceptions about what could land him in a situation like this, you poke his arm, stifling a smile at how his eyes widen when youâve caught him rubbing the very obvious sleep from his eye.Â
âSorry,â he whispers, still fighting the post-nap grogginess, âDid I miss anything?âÂ
(Nope.)
Shaking your head, you return your attention to your teacher as he continues to answer questions. The second Mr. Yoo assigned a report, you wanted to die even more considering the work you had to do on top of the impending due dates. But for it to be partnered? And for you to get seated and paired with the one boy who's known for not caring about school? Maybe things are a little stacked against you, but there has to be a reason why Rikiâs somehow still passing all his classesâŠright?
Considering itâs the last assignment about the book, youâre glad that you already read it so many times to know what you want to put into words. And in retrospect, answering a few open-ended questions about it canât be that hardâthe hardest part would be getting your partner to stay awake in class.Â
A small tap at your side makes you turn to face Riki, who you see has frantically written a page full of notes about the project in the past three minutes and how he can succeed. âCan you go over the first part? SorryâŠI wasâŠyâknow.âÂ
âItâs a partner project. And weâre partners.â You wince at the awkward wording.Â
Great! Riki was caught sleeping and that was your first impression of him for your paired assignment? Riki feels so stupid in front of you right nowâin front of your meticulous notes with annotations and proper highlighting. He wants to curl up into a ball when he sees you glance over at his haphazard attempt to look like he was paying attention when, in truth, he was trying to remember the dream he had just ten minutes prior. When you offer him a small smile and nod, leaning over with your notebook in hand, he sighs in relief, thanking whoever it was that let him get away with his naps without the consequence of irritating you afterwards.Â
The bell rings when Mr. Yoo stops talking, and you pause, startled by the sound. Instead of leaving, however, you pack your bag and shuffle to his side of his desk, continuing to parrot details about your report in hopes that it all makes sense. You need to make sure he knows what heâs doing.Â
âI think one of the questions he mentioned was like âIs Gatsby a good person?â and do you remember how in Chapter EightâŠâ The rest gets zoned out and forgotten in the boyâs head, because he in fact does not know what happened in Chapter Eight. He doesnât know what happenedâŠin any part of the book. But he agrees anyway, pretending like he understands what scene youâre trying to explain. What he notices is how thorough and dedicated you are towards ensuring he comprehends what youâre explaining, and although it could be because you donât want him to fail you both, he chooses to believe youâre doing it because you tolerate him.Â
Youâre so engrossed in covering all the little details and telling him random tidbits regarding the book that you donât realize your feet have made it all the way to the cafeteria. âBut here, let me get your number. Iâll totally explain more over text.âÂ
Riki is definitely not freaking out when he silently grabs his phone and hands it to you with the contact page, staring a little longer than necessary at the cute smiley face you added to your name. âThanks,â he mumbles, forcibly tearing his eyes away from the ten digits of your number, âFor helping me with this, too.â
âOf course! The Great Gatsby is a fun read for me. A little hard to read sometimes because of some of the characters, but still easy to understand.â And Nishimura RIki realizes that he has to do well. Heâll read the book five times over if it means gaining your approval.Â
Jake notices something a little different about the tuft of black and blonde hair when his friend walks in. The first thing is that heâs actually here, and that youâre next to him, smiling. The boy rubs his eye to make sure heâs not dreaming somehow, but when he looks up again, youâre waving goodbye and joining your friends across the room.Â
âDid you get hit with something while fighting a villain that makes you more bold? I feel like I just saw you and ____ talking,â Jake starts when Riki finally joins him with his lunch.Â
Riki laughs, shoving Jakeâs head out of embarrassment and opening his chips. âItâs just school. Got some project in English and she says weâre partnered.â He looks over at his friend chuckling, rolling his eyes at how Jake pokes at his side and wiggles his eyebrows.Â
âI better hear you two are dating by next week.âÂ
âWhoâs dating by next week?â Heeseung places his bag of food in front of them and takes a seat, opening the fast food he got last period and stuffing a fry in his mouth.Â
âRiki and ____. Let me have one,â Jake answers, reaching inside the bag.Â
Heeseung looks over at his junior curiously. âYou asked her out?â And the two older students hear a groan from the boy in question.Â
âMe and ____ arenât anything, for your information.â He prods at the vegetables on his tray and takes a bite before a look of displeasure washes over his face. âYouâre both way too excited for two guys who do not have girlfriends.âÂ
âHey! You know the girl Iâm always fighting with is the reason why Iâm single. I have to focus on studying to do well in school to do better than her.â Heeseungâs whining falls on deaf ears as Riki smiles victoriously, seeing how defensive the former got.Â
Jake offers him a shrug of defeat. âI got nothing.â
The three of them fall into normal conversation and Riki finally explains everything that happened during English. âSo youâre telling me your plan to ask ____ out went down from 18 months to 6?â And with a nod from the younger, they both groan once more. Heeseung exclaims, âWeâre both going to graduate, dumbass. Make the plan go down to likeâŠtwo months? Please?âÂ
Jake cuts in before Riki has a chance to respond. âMake it one and a half, so we can see you with a prom date before leaving forever.âÂ
âYou act as if youâre going to die after graduation. Itâs like youâre begging to be a super senior.âÂ
And theyâre silenced immediately.Â
âDo you think the guy I was with earlier hates me?â you ask on the other side of the room. Minjeong stares at you blankly, waiting for your explanation. âI donât know if you saw when I walked in but I was talking to this really tall guy with blonde hair and black tips. He seemed really out of it, like he kept staring at me and nodding. I think I scared him off by talking about the book too much.âÂ
Sunghoon, who is also listening in, opens his neatly packed lunchbox and begins mixing his noodles. âI think you did scare him off, ____.â
âNot helping,â Minjeong interjects, âJust talk to him more and maybe heâll warm up to you. You two sit together in class anyways, so hopefully heâll talk more?âÂ
âI know him,â Sunghoon comments, âWell, sort of. Iâm friends with Jake whoâs friends with Riki, and it seems like all that boy does is sleep.âÂ
âMaybe heâs really good at subconscious in-class comprehension?â you try, taking a bite of your sandwich. âI just hope it doesnât interfere too much with treasurer stuff.âÂ
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE IF HE SWINGS INTO ANOTHER WALL AT 100MPH LIKE HOW HE ALMOST DID TONIGHT.
All heâs had on his mind since school ended till now is how he should probably text you, if he really discarded the slimy acid monster from last week properly, and when the prom theme is going to be released, but thereâs something amiss that confuses his spidey-senses and makes Riki much more alert.Â
He snaps out of whatever train of thought he had before, focusing on the situation at hand and looking around to follow his instinct. Riki cautiously plants himself on the side of a random apartment building to get a sense of what's going on. A tingle of some sort of in the air permeates the material of his suit and leaves him shivering from the cold.Â
He doesn't like it one bit.Â
Moving to the side of the building to the top, the boy finally catches a glimpse of something when he gets a decent view of the city and highway systems. Riki knows somethingâs wrong with the bridge the closer he gets. He zips from one side of the tall, metal tower to the other, crawling down on all fours making sure he isnât caught. He feels the electric feeling once more, only amplified. It runs up his spine and he wants to slap it, almost like a frantic, summertime bug. The air around him is charged with something he has never recognized before. With a puzzled expression under his mask, Riki continues to investigate the surrounding area.Â
Riki finds a lone figure with some sort of attachment to his left arm, like a long glove made out of metal. The bulkiness of it seems to have no impact on his body as the man fiddles with the contraption, and the boy watches with bated breath as the machine fizzes and spurts with electricity. It begins to glow as power concentrates on his plated palm and the superhero sees it for the first time. Itâs like a fizz, like a match striking at fire only to produce a quick burst of friction, but it almost feels liquid when he watches the person play with the flickering blue ball of electricity. It dances in the dark in a hauntingly beautiful way, with bolts jutting out from the metal as it spurts and buzzes with a life-like manner.Â
A spark.Â
âHey, what the hell do you think youâre doing?â The sound of Rikiâs voice from the end of the bridge causes the stranger to look up with wide eyes. Although Riki fully expects it to simply enhance strength or block damage, the immediate strike of blue that flies straight towards him is anything but defensive. With a yelp, he jumps away, this time refusing to show himself.Â
What the hell was that?
He knows he should go back down there to change things and get the person and the metal pieces away before it escalates, but when he goes back down to watch, it's ten times worse. The bright blue illuminates the scarred face of the villain as heâs picked up the metal armâbut this time, itâs no longer clunky and sparking, but fused into his arm.Â
Rikiâs face pales at the sudden change before his body acts on its own and he shoots out a web to stop the man.Â
The villain is shocked by the intrusion, but quickly yanks free from the webbing and flicks another bolt of electricity, one that flies much faster now that the metal flows into the arm instead of simply resting on the skin. Itâs unlike something Riki has ever seen, something that is so controlled in motion and yet so erratic in nature, and it instills a deathly fear when it grazes his arm he hisses in pain. The sharp feeling springs Riki into action as he jumps away. Heâs lucky another bolt isnât sent his way, seeing how the villainâs too busy marveling at the power of his new gadget.
âYou know that fucking hurts, right?â He yells out, cupping his wound. âMaybe leave the gadgets to the kids!â
The man scoffs. âIt better have hurt. I sacrificed half my body for this to work.â
âBut why?â All Riki wants is answers. Some sort of explanation.
The man charges up yet another bolt, almost like a laser gun is built into the machine. âLess talking, more running, Spiderman.âÂ
That scared the shit out of him.Â
The boy doesnât have time to think as he jumps out from the dark tunnel to the bridge and up the metal towersâhe hates having to fight with people right below. The villain follows in pursuit, almost crumbling the metal with his engineered arm as he hoists himself quickly. Riki continues to jump between the structure to avoid the flashes, trying to get out and apprehend the man as quickly as possible. When he reaches the top, however, he feels death is near as he glances down at the villain below whoâs quickly gaining on him. He shoots out webs to slow him temporarily, letting himself fall and swing from the side of the tower to escape.Â
What he doesnât see on the way across the bridge is the flash that misses his cheek and hits his thigh instead. It burns, and mid-air, Riki gives the wound a quick assessment before he lands on the metal, immediately forcing his body to climb. While dealing with his wound, he fails to notice the villain swinging from the bridge support lines to meet him.Â
He needs to end this fast before he becomes burnt toast.
Riki doesnât often rely on instinct to carry him, but he can tell that the villain heâs facing isnât just a criminal.Â
âLand another hit, would you?â he tries to say, his voice strained from the pain in his arm and leg. It doesnât do much to deter the man in front of him as the arm continues to destroy and bend the metal on the way up. âWhat are you going to do now, Sparky?â
The man says nothing, charging energy into his metal glove again before aiming and focusing on the target: him.Â
Riki jumps off, not able to properly land his web in the right spot as he goes from one section of the bridge to the other. The man behind him looks enraged at the boyâs attempt to escapeâso much so that he reaches out with his normal hand to try to grasp the suit when Spider-Man swings past him. Instead of the feeling of fabric, the villain feels sticky spider fluid on his fingers. Riki shoots out a web, one that curls around the villainâs wrist and drags him off the tower. Instead of being able to launch him into the surrounding waters, the man slips from the poorly shot-out webs and falls from mid air into the sea of frantic cars, including one semi truck that collides directly with his arm. In the air, the boy winces when he hears honks and shouts from the impact, hoping itâs the last time heâll have to witness it.
With his gaze trained on the falling figure, the weakly attached web breaks, and Riki all of a sudden starts falling down as well. He curls up defensively before bracing for impact, curling into himself when he feels the metal dent and the truck driver scream from outside of the parked vehicle, the body of the villain right in front of it.Â
Riki staggers, holding onto his arm and thigh the best he can before getting up. With wobbly steps and a small jump, he lands near the unconscious man, whose metal arm is cracked and fizzlingâsomething that Riki knows is bound to leave more scars.Â
âCall the police. Iâll get rid of the pieces.â Although Riki wants to figure out who the criminal is and make sure heâs properly apprehended, the gashes in the boy's limbs leave him winded and exhausted. With hot metal scraps bound together by webbing in his hands, Riki swings out and dumps it somewhere rural, trying his best to cover the pieces with the pounding headache thatÂ
Riki revisits the secluded spot under the bridge, looking for clues to the manâs identity, and his expression falls when he notices a lanyard dangling near a trash can.Â
His name, his position, and the company. FLiGHT Corp. The company name caught the boyâs eye, and he pockets the item before leaving.Â
It seemed like he was a normal research scientist, but Rikiâs recollection of the scars and tattered skin leaves him retracting his last thought. He heard something about the failure of a time travel machine at FLiGHT, and if the mass of the incident was anything to go by, he was in the center of it.Â
No matter how many times Riki tries to get it out of his head, on the way home, all he can think about is the inexperience he displayed and the lack of response he gave Riki during the whole time. But Riki canât bring himself to really take away someoneâs lifeâand maybe for that, heâs a horrible superhero.Â
He knows he should stop the man before it's too late, and especially with how many self-proclaimed villains there have been, it's not easy to see so many innocent people ruin their lives chasing a power that inevitably consumes them. He knows itâll only get worse if he lets them run free.
And while the superhero has never been fully honest with himself, there are many times where Riki hates his role as Spider-Man, and wishes that he was just some teenage boy who didn't have the lives of others in his palm. He wishes he didn't have to sacrifice so much to stay behind a maskâand he wonders deep down if thereâs anyone else who felt the same.Â
His swings lead him across the city above hundreds of lives he has to protect, and he tries to find some semblance of peace. He thinks about how he has his homework due despite having just risked his life, he thinks about how your project is goingâand about you.Â
In the night under the stars, Nishimura Riki wishes for something just a bit normal. He wishes a good night for himself, but also for you, wherever you could be.
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE FROM TRYING TO READ THIS BOOK IN ONE NIGHT.
The Great Gatsby is exactly like how you described it; a little hard to get through but fun with the plotâs eccentric characters. Heâs pretty sure he couldâve just used a detailed SparkNotes explanation for the book, but having a crush can make someone do weird things. And in Nishimura Rikiâs case, his infatuation has got him reading a novel about morally-skewed characters and rich society to impress you.Â
When you come into class barely on time, Riki gives you a confused look when you sit down, but doesnât comment on it any further. Instead, he takes out his book and tries to act like his eyes werenât closing shut from exhaustion by the time Daisy was finally confessing how she loved Gatsby.Â
The moment Mr. Yoo stops talking, however, Riki isnât asleepâmuch to your surprise. He has his book out, pages filled with sticky notes and a whole section of his notebook dedicated to characters (written in bright red to keep him awake) and their traits.Â
âI got it.â Itâs the first thing he says when you two are left to do in-class work. Itâs ominous, and maybe a little too enthusiastic in a high school literature class for a boy who doesnât even care that much for school, but youâll accept it with open arms if it means you get a helping hand on your project.Â
âContinue,â you tell him slowly, leaning back in your chair to listen to him. And you donât know why, but a small part of you thinks that the boy who sleeps every period the book was discussed wouldnât have much to say or contribute to such an open-ended prompt, but life is full of surprises.Â
What you fail to notice is how Riki is nervous and his stomach does at least twenty flips before he swallows dryly and starts rambling in hopes to impress you and redeem himself from his embarrassing slumber a few days ago.Â
âSo you know how our prompt is based on one character and basically all their actions?â he asks, and you nod, absentmindedly thumbing a sheet in your journal. âIâm thinking we should talk about Jay Gatsby because so much is revealed to us about him that we might as well use it to our advantage. Yâknow, talking about how the theme of exploitation and secrets is veiled under Gatsbyâs desire for Daisy.â
âYou donât think Gatsbyâs a good character?â Riki wants to tell you that Gatsby is more relatable than good or bad, but he shakes his head.Â
âI mean, not really.â He feels like with those four words, heâs completely changed the trajectory of his relationship with you from a positive slope to completely downhillâand a wave of panic washes over him. âShould I? I mean, I could see him as more redeemable if you gave me examp-â
You wave your hand to quell his worries. âTo be honest, I donât like him either. But heâs an interesting main character to write about, so I think we should go with your idea.âÂ
To win your approval feels like heâs won at least three fights against a villain in a row without getting any bad injuriesâit feels good. And for the rest of the period, you are able to finish a detailed outline of your work for the next few weeks, mapping out sections for each other, and he even gets to see a part of prom planning on a word document you had open. He considers your shared productivity a win when he packs up and bids you goodbye before leaving for lunch.Â
One wave doesnât catch Rikiâs attention from across the room. Not even two, or three calls of his name could get Nishimura Riki out of his thoughts, and Jake frowns before moving up in the lunch line.Â
âSomethingâs caught your eye again.â Jake feigns innocence and sighs dramatically as he places the food down next to Rikiâs plate. âCould it possibly be our school treasurer?â Jake laughs, leaning over to catch a glimpse of whatâs got his friend so entranced and non-responsive.
Riki scrunches his nose, annoyed, but never breaking his gaze from where youâre sitting. âWe talked in classâlike, a lot,â is all he says, paying his friend no mind. âSheâs genuinely so understanding.â
âGod, I donât think you can be any more down bad for her than you are right now.â Jake picks at his food, and despite his concentration directed towards the olives on his pizza, heâs able to dodge the flying loaded nacho that goes his way, even if he wasnât the one with superpowers.
âCan you shut up?â Riki grumbles, laying his head on his arms as he notices you smile and point to something. âI just got pummeled into a semi truck last week. Let me have this before I die tomorrow.âÂ
âVery grim,â his friend notes, ruffling the youngerâs hair, âI think this is exactly what all of those mental health assemblies that we get are for.â And Riki basically tunes him out, too tired to fight and too used to the teasing remarks to come up with anything useful in response.Â
Riki sits up a bit, letting his head rest on his propped elbow as he looks at the school food and touches another nacho gingerly. âYâknow, I read the book for English so she wouldnât think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
His friend snickers, successfully pulling out yet another sliced olive from the cheese, much to the disgust of Riki. âShe probably already thinks youâre an idiot.âÂ
The superhero debates throwing another cheesy nacho in Jake's face, before deciding to eat it instead. âDonât say that asshole! You make it seem like I have no chance with her.âÂ
Jake shoots him an exasperated look that makes Riki break eye contact. âThatâs because you donât.âÂ
âIâll prove to her that Iâm worth her time.â Riki says somewhat wistfully, still stealing glances from a few tables away. âMaybe Iâll ask her out to prom, show up in my suit. Do that cheesy upside down kiss shit people say Spiderman does.â When his friend raises an eyebrow at him, Riki shrugs. âI will! Well-maybe not the Spider-Man thing, but prom definitely.âÂ
Jake continues to look at him unconvinced as he takes a bite out of a slice of pizza with mangled cheese. âYou barely talk to her in class and you think you can ask her out to prom as Nishimura Riki?â And the younger grins, eyes still stuck on how your eyes crinkle and how your shoulders shake with laughter.Â
âYup.â And his fate is sealed, just like that.
âWhatâs your project about, anyways? Didnât you tell me last night that she gave you her number? Must be pretty serious if she wants to text you.â Riki furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head.Â
âItâs just tying the theme of the book to one character and writing about how they show it. So we did the theme of money and Gatsby, because itâs easy and mentioned so many times.âÂ
Jake gawks. âYou must really like her,â
âI was planning to read it regardless of who I was partnered with.âÂ
âOkay- thatâs debatable.â There goes another one of Rikiâs nachos.
âGross.âÂ
He thinks things are going pretty well for you two. The report is being written and your quotes are basically finding themselves, so Riki should give himself a pat on the back for pitching the initial idea for how to go about your assignment. Maybe reading the whole book offered him a few useful pointers, and he goes to sleep that night satisfied with your progress. Maybe Heeseung and Jake were rightâmaybe he could finally ask you out by prom.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE TRYING TO SAVE THE CITY FROM YET ANOTHER MONSTER TERRORIZING THE STREETS.
He wakes up the next morning, not expecting his alarm to alert his senses to danger. It rings in his head and makes him feel delirious, trying to shake sleep off as he looks out the window for any visible sign of what's wrong. If he could hear the danger in his head then that meant someone could be hurt, and he could go to school without a few hours of sleep if he worked fast enough, right?Â
Riki slips into his suit without much thought and goes to crack his window open, only to look back at his clock and read the horrific time of 6:23AM.Â
Who the hell picks a fight with a teenager at this ungodly time?Â
Then, he shoots from his wrists, once, twice, and suddenly, he's off, covering more ground through the air in just three seconds than he ever could while walking or running for minutes on end.
The source of his tingling spidey-sense is some large metal centipede creature that was setting off car alarms in a neighborhood near the market. Thankfully, no one was really awake to be caught in the crossfire, but he has to figure out how the hell he's going to catch that thing in...he checks his watchâŠtwenty minutes?Â
Hopefully, his instinct will help him win this timeâagain.Â
The web he shoots out does nothing to stop the monster, and considering how it connected them both, the threads only drag the superhero to the edge of the building he was initially watching from. With some yelling and pulling, he finally detaches, and realizes that the odd sizzling feeling in his bonds must be from the same source as a few days ago; Spark.Â
He had this gut feeling that a villain as strong as him wouldnât have been destroyed so easily, but his wounds were so deep and the blood loss so bad from a few nights ago that he couldnât have truly dumped him in the ocean without fainting or suffering something permanent, and although Riki hoped things in the universe would work itself out, the presence of the giant fifty foot insect alone is proof that things were not in his favor.Â
He jumps off the building onto another, working quickly as he strings up a few webs between the houses as a wall for the monster, watching it slide and knock over cars in its wild pursuit. The monster spends a few seconds breaking down the wall of webbing and climbing over it, the many legs easily breaking through. As the superhero jumps across buildings and keeps track of the centipedeâs movement, he has no idea why it isnât going for him, and that makes his job much harder without the attention of the monster. One glance at the direction the centipede is headed in sets off another ding in Rikiâs headâbut this time, it finally clicks why the centipede is headed away from the boy.Â
Itâs attracted to the power plant.Â
Riki immediately jumps and swings off of a lamp post, using the momentum of gravity and the force of his swing to propel him faster than the slithering creature. Squinting, he holds out his fist and points his pointer and pinky out, following the movement of the centipede as he aims.Â
Bam.Â
He sends clusters of silky white threads down precisely at the first pair of legs to pin it down. The webs stop the creature momentarily, and Riki doesnât have time to watch how the body shrinks up and fizzes out with blue shocks as it tries to wiggle loose and malfunctions. This fight would be over soon, and the boy smiles when he jumps down to shoot more webs to apprehend the centipede. It wiggles and sends electricity out through parts of its body, trying to pry itself out. He expects it to simply be a robot of sorts following a mission considering its avoidant behavior, but as he approaches the tail, the monster suddenly swings at Riki, and its mass and speed is incomparable to the boyâs reaction speed.Â
Riki lands into a tree and someoneâs garage, feeling the crumbling wall falling all over him and the sudden pain blooming in his lower back.Â
This fight will, in fact, not be over soon.Â
With his superhuman abilities, Riki grabs onto the metal of the car beside him to hoist himself up, coughing from the dust, and jumping over the rubble to see how quickly the centipede creature can get out, without regard for his current state. The sound and rumble of the giant monster is all he needs to know that the traps are effective, but not at the previous capacity.Â
The plan is simple: apprehend the legs and crush the head, where Riki assumes the decision-making and programming is taking place. But the monsterâs angry and erratic actions throw a wrench in his plan. Its legs move faster, digging into the cement and leaving ruin in its wake as it continues down the road. While both the villain and superhero are fast, the distance between the power plant is finiteâand only grows smaller and smaller. Â
Although Riki can feel the bruises coming, he runs and swings, hearing the wind in his ears as he catches up to the centipede in no time. He tries the same tactics againâaim, shoot, stick, all the while keeping his distance. Although the monsterâs body spans incredibly long, and should carry an immense amount of weight, the way it snaps at Rikiâs flying body and sends shockwaves through his core leaves him shivering as his body slams into the ground, coughing. It hurts all over, and it feels like thereâs weight on his eyes when he tries to open them and get up. His head is spinning as he staggers onto his knees, clutching his chest as he watches the centipede shrivel and crackle.Â
It seems like the voltage produced is a double-ended sword, one that burns up the centipede body as much as it deals damage, and with the way the mutant creeps towards the electricity of the plant, Riki gets the feeling thereâs a magnetic pull that forces the mutant to continue to crawl even against its instinct to stop.Â
Despite his waning strength, however, Riki knows better than to half finish the job like last time. He creates a net from experience, weaving together the thickest and most durable threads to trap the entirety of the slowly approaching creature. It seems to crawl slowly up the makeshift barrier, knocking its head against the white and spreading the bright blue waves of its energy throughout. The boy watches as the thin white mass absorbs all of it and clings to the creature. It works, finally, after his attempts to nullify its movements, and he knows that despite the ache in his every step, the almost mummified centipede that hangs between several roofs for all the neighbors to gawk at is his sure sign of victory.Â
All he remembers is hearing a familiar call of his hero name before his legs give out and his head hits Jakeâs chest.Â
Holy fucking shit is the first thing Riki thinks when he wakes up.Â
Heâs not out of his tattered suit and he feels grimy all over, but his body has done wonders in reducing the otherwise fatal injuries he got. No human body should be able to withstand two energy-filled blasts, but his suit and superhuman healing are of greater help than ever in alleviating the damage from his wounds.Â
He knows why heâs in his bed with bandages thrown over his open wounds. He knows that every time something like this happens, itâs Jake who shoos away the concerned civilians, telling them heâs a medic. Jake is not a medicârather, heâs a seventeen year-old boy who knows about his friendâs double life and with all the times heâs saved Riki, someone might as well dub him the greatest medic of all time.Â
The clock on his bedside table has only served as a bearer of bad news. He looks over to see how itâs practically midday, and heâs missed yet another day of school from fighting crime. Heâs in no condition to get up or get his bag, seeing how his hair is frizzy and his cheek has a cut that would warrant questioning. It seems only fair that he stays absent, and before he falls back asleep, he only prays you arenât too mad at him for leaving the seat next to you empty.
But you arenât mad, just worried. The soreness in his muscles doesnât go away though, and he groans when he sits up in his bed, with bandages around his arms and an ice pack discarded next to him.Â
Heâs most definitely not coming to school like this.Â
While you bore holes into the clock hanging off the wall, that doesnât speed up the time. Two minutes pass, then another minute. As your classmates find their partners and begin discussing, you notice how the room gets louder with the due date looming near. Itâs the first time youâre alone without the familiar boy beside you, and something hangs low in your chest when you put in a pair of earphones and open your laptop.Â
Rikiâs absence should have no effect on you. After all, youâre both just high school students whoâve talked once or twice, and yet you still look over at the empty chair. Staring doesnât make Riki appear, though, and you return to your edits. It feels empty without his insight, or without him asking you to help him with a passage. Riki was your solution to all things boring. If he wasnât doing his work, then you two were laughing at something on his phone. And if you agreed to both do something other than the report, then you could ask for an extra opinion when deciding prom details. There was something freeing about working with him that attracted you. Riki knew how to lighten the mood on days that werenât so good for you, but he also worked hard and let loose at the same time. There was a perfect balance in Rikiâs life that you aspired to have; it was a good mix of playful, dedicated, and fun all in the same vein.Â
The words blend together on your screen. Jay Gatsby this, Tom Buchanan that, it all looks monotonous the more you keep trying to read and comprehend what exactly youâre talking about.Â
Before class is dismissed, Mr. Yoo steps to the front of the classroom to gather everyoneâs attention. He introduces your new novel for the next month, explaining yet another large assignment associated with the text.Â
Truth be told, you donât pay attention to any of it.Â
The only thing you remember to do is to grab extra copies of the printed graphic organizers, as you get out of your seat and rush out when class ends in pursuit of one specific boy.Â
âSim Jaeyun!â The call of his name diverts Jakeâs attention from his phone to your waving arm as you weave through the students and finally reach him.Â
âYou can just call me Jake,â he explains, âwhatâs up?âÂ
You begin to reach into your backpack, trying to feel for your folder, and pull out a few sheets. âThese are for Riki.âÂ
Jake cheers internally for his friend whoâs busy recovering at home. âWhat, you got a crush on him or something?âÂ
He tries to play it cool by teasing you, but the smile you bite back leaves the boy questioning if there really is anything going on. Jake knows better than to tell you anything about Rikiâs feelings, and opts to instead grab the papers and to thank you for looking out for his friend.Â
âIs Riki okay?â You have to know, just to make sure heâll be here tomorrow to cure your boredom.Â
What Jake says is much different than the nonchalant wave and half grin he gives you. âHeâs just bedridden.âÂ
âThatâs pretty serious! Did he come down with anything?â He seemed fine yesterday, so whatâs the catch?
He blurts, âHe just got badly hurt.âÂ
Immediately, Jake knows heâs fucked up.Â
Your confusion and silence answers him far more than words ever couldâhe basically hears the gears turning slowly in your head.
Jake weakly defends, âHis parents had a fight with him because he hit his head or something. Heâll be fine by tomorrow. Just bedridden from sadness, yâknow?âÂ
The look you give him is unconvinced, but when Heeseung pats him on the shoulder and waves to you, the boy realizes that maybe staying quiet wouldâve been the better decision.Â
âIâll see you later, ____.â And heâs off, waving half-heartedly and dragging a very confused Heeseung out of the cafeteria.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE TRYING TO WAKE YOU UP AS GENTLY AS HE CAN.
Ever since March started and flowers began to bloom, your energy seemed to do the opposite, dwindling until Riki catches you mirroring his frequent in-class action: sleeping. And it worries him beyond belief, because youâre not the type to fall asleep like⊠ever. However, Riki does not have the heart to wake you up, even if itâs with a little nudge that you probably barely feel with how light he taps. It breaks his heart to have to ask you to review what he has done, because the bell is about to ring and the teacher might just send you to detention if he catches you off-task.Â
The allergies always make Mr. Yoo irritable, and Riki knows not to get on his nerves.Â
Your eyes flutter open to the pokes and prodding from none other than Nishimura Riki, who gazes at you softly when you adjust to the bright classroom setting once more.Â
Panic settles in. âWait- how long was I sleeping for?âÂ
He shrugs and scrunches his nose, not giving you an answer as he finishes scribbling something in his notebook.Â
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry.â Your hand squeezes into a fist at the frustration that youâve let your partner down.Â
And yet, Riki seems to be unfazed, frowning when he sees you stressing out. âDonât ever sweat the little things, yeah? If thereâs anything you ever need to talk aboutâtrust me, I know what itâs like to have a lot of pressure on your shoulders.â
Smiling at him, you respond with, âThank you, really.âÂ
Being treasurer is daunting in the spring. Itâs full of requests, forms, and small tasks that leave you spent by the end of the day. âBut,â you glance at the clock to see just how much time is left, âhowâd you know?âÂ
He motions to your open computer with a now dark screen. âI saw your document pulled up. ____âs tasks or else she will be kicked out of student government,â he taunts, snickering when your eyes grow wide with embarrassment and you lightly nudge his shin with your foot in warning.Â
âItâs not polite to snoop,â and although you say that, you catch something in your peripheral vision. Itâs a few drawings of a figure and gadget drawn, shaded from rigid shapes with small descriptions pointing to different places. You werenât sure what was more surprising; how good the drawings were, or the subject of his imagination.Â
Weird. Inherently, there was nothing wrong with Riki drawing a villain, and you chalked it up to him being creative. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
He puts his hands up in surrender at your last comment, his grin showing anything but. Just one look at the boy makes you realize that everything youâve just thought about is foolish.Â
Thereâs no way heâd have time to be a villain and a student. With one final thought, you let your raging thoughts rest and focus on the present; him. Youâve seen his hair messy, especially after his naps, but when Riki tries to style it like how he did today, you pay more attention to the streaks of blonde and how he often hides behind his bangs and scrunches his nose. Itâs cute. Heâs cute.
The truth is, you enjoy being around him like this, joking around and never worrying too much about your responsibilities and expectations. Itâs refreshing. Being around Riki gives you the feeling that things will be okay in the end.Â
You snap out of your thoughts to see that his desk is empty, while yourâs hasnât changed one bit.
âYouâre going to sell prom tickets now, right?â He makes small talk before leaving for lunch, closing the notebook you were suspiciously eying before slipping it into his bag.Â
âYup,â you answer, popping the âp,â âIâll see you later,â and you two part ways.
All the long lines and constant distribution of change doesnât allow much wiggle room for you to daydream. As time goes on, the ticket-selling line grows smaller and smaller, but the only thing you truly care about is eating the lunch your parents packed you. Your sandwich is probably sad and soggy now that there are only a few minutes of lunch left. When you finally sign off one last time after triple checking the forms are all correct, you let out a sigh, leaning back and finally getting a break.Â
Then, it hits you that youâre not even sure if the boy youâre fawning over is attending the biggest event of the year, and you feel stupid for forgetting to ask.Â
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Yesterday was a rookieâs mistakeâtoday, youâd make sure you get an answer from him.
âAre you going to prom, Riki?â is the first thing you ask when he sits down, grabbing his book and laptop with a little too much enthusiasm.Â
âIâm thinking about it.â Yeah, whatever confidence he had when convincing himself heâd ask you out isnât serving him well at this moment. Quite frankly, Riki feels lame as ever trying to be nonchalant around you. âYou?âÂ
âIâd have to set up, so I would be there, yes. But whether or not I have a date is another story.â You smile to lighten the mood, but Riki watches you and nods, focusing back on signing into his laptop and getting his notes for the new book youâre reading.Â
âWell, youâre not the only single one here.â And he wants to reprimand himself for saying something without thinking. âIf someone asked, would you say yes?â
You think about it carefully, really because you donât have anyone in mind when it comes to prom if Rikiâs not planning on going. âItâd have to be someone I knowâsomeone I talk to somewhat regularly. Iâd be nice to be with someone who doesnât make it awkward.â
Nishimura Riki might die from over-thinking if he keeps on wondering whether or not he fits that description to a tee.
RIKI'S TO-DO LIST BEFORE PROM
â talk to ____ regularlyÂ
â don't make it awkwardÂ
â be..cute?Â
The boy decides that his superhuman responsibilities might be easier to complete than any of those three things.Â
He switches the subject to stop his head from hurting too much. âDid you finish the report?âÂ
You still, and Rikiâs question reminds you of the report looming over your head. In your defense, you two hadnât brought it up much in the past week, and he didnât seem to worry over how much of your time was spent emailing teachers or making spreadsheets. Although caught off guard, youâre quick to respond with, âWhat did we have to finish? I thought we were done since last week, but if thereâs anything else-âÂ
âSorry,â he rushes out, biting his lip, âI meant, if you finished reading it.â And the answer is no, you havenât read it since your last edit on it three days ago.Â
Within a few clicks, you find the document and scroll to the bottom, seeing the small note that Riki left that said âlet me know how it looks.â Itâs sweet to know he thought about your input as much as you did his.Â
âWhile some can agree that Gatsbyâs rise into high society was sketchy, Gatsby still retains the same reserved character from years ago, and doesnât manipulate others into success or use his money for nefarious purposes. Itâs not like he changed after his wealth, and it could be argued Gatsby loved Daisy until his last breath and was willing to die as long as she was happy, emphasizing the theme of sacrifice.Â
So, is Jay Gatsby a good person? The question targets the morality of a character who many can empathize with. Those who are charmed by his overwhelming love for Daisy would say that heâs committed textbook crimes, but focus more on the intent behind it. To pine after someone from a distance isnât easy, but to pursue her after years of separation is even harder. Itâs universally agreed, however, that love as a driving force doesnât nullify what heâs done to others and the dirty schemes heâs enacted to gain the power he has. Therefore, Gatsby makes for an interesting main character, and highlights just how twisted a system around money can be.âÂ
The last page isâfor the most partâhis writing, and your admiration for him grows when you finish reading and scroll to hit your Works Cited page.
âItâs good,â you tell him wholeheartedly, âDidnât think you had it in you.âÂ
Riki cracks a smile at your light teasing, soaking up your praise.Â
âNow you know.â He shrugs. And he can only hope that you like him as much as you like his literary skills.Â
NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE WHEN HE COMES TO THE REALIZATION THAT HE IS EXACTLY LIKE JAY GATSBY,JUST WITHOUT THE MONEYâDESPERATE FOR THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS, DYING YOUNG, AND A FRAUD HIDING BEHIND SECRETS.
Nevermind the last one, he has to hide when he has an identity to protect as the cityâs only superhero, but Riki feels his heart sink to his heels when he read a few weeks ago how much Gatsby simply adores Daisy. When Gatsby died, he scoffed, closing the book with a sudden disinterest. If he were the male lead, he wouldnât have been laying in a pool for target practice. Maybe being a superhero teaches you how to avoid being easy bait for all your enemies, or maybe Gatsby was too carried away with love to think straight.Â
Fighting crime gives you insurmountable experience with sneaking around, but it wasnât something he could just teach to anyone. When he gets this horrible gut feeling that somethingâs happened to you, he just knew something was wrong. He might not be easy to catch, but for anyone else? Definitely. Â
For everyone else, prom was a month away, but for you, it was three weeks of talking to your advisor and president, arguing with your other board members, and sitting behind that damn money box for another five days to sell tickets. For you, it was realizing that you were supposed to buy streamers and balloons yesterday on your way home from school. It was the thinly veiled disappointment in your board memberâs texts when they told you they were at a loss for words. âIâm sorry, and I know youâre busy, but how could you forget? Prom is so important for all of us. What if they donât have what you need anymore?â It all repeated in your head as you bit your lip in frustration and slipped on the first pair of shoes you could find. Although it was dark and dangerous, you could care less if it meant avoiding the passive aggressive comments youâd get tomorrow during your meeting.
There it is again: that little tendency to not pay attention to your surroundings.Â
You yelp when you feel someone grabbing your wrist and pulling you in, muffling your screams as he pulls you along. To see him on the news was worrying, but to see Spark in person with your life on the line is even worse.Â
Tears spring to your eyes as you struggle against the metal to no avail, and you curse every previous moment you spent worrying about balloons rather than your safety.
Spark suddenly stops, shoving you against the wall before his hand grabs a brick with his metal arm, beginning to climb. âDonât let go.â And you donât think twice before holding on.
The city view would be beautiful if you werenât hearing your heartbeat in your ears or if you werenât dangling from the railing of some company building, trying to wiggle yourself free of the rope around your wrists.Â
Spark speaks up, drumming his fingers on the railing next to you. âYou wouldnât happen to know where your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is, would you?â And you furrow your eyebrows, genuinely questioning for a moment if he really knew how the superhero operated.Â
A voice from across the street puts a temporary hold on your thoughts, and you glance up to see a flash of blue and red soaring through the air, followed by a groan and a beam of light next to you. Seeing Sparkâs powers right in front of you spurs you into action, yanking at the rope and trying to take tiny steps away from where they were fighting.
âFrom what Iâm seeing, you wanted to hold someone hostage because youâre not feeling too good, huh?â Spider-Man shouts as he shoots out webs and blocks hits. You shake your head in partial disbelief of how unserious he is, but also how unbelievable all of this seems. âYou tried to take a potion or something? Iâm going to tell you this now, but these usually donât work.âÂ
Rikiâs assumption is right, and considering how Spark now has a leg and arm from metal instead of just the arm, the procedure for the additional limb couldnât have been easy. The superhero still proceeds with caution, making sure to pay attention to anything new as he dodges and fights back.Â
The villain immediately gets back up, stumbling for a moment before he regains his stance and runs towards the boy. You hear the clanging of fist hitting metal from their fight, and considering the difference in height and build, youâd expect Spider-Man to be easily flung to the side, but he holds his weight in battle.Â
Riki aims for around the left shoulder, where an abundance of stitches cover the skin and fuse the metal into muscle. He lands a hit, and almost another one, before a punch to the side knocks him from his momentum. The boy wheezes when his back makes instant contact with the ground, rolling and getting up before Spark has time to shoot.Â
He notices how quickly the gadget generates electricity now. Before, the beams took longer, and were easily predictable, but now, it glows bright for a moment before it fires directly in Rikiâs path. The boy dodges the first, but the second one almost hits the top of his head before he ducks and creates distance.Â
From the roof-top, Riki scans his surroundings before making the split-second decision to jump.Â
He swings to the other side of the building, keeping you in his peripheral vision as he works on apprehending the villain in front of him. They spring into yet another fist fight, with Rikiâs agility easily letting him avoid punches and land precise hits to make the previous injuries even worse.Â
You think Spider-Man has the upper hand in this, seeing as how none of Sparkâs punches seem to slow down the superhero, but you hear something loud before you can register it.Â
You figure out what happened after Riki stumbles and suffers a blow to the stomach, sending him tumbling to the edge of the building. Spark knew that Spider-Man was avoiding his left armâhe knew that one wrong move paired with the tungsten material would have a lasting effect on the superheroâs fist.Â
Riki coughs from the impact before his spidey-sense rings, pulling him back into battle as he runs as fast as his body can take him.Â
You. He still needs to save you.Â
With renewed vigor, he continues to avoid the flying sparks as he ducks between structures and uses the terrain to his advantage. He can tell, though, that the villain is slowing down. The shots are less accurateâa telltale sign that the enhancer Spark tried is working against him.Â
Between all of the chaos, Riki finally lands a proper web, yanking as hard as he can to pull Spark to the ground. He stumbles, grasping at thin silk before Riki lets go on his side. The villainâs balance is off, giving the boy an advantage as he closes the distance, hopping over a thrown slab of metal and landing a solid kick into Sparkâs ribcage. As he stays down, Riki continues to aim for muscle and flesh, his head spinning as he packs punch after punch to keep the villain apprehended.Â
Sparkâs bodyâcurled into itself to absorb the hits the best that he canâ hides the growing blue flash that heâs slowly charging up with his remaining power. The moment it escapes from under his abdomen, Riki directs his efforts towards avoiding the electric glimmer. The villain rolls over, his body tattered from the consistent injuries, and he fires what seems like an intense bullet of energy. It zips by the boyâs cheek, cutting the mask and leaving blood to run down in its wake. Time slows down as the superhero tries to process the unlocked speed of the burst, and Spark loses focus marveling at his new abilities. Never before had either of them seen power so concentrated, and it inflicts both fear and excitement.Â
He lifts his arm, the other holding it up for support, and Spider-Man notices the fizzle of bright blue. Rikiâs about to jump out of the way, preparing for yet another high-speed bullet, but before Spark fires, something clicks. The arm doesnât directly point to Rikiâbut it skews off to the right.
Except, heâs no longer aiming for Riki in the split second that the boy blinks. Heâs suddenly aiming at you, where your hands are tied to the railing and your feet are dangling from the bent metal that holds you precariously over the edge, leaving a fifty foot drop in its wake. When you see the blue energy in the villainâs palm growing slowly bigger, you pull at the rope desperately with zero regard to the tender rawness of your wrists.Â
In your attempt to somehow break the rope, your cry of fear snaps Spider-Man into action.Â
Riki pushes his sore body to jump as quick as he can, leaping across the rooftop to the building over. He easily avoids the metal railing, grabbing onto your arm as he yanks hard on the rope, the force of it separating a piece of metal from the railing. He immediately jumps, sending out a web to swing him back up. It all happens in a flashâfirst, you were bound to the edge about to fall to your death, and all of a sudden, youâre tightly pressed against Spider-Manâs chest with your bound wrists still attached to the metal. Shutting your eyes, you trust Spider-Man entirely, closing your eyes to avoid seeing just how far up you were. Wind rushes in your ears and leaves your stomach fluttering with butterflies until the superhero sets you down on a secluded rooftop.Â
âPlease,â he begs, âdonât leave. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Youâd be a fool to do anything but wait.Â
Riki checks on you one last time before diving down, springing himself back up with another web. The damage from the blasts is recognizable even from far away, and yet, he notices the reflective shine of a metal arm on the edge of the building before Spark lets go.Â
To Riki, Spark is dead after dropping from a fall having taken that much damage, but he hears no impact. Making haste, the boy fails to find any figure no matter how hard he looks, but Sparkâs laboratory has to be here somewhere. The badge from a week ago was stuck on Rikiâs mind, and he could only imagine the reasons why he pursued this life. Was he recreating something? If he needs to power some sort of machine, then the heart of the city is a perfect place to harness the electricity for any large scale project. As much as he wants to dedicate the rest of the night to searching the city for some sort of clue, the fact that youâre still stranded on that rooftop after having just experienced a life-changing event blares like an alarm in his mind.Â
He quickly leaves, returning to where youâre seated.
Without the fear of falling to your death from earlier, you were able to focus on undoing the knots from the rope. Red scratch marks and irritation bloom on your wrist, and the reality of it all happening still hasnât settled in. Despite not being harmed once, the fear and incessant pounding of your heart overwhelms your senses, and it leaves you heaving with confusion.Â
A pair of footsteps only become apparent as Riki walks closer, taking a seat beside you and letting out a large sigh. He stares at the stars silently as if he doesnât have a cut on his cheek and bruises waiting to paint his skin purpleâas if he isnât hiding his true self under a facade.Â
âYouâre not hurt, are you?â You shake your head, grateful that Spider-Man was the reason you got away without a real injury.
âThank you, really, for saving me. I donât know how you manage to do it.âÂ
Riki chuckles under the mask. âEh, you get used to it,â you hear Spider-Man say. âYou fight a couple bad guys, get over a fear of heights and eventually you get the hang of things.âÂ
Scoffing, you gently rub at your wrists to ease the redness. âEasy for you to say. I havenât been taught a crash course on how to avoid being supervillain bait just yet.âÂ
âMaybe you should learn it sometime,â Riki responds absentmindedly, âsomeone like you shouldnât have been out so late doing whatever it couldâve been.âÂ
Sighing, your mind drifts off to think about the balloons and streamers that are not in your hand. âI had stuff for my upcoming events.âÂ
He knew about all of it when youâd explain your cryptic reminders and notes on your computer, but he still feigns curiosity. âWhat upcoming events?âÂ
âJust prom,â and he hears just how strained it makes you.Â
Riki tilts his head in faux confusion. âWhat do you have to do for prom?âÂ
He notices how you immediately slump, as if the mere mention of prom deflates your happiness. âItâs only a few weeks away, and I was supposed to get decorations for our venue yesterday. I just wanted to slip out before my parents noticed.âÂ
Despite the fabric over his eyes, Rikiâs expression shifts from surprise to pity when he understands your stakes. âYou still need to be careful. Is your student council strict?âÂ
âNot strict necessarily, but judgementalâI ran for the position because I thought I could help my school raise funds and find more opportunities, but it just feels like no one truly wants to try anything new.â You wave it off as if itâs not that important, as if it isnât the reason why you find yourself stressed so often. âI just donât want to disappoint or give people something to talk about.âÂ
Despite not being involved with school the same way you are, the boy next to you resonates with the fear you currently face. The fear of letting people down was a large part of why Riki continued to put on that mask and step into the most dangerous situation of his life; he never wanted to sit down to hear the news that Spider-Man quit.Â
So he keeps doing his job, even if some days are harder and some fights arenât worth winningâjust like what you do.Â
âYeah, I get that,â he tries to console, âYou must be doing a lot for everyone around you, and Iâm sure a lot of people appreciate what youâve done. Donât beat yourself up too much, yeah? Youâll always have me.â He smiles, but he knows you donât see it. Youâre looking at the stars, trying to calm your mind and return to your life before everything happened.Â
You glance over at Spider-Man, wondering if heâll truly be around for you when you need it. âIf I need to talk to you, should I step out of my house past 8PM again?âÂ
Riki chuckles, watching clouds slowly dim the moonâs glow in their path. âIf Iâm not fighting crime, Iâll show up at a momentâs notice.âÂ
Thereâs no way he means it, but you grin, feeling a lot of the pressure and stress of earlier slowly wash away. After all, nothing happened to youâSpider-Man made sure of it. Maybe things really were going to be okay.Â
âLetâs get you home, yeah? Donât you have stuff to do anyways?âÂ
You shrug, nothing really coming to mind. As you get up, you remember having to run a plagiarism check on your work, and how Riki told you to text him when you got home after your student government meeting.Â
Riki. Spark. Spider-Man.Â
âWait,â you tell Spider-Man, sitting back down on the cement, âI need to talk to you about something else, too.âÂ
âItâs not like my dinnerâs getting cold,â the superhero mumbles quiet enough that you canât hear.Â
âThereâs this guy,â you start, paying no mind to how dirty your clothes are getting when you cross your legs.Â
Spider-Man scoffs, looking off into the distance, and it makes you believe he has to be your age or older. âYou have a crush on him, or something?â And a whole tidal wave of deja vu hits you in the chest.Â
âHe must be badly hurtâ isnât just something people say. People donât just draw insanely detailed drawings of Sparkâs arm and machines without notes to follow unless they knew. People wouldn't just randomly miss school without any impending signs. Youâre sure of itâthe tired naps in class, the random drawings of superheroes and superhumans alike, or how awkward he could actâit all makes sense.
Your classmate, aka Nishimura Riki, aka the guy who youâve questioned if you had a crush on for the past few days, might be a villain.Â
The swirling feeling of trepidation in your stomach leaves three words running around your head.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
Although you tried so hard to stop thinking about it, Jakeâs comment from before rubbed you the wrong way. It was sometime last week where you couldn't get your mind off of the implications of his words, but that feeling was brushed underneath your responsibilities.Â
Until now.Â
âYeah, thereâs this guy,â you breathe, feeling your chest constrict, âNishimura Riki. I think heâs Spark.âÂ
His blood runs cold.Â
âYou think thisâŠwhy?âÂ
You take a deep breath, trying to organize all your thoughts. âWell, first, it was his friend, Jake. He said that Riki was badly hurt, and I was really confused at first, but tried to let it go.âÂ
Riki was going to strangle his best friend.Â
âAnd then, I was looking at him in class, right? And keep in mind, heâs pretty cute, and we sit next to each other, so I just noticed how good his hair looked that day, but his notebook was out, and I saw all these drawings of Spark. Like, the arms, the metal things, even the projectiles! Who would know the ins and outs of that thing if it wasnât Spark himself?â
He didnât know what to think about first; the fact that you gushed about him for the first time, or if he should even tell you that Spider-Man would know those things, too.Â
âAnd sometimes, I notice heâs a little awkward around me. I canât explain it. Itâs like heâs paying attention to me. That mustâve been why he captured me.â He wants to laugh at how damn close you are to figuring it out, but in reality, nothing is funny about the situation.Â
Nishimura Riki is actually listening to this, right now, as Spider-Manânot Spark. The awkwardness, though? It was his crush on you, and was not superhuman related in the slightest. Â
âI donât know,â he attempts to divert, pretending to focus, âI saw a badge for FLiGHT. You know the company thatâs been making time traveling machines? I saw a glimpse of his name and face. Itâs not that guy you mentioned.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow. âAnd you havenât gotten him caught?âÂ
âVillains arenât easy to find, yâknow. Itâs not like playground hide and seek,â Riki defends, crossing his arms.Â
You shrink in your spot, feeling sheepish for questioning a superhero so bluntly.Â
âPlus,â he continues, âSpark has never had a hostage. Wouldnât it be pretty mean of that friend of yours to kidnap a girl from his class?âÂ
âYeahâthat makes sense. Thank god,â you breathe, closing your eyes momentarily. âThen what do you suspect all that evidence leads to? Maybe heâs a secret agent?âÂ
âI think,â Riki continues to keep up his clueless facade, âYour friend might just be clumsy. Or creative. I mean, maybe he went through a break-up?â Nice one, Riki.Â
You shake your head. âNo, thereâs no way he has a girlfriend. Youâd think I like guys who are taken?â Scoffing lightly, you then remembered that Spider-Man really would have no idea who any of you are.Â
He shrugs and stands up stretching before motioning for you to follow him. âI have no idea what you high school kids do. Come on, letâs get you home.âÂ
As you hug him tight, the cold air whips around your body and leaves goosebumps in their wake. You barely open your eyes from the fear of seeing yourself inches from hitting a building or up in the air. Spider-Man only yells his confirmation after asking how to get you home, finally placing you on the ground outside of your large gate.Â
âThank you for saving me tonight.â
âAnytime. Figure things out with that friend of yours, and donât go out late, okay?â You nod and take his words to heart.Â
âGoodnight, Spiderman.âÂ
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Nishimura might die. One, because he has this horrible guilty feeling in his stomach, and two, because of a villain.Â
Yesterday, he ignored the salmon and rice bowl that waited for him back at home, choosing to follow the coordinates he saved on his phone after he took you home. It led him to a seemingly harmless auto-shop, with an arrow on his GPS pointing to a garage that was shut down completely with nails and blocked with boxes. The exterior pointed to it being abandoned, but Riki suddenly saw some light coming from a makeshift above.
The boy scaled the wall as quietly as possible, glancing into the source of the whirring. He caught small glimpses of somethingâmetal, glowing, blue.Â
Or at least, for a few seconds it was on until the power went out.Â
The voice that complained from inside the room sounded identical to the man Riki fought. Spark grumbled, turning on a flashlight and quickly waving it around. Riki ducked from the window and held his breath, waiting for the man to suspect something.Â
Nothing.Â
One lightbulb slowly flickered back on, and then the other dingy light followed. The space was cramped with the metal equipment in the middle, resembling what Riki had seen in the news.Â
He was rightâit was the same time travel portal that was ruined from a few months ago.Â
Spider-Man continued to observe the man as he worked and drilled, plugging certain wires or pausing momentarily to read from a journal. To anyone, itâd seem peaceful, like some sort of renovation project. But in reality, it was so much more than that.Â
Riki searched for any sort of information about the machine, trying to see what exactly was left to do until his gaze landed on something.Â
There was some sort of date on a bright pink sticky-note, and Rikiâs eyes widened when he finally comprehends it.Â
The machine was scheduled to be completed tomorrow.Â
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A street lamp next to Riki dies outâwhich was a clear sign that something was powering up. From the dark, he hears the metal from the same place as last night moving again, and he knows that Spark has left. His presence sends anyone down the street and immediately running, leaving the area for only them two.Â
Riki finally sees the completed metal build. Half of his body is wrapped in or replaced with metal parts as he sets down the metal portal, beginning to push it in the direction of the power plant.Â
A truck or car would make things much easier, but whatever.
Riki wants to cry from fear and run away. He wants to leave and pretend he never saw anything from last night.Â
Heâs going to die fighting Spark and he will quite literally a) never finish highschool and get that stupid diploma, b) finish explaining how Gatsby is not a good person and is naturally selfish, and c) heâs never going to tell you how heâs had a small crush on you ever since he saw your cute campaign video as to why you should vote y/n l/n for student body treasurer last spring.Â
âYou sure that thing works?â Riki asks, jumping into action as he sends webs to immobilize the machine.Â
âYouâre annoying, you know that?â Spark sends a projectile in the superheroâs direction, hitting the wall behind him instead as Riki jumps out of the way.
With another duck mid-air and the roof of a flying car dangerously close to his nose, Riki thanks the dance practice he does for his flexibility as he shoots another web and swings away.Â
Spark is uncontrollable by now, sucking the light from street lamps and fizzing wires in his wake. He has no idea how heâs supposed to get in contact with the villain like before. The body of his suit fizzes with bright electricity that sizzles and pops. It illuminates Sparkâs figure, making him easy to spot, but not so easy to defeat. Itâs an overload of power, causing the voltage to escape between the joints and gaps of the metal pieces in his suit. And Riki can feel it; the air is heightened and so are the stakes of this fightâand with how the man that stands in front of him looks upgraded and menacing, he knows only one person can make it out of this fight alive.Â
âYou injected the cityâs âGas and Electricâ into your system or what?â Riki calls out, making light of the situation. If heâs being honest with himself, heâs scared out of his wits seeing the six foot figure with blue and white shooting from every crack, looking like a nightmare to touch.
Riki avoids a few more angrily thrown objects, using the momentum of his jump from the side of the building to zip from the top of a yellow fire hydrant to go from one side of the street to the other. âYouâre slow!â He taunts, tucking in his legs to avoid a shot of electricity directed at him.Â
The screech of metal from the nearby hydrant can be heard as the top flings off, making Riki lose his anchor/ Before he can process it, instead of smoothly landing on the building, he crashes into it faster than expected, groaning when his back makes contact with the glass and he tumbles into the living room of someoneâs apartment.Â
âFuck,â he curses, fighting his aching limbs to get up once more.Â
And the solution hits him. Literally.Â
When he steps out and quickly attaches a web to the top of the building, heâs met on the way up with a splash of water from the hydrant to his face, and Riki splutters as he wipes his mask, regaining focus as he lands on the concrete and hides behind the ledge.Â
Water. If he can get it in contact with Spark and pour enough water on the right spot, the excess of electricity blazing from his mechanical body should work against him.Â
âToo scared? You should know better than to run away.â The superhero rolls his eyes, crawling away silently to avoid being seen by Spark. Riki does his best to look around for something, and finds a black flower pot in the corner, using a web to grab it before he scales the side of the building and runs away while Spark is distracted as the villain also climbs the wall to face him there. But when Spark climbs the ledge and scans the premise, Riki is nowhere to be seen.Â
Instead, Riki swings across the street and fills the pot with water, heaving the extra weight as he shouts out from the sudden pain in his side. He stumbles on the pavement, crying out from the injury as the pot falls with his whole plan.Â
Maybe this is where Spider-Man dies.Â
He sucks in a deep breath before rolling from his back onto his knees, ignoring the wound to pick up the flower pot. The hydrant still shoots out water, and the superhero rushes towards it, causing Spark to follow. He narrowly avoids another shot from behind him, reaching the yellow hydrant before dropping the pot on the ground. Spark is thÂ
While Spark has always been intelligent, Riki could tell that the man didnât fear the water, believing heâd be invincible to the elements now that his suit was perfected. There was something off, Riki could tell, and he would make sure to use it to his advantage. Spark was uncontrolled, and his powers drastically decreased the more he used them. Thereâs no way his body isnât in overdrive with how recklessly heâs been letting himself get hurt.Â
Riki uses a web to get himself on higher ground instead of fighting, waiting for the supervillain to follow. If he could get Spark off the edge and fall into the growing puddle of water, it should slow him down.Â
Spark scoffs. âRun away, then. Like you always have.â Riki hears the wall crumbling under the villain as he climbs within seconds, immediately preparing to fight when he makes it onto the rooftop. But Spider-Man was also prepared, jumping from his crouched hiding position and attempting to catch Spark off guard.Â
All he can focus on now is pushing him off. Thereâs no way itâd be easy, considering he had to focus on his touching any of the electricity off of his suit. Riki delivers a kick to Spark in the ribcage near his heart, where heâs fused metal into flesh. The villain coughs before taking a step back, his metal arm reaching for Rikiâs outstretched leg. He grabs it, twisting with anger before the boy meets the ground in a violent throw. Not only is the slam greater because of the enhanced strength, but the power seeps into Rikiâs skin, leaving it hot from the energy radiating off of his palm.Â
The boy groans, flipping to his side to avoid a fatal hit to the chest. He reaches for Sparkâs normal arm, swinging the villainâs body away with as force as he could to create distance between them.Â
Riki has been in enough fights to simply know when to run, even if he doesnât know whatâs coming. He could feel the tingle of the charge as it powered up, and with its energy so unrestrained and its user so unstable, the large attempt to hit Riki sends the villain stumbling back from the force. The more Spark uses his powers, the more likely heâs going to end up dead.Â
âYour skin can handle that anymore!â he shouts, getting ready to swing himself closer as a plan manifests itself in his head. âYouâll die like this!âÂ
Spark seems to know that too as he wipes his mouth and recovers from Rikiâs attacks.Â
âYou think I care?â He shouts, desperately pressing his wounds to stop the bleeding. âYou think I have anything else for myself?â The vulnerability of his character shines through as he clutches his bleeding wound without regenerative powers to help. âYou think I didnât know that when I did it to myself--what they did to me?âÂ
Riki doesnât respond, grimacing as he continues hand-to-hand combat. Although he takes a solid punch to his jaw thatâs forming a deep purple bruise, he manages to trip Spark onto the ground.
The man stumbles back from the head injury, the pounding from earlier not letting him to think straight. Riki doesnât try to injure him anymore, but he instead blocks an incoming punch and tries to force Spark towards the edge.Â
The villain barely notices how much space there is left, and the boy lunges with full force. They tackle each other into the ground, and Riki gets off after apprehending him once more.Â
The city's a mess, and Spider-Manâs eyes want to shut down so badly, but he takes a few steps in Sparkâs direction, pushing him off the side of the building as quickly as he can. Riki hears the thud before he peeks over the edge, seeing the water erode all of the engineering from the machinery. He slowly descends from the rooftop.Â
âYou were in the accident, huh?â Riki shouts on top of the plethora of sounds. Pain, buzzing electricity, splashes of water as he lands next to Spark; it all echoes in his ears as he pours the water from the pot on Sparkâs body. âWhy did you try it? Why did you want to go back so bad?â
âIf I could go back,â Spark coughs, trying to get away from the large pool of water, âI couldâve prevented the accident from taking the lives of the people around me. I couldâve saved them.âÂ
Spider-Man understands loss, and he understands the regret that comes with failure. He understands how the man in front of him feels after having everything taken away from him, but his emotions could never justify his actions.Â
âYou know you canât change things,â Riki responds, âYou tried your best, Spark.â Itâs the last thing Riki tells the villain before his body slumps and police sirens grow louder and louder. Itâs the last thing that he continues to think about, even if the medic quickly assesses the severity of his wounds.Â
âIâm fine- really,â he pushes away the hands of a concerned woman as she holds a roll of bandages. âThereâs something else I need to do.âÂ
Riki knew he had to tell you about thisâhe couldnât just let you confide in him about..well, him, without your knowledge. And Riki wasnât morally perfect, but he knew an explanation would be the only way to fix things.
Your house looks different when jumping over the fence instead of standing in front of it. When he realizes he has no idea what room belongs to you, he racks his brain, suddenly remembering how yours was the only one with a gray balcony over the pool. And so he climbs, slipping from the exhaustion creeping into his body.Â
Youâll understand after he explains everything, right?Â
â____, a little help?â And what the fuck is Nishmura Riki doing outside of your door? You go to investigate the muffled sound, inching towards the curtains and pulling them back to expect him there. When you hear a half yelp and a hissing sound that follows right after, without a person anywhere in sight, your heart drops to its stomach.Â
Do not say itâs true.Â
âRiki, where the fuck are you?â you ask, traversing out when you donât see him anywhere across the glass.Â
âDown here.â You run in the direction of the voice, and your eyes grow comically large and you gasp, staring down at the sight before you.Â
âHoly shit.âÂ
There Nishimura Riki is, with his mask half burned off his face and his blonde and black hair messy and matted to his forehead with sweat. The suit is ripped in multiple locations with gashes and purple replacing the healthy skin underneath. His face is in more of a grimace, as he holds onto the web with both hands and one foot planted on the stone of your balconyâread; the bottom of your balcony.Â
âA little help?â And you see his sheepish emotion through the tattered fabric, embarrassed after you had to find him in such a compromising situation. âIâm a little worn out and I think my webs are getting weaker.â
Youâre a little frustrated with him for being out so publicly, but more scared and worried for his condition. Your gaze narrows on the mask, tattered and covered with scratches, but clearly visible. It was Spider-Manâs mask. The material gives way to a familiar face, and your mind almost blocks you from putting the pieces together. Itâs impossible, almost horrifying to think of the implications of what it means to wear the blue and red suit.Â
Instead of being the villain, Riki is, in fact, the savior.
The harsh truth is that your classmate, who you spent the last month working on a project with and suspected was a villain, is the same superhero that went out and risked his life every night fighting crime. Itâs jarring to see him like this, breathing heavy and straining against the stone of the balcony, and his cough snaps you out of it. âWhat the fuck do I do?âÂ
Riki tries to put his hand up in surrender and shuts his eyes at your harsh tone. âOkay, okay, I get-â and he cuts himself off with a yelp as his footing slips.Â
He holds out his hand, and you immediately bend over the smooth railing to grab it, leaning back on the heels of your feet to help him up the most that you can. Youâre filled with confusion when the boy hobbles over the cool surface of the balcony and lets his head rest on the stone, not saying much as he catches his breath. You watch the rise and fall of his chest and how his right arm goes to nurse the left side of his ribcage, wincing and sucking in a pained breath as he assesses the smear of red on his fingers.Â
Sitting there with your mouth agape, youâre not really sure what to think about first; to check if RIkiâs alright, to think about how your cityâs greatest superhero is your English project partner, to yell at him for going to your house instead of his house to fix himself up, or to think about how good his side profile looks in the moonlight. Maybe you shouldâve just been relieved that the boy you started to like wasnât a fear-inducing villain.
âOkay, first of all, we need to have a huge talk. But Iâm not a medic Riki- Iâm going into accounting for fuckâs sake.â He hears the amount of curses flying from your lips as you ramble, and sees how stressed you look watching him sit against your railing.Â
âI donât know how to help you. And also,â you lower your voice and scoot closer, looking around at the large property to really make sure no oneâs listening. âyouâre Spider-Man?âÂ
The information all hitting you at once is worse than when your history teacher told you your essay was horrible. At least then, in her office, you could process everything. But here? Youâre about to faint.Â
âIâm pretty cool, huh?â And of course Nishimura Riki says such a thing, taking deep breaths as he shallowly presses on the blossoming bruises on his skin and wipes the sweat from his brow.Â
âPretty fucking stupid is what it is, Riki.â You cross your arms and try to take a look at where heâs been hurt, hoping that at least he has some sort of regeneration ability that helps him heal much quickerâbecause thereâs no way he could deal with all of this on top of school.Â
âI have my reasons,â he says, his voice quiet.Â
You pause. âFor being Spider-Man?âÂ
âNo,â he shakes his head. âFor coming here.â
âWhat could possibly make you want to come over to my house instead of the nearest hospital? Whatâs that important to you?â
âI really want to ask you to prom.âÂ
You simply stare at him, surprised.Â
âYou came to my house, even though youâre like, a punch away from passing out, to ask me out? And you couldnât have, I donât know, asked me anytime during the classes we have together?â
Riki somehow finds it in himself to frown and shrink from your angry piercing gaze. âI canât because talking to you makes me nervousâso yeah, Iâm sorry Iâm half conscious on your balcony in my suit instead of at your door with a poster.âÂ
Youâre conflicted, your mind still reeling from the recent discovery and your flood of emotions. Ever since you questioned his identity on top of your feelings for him, you had a hard time really knowing if you could like Riki if he turned out to be a villain, so to know that he proved both of your theories wrong leaves you quiet as you think. If possible, the color in the boyâs face drains even more when you go back inside, but the door stays open, and he thinks he hasnât ruined things after all. You emerge with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, a bowl of warm water, and a pristine white towel.Â
âIâm not mad about that, you idiot,â you reprimand him, setting everything down as you examine the cuts on his face. You squeeze the towel and start to dab at his skin, avoiding the cuts as you clean it. âWho does this for you if not me?âÂ
âJake.âÂ
âSeems like a pretty good friend.â Riki nods in response.Â
 âIâm sorry,â he sighs, sitting up to properly address you, even if you werenât able to meet his gaze.Â
âFor what?â
âFor putting this on youâall of it. Not just the whole Spider-Man thing.â He knew heâd have to tell you at some point, or else itâd eat him up inside to know he kept all of it from you.Â
âLook at you, saving me mid-air and talking to me as if you didnât know who I was.â
You notice a flash of regret through his wince as you clean up a cut with antiseptic. âI meant it when I told you I knew what it was like to have a lot of pressure.â
âGuess I wasnât so far off, then. If we never talked, would you have told me?â Riki shakes his head, and the simple motion leaves you somehow disappointed.Â
âHow do you ever tell anyone youâreâŠyâknow, Spider-Man?â Even if itâs a hypothetical, you shrug, not being able to answer.
âHowâd Jake find out?âÂ
Riki chuckles and hisses at the same time before trying to remember. âI think I just kicked his window in after a nasty poison got hold of me. He was a little too excited to have Spider-Man on his bedroom floor, and less excited to know it was me. Iâm not really supposed to tell anyone, though.â
âThen whyâd you tell me? You couldâve just gone back to your friends.âÂ
âI felt guiltyâI know, I know, it sounds stupid. Iâd definitely get my identity revealed at this rate.â You shake your head.Â
âNot stupid. Keep going.âÂ
âI didnât care that you suspected me, or if anyone else did, because I knew it was never true. But I felt so bad knowing you were sharing to me how you felt without even knowing it was me who was listeningâlike I was holding something from you.âÂ
You admire his honesty, and when you look at his furrowed brows and his lip that heâs been gnawing from worry, you canât even imagine what heâs had to hide and do for this. In a way, you look up to him more, for trying his best even if heâs gotten all odds stacked against him. Rikiâs commendable in your eyesâhe always had been, ever since you woke him up in class.Â
âI like those things about you, Riki. That youâre honest with yourself and the people around you as much as you can be, and you try to help others when you can. Iâm glad we got to know each other more this past month.â Talking to him feels different than talking to Spider-Man from a few days ago; it feels raw, like youâre not just confessing something to a brick wall anymore. If none of this ever happened, you doubt youâd get the chance to tell Riki any of this properly.Â
The boy stays silent, taking deep breaths while processing what youâve told him. âIâm glad I could help you out.âÂ
You furrow your eyebrows. âI hope you know I donât like you because you help me out. I like you because youâre attractive, and because youâre genuine,â you blurt.Â
Riki laughs despite his ribcage hurting everytime he does so. Riki nods and mumbles a âthank you,â also glad to truly get to know you. While his crush was more of an infatuation with your hard work and amiability, the past few weeks really opened his eyes to who you were. You never wanted to disappoint, and even if your recklessness left you in some dire situations, Riki could see how much effort you really put into things.Â
There wasnât anything else he needed to tell youâyou were smart enough to see how much he cared about you.   Â
Youâre so close, your lips glossy with lip balm as you watch him carefully. You hear and see it all; the heavy, labored breathing from his body healing itself rapidly, and the way his hand is full of rough cuts and calluses as his fingers intertwine with yours. But your eyes catch a glimpse of his mask tossed to the side, the blue shining in the corner of your eyes as youâre reminded of who he is right now, and what role you play. You are still ____ ____, but heâs a superhero.
It makes you momentarily forget whose suit you're peeling away, whose skin you're cleaning. It reminds you that heâs just the boy in your English class that you fell for. âWhat does that make us?â
âProm-goers,â he answers with a slight nod.Â
You smile, wiping a cut before placing the towel back into the bowl for the last time and getting up. âWe can be prom-goers, yeah.âÂ
Youâre not sure if youâre ready for anything, and youâre thankful that he understands that, too. As much as it warmed your heart to see him again and hear his confessions, the blaring truth still hangs over your head. You grab his mask, finally looking at him before handing it back and grabbing your things. His secret identity wasnât something you could just ignore.Â
âGo home, Spider-Man,â you turn your back on him, and time slows when you falter before sparing him one more look. âI want you as Riki, not like this.âÂ
MAYBE NISHIMURA RIKI DOESN'T NEED TO DIEâOR ALMOST DIEâANYMORE.Â
He went home that night with his scars somewhat cleaned and his bruises miraculous healing on their own, and even if slipping through the window left him clutching his side in pain, Riki silently jumped up to celebrate his multiple victories before slipping out of his suit and finally getting some rest.Â
Rikiâs scared of how heâs affected your relationship. Heâs worried youâll avoid him in the halls, and heâs worried youâd never want to see him again after putting you through all of it. As much as he'd understand how upset you'd be towards him, he hopes he did the right thing by telling you.
But you see him on your way to English, and you call his name. His eyes search for yours in the crowds, and you two see each other before you crush him in a hug.Â
Riki isnât sure how to feel at first, but eventually wraps his arms around you as relief settles in his stomach.Â
âThank you for saving me, Spider-Man,â you whisper, loud enough for only him to hear.Â
He smiles at you, ruffling your hair as you go to English together. âAnytime, ____.âÂ
NEVERMIND, NISHIMURA RIKI MIGHT DIE WHEN HE SEES YOU IN YOUR RED PROM DRESS.
But first, he has to try something out.Â
He curses to himself when silently zipping from a tree outside your family property to the top of your house, staring past the ledge two and luxurious stories to your well decorated porch light and door. He just prays that Google Maps is right about how secluded the area is, so no one can see him pacing around your rooftop, with flowers elegantly wrapped in his hand (courtesy of your motherâs sleek envelope from a few days ago).Â
âFuck it,â he says to himself, shooting a web and dangling himself down. Rikiâs upside down figure watches swirled window frames and meticulously designed accents as he descends, and he wonders what kind of shady business your parents couldâve done to afford something so grand.Â
He faces your doorâhanging down instead of rightside up, but heâs still here on time like he promised.Â
The door opens at 6:00PM like he instructed you to, but what he didnât tell you what to do was shriek and slam the door. On his nose. With a loud yelp, Riki clutches his nose, rubbing the spot you hit and trying to apply pressure to alleviate the pain.Â
When the door slowly creaks open again, you face with the image of Nishimura Riki, aka your boyfriend, aka your English partner, aka Spider-Man, curled upside down in the fetal position as he cradles the sore spot on his face and swings slightly from the breeze.Â
âYou scared me, dumbass! How was I supposed to know it was you? It was so hard to see!âÂ
Although muffled, Rikiâs able to mumble, âYou have a porch light for this reason, _____,â and a jab at his stomach from you follows his sarcastic remark. Finally, his nose feels better, and he straightens out to finally look at you.Â
Pretty, pretty, pretty, and the boy wonders how you look even more stunning with a glittering red dress and perfectly done make-up. âI like the red,â he says, trying not to freak out over your beauty. âReminds me of a certain neighborhood superhero.âÂ
âI have some blue spider earrings to match.â With a beautiful smile, you turn to show him the little accent, and it melts his heart. âAre you okay, though?â
âIâm fine. I shouldâve probably put more thought into that.âÂ
You snicker, sliding into your heels and closing the door behind you.Â
âOne of us is better at romantic gestures, it seems.â It warrants a scoff, and Riki brings a gloved hand to poke at your forehead teasingly.
âLet me have a do-over, then?â And the way your lips curl up into a bright smile leaves him quiet and in awe.Â
âWhat, were you going to kiss me? Very original, Spider-Man.â With the way the fabric shifts over his features, you can tell heâs pouting.Â
âI thought girls liked this.âÂ
You shrug, pretending you arenât swept off his feet by the effort heâs put in. Taking a step in his direction, your hands reach up to gently pull the mask over his chin, ears, and then his nose.Â
Whispering quietly, you ask, âYouâve kissed other girls upside down?âÂ
Rikiâs quick to shake his head. âYouâre the only girl Iâd withstand a head rush for.â And god, you just canât stop yourself from grinning at his sweet, genuine words.
You lean in, placing a small kiss on his nose as a silent apology. Then, you close your eyes and lean into him once more, feeling his hands carefully holding the side of your head and his lips on yours. Your kiss with Riki is saccharine and slow, making you pull away when the urge to beam at him is too much. Your cheeks definitely hurt by how romantic heâs being, and you canât resist kissing him once more.
âIâm not gonna lie,â he starts, finally letting himself down, âIt feels weird.âÂ
âYou ruined the moment.â And he really didnât, but you enjoy his subtle reactions to your light digs at him.Â
âWhatever.â Riki laughs. âStay here, Iâll be right back.âÂ
You nod, sitting down on the porch and dragging a manicured nail over your lips with the ghost of his affections, thinking about how you literally just kissed Spider-Man.Â
Riki comes back, dusting off his suit and smoothing out the wrinkles, with a large bouquet of red roses and one blue one snuck in there. Your lips stretch into a grin and you accept the bouquet, keeping a mental note to read the card in there.
âYou never cease to amaze me, Riki.â Itâs the last thing you mutter to the air before you loop your arms around his neck, urging him to lean down as you kiss him once moreâthis time rightside up, but still as sickly saccharine as the one before it. Your heart is fuzzy with fondness and your eyes glitter with adoration.Â
âSo, which kiss was better?â he asks when you pull away, a little breathless and dizzy.
You swat his arm and walk past the gates, seeing the sleek limo waiting by the curb. âI donât know, Spider-Man. Maybe show up in your suit and weâll try it again.âÂ
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dating him | hwang hyunjin
â iâve never seen anything quite like you, my love â
chan | lee know | changbin | HYUNJIN | han | felix | seungmin | jeongin
hopeless romantic hwang hyunjin
love is beautiful and brilliant hwang hyunjin
yall cannot convince me that he isnât the BIGGEST lover
romance is in his blood
he is so fascinated by it
so, for that reason, i feel like dating him would be like the love you read about or watch in movies
bc hyunjin would b the type to consume so much of romantic media
itâs where he learned everything from
wow what a dream
he strikes me as the type to fall in love with every little thing too
his eyes is just a lens of romance
and itâs set on YOU
every single love language he has it .. but here are some specifics
love language #1 gift giving
hyunjin is a traveler okay
and in every trip, he always has something to give you
keychains, t-shirts, bags, jewelry, stickers, refrigerator magnets, pins, you name it
even u have to remind him not to go all out sometimes
bc when that boy splurges, he SPENDS
esp for u ? he would spoil u in a heartbeat
he always makes sure he leaves a day of his travels dedicated to u and thinking about u
on that note, he tends to buy u guys matching items
matching phone cases, matching rings, matching scrunchie
whatever u can get thatâs matching
he WILL get it
it excites him too
he loves being able to tell the world how in love he is
wait side note
whenever heâs traveling, heâs always just instinctively thinking about you
he buys this bagel for breakfast, oh ???? like hey guys yn loves bagels too
and the boys r like WE KNOWWWW đ
everything is about u quite literally
ok continuing on
and he gifts u his art too
his art is very important to him
and he has found lately, u are the one person littering his sketch books
oh heâs down bad
i think for ur anniversary, heâd paint the constellations of how the stars looked that night and aligned perfectly
or his favorite picture of you
down bad that he also buys u a shit ton of dresses
and lingerie âŠâŠâŠâŠ.
look he knows his fashion
he knows what looks great
u canât blame him for buying what he knows will look so pretty on you
(heâd probably give u his card one time and say âgo crazyâ like wow heâs packed)
#2 quality time
i think his favorite dates would also be expensive
he just canât help himself
BUT u know he has a sweet spot for self care dates too
spa days are very important to him
loves being able to relax and unwind with u
he especially loves when u play with his hair and when u paint his nails
one time, u caught him stealing one of your nail polishes
would also be the type to bring some bit of you in his travels
like ur perfume or ur shampoo
anything thatâll remind him of u
tho ur scent is his favorite
hence why he goes for perfumes or soap or shampoos bc u feel closer to him this way
he just loves being with u even if both of u are doing nothing
just like that bruno major song
conversations where u lose track of time
conversations as in talking shit about the people you hate together
đđđđ
i think heâd want to paint with u
heâd be so shy to ask you too
just simple things
that cute date idea where you swap paintings every 5 mins or something
when u showed him that tiktok, he jumped in excitement
he wanted to do it right away
he prepares everything
he has both ur paintings framed in his room
itâs his most prized posession
oh, and he always invites u to game nights with the boys
he is SO competitive at monopoly
he couldnât give two shits about other games
u donât know why he gets so worked up with monopoly
âSEUNGMIN DONT DO IT SEUNGMIN!!!!â
itâs actually rly funny
he would be the type to take revenge
âyouâre gonna regret buying a house thereâ
would cheer if his friends go to jail in the game or if they go bankrupt
doesnât even try to hide it
and if heâs playing as the banker, heâd slip in extra bills for you
#3 words of affirmation
tho usually said when he thinks uâre asleep
heâs thankful that u take care of him when he forgets to
esp when heâs so immersed in his art
he whispers words of love
like poets and authors in books
he is just so full of love i canât say it enough
physical touch except instead of touch, he loves kissing you
LIPS AND NECK ESPECIALLY
those are his top 2
he uses tongue đ sorry to break it to u
and he also leaves hickeys
so donât run out of concealer okay!!!!!!! bc he tends to leave like a lot
before i end
here r some more dates he loves
botanical gardens
heâd pick a flower and place it behind your ear
now itâs his lockscreen
sunday markets
he loves the domesticity of shopping together
he buys u lots of flowers
every single type
u think heâs given u all types already
there is never a day where ur apartment doesnât have flowers in a vase
bc as soon as the first sign of death arrives, heâs off to buy u new ones
he strikes me as the type to also go all out for valentines
hyunjin would send u mounts of chocolates and flowers
take u out to the fanciest date
u get to try new food and cuisines bc of him!
might even buy plane tickets so u two could travel together
maaaaaaaan just treasure everything
a love like hyunjinâs is hard to come by
note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me iâm crazy
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jealous sex with jungwon đđŒ
monopolizing ( yang jungwon ) 18+
⧠pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader â warnings: unprotected sex (don't do that), rough sex. spanking, slight degradation, size kink i mean look at his broad shoulders pls, jungwon's kinda mean in this đ but you love it, thighriding, he takes one video (consented), reader gets fucked dumb (?), mention of heeseung lol.
a/n: kind of short but i changed the req up with a little plot so i hope this meets ur expectations anon <3 reqs r open for short drabbles and fics don't be shy !! đ«¶
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jungwon's really good at doing his part as a loving and attentive boyfriend that goes by your demands. but it's different when it's in bed.. and you guys are aware the members have heard you guys before. they just love to tease the fuck out of jungwon.
he's watching you on the other side of the room, sitting on the floor playing a card game with heeseung, laughing at whatever he was saying, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. jungwon blinks at your pretty face bursting into laughter. he can't help but wish you gave him attention instead, i mean he could also play a card game with you :(
"yo jungwon! you haven't look away from y/n once since she started playing card games with heeseung!" jake points out, clearly seeing jealously seep out of jungwon's face. jungwon clenches his teeth watching you playfully swat heeseung's shoulder after you lose a card game. the no response from jungwon shows it all. "don't tell me he's jealousâ!" sunghoon jokes, eyes staring the same direction jungwon's are.
"w-what?! no i'm notâ!" jungwon sputters in response, "you're so bad at lying." jay tsks as he passes by the kitchen, grabbing a plate and leaving. jungwon tries distracting himself from continuing to look at you and heeseung, opening random kitchen cabinet doors until he hears your cheerful voice.
"hi wonnie." you mumble, arms wrapping from behind him and nuzzling your face against his neck. jungwon feels his cheeks heat up at your affection infront of all of his fellow bandmates.
"hi baby." he responds turning around and placing a quick peck on your lips, hands placed on both side of your hips.
"look at wonnie all shy and everything!" jake mocks, causing you to let out a scoff and throw a middle finger at him while still embraced in jungwon's arms. "get a room you freaks!" sunghoon adds on, a look of disgust plastered on his face jokingly.
you smirk, moving your hands to grabbing at jungwon's biceps. once again so grateful that the boys have been dragging him out to the gym. "oh we definitely will, trust. matter of fact, right nowâ!" you exclaim, dragging jungwon's taller frame behind you as you find the door to his room. everybody else in the house making sure to turn up the volume of the tv and blast music.
"is this because she was playing apples to apples with me was itâ?" heeseung asks, frowning at the pile of cards with the unfinished game the two of you were playing. "no shit sherlock."
closing the door behind you, a mischievous smile glints on your face, hands roaming around jungwon's chest. "jealousy is such a sexy look on your face." your lips quirking into a smile, staring at your boyfriend as you await a response. jungwon letâs out a low growl, realizing that you made him jealous on purpose. bending you over the dresser by his door, a loud smack! landed on your clothed ass. you already feel wetness seeping out of your cunt at the contact, squealing and pushing back.
"such a naughty girl. you enjoy doing this to me huh?" both hands pulling down your shorts, hissing at the sight of your pink lacy thong. pulling the elastic away and letting it slap against your skin causing you to yelp at the contact. "mmh please won'â! iâve been bad, i'm sorry!"
"don't think you can get away with this so easily baby. you think heeseung can fuck you the way i do?" he responds with his hands roaming all over your body, slowly removing every article of clothing left on you except for your cute pink panties.
jungwon had no remorse in teasing you, finding it amusing at how quick you can turn into putty with him barely doing anything to you.
your now naked body trembling at jungwon's teasing touches, eager to feel more. "what happens to good girls when they decide they want to be bad huh?" he chuckled at the wetness pooling down your inner thighs with your body still bent over the dresser. "they get punished." you whine, attempting to free yourself from jungwon's tight pinning. he lets out a sound of approval, loosening his grip on your hips, ridding himself off of all his clothes but leaving his boxers on. moving to sit himself against the headboard and patting on his his thighs. "ride my thigh."
scrambling to crawl on the bed. you look up to see your boyfriend immersed at your eagerness. all you could do at that moment was stare dumbly at jungwon. "iâ don't know if i can do it wonnie." you frown, your gaze pleading for jungwon to manhandle you and fuck you senseless. "you wanted to play games with me infront of everybody, don't be so shy now pretty."
your thighs on both sides of his, in nothing but your pink lacy panties. you're admiring the sight infront you, a very evident bulge in jungwon's boxers. crossing both of his arms behind his head. "what's the hold up now baby?" he teases, seeing how your hands were on both sides of your panties to pull it down. pulling your laced panties down just enough, jungwon groaned at the sight seeing it stick to your needy cunt, a string of arousal following the removal. "won' please, i need you in me so bad."
"i'll give you what you want after you ride my thigh hm?" jungwon negotiates, fighting the urge to just pull his boxers down and make you bounce on his dick until you forgot your own name. your head nods rapidly, pulling your panties down to your ankles and kicking it off to somewhere in the room. quickly placing yourself between one of jungwon's muscled thighs. seating your heat against it, rubbing slowly, the immediate friction on your clit making you let out a silent scream.
finding your own pace as you ride jungwon's thigh, feeling the ridge of his muscles as you dragged your needy cunt against it, your small whimpers and moans filling the room, becoming music to jungwon's ears. a satisfied smile wreathed his lips when he sees your eyes on him as you fell apart on his thigh, as he's flexing it occasionally to add on more intensity to your clit.
you could feel your orgasm approaching as your hole clenched around nothing. hands pawing at your boyfriend's shoulders. "wonnie please i need to cum! i'm sorry i teased youâpleaseâ!" amusement painted all over jungwon's face seeing how you were so submissive and crumbling at him doing nothing but having you ride his thigh.
"show me pretty girl. cum all over my thigh." the wetness of your arousal coating your boyfriend's thighs, granting your request. your hands tighten the grip on jungwon's shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the knot loosens in your stomach. jungwon's hands move to hold your hips, helping you slow down your movements.
"shit, you are so fucking sexy baby." and he's almost in pain at how long his boner has been held up in his boxers. you now being on your back, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as jungwon grinds his clothed bulge over your exposed needy cunt. you to sit up, attempting reaching your hand to your boyfriend's boxers, failing miserably as jungwon holds both your thighs back, nearly folding you in half, the sight of your glistening heat practically inviting him in.
moving to push your thighs back with one of his hands, jungwon reaches to the nightstand beside his bed, grabbing his phone that was on top of it, opening the camera app before placing it near him on the mattress. "fuck baby, please. i need to record your pretty face taking my cock." he groans, seeing the mess of the wetness that surrounded your cunt.
"yes jungwon! please wanna feel you stretch me outâ!" you whine, your own hands replacing jungwon's hand that was pushing your thighs back, exposing yourself bare beneath him. "fuckkkkk." jungwon hisses as he frees himself from his tight boxers, stroking himself slowly and finding eye contact with you. your big doe eyes begging for jungwon to fill you up. he obliges, pushing his thick mushroom tip in, causing you to let out a loud gasp, then bottoming out.
your hands hold your thighs tightly as jungwon stays still for a bit, allowing you to adjust to his size. "m' so full wonnie." you sigh, bucking your hips up with small movements indicating that it was okay for him to move. jungwon pulls out until only his tip is inside you and plunges into you deeply, making you feel every ridge and vein. you let out a string of moans in response, your warm velvety walls pulling jungwon in and tightening around his length. grunting in response as he scrambles to grab his phone. "keep your legs like that, show the camera how well you take my cock in that tight pussy."
you let a moan of jungwon's name when you see the flash of the camera on, the hand that wasn't recording to grab at one your tits. "so big jungwonâ!" your words slur as he sets a relentless pace, the camera capturing the sight of his dick disappearing deep into your cunt, the wet sounds and squelches filling the room. your hands find purchase in holding jungwon's big shoulders, admiring the way the muscles on his arms flexed along with the thrusts he gave you.
"thaaat's it, show the camera who make you feel good." giving you a few more harsh strokes before stopping the video and tossing his phone to the side. jungwon curses at the sight of how easily your cunt sucks in his thick length. "so fucking tight baby, shitâ! your pussy feels so good!" jungwon groaning as he feels your walls flutter around him. "so so good jungwon! more more more!" you babble, pleasure stinging in every part of your body. and jungwon was pretty much already giving you every you could'vr asked for in bed.
"you close baby?" jungwon asks, speeding his pace to an even more impossible level, hands moving your thighs over his shoulder, the angle making him hit even deeper, a small bulge displaying thru your stomach, making you press against the bulge. "i amâ! please fill me wonnie. wanna be full of your cum mmhâ!"
"shit cum around me like the good girl you are." jungwon didn't need to even ask twice as you throw your head back against the soft pillows on his bed, walls spasming around his cock as you let loose on your climax, jungwon following quickly after, making sure to milk every drop of his cum into you.
"i probably can't walk properly after this!" you exclaimed as jungwon came back into the room from the bathroom with a warm towel, wiping your now sensitive, spent heat. he laughs in response, "you were so fucking hot in the video, jesus." looking over the video that was recorded on his phone briefly.
"glad i could be of service." you sarcastically salute, eyes half lidded once cleaned up and with one of jungwon's t-shirts over your body. "sorry went a little too hard baby." jungwon kissing the exposed part of your shoulder blade, making you forget about the unfinished card game with heeseung outside, keeping you all to himself. àš à§
#lee writes ! â§âË àš à§ Ëâ#jungwon smut#jungwon x reader#enhypen smut#yang jungwon smut#jungwon imagines#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts
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IM SO HAPPY UR INTO HYBRIDS OMFGGWHSI
gawd ok it's cliche but idc, bunny!reader and fox!sunoo, horny x horny lmao
going at it for hours on the regular all while being loud asf and not giving a shit abt anything, sooo many quickies and heats go even crazier dare i say it'd make satan blush, a match made in hell for others lmao.
hii baby! dont even know if youre into it still because i made you wait too much for it and for that i apologize đą but nonetheless i LOVE rambling about hybrids so here goes nothing.. Also this is very long for no reason
cw: female reader, fox!sunoo, bunny!reader, dom!sunoo, sub!reader, primal play, kinda perv!sunoo (gasp), biting kink, degradation, dacryphillia, dumbification, breeding kink, name calling (bunny, bitch, etc), spit play? (sunoo licks her lmao), sunoo is a sly fox đ§ also he says "bunny" a lot.
your parents, since you were little, warned about the precautions needed to take as a prey. and as a family of rabbit hybrids, you were, of course, a bunny with big, fuzzy ears on top of your head and a toothy, cute, happy smile.
you always thought this judgement your parents and all the older rabbits had towards predators was stupid. "don't go near wolves", "don't talk to lions", "bears can smell you from miles away", "never trust foxes". this is modern times, we are not savages anymore! oh, if you had just listened to their advice.
"you can't imagine how long i've been dreaming about this." said sunoo, the gentle fox hybrid that every day ordered a drink at the coffee shop you worked, now, not as gentle, as he pushes your head on the mattress and thrusts mercilessly into your pussy from behind. you'd never have imagined that the date and the shy kiss you shared at the end of your work hours would end this way.
"bunny... my bunny," he said, voice intoxicated with desire, and slowed down his movements, lowered himself to rest his bare chest against your back and slowly dragged his nose from your cheek to your neck, sniffing in your scent gland, absorbing it like a hungry man. "oh, god, your scent..." another big sniff, "always drove me crazy, bunny. did you know that?"
with your face on the mattress, you could only whine and wiggle your fluffy tail, voice muffled by the pillow, falling into the pleasure of his cock making you feel so full. sunoo laughed, his movements now at a quicker pace.
"you're so fucking innocent, baby," another laugh, his breath unsteady, going deep at you, hips doing wonders to reach your most sensitive spots. "you really thought i was just a nice guy, huh? coming everyday at your job, sitting at that table in the back... such a nice costumer, big tips too." you could hear the smirk in his voice, condescending tone, his sharp nails drawing circles on your back, gracious movements contrasting with the mess he's making of you. "the truth is, i could barely contain myself in that small cafe, bunny." his scratches would for sure be visible the next day. "so ready to please and so naive. bet you didn't even notice the way my hands would always find yours, the way i watched your movements... or did you?" you whined as he talked. "remember when i offered a bite of that brownie to you? and you sucked on the plastic spoon like a bitch in heat, hungry eyes on mine and shit?"
no verbal response from you but a clench, embarrassed to be caught red-handed. such unwise actions, bunny. a rabbit flirting with a fox? really? and you still had the audacity to think you were in control.
"fucking answer me, bitch." sunoo yanked you by your furry ears, hard enough to lift your body off the mattress, placing your back against his chest again, making you moan loudly. his movements getting faster, skin on skin noises mixing with the red-haired boy's animalistic grunts and your cries.
"s-sun, slow d-down, ple-"
"oh, bunny," he laughs. "you want me to slow down? hm?~" hand still with a firm grip on your ears, causing you to bend your neck in an almost uncomfortable position, if it wasn't for the pleasure washing over all your other emotions. "p-poor bunny, can't handle big dick? this is what you're made for, can't you even do that?" and there you were, crying, overwhelmed by the degradation and how it made your insides even more wet.
"oh, god," his hips hitting even faster now, you could feel him losing all his control. "god, f-fuck- bunny, don't do this to me~" he said, releasing your ears to grip your hips, you could only cry. turning your head sideways, you meet his foxy eyes and vertical pupils now blown out in complete insanity, seeing you cry, your most prey-like state, ears down in submission and everything, it made the predator in him fucking crazy. "bunny- b-bunny, my bunny-" he started licking your tears away, chanting your name like in a trance. "b-bunny, i'll make you m-mine, 'mmkay? will y-you let me?" he kissed your neck, stopping to paint your skin with hickeys then and there. "s-stuff you full of me, baby, knock you up real good, hm?~" his voice was whiny and loud as he bit you, sharp fangs poking at your neck, and another bite, and another, almost like trying to literally eat you alive.
"nnngh- oh, s-sunoo, s'deep, f-full." you mutter, no thoughts behind your eyes.
"shhh, baby- i know, r-right?~ don't worry, turn off your brain, l-let me do the thinking for you."
#sunoo hard hours#sunoo hard thoughts#sunoo smut#enhypen hard hours#sunoo fanfic#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen smut#enhypen reactions#sunoo imagines#sunoo imagine#vixen's works#vixen's sunoo thoughts
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HIHI just read ur latest priest in training!art, AMAZING as per usual, so what if reader is very iffy about losing her virginity, so art convinces her about naked dryhumping, reader straddling art with no panties on, just moving back and forth and arts dick, precum leaking at the tip, and art continues to tell her âits not wrong if i dont put it in..â as heâs thinking of how good he would feel in her.. đ„°âșïž
yâall wanna see them fuck so bad đââïž.
âbut isnât that just like sex?â you sat at the edge of artâs bed. he snuck you into the boys dormitory building and into his room. art shook his head. âit doesnât count it i donât put it in.â you were still a little weary. âit wonât be different from other things weâve done.â except it was as very different your most intimate parts coming together to mimic the act of sex. âit doesnât count?â you crawl closer to where art sat at the head of his bed. ânope. plus all this goes away when you take your final vow.â maybe in a way art was right you could have fun with him and when the time comes you can ask forgiveness.
art let his hands run along your thighs that sat on either side of him. âyouâre so pretty.â art let his eyes roam across your body. âthank you.â you smiled pulling at artâs waistband. art was focused on the way your hands played with his underwear and didnât see you move in to kiss him till your lips were on his. you stayed there unmoving with your lips pressed against his. art started to move his against yours finally putting to use what patrick taught him. art slid his hands up your back to unhooked your bra. with your bare tits on display itâs taking everything in art not to pin you down and start fucking into you. soon artâs underwear is off and his cock lays hard against his stomach between the two of you.
you left your panties on and only pulled them to the side. youâve never been this naked in front of anyone before so your heart was pounding from the nerves. art puts both his hands on your hips and started to rock you back and forth slowly. breathy moans come from the both of you. your clit nudges up against artâs cock head every so often. âf-feels really nice.â your soft hands grip onto artâs shoulders as you grind yourself a little faster on him. art doesnât know where to look, from the way your pussy slides so easily against him or how your face is flushed teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet. âfeels fucking amazing.â he grunts. precum pools on his stomach your whines and his moans mingle as your highs get closer. âso close.â you moan and art brings his thumb down to rub at you clit. âfuck - you gonna cum on my cock.â you nod dropping your head on his shoulder. âyouâre probably so tight and warm inside right - shit - gonna let me in one day.â youâre moaning louder. âyes yes yes.â you babble. art smashes his lips onto your as you both cum together.
you guys got cleaned up and button back up your shirt smoothing out your hair. âart?â he hummed. âsince we kissed does this mean weâre dating now?â you donât know why you ask itâs just kissing felt more intimate than giving him blowjobs. plus you had friends with secret boyfriends and they kissed in the dark hallways of the school. âuh, yeah sure.â art nodded. the two of you were already practically dating. he often took you for ice cream with patrick third wheeling and with what you guys just did why not a label on it. âok.â you whisper trying to hide the smile that crept onto your face.
art snuck you out the same way he snuck you in walking you home to the girls dorm house. âiâll see you at class.â art said. you nodded your head yeah before pulling him into a quick hug. âbye, art.â art watched you walk inside. a new boner growing from just the feeling of your body pressed against his.
#girliism#challengers#art donaldson#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson smut#priest in training!art
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How would aot boys react to reader saying she want a break and goes to sleep on the couch
Ony :
- âBaby girl whatâs the matter?â He asked as he wrapped his hands around you, nuzzling into your warm body on his bed, his dark features enhanced by the blue light of your phone. You didnât respond which earned a poke in the hip from him. â You dont wanna talk tâme? What i do?â You hummed in response, scrolling through his following and his liked posts, all the girls that you felt looked better than you.. the insecurity started to get to your head. âHey Ony..I think we should take a..you know..brea-â You heard the bed creak beneath you as he straightened himself up. âY/n.. donât play with me. You not deadass. How you finna be upset with me and not tell me what I did so we could fix it?â He said, his tone changing in frustration and confusion, but internally, he was afraid.. âOny I dont wanna agrue nd I can tell Im just gonna make this worse.. Iâll sleep on the couch for tonightâ You mumbled softly. âLike hell you will, the fuck. You gon talk to me whether u like it or not and if i gotta read your notes app to figure out who or what the fuck got in my babyâs head I will.â He grabbed your face peppering it with butterfly kisses.
âą âWeâll figure it out together girlââŠ
Armin :
Armin was very observant, so when he noticed your distance, he panicked and it bothered him for days. âLove?â He asked from the living room, slowly entering making sure not to invade your space. You looked up in response turning your phone off to give your boyfriend your full attention. â I got your text.. about, you sleeping on the couch tonight and stuff, n I donât know if this is because mood swings or if its something that I did or if its something that youâre upset with me about not saying that I have to be the center of your life and emotions and everything because I know that you work really hard in school and-â He paused abruptly collecting his thoughts. He averted his eyes from your now concerned gaze. You never knew it would affect him this much. âWhat Iâm trying to say is.. I got you chic-fil-a and a new blanket to make you feel better.. and hopefully we can watch a movie and talk about it?
âą âIâll give you your space but Iâm only a call from our bedroom away okay?ââŠ
Connie :
The ping of the basketballs in the gym echoed in your ears. You watched as your boyfriend got a little too friendly with his personal trainer who you werenât jealous of, but you simply werenât fond of her. Who would want their man getting touched up on by a girl for lord knows how long.. but Connie assured you that the only reason sheâs here is because his usual trainer broke his arm and in three weeks, heâll be healed enough to get back in action.He wanted to ask if you wanted to join him for the day but your energy was low so he let you be.. All was well until you were facing the window in the car, being less talkative than usual. The sun retired for the day and the sky was dark, âIâm gonna sleep on the couch tonightâ⊠â No ur not..â⊠âYou cant tell me what to do..ââŠ. â k .â
11:04 pm
You felt a sudden jerk, which made you open your eyes skightly, and a pair of hazel eyes met yours.âHope you got all the space you needed girly..you wont see her training me again tomorrow, she was annoying anyways..â
âą His plump lips met your temple as you nustled into his neck, ânightââŠ
Jean :
You never knew when to stop playin. You set up your phone in the kitchen to record your boyfriendâs to your little âprankâ.
8:15 pm- jean comes home
8:30- jean showers after greeting you
9:25- jean lays on couch
9:28- âJean baby.. Iâm gonna sleep here tonight..I need some space..â
9:30- âBack in my day, when the women needed space, theyâd sleep with the oxen and mules..soâ
You stared blankly at his unfunny joke, walking into the kitchen keeping deadpan eye contact, revealing your phone. âIt was a prank fucking old ass man.â
âą âOh aiiâŠâ
HOPE YA LIKED IT- đ”đźđ”đź <3
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Hi angel! thoughts on 80s!slasher!jj ?? I loveee ur work btw! sending hugs and kisses! đ
ofccc!! this is fun lol - 80s!slasher!jj
â âč warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, violence, jealous!jj, death, slight breeding kink, threats, obsessed!jj, dark!jj - âËâč
you and jj would have never become friends if you both hadn't met while working together at the little fast-food diner inside the mall. he was usually working in the back, preparing the food, and you were usually on server duty. with your short white tennis skirt and the diner polo shirt uniform you could usually draw attention from guys who wanna take you out and possibly eat you, you were so sweet. but there were days when you and jj would both be on cashier duty, those were his and your favorite days, it was basically like hanging out all day side by side.
as the day dragged on it was getting closer to closing time, thank goodness you thought, already super exhausted. after a few minutes a group of preppy jerk jocks come in, one of the guys walking up to your register with a stupid smirk on his face, danny. "hey babygirl, can i get uh, the number 5 with a milkshake anduh- your number? " he tilts his head up, proud of his little pickup line. you shake your head with a small smile and silently scoff at his stupidity. jj who is currently helping another customer, listens in and watches the interaction by side eyeing you both every few seconds. jj's jaw ticks as he tries to let you handle it.Â
"a number 5 will that be all?" you continue to try and be professional with a sweet smile.Â
"uh no actually, how about- you let me take you to the prom," he smirks again.
"i'm actually out of town that day so-" you tilt your head and act uninterested.Â
"oh cuhmon- it'll be fun, you know you want to. i even booked a hotel room for that night and we'll-" danny persists further until he's interrupted by jj who snaps his head toward us.Â
"she said no man." jj warns, danny's mouth agape as he turns over to look at jj.Â
"was i talking to you maybank? cuz uh- i don't think i was." danny snickers almost trying to size jj up.Â
"i don't give a shit, she's clearly not interested." jj squints his eyes and nods to himself.Â
"oh woah! you've got yourself a little protector huh? no way this guy is your boyfriend right?" the guy turns to you and then back to jj. "i mean look at you! she's a total betty and you...you and your deadbeat dad aren't even good enough to scrape the dirt off our shoes." the boy scoffs and the rest of his friends snicker on cue.
jj tongues his cheek and grins in faux amusement, the guy turns around to walk off like a winner when jj reaches his arm out and taps the guy's shoulder. "hey man you forgot your-" jj grabs one of the milkshakes ready on the counter and throws it in the asshole's face, 'ruining' danny's gelled hair and expensive polo shirt. the diner fills with gasps, 'ooohs' and snickers.
"milkshake." jj finishes his sentence, and laughes through his nose. you stand there eyes wide as danny wipes the melted pink milk off his eyelids. "quit fuckin' around and get outta here" jj shoos the guy away with the motion of his hand as the humiliated boy walks away shouting back loudly "you are so dead maybank!"Â
"whata piece of shit." jj mumbles and slams his hand on the counter and turns to see the manager shaking his head, disappointed. jj goes into the kitchen leaving you there to process what just happened.Â
as the restaurant was about to close, you and jj were the only ones left, since you would have been closing together that night. the manager did fire him but somehow managed to stick around without him seeing jj.
you decided to let him do this thing inside the kitchen while you did the final table wipe-downs and setting up everything for tomorrow morning, time after time playing in the background. you hear some concerning noises coming from the kitchen area, knowing only jj was in there makes you stop and wonder why all the banging?, when another loud scary sound can be heard throughout the diner. you run behind the counter and around the corner to see what was making that noise, your eyes land on danny, dead, laying flat on his back on the floor with his face all burnt, bubbling, and bloody. you let out a horrified scream and cover your mouth immediately afterward, stumbling backward a bit and feeling nauseous. 'how did danny even end up back here?' you thought.
you feel your back bump into something, and you let out another spooked yelp, you feel two strong hands spin you around and when you look up, you realize it's only jj.Â
"jj, danny...he must have- the deep fryer-" you stutter, and he shushes you "i know, i know."
"we have to call the police! i-is he dead? oh god, i'm gonna be sick..." tears start to fall down your cheeks, terrified and confused by how jj isn't freaking out or doing anything about it. you squirm out of his grip and back away from him.
"jj? did you hurt danny? oh my god, did you burn his face off?" you ask with wide eyes, chest heaving.Â
jj nods but he doesn't look remorseful. you start to burst out in tears, unsure of what to do, you look over at the door and back over at jj who gives you a look of warning. he's all sweaty and dirty, his white shirt stained with grease and blood.Â
the jukebox continues to play music, where otherwise silence would fill the diner. you decide to make a run for the door, but he beats you to that. jj manages to stand in front of you, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes.Â
"i did that for you, i did it to protect you." he spits, looking down at you in disappointment.Â
"you're scaring me jj" you whine.
"why? i think you're being ungrateful." he whispers, looking down at you.
"you murdered him! jj you'll get in so much trouble, they'll know you did it!"
"no, manager man thought i left already..and i'll get him outta here so" he shrugs.
you whine again, eyes moving towards where danny was lying on the ground. jj snaps his fingers in front of your face to get you to pay attention to him again.Â
"what you want him? you liked that guy? huh?" he spits out frustratedly. you shake your head no, now too afraid to even speak "what so now im the bad guy? cause i got rid of him for YOU!" he shouts and you flinch, unsure of what to do now.Â
"you know what, fine, i think i deserve a little thank you don't you think?" he clenches his jaw again and yanks at your top pulling you to the other side of the counter, overlooking danny's corpse.Â
he bends you over and yanks your skirt down, you begin to cry when you realize what he's going to do. "no, jj no, i'm scared please" you sob too frozen in fear to move.Â
"you should see what i did with the rest of the bodies" he laughs quietly and reaches his hand around your waist to meanly grab your poor cunt, then pulling your panties to the side. you look down at the bloody dead body again and shut your eyes tight, then you feel jj's fat tip teasing your hole, sliding in your stickiness. "no, you are supposed to be my friend jj! friends don't do this!" you mewl.
he wraps his arm around your neck, trapping you in a headlock when he starts to push in to keep you from thrashing around. "shush, s'fine see? s'fine drama queen." he grunts in your ear, starting to slowly thrust in and out.Â
part of you wishes you had the strength to kick him off of you, but the other half is in heaven. "look at danny, you want him? wanna go to the prom with that? hmm?" he taunts, squeezing you tighter in the headlock with his beefy arms when you don't respond which makes you let out a whimpery moan.Â
"no! no, i don't wanna keep looking at him! it's making me sick!" you cry.
"i know, i know...grossing you out kinda turns me on though," he grunts again and laughs. he spits in his hand and uses that to sloppily rub your clit. the feeling of his spit mixed with your wetness makes you whine.
he keeps on pounding your pussy, letting you out of the headlock, and pushing your tits to press against the countertop. he smiles at all the little 'uh-uh's' you let out with each thrust.Â
"you feel better? yeah? you calm now?" he hums and brings his hand down to smack your ass causing you to squeal and push your ass out almost asking for more.Â
"yeah, i know mama, nobody's ever gonna touch you again kay?" his voice soft, making you nod slowly and dazed.Â
"say thank you and i'll let you cum." he pressures you, so close to spilling all over him.Â
"mmnnm jay-"
"use your manners c'mon" he cuts you off and brings his hand down again to start to rub your clit faster.
"thank you jayjay, thank you-" your cunt pulsing around his dick as you cum hard.
"atta girl, atta girl" he praises, then pushes into you harder than before, filling you up, and pulling out. he tucks himself away and moves your panties back to cover your cunt and to keep his cum and yours pooled in them. he pats your covered pussy and lets out a satisfied hum.Â
"go wait by the mall entrance n i'll take you home, jus' gonna get ridda this guy." he pats your ass and walks over to get rid of the bloody body. ᄫáĄ
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hueningkai nsfw alphabet
cw: gn!reader i think ? to the best of my ability anyways and no gender is stated regardless
a = aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
total softie!!!!!!:( wants to be held and wants to hold u and its just oh-so delicate and tender just two lovers in ur own little safety bubbleâ giggles w hushed pinky promises that u will meet in ur dreams that night
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
on himself his lips and his fingersâ his lips on urs, his fingers in u; his fingers in ur mouth, heâs obsessed w it all, he likes it so much
on u ur thighs and tummy!!! marking u up all over and squishing the skin under his fingertips, rubbing over ur tummy when hes inside u just to watch u squirm and gasp .. ( ïŒâïŒ)
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
his cock gets so wet when hes hard n he cums a lot its so cute really especially cuz heâd get so shy abt it <3
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
gets off to ur voice sometimesâ like listens back to voice notes uâll send him even if all u r doing is talking abt ur day and gets himself so hard out of nowhere he loves hearing u
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
a big virgin w no idea what hes doing before u but thats ok!!!!! thats what practice is all abt !!!!!!! more fun for u especially bc hes such an eager learner <3
f = favourite position (this goes without saying)
spooning or riding â spooning is so intimate and he can feel up ur thighs and tummy so nicely that way, or dip his hands to bring u more pleasure to ur sex; and u riding him means u can take the reins and heâs very into that! use him to get urself off honey!
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
silly for the most part, its more relaxing and comforting that way, sex isnât some performance between u two. but sometimes it feels like his brain just melts and pours out his ears so thats when itâll seem more serious, bc uâll have just a soft big eager puppy on ur hands then :<
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
for my own personal bias. No shaving. all his body hair in tact. everyone listen to me bc that is SEXY. his happy trail ohhgod
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
very intimate, has to be touching u at all times itâd be like chopping a limb off if u told him he wasnt allowed to touch u. loves rubbing his cheeks against urs idk thats just a thing in my head
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
cracks knuckles what do u guys know abt PLUSHIE HUMPER kai who steals sprays of ur perfume or lets u cuddle a specific one so itâll smell like u when he fucks it later and cries ur name softly ⊠what do u KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
nipple play. make this boy cum from just playing w his nipples i swear to god. and when hes more on the dominant sides of things definitely dacryphilia imo
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
just the bedroom !!! but maybe a quickie in the bathroom at a party could be up his alley too whos the say ;p
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
watching u get changed or get ready in general, defo also gets so hard when u do smth as simple as sit in his lap and move a little too much hes just too easy !!!!!!!!!!
n = no (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
nothing too rough and violent, and not heavy on the degradation either. just a tiny bit sometimes but hes more abt praise!! dont b too mean to him heâll get stuck in his head :( not too fond of too much degradation towards u for this reason too! just a little if its what ur into but he prefers being nice to u its just in his nature no matter how bratty u get w him </3
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
a giver, bc it means he can make u feel good and also be between ur thighs which make for great earmuffs! not very good at it sometimes but his eagerness makes up for it!!!! other times heâs absolutely expert w his tongue its insane
he does love receiving tho!!!!! as much as he wonât admit it bc he thinks itâll make him selfish for some reason ÎŁ('ââââ) loves when u take him especially deepâ rly makes his thighs shake and u have to keep ur hands on his hips to keep him from practically fucking ur throat >_>
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
gentle but kinda fast ? he gets so desperate and pathetic that he needs it to be faster but he canât hurt u so heâs gentle by nature. heâll get a lil rougher when heâs closer to cumming tho or if u rly push for it<3
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
donât happen often but when they do theyâre the hottest thing in the world. he either goes so dumb hes basically melted into ur arms and pleading, almost in tears or! heâs finally treating u like u wonât break and just taking what he wants, whispering how good u feel and how a little part of him wants someone to walk in and see u breaking in his hold :3c
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
a little! nothing crazy but if theres a more tame fantasy u wanna try heâd defo be down, and heâs happy to tell u his own fantasies, even if his face burns up w embarrassment w every word. not too fond on risks, not big ones anyway but little thrills r always fun!!!! àž
/á . Ì« .á\àž
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
doesnt last long the first round especially but heâll go as many rounds as u want. obsessed w how u feel when u cum on his cock so if u orgasm once and its not w him inside u ur gonna be going again and even then it might not be enough heâll be overstimulating the both of u to the heavensâ just be aware of that !
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
lowk vibrator obsession, loves watching u use it, loves using it on himself, loves using it on u, u using it on himâ u both using at the same time, pressed up against either side of it and crying into each others mouths .. could also see him loving the idea of having a fleshlight. Gulps. ïŒż|ïżŁ|â
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
teases u a lot when hes in charge just to see ur glassy eyes and pretty lips form a pout, but hes pretty hypocritical bc he doesnt like to be teased and heâll get so pathetic when u do .. sigh
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
louder when hes closer to cumming, whimpers and gaspy moans that grow louder and higher in pitch the closer he gets, probably likes to stuff his face in a pillow or plushie to keep himself quiet bc he gets so embarrassed but he sounds so pretty :((((
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
never really puts u in ur place when u act bratty but one time he just snaps and ur legs were trembling for a good two days after; good thing he was back to his little angelic self and carried u everywhere
x = x-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
big hes hung asf. personally im a little more interested in the 50 pounds of ass he carries around but ig his cock is also important in this category
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
HIGH! .. once he gets a taste of sexâ of you, he is insatiable woooo boy
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
hes not conking out until ur asleep first!!!!!!! so however long ur awake for after all is done, heâs up too!!!! no matter how hard his eyelids try to droop closed ok and if ur not sleepy hes not either (he is but just keep talking ok heâll keep fighting it off)
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Omg I feel like any teen wolf fic (sterek fic) you write would be amazing, on that topic ur an amazing writer and Iâm glad that one day I stumbled upon one of your fics. And also speaking of sterek fics (or any teen wolf fic) do u have and recommendations on what to read for that fandom???
Okay, so I took my time with this one because I had read some, but not a lot... but oh boy, did I deep dive into the research to bring you some top tier Sterek Fic Recs.
TOP 20 STEREK RECS
Play It Again by metisket ***I LOVED THIS ONE***
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derekâs plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He shouldâve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
âLaura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. Theyâre at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)â
So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock
He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.
He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos
"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now."
~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.
There Are No Wolves In California by kitsunequeen
Hunter!Stiles accidentally hits a wolf with his car and can't bear to leave him in the road to die. It's not till he gets the wolf home that he sees its eyes glow red... ------- Even everyday roadkill is upsetting, but this thing⊠Moments ago it was probably a majestic beast, and now itâs a mangled pile of soon-to-be rotting flesh. He presses a shaking hand to the only part of its chest left intact, not even thinking about whether it'll give him rabies or some other awful disease.
Heâs about to pull back when something even crazier happens.
He realizes the wolf is breathing.
(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit
"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."
Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.
Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter
Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.
The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teenâs face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didnât know who this kid was, but he didnât like him.
âWho is that?â he asked quietly.
âThat,â said the sheriff, âis my son.â
What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm for missingsun
There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays
Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyesâhis eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like heâd beenâlike Stiles hadâ
âNo,â Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. âGod, no.â
Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic
Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.
Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.
Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.
But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.
I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 for xXxClassifiedxXxÂ
âYou smell like me,â the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. âWhy do you smell like me?â
He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. âNo reason,â Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.
Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.
Sleeping Dogs by starsystems
Let sleeping dogs lie. Prov. Do not instigate trouble.;Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.
Because of course it does.
We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype
Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.
As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."
In Case You Didn't Know by Blu_Crowe
Stiles moves into the lofts, and he and Derek start to get closer. Unfortunately Stiles is a moron, and Derek is bad at feelings. They figure it out... Eventually.
Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
âAt least your puppies knock first,â Stiles snorts. âHere I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.â âšâš
âThereâs a sign,â Derek responds stiffly. âšâš
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside thereâs a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: âšâš
DONâT FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow
He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
Feral Formalities by Aleandri
"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.
Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.
Right in front of another Alpha.
Who he was on a date with.
To discuss being heat partners...."
*In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!*
for a good time, call... by EvanesDust for kalika_999
Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though heâll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.
His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.
Oh shit.
Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the faceâa one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.
Oh God.
Did he seriously call someoneâpossibly an alpha werewolf!âfor phone sex?
...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.
Golden Boy by trilliathÂ
Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.
But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.
It's enough that Derek hesitates.
#kittenshift17#fanfiction#fic recs#sterek#sterek fic recs#derek x stiles#stiles stilinski#derek hale
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Their favourite physical part of you!
Rottmnt x gn! reader
Warnings:
Includes both sfw and nsfw(not direct action) the nsfw only goes for the future versions of the turtles!
A/N:
I finally posted! Shocker i know. I didnt have any ideas but this js popped up cuz i used to love hc like these. I've never written for gn reader so pls give some tips, ty!
Sfw:
Donnie
- This dude likes your hands. He likes when you hold hands and how they fit perfectly in his.
- he LOVES to play with them too, especially when he has nothing to do or when hes stressed.
- Even tho he isnt big on physical touch, he LOVES when u hold his face. But i feel like he would actually enjoy it as long as it isnt unexpected or when hes irritated!
- he would probably try and sneakily hold ur hand around family without anyone noticing bc he will not hear the end of it (*cough cough* Leo.)
- probably zones out while watching u do anything with ur hands (paint, write, even fiddle with random stuff)
- you probably have him melting if u ever try and give his shoulders a gentle massage with your hands
- in short, he loves ur hands and holds them any chance he gets cuz hes touch starved af.
Bonus: you guys probably have some morse code and he taps his fingers a certain way if he feels uncomfortable and wants you to leave the room with him.
Leo
- i think its obvious he would like your hair.
- He loves playing with your hair when you guys are cuddling.
- will style your hair. Maybe even ask Mikey to join in too. Youll probably end up with atleast 50 hair clips by the end of it.
- if u have long pretty hair u bet he WILL DRAMATICALLY SOB once u cut it off, but he loves it regardless.
- melts and grins like an idiot if u dye it blue. Brags to his brothers about it.
- "guys look! See? See? They love me so much they dyed their hair blue!"
- low-key jealous u have hair..
- I also hc that he loves ur arms too!
- oh lord dont get me started on the arms. If you're a bit muscular and u start flexing/training he would be dead. Gone. In the grave.
- even so he would love to have you wrap your arms around him
- dude wants to be babied so badly
Mikey
- ADORES your smile and your eyes.
- he loves how your eyes lit up when youre excited. Or the way a smile keeps up on your lips when you talk about something your passionate about.
- your sweet giggles are heavenly atp.
- loves loves loves loves the way u praise him when he creates something.
- you have this boy head over heels.
- the way you look at him with complete love in your eyes makes him want to sob on the SPOT.
- you're so adorable he just wants to kiss u on the spot (cuteness aggression atp)
- he js wants to see you happy :(
Raph
- i feel like he would also like your hands. Theyre so small compared to his.
- Loves everything atp, tho he does get scared. Especially if you're smaller than him. Hes so scared that he'll crush you!
- probably likes your cheeks.
- bro would squish and cup them then just slightly nuzzle your noses.
- gets flustered when you cup his cheeks too
NSFWâŒïž Aged up!
If you do not wish to see any of this, please exit!
Thighs, chest or ass?
F! Donnie
- if i have to be completely 100% honest? He doesnt care about any. At all. Just loves you.
- but if i had to give an answer for sake of these hc? thighs. No words. Just thighs.
- loves it when you crush his head between them.
- will grip your thighs, leaving slight marks but not enough to actually hurt you. He doesnt want that.
- loves leaving marks and kisses on them.
- if hes stressed because of a failed project, he'll just lay between your thighs in your shared bed. Occasionally giving a small nibble here and there.
- If you're wearing short shorts, good luck.â ïž Do not expect slow and passionate Donnie.
F! Leo
- all of the above.
- mostly an ass and chest guy.
- He would probably slap your ass occasionally, but not hard enough to hurt you. Again, he hates that.
- but if you beg him to do that? He'll be hesitant but if you beg hard enough he might.
- leaves bite marks.
- I did say he loves your arms and when you flex them, but he also loves your chest.
- your gender doesnt matter. He notices you panting and your chest rising up and down?
- Lord. This man does not know is he wants to dominate you or be dominated.
- Loves trailing teasing kisses and slight bites up and down your chest.
- Loves to cum on your chest and ass. He thinks you look so pretty.
- still wants to shove his face in your thighs tho
F! Mikey
- Again, he probably doesnt care either. He loves you regardless of your body.
- He just wants to make you feel loved.
- But again, for the sake of this - i think he'd be a chest and thighs guy.
- Loves laying on your chest, loves leaving kisses and bites.
- nuzzles his face either on your chest or on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
- hes so sweet, but will shamelessly cum on your chest. Especially when youre giving him head.
- he loves your thighs, doesnt care if theyre small or big.
- he thinks theyre so soft<3
F! Raph
- Waist. And belly. Forget everything above, just waist.
- Again, bros scared he will crush you. Especially since hes much much much larger now.
- He really doesn't want to hurt you :(
- He loves to grab your waist. Its so tiny compared to his giant hands.
- Dont get me started with the belly. Chubby or not he loves squishing the soft flesh on your belly.
- covers it with his cum.
- He loves it.
Important!
I just wanted to say these are not meant to be accurate, these are js what i think the rise turtles would like physically! I struggled a LOT with mikey and raph.
#rise leo x reader#rise donnie#rise of the tmnt#rise!donnie x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leo#rise mikey#rise raph#rottmnt future leo#rottmnt future donnie#rottmnt future mikey#rottmnt future raph#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt#tmnt 2018#rise raph x reader#raphael rottmnt#rise donnie x reader#rise mikey x reader#leo hamato#leonardo hamato#donnie hamato#donatello hamato#mikey hamato#michelangelo hamato#raph hamato#raphael hamato#leonardo tmnt#tmnt donatello
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dating him | yang jeongin
â whyâd you come into my life so late? â
chan | lee know | changbin | hyunjin | han | felix | seungmin | JEONGIN
guys this oneâs a secret romantic
even the boys are shocked when he tells them he has a gf now so casually
like WDYM ?!!??
anon said this but picture the boys eating at a restaurant
and the boys r like the food here is crazy good like howâd u find this place
and he goes idk my gf recommended it
and then thereâs silence
before all hell breaks loose
bc wdym ⊠wdym u have a gf and u didnât tell us ????????????
dramatic faces of betrayal from hyunjin and han i can imagine bc their baby didnât tell him
i think seungmin would know just bc theyâre dorm mates and i think jeongin trusts to ask him advice without BOOKING him to the boys
he seems nonchalant on the outside, just a silly boy
but heâs the sweetest
i think heâd treat love so gently âčïžâčïž
heâs always wanted to explore romance, always wanted to find it
he couldnât ever admit it out loud bc he knows heâd get teased
he was the boysâ baby after all
and since he was the boysâ baby, by association, you were now their baby too
u two are the couple they adore
they act like theyâre ur parents
chan dad mode activated
anyways heâs kind of emotional and sensitive
so i think the both of u navigate through love for the first time together
itâs a lot of ups and downs
BUT âŠ. itâs led to him realizing just how much he loves you
i totally believe youâd go on either the most goofy dates or very expensive dates
no in between
heâd be the type to treat you and have staycations at 5-star hotels
youâd just cuddle and watch movies and eat room service
YES I SAID CUDDLE
even the boys were shocked when they saw it for the first time
bc ?!!!???? their baby ?!!!?? physical touch ?!!?
jeongin never minds when itâs with u
but itâs also something heâs had to learn
heâs very appreciative of ur patience
anyways back to ur dates
i can imagine u guys just buying a bunch of strawberry cakes and doing a taste testing
like uâd record it and everything
u canât post it bc he kisses u like 928373 times in that video
thereâs a makeout session like once
oh, and dinner dates
and very competitive rock paper and scissors over who pays for the food
except when he loses, heâd cheat and say heâd go to the bathroom but heâs actually paying for it
so keep ur eyes on that boy
i think heâd also be the type to really enjoy clothes shopping with you
youâd just put on a fashion show for each other
heâd end up buying a few things he rly liked on you
heâs got good fashion sense
might sneak in a matching item or two
maybe some shoes so itâs more subtle
jeongin also loves playing tourist in ur own city
the two of u would just walk around
visit some tourist spots
take pictures even
itâs just rly funny and rly cute
it feels a lot like being a kid again with him
u guys even buy useless toys for kids and bring them back to the dorm
đđđđ
this includes like those little charms for kids
u two end up making craft bracelets and necklaces
and even tho they look ridiculous, u wear them in public
this is ur own version of promise rings
anywahs minho ends up taking some of the toys uâd bought for his cats
when the boys come home, u two are usually just cooped up in jeonginâs room
bc he wants his privacy!!!!!!!!
but when he lets it slip, and u two fall asleep on the couch, expect lots of pictures taken
iâm sorry
the boys are also emotional
theyâd wake u up so u guys can have dinner together
heâd get so blushy and embarrassed and threaten his hyungs ofc
han jisung: when will it be my turn ???
they just want love from innie too
UGHHGHG kicking each otherâs foot under the table while eating
he loves annoying u
but u love annoying him equally
when u arenât over at the dorms
heâd be the type to text you random links on youtube at 3am
those charlie bit my finger type beat
gorilla destroys crocodile epic video
jeongin also gives me the âsends u thingsâ vibe
uâd suddenly receive flowers without warning
or get those âdid you eat?â texts and if u say no, yeah, best believe heâs already delivering food to u
hmmmmm uâd probably be his plus one in fancy events
but u guys end up ditching those to eat at fast food chains
yes ⊠in ur very fancy dress and his rly sexy suit âŠ. out in a fast food restaurant
u guys get weird looks but
jeongin doesnât mind đ
as long as heâs happy with u
AWWWWWWWW
u guys also attend or volunteer for charity events together
i think heâs rly found his match
treat each other well !!!!!
congrats on finding love
note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me iâm crazy
#edited after anon added smthn credits to u!#k-labels#stray kids x reader#jeongin x reader#i.n x reader#i.n. x reader#skz x reader#stray kids drabbles#in x reader#kpop imagines#stray kids imagines#stray kids blurbs#stray kids scenarios#yang jeongin x reader#stray kids drabble#stray kids oneshot#stray kids headcanons#stray kids fluff#jeongin fluff#i.n imagines#i.n fluff#i.n scenarios#yang jeongin imagines#yang jeongin scenarios#yang jeongin fluff
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HEYY so I love your writing and have been stalking your account since yesterday đ€ I checked and I saw ur request were open so I figured Iâd shoot my shot and send a request but if youâre not interested itâs totally fine !!
I saw that you donât have Harry on ur master list so idk if you take request for him? So I wonât request smth for him here but if you do write for him pls lmk !!
Ok now my actual request, can you write smth for Theodore Nott x fem!reader where reader is like tough and usually goes against the grain of what other people are doing and for once she decides to actually go to a party when a Some Guy starts hitting on her and sheâs like obviously very not into it Theo confronts the guy and gets into a fight with him.
Like maybe theyâve known each other since they were young and when they got to hogwarts they grew apart bc they were in different houses but Theo has been like hardcore crushing on her for years lol. And like after he gets into the fight she cleans him up in the bathroom and is all like âyou didnât have to do that I can take care of myselfâ and heâs all like âyah I knowâ but feeling smug bc sheâs blushing or smth and heâs all happy bc yah itâs been a while but maybe he still has a chance and doesnât just have to watch her from afar forever đ€
SORRY this is so long but I have been having Theo brain rot and this idea has been floating in my head for a couple days now
respectable fisticuffs
A/N: yk what i didnât think i would but i WILL write for harry, send it in anon đ« also this request is so good pls gif cred: @possession
Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Non-Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Battered and bruised, Theo misses you like hell and now seems like a great time to tell you. 1.5k words
Warnings: fluff, theo gets in a physical fight, unsolicited flirting, cursing, tw blood/wounds, kissing, lots of âbellissimaâ, soo much pining
"What's she doing here?" Mattheo welcomes Pansy with a kiss on the cheek, leering at you like he's amused by your presence.
"I convinced her to show up, so pretty please don't scare her away," Pansy coos, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing towards the couches.
"Itâs a your lucky day," he huffs, guiding you towards the sound of drunken laughter and song. "I know someone who's dying to see you."
"Don't we all," you tease. By the looks of it, he's leading you into the belly of the beastâa group of Slytherin boys crowded around a brassy gramophone. "So, who exactly is dying to see me?"
"Donât play dumb, sweetheart... you know who," he whispers before slinking off to find a drink.
"Mattheo!" you shout, "Coglione." Maybe you should hunt Pansy down. She's the one who forced you to come after all, she deserves to bear witness to your misery.
Theo had no idea you were coming. If he had, he might've tried a little harder to impress. You look just as beautiful as the last time you ignored him, and it's not helping his crush in the slightest. Over the years, he's grown a real talent for watching you from afar. Since the sorting hat took you away from him, it's all he can do any more, and suffice to say, he misses you like hell even now.
As he's mulling it over in his head, you glance over at him. He thinks your gaze will dart away like it always does while he take a drag of his cigarette. But you wave. You hold up your hand and wave. At him. And he nods back like some nonchalant idiot. He loves the way your eyes always seem to sparkle just before you look away.
Theo waits until you've visibly relaxed to approach you. And just as he's mustering up the courage to leave his chair, Graham Montague spills his drink down your shirt.
"Shit," Graham pants, stumbling forward and clasping onto your waist for dear life. He looks down at your topâor rather, down your topâand chuckles to himself. "Might actually be an improvement."
"You smell like piss," you say. He palms your shoulder and laughs, leaning closer to mumble low in your ear.
"Does that mean you like it?" His fingers flex against your collar bone and trail up the length of your neck. You want to vomit.
Just then, his body falls limp to the ground with a thud, and you gasp, turning to see Theo looming beside you.
"Theo!" you shout, but he gently sweeps you aside, falling to his knees and taking a fistful of Graham's soiled collar.
"Get off of meâow, prick," Graham whines, clawing at Theo's shoulder and reaching to scratch at his face. Theo slams his back hard against the floorboards with a sharp inhale before landing a punch to his face. Graham lets out a yelp and whimpers when Theo stands above him. Theo presses his boot to the palm of Graham's hand.
"Go near her again, and you'll lose your hand entirely," Theo seethes. Mattheo finally yanks him away with a snicker, guiding him to the stairwell. But not before Theo shouts, "Mangia merde e morte."
"Alright, dickhead, I think you've made your point," Mattheo says, squeezing Theo's shoulders as his eyes zip back and forth wildly, looking any and everywhere he can.
"Where is she?"
"Calm downâ"
"Mattheo, you know where she is. Tell me," he huffs. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eye, Mattheo would've kept his mouth shut. But he knows how bad his friend needs this. How bad he needs you.
"She's upstairs. Told her she could borrow our bathroom."
"Sei come un fratello per me, thank you," Theo whispers.
"Yeah, yeah," Mattheo says, "you owe me one." Theo leaves him a kiss on the cheek before taking the steps two at a time.
The light from the boys' bathroom seeps through the crack in the door. It's the only light in the whole dorm, and he can see your shadow as it crosses back and forth. He feels like he's out on the field before a championship game or about to take an exam he didn't study for. His hands feel weak when he reaches for the doorknob.
He presses his ear to the door before opening it any further. "May I come in?"
You shuffle around, and he hears you approach the door on tender foot. He can't take the way you open the door and stand back like you're faced with some predator. He hasn't spoken to you in so long, all he wants is to wrap his arms around you and never let go.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Theo?" you say, shutting the door behind him as he goes to sit on the closed toilet seat.
"Don't say that," he says, carding his fingers through his hair. He groans at the pain shooting up his fingers.
You look over him softly. Subtly, so he won't notice, but he's gotten good at noticing you.
"Are you hurt?"
He looks at his knuckles, sprinkled with blood, and feels for the scrape on his cheek.
"Noâ"
He doesn't have time to explain himself before you're kneeling at his side, dabbing a cold towel against his jaw and tilting his chin up.
"It's worse than you think, Theo," you hum, pressing the damp cloth to the column of his neck as he swallows.
"It's nothing I can't handle."
"You idiot," you say. He hisses when you hold his jaw and turn his head, wiping the shallow gash on his cheek. Most of the blood is not his, which is a good sign. That doesn't stop you from wanting to yell at him, though. He can tell with the way you're frowning as you wet the dried blood on his warm skin.
"I had it under control, you know,â you say.
He can't help but smile at your determination. He always admired that about you. Too stubborn for your own good. And his.
"I know."
Your eyes drift across his brow, narrowly avoiding the eye contact he so craves. He drinks in the curve of your lashes, the sweetness of your cheek, the way your thigh is pushed against his knee.
"He was harmless. And drunk. And you shouldâve known better."
"I know," he huffs. You toss the pink-tinged towel into the bowl of the sink.
"We're not kids anymore, I don't need you to protect me." You stay knelt at his feet, focused on your knees digging into the cold tile. It makes you sad to think about you and him like this. You used to be friends. Best friends, in fact, the kind of friends adults would say were 'joined at the hip'. You used to cry over being sorted into different houses, but you got over it. That's life. You figured he moved on and so should you. Maybe neither of you moved on in the end.
"Look at me." His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you meet his soft green eyes.
"Bellissima..."
"You are such an idiot," you huff. Theo looks down at you like he's been waiting to all his life. Like he's been cursing that very first day since it happened.
"I miss you," he coos, fingers twitching where they're rested on his knees. "I miss having you close to me."
"That's not fair."
"Not fair?"
You look away. "No."
"How?"
Oh, and you hate the way he smiles when he knows he's about to get what he wants. He knows exactly how to get you flustered. That's exactly why he was your first kiss. And your second.
"Come on, bellissima... tell me you miss me," he whispers, leaning his elbows onto his knees to be closer to you. To have his nose brush the tip of your own. He craves the shape of your mouth now more than ever.
Then you look at him. Him and his dastardly grin, how the charm pours out of him in gobs. The hair sweeping across his forehead and how you always catch him looking at you how he is now. Innocent and longing. Like youâre beautiful. Like youâre his again.
âOf course I miss you,â you sob, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, âI miss you, Theo.â
âOh, bella,â he says, fitting himself into your arms, knees pressed to either side of your own as he slides to the floor. You shudder against his body, and he holds you tighter. âI never want to be without you.â
You pull away just to look at him, his face, the way time has changed him. He has his hands on your waist when you lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and he waits for another. You swipe your thumb where youâd just pressed your lips, and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles, eyes still gently shut as he manouvres his fingertips to the curve of your bottom lip. And you kiss him.
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baby fever anon again. god u cooked so hard i am. a little insane help,,, also full semi public sex fic PLS i will kiss u
here r some more bcs i canât help myself except some of them r fluffy cus actually i think cuddling w him would fix me.
woozi finding out his partner has a rlly intense oral fixation. this oneâs super self indulgent. but i feel like heâd always see u with some kind of candy in ur mouth or chewing gum n one day he asks abt it. and the conversation ends with his fingers in your mouth as he splits u open in missionary.
going back to the camping thing,,, i feel like youâd both wake up in the morning n go out to join everyone for breakfast and someone would side eye the fuck out of yâall bcs they had to go to the bathroom n heard noises coming from your room last night even though you tried sooo hard to be quiet. later i feel like that member would be like âdonât worry, i wonât tell anyoneâ n heâd get so embarrassed n red that others would think heâs Still drunk or something.
also taking care of him with a hang over :((( heâd be so clingy and i can see him being kinda snappy at other ppl but not u. if itâs rlly bad heâd probably explicitly ask u to rub his back,, or hold his hair back bcs he feels like heâs abt to throw up. woozi sick fics make me feral. i would take such good care of him UGH.
ohh god. convincing him to go on a little two day vacation when he has a little break n heâs just so,,, happy to spend time with you away from the city. something abt being in nature with you is so much more healing than it normally is. swimming w u,,, heâd pick u up n make u wrap ur legs around his waist as carries u around the pool. heâd fuck you by the pool too. n then heâd ask u to help cook dinner n heâd back hug u as u cut up the vegetables GODDDD. i feel like something would change in ur relationship after a weekend like that,,, like heâd be more comfortable with affection. youâd be sitting outside watching the sunset n heâd just have a moment of realization n then after that heâd try to shower u w more affection, even around other ppl.
another kinda drunk woozi head cannon i have rn cus im,, tipsy rn. if u both have the energy to be around svt but not enough energy to participate,,, heâd make u rest ur head on his thighs n heâd definitely play w ur hair, rub the back of your neck,, n maybe use his free hand to hold one of yours. youâd start playing w his fingers n heâd pull his hand out of your grip to brush your hair out of your face. i feel like heâs rlly only okay w kissing his partner in front of the other people when heâs drunk or tipsy cus the alcohol makes him not gaf. so youâd look up at him w a pout cus u wanted to hold hands n heâd lean down n kiss u so softly n sweetly, holding the side of your face. GOD.
ok thatâs all i have for now,,, i have so many thoughts i do not stop thinking abt him ever.
Baby fever anon.. you are killing me
i didnt write more for a few but the oral fixation will have a full fic definitely cuz i relate!! And I will try to write that semi-public fic
MDNI!!
~drunk woozi~
drunk! woozi being cuddly with you in front of his members, the thought of him getting teased not even crossing his mind in that moment
drunk! woozi kissing all over your face to the disgust of the boys, yelling at you two to âget a roomâ just to be flipped off by the man
drunk! woozi always having at least one hand on you at all times. rubbing your back or playing with your hair
drunk! woozi who settles down with you and the boys to watch a movie, your head resting in his lap, hand holding his
as the movie goes on, you play with his hand, kissing each finger repeatedly
drunk! woozi feeling shy, pulls his hand away much to your dismay, letting it rest on top of your head, petting you gently. you look up at him with a pout
drunk! woozi who will stare at your face with so much love in his eyes and when you look at him with a quizzical look on your face he just whispers âi love youâ before leaning down to kiss your lips
~going on a trip with woozi~
finally getting time off from work, jihoon books a trip with you
nothing crazy but he just wanted to relax with you with no responsibilities
the moment you get on the plane with you to your destination heâs already on clingy jihoon mode
he barely sees you because of his hectic schedule so he wants to have you all to himself now
heâs all on you when you finally land and get to your destination.
by the time the sunsets, you two spent so much time together: going out to do touristy things and eating at expensive restaurants
you decide to relax at the pool near where you were staying since it was late and no one could disturb you two
he looked amazing as he dipped into the cold pool, calling for you to join him
âpretty, the water is so nice. come in for a bitâ he says to you before plunging his head underneath
you decide to dip in for a bit, the brisk water hits your skin as jihoon holds you by the waist, pulling you in slowly
the two of you linger in the pool, playing around like you were little kids. its definitely very late now but you wanted to soak in all the time you could with him before he had to get back to his routine of long work days
you gaze at him, smiling before saying â thank you,, for thisâ
âthereâs nothing you need to thank me for, prettyâ he pulls you closer to his chest, speaking again, âwanted to spend time with you because i missed you.â
âmissed you tooâ you let him peck your smiling lips âmy fingers are getting pruney though, jiji. time for me to get out.â he nods, agreeing with you, before taking your legs and wrapping them around his waist, picking you up and walking towards the edge of the pool. he sits you down, your legs still around him and kisses you again. âgo inside. iâll be inside in a bitâ
when jihoon comes back youâre cooking a midnight snack as you said. it was just simple ramyeon you found in a random store earlier but when he saw the three wrappers his heart swelled. obviously, you wouldâve made some for him but just the little acts that make him love you more.
when youâre snack is finally done, you sit down with him to eat
as you eat, jihoon admires you. you were like an angel to him, glowing its you sit there.
âi love youâ he mutters softly to you
âi love you too, hoonieâ you reply in the same tone
âiâve been thinkingâ he says, shuffling inside his sweatpants pocket âi know this is a bit rushed and i didnât really plan anything. i was going to ask you while we were out but.. ugh i couldnât do it. would you want to get married- to me?â he places a velvet box in front of you, letting you open it to see a ring- the ring youâve dreamed of always having
âhoonieâŠâ tears well in your eyes
âits okay if you dont want to but i thought iâd ask cuz i just want to spend the rest of my life with you and i know iâm always busy but-â
âyes.â you cut him off, âi want to marry you, jihoonâ he sighs in relief, taking your hand in his, grabbing the ring out of the box and slipping it on your hand.
âiâm gladâ he kisses you, âi love you so much, prettyâ
~hungover woozi~
âugh so brightâŠâ his eyes close as fast as they open, the lights causing the headache he woke up with to get worse.
You wake up hearing his groans, turning to him with concern âare you alright?â
âJust a hangover.. Iâll be fine.â
you rub his chest slowly, âyou need anything? water?â
âno, im fine⊠just need to restâ you nod, leaning down to kiss his forehead
âill get you some anyways hoonieâ you grab him some water and lay down next to him again, âlet me know if you need something, okayâ
âmmmh just need youâ he says, his arms wrapping around you, your warmth slipping him back to sleep.
a/n: anon i didnt not give these justice im sorryđđđ but i hope you like cuz the jihoon drought rn is killing us woozidans
#woozi#seventeen#woozi x reader#woozi thots#lee jihoon#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#woozi smut#woozi drabble#woozi scenarios
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spencer having his partner on his stream!?
ââââ CAN U IMAGINE HOW SOFT HE WLD BE ïčïč ïž”â·
we are going full headcanons mode stay with me here
okay so imagine if you will: spencer playing games and interacting with chat, giggling and having a time
and here comes you, coming home from a long day of work, so excited to see your boy !! your spence!!
spence knows you're coming over, so purposefully has one of the headphones off his ear so he could hear the door and chat is ONTO HIM
to be clear, his chat doesn't just know you, they ADORE you
so when he hears the door opening and your keys jingling down onto the counter, spencer is all smiles and rushes out a hurried "be back, chat" and then he's GONE
all you see is a flash of his curls before you are wrapped in a bone crushing hug and an onslaught of kisses all over your face
oh he is talkative
"hi babe" "missed you so much" "i'm so glad you're here" "my beloved"
and there's a moment of silent bliss as you hold onto each other, his fingers gripping the hem of your shirt to keep you close, your arms around his neck in a hug, eyes closed and just enjoying each other
....
and then spencer remembers he's streaming
so he pulls away from your embrace, much to both of your dismay, but boy is still CHEESIN'
"baby, i know you just came home... but do you wanna make a little appearance on the stream? y'know chat will love seeing ya"
and you hesitate before smiling softly and nodding gently and then
he is tugging you along, he's like a damn kid on christmas cause as much as his chat loves you, he loves showing you off.... absolutely basks in the attention and how ppl will say shit in chat like "ur s/o is soooo cute spence!" "one chance [y/n] i beg" "[y/n] manning the stream real????" "[y/n] nation we are eatin GOOD"
you pull up a chair to sit beside him, leaning against him, fingers absentmindedly playing with his or his hoodie sleeve or his hair as he games and talks to chat
watching him in his element reminds you why you love this dork, and you can't help but press a kiss to his cheek
and of course chat goes WILD
spencer can't help but grin and his cheeks go pink before looking at you....
"that's pretty freakin' romantic of you, dude. careful, twitch might ban me if they see this"
in which you hit his chest and go back to snuggling into his arm as he games
overall... he loves having you on stream <3
#charlieâs blurbs#charlie's headcanons#requested by :: anon !#spencer agnew x reader#spencer agnew#reqs open#smosh spencer#smosh x reader
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