#deadbeat dad who? not in my house~

[theprodigypenguin]

Dragon literally pulled a reverse "I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you" in this chapter.

Man really was like "if you pry into this shit you're gonna have to literally fucking kill me." Poor Kuma just "man what????" He IS that overdramatic friend.

[sukibenders]

Me, waking up and remembering how Condal and Hess made Laena into the disposable black girlfriend (wife in this case, not that they even bother to mention it more than once) and had her die more horrifically than in the books (possibly to boost the yte characters), had Daemon and Rhaenyra sleep together during her funeral, have her two daughters be ignored by their father for his second wife's kids, had all three of them become shells of their book counterparts and given less grace by the fandom than in similar regards to the majority yte characters, only for those who called out these actions to be deemed simply "anti Rhaenyra" or just be told they lack media literacy:

[crunchity-munchity]

Me: explains that I have an essay for college due tomorrow and am busy writing it

My mom: ok but why haven't you done the dishes. I just dusted the whole house

Me: because I have an essay due tomorrow

My mom: you are so irresponsible. How dare you not do the dishes

[dante-mightdie]

my depression has led me down this road so…

c/w: stepdad!john x lowselfesteem!reader, step-cest, dead dove, slight mention of reader taking a prescribed medication for unspecified medical condition

john and his ‘loser’ step-daughter, who’s riddled with a winning combination of mommy and daddy issues. john steps up as much as he can to fill the gaps left by your deadbeat dad but your mother digs her claws in deep to rip that warm feeling away from you whenever she can

you’re a sweet thing, haven’t really found your path in life yet. no further education because you’re ‘not really passionate about anything, I guess’. no job, no close friends and no boyfriend, not even a first date

your mother makes no attempts to hide her disappointment in you, shoving your medications to the back of the cabinet when she catches john looking in curiosity. so he tries his hardest to keep her out the house. busy with work, and spa trips, weekends away with her friends. far away so she can’t bother you…

poor thing who just needs a loving, guiding hand. and john is more than happy to provide that. more than happy to pay your way for you. you’re a good girl despite what your mother says. always washing his clothes for him, giving him a portion of whatever you cook yourself, a kiss on his cheek every time you head off to bed

your mother doesn’t like that he offers his jacket to you instead of her, that sickly-sweet ‘she’s shivering, love. look at her’ every time. or the way you sleep in his old t-shirts from his recruitment days. you hear them argue about it every once in a while, before your mum storms out and like clockwork, john comes into your room and asks if you want to have a movie night with him

your mum doesn’t need to know how you snuggle up to him on his lap, drooling into his neck when you doze off after the third movie. or the way he sits next to you for a while after he’s carried you off to bed, stroking your hair and thinking about you’ll thrive when it’s just you and him <3

[thenixkat]

Idk about anyone else but Chilchuck being accurately read as an empty nester rather than a deadbeat dad has a lot more potential. Cause generally empty nesters tend to find or end up with folks to parent or pets to fill the void of 'my kids don't need me anymore', 'the house is empty/too quiet', and such.

You could argue that the older man who started a union and is a union boss looking out for the other half-foots in the area might be subconsciously viewing folks as replacement kids.

[estellan0vella]

The Art of Wooing: L.F & H.H Lee Felix x fem!reader x Hwang Hyunjin (College AU)

WC: 16.1K

CWs: Sexual References, Polyamory, Background Minsung, Discussion of Safe Sex, Jisung being a dramatic king

General Masterlist SKZ Masterlist

The Alpha Phi frat house is a mess, but that’s standard. Empty beer cans litter the coffee table, a pile of someone’s laundry, probably Jeongin’s, because it’s been sitting there for two days, rests on one of the armchairs, and there’s a faint, lingering scent of weed in the air. Not strong enough to be recent, but present enough to let anyone walking in know exactly what kind of house this is.

Hyunjin is sprawled across the couch, legs draped over Felix’s lap. He’s wearing one of Felix’s oversized hoodies, sleeves pulled over his hands, and his hair is still damp from his shower, sticking in wisps to his sharp jawline.

Felix absentmindedly plays with the hem of Hyunjin’s shorts, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Across from them, Chan and Seungmin are mid-lecture, voices raised in exasperation as Jeongin lounges in the armchair with his feet propped up on the coffee table like he isn’t being verbally torn apart.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Jeongin mutters, flipping his phone in his hand.

“The big deal,” Seungmin snaps, “is that you are going to knock someone up, and we’re all gonna have to deal with your fucking consequences.”

Chan rubs a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know where to start. One, you’re a fucking idiot. Two, what the fuck do you mean you don’t get what the big deal is? You think we wanna raise your fucking kid when you inevitably become a deadbeat because you can’t even wake up before noon?”

“I’d be a great dad,” Jeongin argues.

“You forgot your laundry in the washer for three days last week,” Changbin says from where he’s lying on the floor, tossing a football up and catching it. “The entire house smelled like mildew. You can’t even take care of your own shit.”

“I was busy!”

Felix scoffs. “You were playing League.”

Jeongin glares. “You don’t know my life.”

Seungmin sighs like this is actually causing him physical pain. “Condoms exist for a fucking reason, dumbass.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like them.”

The room goes silent for a moment before Minho, who’s been flipping through the channels on the TV, snorts. “Rawdogging isn’t a personality trait, Jeongin.”

Jeongin huffs. “It’s not-"

Chan cuts him off. “Do you even know if these girls are on birth control? Have you considered that for even a second?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin says, rolling his eyes. “I ask.”

Seungmin blinks. “You ask.”

“Yeah.”

Minho turns fully to face him. “You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “that you trust a random girl at a party to be honest with you about her birth control status, just so you don’t have to wear a condom.”

Jeongin hesitates. “I mean-”

“Oh my fucking god,” Chan mutters.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Seungmin groans at the same time.

Hyunjin, who has been quiet up until now, shakes his head. “I hope one of them baby traps you.”

Jeongin flips him off and Felix grins. “Dude, you’d be a terrible baby daddy. That kid would be the only one showing up to daycare in a Supreme hoodie.”

“Fuck you, I’d dress them cute.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Jeongin.”

“Wait, Minho,” Hyunjin suddenly pipes up, stretching his arms above his head. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Minho glances at him, then turns his attention back to the TV. “Jisung’s with his dancer friend.”

Felix tilts his head. “Jisung has a dancer friend?”

Minho nods. “Yeah. Her name’s Y/N. Nice girl. Her and Jisung have known each other since they were babies.”

Felix furrows his brows. “Wait, what? Since they were babies? How have I never heard of her?”

“She’s quiet,” Minho says with a shrug. “Does that air shit. Hoops and silks. She’s a trained ballerina, too. Turned down Vaganova"

Hyunjin perks up slightly. “Wait, hoops and silks?” He glances at Felix. “Isn’t that what we wanted to try?”

Felix nods slowly. “Yeah. That aerial stuff looks sick.”

“Think she teaches?” Hyunjin asks Minho.

Minho shrugs. “Dunno. She’s shy. Doesn’t talk much. But she’s sweet. She and Jisung are that weird level of close where if I’m arguing with Jisung about something, he sneakily texts her to change the Wikipedia page just to fuck with me.” He shakes his head. “I pretend not to know.”

Felix laughs. “She sounds fun.”

Minho snorts. “She’s one of my cats now. All wide-eyed and shit. I’ve adopted her.”

Changbin, who has been listening, finally speaks up. “Hold up. You’re telling me there’s a ballerina out there who turned down Vaganova? The fuck kind of ballerina does that?”

Minho shrugs again. “She wants to be on Broadway.”

“That’s a choice,” Felix mutters.

“She’s a theatre major,” Minho explains. “She’s practising for the big showcase right now. Jisung’s being her hype man or some shit.”

Felix hums in thought. “I kinda wanna meet her now.”

Hyunjin nods in agreement. “Same. You think she’d actually teach us some aerial stuff?”

Minho stretches his legs out. “Maybe. You’d have to ask her.”

Jeongin, who has been quiet for a moment, suddenly speaks up. “Okay, but what if she secretly hates Jisung and she’s just waiting for the right moment to murder him?”

Minho gives him a blank look. “They fucking bathed together as babies. She’s not gonna kill him.”

Jeongin scoffs. “Sounds like the perfect cover story.”

Chan groans. “Why the fuck do you say shit like this?”

Jeongin grins. “Keeps life interesting.”

Felix shakes his head and then nudges Hyunjin. “We should figure out a way to meet her.”

Hyunjin hums. “Yeah. If Minho likes her, she’s gotta be cool.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “She’s not a fucking zoo exhibit, Jesus.”

Felix tilts his head, his lips curving into a smirk as he glances at Minho. “Is she cute?”

Minho doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. She’s got this dyed white and black hair, black with two white streaks at the front, white underlayer. Kinda like that one chick from Harry Potter.”

Felix’s eyes widen slightly before a grin spreads across his face. “Narcissa Malfoy,” he breathes, looking downright delighted. “One of the MILFiest MILFs to ever MILF. Holy shit.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow but smirks when Felix turns to look at him with a knowing glint in his eyes. Felix leans in, nudging him playfully, and Hyunjin chuckles before nudging him back.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Chan mutters, rubbing his temples. “The two of you cannot fuck Jisung’s friend.”

Felix gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Excuse me?”

Chan glares at him. “I’m serious. Stick to the usual desperate guys or girls you pick up to rail between you. Do not get any ideas about Jisung’s friend.”

Felix scoffs. “We are not that bad!” He turns to Hyunjin, pressing his face close. “Are we, baby?”

Hyunjin doesn’t even pause. “No.”

The entire room erupts into groans, scoffs, and snorts of disbelief.

“Not that bad?” Minho says, narrowing his eyes. “Not that bad?”

“You two are actual menaces,” Changbin says, shaking his head.

Jeongin snorts. “Bro, do we need to start listing shit? ‘Cause I can start listing shit.”

“Oh, please,” Felix says, rolling his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Seungmin cracks his neck before ticking off on his fingers. “Alright. Last month, you two took home that one guy from our rival football team and railed him so good he showed up to the next game unable to walk properly.”

Chan lets out a loud groan. “Oh, fuck, I forgot about that. That was embarrassing.”

Hyunjin just grins. “We won that game, though.”

“That is not the fucking point,” Chan snaps.

Minho crosses his arms. “There was also that one girl from the photography department. You two fucked her in the darkroom. During open hours.”

Felix shrugs. “In our defence, it was empty.”

Changbin lets out a bark of laughter. “It was empty because everyone left when they heard what the fuck was going on.”

Jeongin smirks. “Oh, oh! What about that bartender from Golden Hour? The one who gave you guys free shots all night and then went home with you?”

Hyunjin sighs fondly. “She made us breakfast the next morning. Sweet girl.”

Minho gives him a deadpan look. “That’s not the fucking point.”

Felix shakes his head, grinning. “I don’t see how any of this is a problem.”

Seungmin lets out a sharp, humourless laugh. “Of course you don’t.”

Chan points a finger at them. “I am saying this once. Jisung’s friend is off-limits. You two have your little freaky sex adventures with people who know what they’re getting into, and that’s fine. But you will not touch her. Got it?”

Felix pouts dramatically. “You’re so mean, Chris.”

“I will actually beat the shit out of you,” Chan says, exasperated.

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair before fixing them both with a pointed look. “You two cannot upset this girl, okay? She is my boyfriend’s best friend. Jisung would choose her over me any fucking day of the week, no hesitation. If you fuckers upset her, I have to cut you out of my life just to save my relationship.”

Felix blinks. “Damn. That serious?”

“Yes, you dumbass,” Minho snaps. “Jisung is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I am not losing that because you two decide to be little whores and fuck over his best friend.”

Hyunjin presses his lips together, eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s fair.”

“Not to mention,” Minho continues, “Y/N cooks better food than all of you combined. I slaved away to build this fucking friendship with her, and I will not lose it because you two dipshits can’t keep it in your pants.”

Felix tilts his head. “She cooks?”

“Yes, and it’s fucking amazing,” Minho says. “Like, restaurant-tier shit. I will actually commit murder if I lose that.”

Felix hums. “So, you’re saying she’s cute, she’s insanely talented, and she can cook?” He turns to Hyunjin. “Baby, I think I’m in love.”

Minho throws a pillow at him. “Shut the fuck up. I am dead fucking serious. If you make her uncomfortable in any way, I will kill you, then kill myself out of guilt for associating with you.”

Seungmin nods. “I’ll help.”

Chan sighs. “Same.”

Hyunjin just smirks. “Noted.”

Jisung stands in the middle of the Alpha Phi frat house living room, arms crossed, expression severe, well, as severe as Jisung can look. Minho is beside him, arms mirroring his boyfriend’s stance, though there’s a distinct gleam in his eyes that promises he will absolutely make good on any threats Jisung is about to lay down.

"Alright, listen the fuck up," Jisung announces, looking around at his gathered frat brothers like they’re about to be disciplined by a high school principal. "I have managed to convince my best friend, my ride or die, the person I would sell all of you for in a heartbeat, to come over tomorrow and meet you absolute fucking heathens."

Felix grins. "Oh shit, is this the elusive Y/N?"

"The one and only," Jisung says before levelling a sharp look at everyone in the room. "But there are ground rules. You will follow them, or Minho will make your lives miserable. I will not hesitate to give him the go-ahead. You all know what he’s like when he’s pissed."

Minho smirks and nods, looking positively gleeful at the thought.

"Rule number one," Jisung continues, holding up a finger. "No interrogating her. She is shy, she is sweet, and if you overwhelm her, I will be the one throwing fists, not Minho."

Changbin shifts in his seat. "Define interrogating."

Minho narrows his eyes. "If you so much as grill her on her entire life history within the first five minutes, I’m shaving your eyebrows off in your sleep."

Changbin sighs. "Noted."

"Rule number two," Jisung says, his voice gaining a sharper edge. "No flirting, no asking for threesomes, no trying to see how fast you can make her blush, none of that bullshit."

His eyes land directly on Felix and Hyunjin, who are both lounging on the couch looking far too innocent for anyone to actually believe it and Hyunjin feigns offence, placing a hand on his chest. "Why are you looking at me and my angel?"

Jisung deadpans. "Because you two propositioned the pizza delivery guy last night."

Felix huffs. "And?"

"You offered to tip him in dick," Jisung snaps.

Felix shrugs. "And he accepted. The man was in heaven for hours getting spit-roasted."

Changbin chokes on his drink. Jeongin lets out a wheeze of laughter. Chan just groans, rubbing a hand over his face. "Point is," Jisung says, rubbing his temples, "Y/N is not here for that. You will treat her with respect."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are nothing if not respectful."

Minho scoffs. "I’m gonna fucking kill you."

Jisung ignores him and presses on. "Rule three, be polite and clean. She already knows you’re all heathens, but she doesn’t need to see the full extent of the hedonism in this house."

Seungmin snorts. "So, what you’re saying is, we should hide the evidence?"

"Yes, you fucking goblin," Jisung says. "That means no used condoms on the floor, no random underwear hanging off the TV, and for the love of God, clean the couch."

Changbin glances at the couch. "What’s wrong with the couch?"

Minho gives him a look. "Bin, that couch has seen more fluids than a goddamn hospital."

Jisung presses on, ignoring the groans of disgust that ripple through the room. "Rule four, and this is important, be clothed."

Every single set of eyes in the room immediately lands on Chan, who is, predictably, sitting in nothing but his boxers.

Chan blinks. "What?"

Jisung glares. "We are all used to seeing your dick or balls fall out of your boxers when you manspread or seeing you walk around like you were just fucking born, but Y/N does not deserve that horror. Fully clothed tomorrow."

Chan scoffs. "My dick does not-"

"Your dick absolutely does," Seungmin interrupts.

"I saw your balls fall out at breakfast two days ago," Changbin adds.

"That time we were watching a movie and your dick just flopped out like it was clocking in for work," Jeongin says.

Felix grins. "You were in the kitchen last week making eggs, and I saw your whole-ass sack."

"That time at practice when you sat on the bench and forgot you weren’t wearing underwear," Hyunjin says, shaking his head.

Chan scowls. "Okay, you guys are exaggerating."

Jisung gives him a flat look. "It’s out right now."

Chan grumbles, shifting his legs. "I like airflow."

Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before moving on. "Rule five, and this is specifically for you, Jeongin, keep your feral pussy poker away from her."

Jeongin gapes. "Excuse me?"

"You are the fucking worst," Jisung accuses. "Raw dogging every girl you meet, and you especially have a shy girl kink, you cute little bastard."

"I do not-"

Seungmin cuts him off. "We all caught you raw dogging that fucking cheerleader in the locker room."

"And that ball bunny on the kitchen counter," Hyunjin adds.

"And the girl on the couch," Changbin chimes in.

"And the TA," Chan sighs.

Jeongin groans, throwing his head back. "Okay, okay, point made."

"Yeah, so you keep that demon dick locked the fuck up around Y/N," Jisung warns.

Changbin crosses his arms. "And what happens if we don’t?"

Jisung smirks. "I let Minho off his leash."

Minho beams.

Jisung continues. "Not only would you be upsetting my best friend, my fucking ride or die, but you’d also be upsetting Minho’s friend. And you all know Minho is protective as fuck over her. She’s like one of his cats."

Minho nods, smug.

"My night terror of a boyfriend has my full permission to make your lives miserable. For. Ev. Er," Jisung finishes, his voice dropping into something ominous.

The room falls into a contemplative silence before Minho claps his hands together. "Oh, I have plans."

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What kind of plans?"

Minho smirks. "Well, for starters, I will piss on your beds."

Hyunjin wrinkles his nose. "Like a fucking cat?"

"Yes."

Jeongin groans. "That’s so fucking gross."

"You touch Y/N, you get marked like territory," Minho says cheerfully.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Chan mutters.

"Oh, and I’m switching out all your body wash for Nair," Minho continues.

Felix gapes. "You wouldn’t."

Minho grins wider. "Wouldn't I?"

Seungmin exhales. "You absolutely would."

"I’m also changing all your ringtones to my voice saying terrible things at max volume," Minho adds.

Jisung grins. "Oh, that one’s good."

"Sabotaging alarm clocks, hiding keys, replacing all snacks with wasabi-coated almonds," Minho lists off, ticking each one on his fingers. "Setting your laptop wallpapers to cursed images, filling your shampoo bottles with mayonnaise, oh, and if you touch her, Jeongin, I will glue your fucking dick to your stomach."

Jeongin looks horrified. "You are an actual fucking psychopath."

Minho tilts his head, smiling. "Then follow the fucking rules."

Felix sighs. "Fine, we’ll be good."

Hyunjin pouts but nods.

Jeongin groans but mutters, "Whatever."

"Good," Jisung says, clapping his hands together. "Tomorrow, we’re on our best behaviour. If I have to kill any of you, I’m making you pay for the bleach to clean up the mess."

Minho nods, satisfied. "Now, who wants dinner? I cooked, and none of you deserve it, but I’m feeling generous."

As the boys disperse, Felix mutters to Hyunjin, "Still think she’s gonna be hot, though."

Minho glares at him. "I heard that, you little shit."

Jisung yanks the front door open with a dramatic flourish, grinning wide as he sees you standing there. "Y/N! Welcome to the den of indecency!"

You blink at him, lips curving into a small amused smile. "It can’t be that bad."

Minho, standing just behind Jisung, simply lifts an arm and gestures toward the coffee table in the middle of the frat house living room. You follow his gaze and sure enough, sitting right there on the table is a banana, proudly wearing a condom. Jisung groans, grabs the banana, and promptly chucks it at Seungmin, who catches it without even looking up from where he’s standing in front of Jeongin, arms crossed, face locked in the kind of judgmental expression only he can pull off.

"You fucking psychopath," Jisung mutters.

Seungmin waves a dismissive hand. "It’s a visual aid."

Minho smirks at you. "Still think it’s not that bad?"

Your lips press together in an attempt to hold back laughter as you step inside. "I stand corrected."

Seungmin, still ignoring the peanut gallery, turns back to Jeongin with an expression of pure exasperation. "Okay, I don’t know how else to explain this to you. You keep acting like condoms are some mythical burden when they are literally designed to prevent you from ruining your goddamn life."

Jeongin slouches on the couch, arms crossed, looking very much like a petulant child being forced to eat vegetables. "I’m not ruining my life."

Seungmin scoffs. "No? You think I wanna spend the next eighteen years hearing you bitch about child support payments? ‘Cause I don’t. I already have to deal with your constant whining about having to wake up before noon. Imagine adding a baby to that equation."

Jisung gestures vaguely. "That’s Seungmin and Jeongin, by the way," he tells you.

You nod, watching as Seungmin grabs the banana again and waves it in Jeongin’s face.

"Do you see this?" Seungmin asks.

"I see it, Seungmin," Jeongin sighs.

"This could be your dick," Seungmin says.

"Stop saying that like it’s a fucking commercial," Jeongin groans.

Seungmin holds up the condom-covered banana. "Look how simple this is. Banana. Condom. Boom. Protected. This is not rocket science, dumbass."

Jeongin glares at him. "Why don’t Jisung and Minho get this lecture? They raw dog each other all the time!"

Seungmin doesn’t even hesitate. "They’re two men in a committed relationship, no risk of STDs, and a baby is biologically impossible. Their biggest concern is haemorrhoids."

Minho nods sagely. "Real shit."

You can’t help it, you let out a small giggle at that, covering your mouth. Jisung gasps dramatically and whips around to face you.

"Did you just fucking laugh?"

"Maybe."

Minho grins. "She thinks we’re funny. You might actually survive in this house."

Jisung shakes his head, still dramatically scandalized before he fully takes you in. His eyes narrow slightly. "Hold up." He tilts his head. "Why am I looking up at you right now?"

You blink at him, confused, before following his gaze down to your feet. "Oh." You gesture at your platform Converse. "Shoes."

Jisung scowls. "Outrageous. Take them off."

You laugh, but you comply, toeing off your shoes and stepping out of them. Now back at your usual height, you glance at him.

Jisung immediately nods, satisfied. "There we go. Back to the same height. All is right in the world again."

Minho sighs. "You are the dumbest person I know."

"Hey," Jisung says, pointing at him. "She was towering over me. That’s unnatural."

"It’s two fucking inches," Minho mutters.

Jisung shudders. "Still counts."

Seungmin clears his throat. "Excuse me, but I am still in the middle of my goddamn PSA."

Minho rolls his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, Y/N. Let’s leave these idiots to their nonsense."

As you follow Minho further into the house, Jisung throws one last glance at Jeongin. "Use the fucking condoms, feral boy. I’m not about to start babysitting because you can’t control your dick."

Jeongin groans. "Whatever."

Seungmin smirks. "No ‘whatever.’ You will respect the banana."

Jisung leads you into the kitchen with Minho right beside him, and the moment you step through the doorway, four heads turn in unison.

Seated around the kitchen island, mid-bite into whatever meal they’ve scrounged together, are four guys, all of them freezing as they catch sight of you.

Jisung gestures lazily. "Y/N, meet Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix. Alright, fuckers, this is Y/N. Done? Great. Alright, Y/N, let’s go."

He immediately pivots on his heel like he’s about to march you right out of there, but the four of them are still staring, practically slack-jawed. Chan and Changbin mutter a low, simultaneous, "Damn," before exchanging a knowing glance and fist-bumping like absolute Neanderthals.

Felix’s mouth is slightly parted, eyes flicking over you like he’s trying to commit every detail to memory, and Hyunjin, still chewing his food, just blatantly watches you, his gaze unreadable but intense.

Jisung groans. "Oh my fucking god."

He grabs a tablecloth from the counter and dramatically holds it up in front of you like he’s shielding you from a pack of wolves. "Stop staring at her, you freaks!" he hisses. "Come on, Y/N, upstairs. Stay behind the tablecloth, I’ve got you, sweetie. Ignore the losers."

Jisung physically ushers you toward the stairs, still holding up the damn fabric like a makeshift barrier. Minho follows behind, hands shoved in his pockets, looking smug as hell. Behind you, the complaints start immediately.

"Are you fucking serious?" Chan grumbles.

"This is bullshit," Changbin adds.

Felix’s voice is loud and scandalized. "Jisung, you’re fucking gay, and you hid your hot female friend from us?"

Hyunjin scoffs. "Fucking betrayal, man."

Jisung doesn’t even turn around, still guiding you up the stairs. "She is a person, not a fucking collectable, you fucking vultures!"

"You let us think all your female friends were weird theatre kids!" Chan shouts.

"She is a theatre kid, you dumbass!" Jisung calls back.

"But a hot one!" Changbin complains.

Jisung groans. "Minho, baby, start biting."

Minho sighs happily, cracks his knuckles, and turns back around.

Felix barely has time to blink before Minho lunges and bites him right on the arm. "OW, YOU LITTLE-" Felix yelps, nearly dropping his fork.

Minho whirls and sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder next, making the taller boy jerk back with a shout. "The fuck, Min?" Hyunjin complains, rubbing his shoulder like he’s just been mauled.

Chan barely gets out, "Oh, come on, that’s not-" before Minho turns and bites him directly on the bicep.

Changbin tries to escape, but Minho is fast, darting after him and chomping down on his forearm like a gremlin. "FUCK, FUCK, OKAY, JESUS!" Changbin howls.

Jisung smirks as he continues leading you upstairs. "That’s what you get, you absolute fucking vultures."

Jisung practically drags you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him like he’s just escaped from a war zone. He presses his back against it, chest rising and falling dramatically as if he’s single-handedly saved you from an untimely fate at the hands of his ravenous frat brothers.

"Safe space," he announces.

You take one glance around the room and immediately deadpan. "Except for the biohazards growing in here."

Jisung frowns, looking vaguely offended. "Excuse me?"

You gesture vaguely to the mess surrounding you. It’s a disaster, clothes scattered across the floor, empty snack wrappers piled up on the desk, a concerning amount of energy drink cans stacked precariously in the corner like a makeshift tower of death. The air is thick with the undeniable scent of laundry that hasn’t quite made it to the washer yet, and there’s an unidentified object peeking out from under his bed that you’re not sure you even want to acknowledge.

"Jisung," you say slowly, carefully. "When was the last time you cleaned in here?"

He shrugs. "Define cleaned."

You stare at him and he grins. "Okay, okay, don’t give me that look. I clean. Sometimes."

You let out a long, suffering sigh and step further into the chaos, carefully manoeuvring around what looks like a hoodie he abandoned weeks ago. Your gaze lands on an old soju bottle sitting on his desk, filled with something dark and fuzzy, the inside clouded over with what can only be described as a science experiment gone horribly wrong.

"What the fuck is that?" you ask, pointing at it.

Jisung follows your gaze and beams. "That," he says proudly, "is now my vivarium. I’m hoping life forms grow in it and I discover a new species."

Your face twists in absolute horror. "Jisung, that is fucking disgusting."

He scoffs. "What? It’s not like I drink from it. It’s science. I’m conducting research. What if it becomes sentient? I could make billions of won from this."

You take a careful step away from the bottle as if proximity alone might make you contract some sort of airborne disease. "Jisung," you say seriously, "if that thing becomes sentient, it’s not gonna make you money. It’s gonna crawl out of that bottle in the middle of the night and strangle you for keeping it in there."

Jisung lets out a loud laugh. "Holy shit, imagine!" He clasps his hands together, eyes sparkling with excitement. "If it becomes sentient, I’m gonna call it Dobby."

You blink at him. "Wow. You’re gonna enslave the sentient life you’re growing. Cancelled."

Jisung gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "What?! You can’t cancel me!"

"Cancelled," you repeat, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "You’re cancelled, Jisung."

Jisung groans. "Noooo, you can’t do this to me! Think of my legacy!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Your legacy as the dumbass who let a mutant soju mould take over his frat house?"

He sighs, shaking his head. "You just don’t understand the vision."

"Some visions should remain undiscovered," you say, crossing your arms. "This is one of them."

Jisung pouts. "You’re no fun."

"I am fun," you argue. "I just also value basic hygiene."

"Basic hygiene is overrated," he mutters.

You give him a pointed look. "That’s exactly what someone with a sentient soju bottle would say."

Jisung flops onto his bed like he’s just run a marathon, stretching his limbs dramatically before grabbing his controller and starting up Mario Kart on his massive TV. The bright colours of the game flicker across the screen, illuminating his shit-eating grin as he shoots you a look.

"Oh, darling best friend," he says, voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. "Please roll two spliffs for us, I beg of you. My weed, my cherry papers, and my grinder are in my drawer."

You roll your eyes but head over to the drawer anyway, easily finding his stash amongst the clutter of random bullshit, half-used ChapStick, tangled earphones, and an alarming amount of stray gum wrappers. You pluck out the necessary items, setting them on his desk before turning back toward him.

"Alright," you say. "Set me up as Rosalina then."

Jisung scoffs like this is an offence to his very soul. "You always pick her."

"And you always pick that little green one," you counter.

Jisung gasps, clutching his chest. "His name is YOSHI!"

You grin, settling yourself on the floor beside his bed as you begin grinding up the weed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, dinosaur boy."

As you expertly roll, you suddenly remember something and fish around in your bag. "Oh! I got these," you say, pulling out a small packet and holding it up for him to see. "Dried rose petals. It’s how I smoke."

Jisung’s eyes widen in delight as he leans forward, inspecting them with interest. "Ooh, fancy! That’s some real fairy princess shit. You’re out here rolling magical, nature-ass blunts while I’m stuffing my lungs with fucking cherry papers like a peasant."

You chuckle, carefully mixing some of the dried petals into the rolling paper before sealing it up with practised ease. "It tastes really nice. Plus, it looks pretty."

Jisung shakes his head, amused. "Of course, you’d care about aesthetics even while getting high."

Before you can respond, Minho saunters into the room, arms crossed as he surveys the situation like an unimpressed parent walking in on their child making a terrible life decision. "What’s up, losers," he greets.

Jisung perks up immediately. "Oh! Perfect timing, babe. I’m setting up for a three-player race." He quickly adjusts the settings before turning to you with puppy-dog eyes. "Can you roll Min one too?"

You nod, already reaching for more paper as Minho sighs dramatically before holding something up in his hands. "I brought a clean blanket from my room so you don’t have to sit directly on Jisung’s bed."

You gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "God bless you, Lee Minho."

Minho grins, pleased with himself, and lays the blanket down on the bed before plopping himself down. Jisung, completely ignoring the display of chivalry, is too busy selecting his kart, eyes locked on the screen like his life depends on it.

As you finish rolling the second spliff, you glance up at Minho. "By the way, Minho, how have you allowed that?" You gesture toward the cursed soju bottle of doom.

Minho immediately scowls. "I tried to throw it out. He bit me."

Jisung cackles. "It’s my science experiment, I had to defend it!"

Minho rubs his wrist as if recalling the traumatic event. "You are actually fucking feral. Who bites their own boyfriend over a mouldy-ass bottle?"

Jisung grins. "Me. And I’d do it again."

The rhythmic, eerie notes of Ma Meilleure Ennemie echo through the empty college dance studio, the haunting melody filling the space as you dangle upside down from the aerial hoop. Your legs are hooked securely over the steel ring, muscles taut as you let yourself spin slowly, arms outstretched, fingers grazing the air with every lazy rotation.

The fabric of your black yoga shorts clings to your thighs, your white cropped turtleneck hugging your torso, moving with the soft rise and fall of your breath. Your hair, clipped up in its usual messy style, sways slightly with your movements, and though you can’t see yourself, you know the contrast of your flawless black-and-white eyeliner, the subtle shimmer of pink gloss, adds to the picture of quiet elegance you strive to maintain.

The world shifts around you in soft blurs as you spin, upside down but completely in control, the dim studio lights casting long shadows across the polished floors.

"Hi!"

The sudden voice nearly startles you enough to make you lose focus. Your grip on the hoop tightens instinctively as your eyes snap toward the entrance of the studio. You spot a bright smile first. Platinum blond mullet, warm brown eyes, an aura of pure sunshine even under the cool fluorescent lighting.

You quickly adjust, lifting yourself up so you’re seated properly in the hoop, legs draped over the metal as you gaze down at him.

Felix beams up at you like he’s just stumbled upon something magical. "Jin! She’s here!"

A second later, another head pops into the room, dark eyes and feathered bangs, the sharp cut of Hyunjin’s jawline evident even from a distance.

Felix gestures between the two of them. "I don’t know if you remember, but you met us at the frat house the other day. Felix and Hyunjin."

You do remember, though your interaction with them was brief before Jisung had shielded you with a tablecloth and rushed you upstairs. You study them now, still seated in your hoop, slightly tilted as you continue to spin just a little, an unintentional effect of being up here.

Your voice is soft when you speak. "Can I help you?"

Felix and Hyunjin both crane their necks, staring up at you with something close to awe, like they weren’t expecting to walk in and see you suspended in midair like some kind of ethereal acrobat.

Felix is the first to recover. "Yeah, actually! We want to learn how to do that!" He gestures toward you. "In the hoop. Like Zendaya in Greatest Showman!"

You blink. "You two want to-"

Hyunjin sighs, giving Felix a look before turning back to you. "Felix wants to do a couples activity. He chose this."

Felix grins, completely unapologetic. "When are you free?"

You hesitate for a moment, still processing the image of these two very athletic frat boys attempting something as graceful and controlled as aerial hoop. But there’s something so eager about Felix’s expression, and Hyunjin, despite his usual sharp-edged aura, doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

"Tuesday and Thursday after six p.m."

Felix nods immediately. "We can do that!"

There’s an unmistakable excitement in his voice, and even Hyunjin looks intrigued as they continue gazing up at you, as if seeing you like this has only cemented their decision.

You exhale, amusement tugging at your lips as you realize you’re about to teach two frat boys how to fly.

Felix’s room in the Alpha Phi frat house is different from the chaos outside its walls. Where the rest of the house is an unholy mess of abandoned beer cans, questionable stains, and the lingering scent of cologne, weed, and regret, Felix’s room is a haven. It’s warm, dimly lit with fairy lights strung along the walls, and the air smells like vanilla and cinnamon, like fresh-baked cookies and something unmistakably Felix.

The bed is a cocoon of soft blankets, mismatched but cosy, and there are stuffed animals nestled between the pillows, a stark contrast to the general debauchery of frat life. A Polaroid collage of his favourite memories covers one wall, photos of the guys mid-laugh, blurry selfies, and an obscene number of candid shots of Hyunjin. 

Felix is curled up against Hyunjin, nuzzling into his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s arm. "She's so pretty," Felix murmurs, voice soft.

Hyunjin nods, lips pressing to Felix’s temple as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through Felix’s hair. "Yeah."

They lay there for a moment, lost in thought, the warmth of each other’s bodies a familiar comfort. Then Felix, ever the chaotic one, shifts, pulling back just enough to tilt his head up at Hyunjin. "So what if we date her?"

Hyunjin blinks. "What, like a throuple?"

Felix nods immediately as if the thought has been brewing in his mind for hours. "Think about it. We get to know her, we romance her, we woo her."

Hyunjin scoffs, amused. "Woo her?"

Felix grins. "Yeah. Woo. We can woo."

Hyunjin smirks. "We would be ace at wooing."

Felix nods eagerly. "Exactly! You, with your art and deep-ass stares that make people weak in the knees, and me, with my baking and cooking skills. Who the fuck could resist that?"

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh. "You’re so fucking serious about this."

"Dead fucking serious," Felix says, pushing himself up so he’s sitting cross-legged. "We need a plan."

Before Hyunjin can even process what’s happening, Felix is reaching over to his bedside table, grabbing his designated planning notebook, a beat-up, sticker-covered thing that has been used for everything from grocery lists to world domination strategies.

Felix flips it open, grabs a handful of glitter pens, and looks up at Hyunjin with wide, determined eyes. "Alright, let’s map this shit out."

Hyunjin drags a hand down his face. "God, I love you, you ridiculous fucking man."

Felix winks. "I know, baby. Now grab a pen, we have work to do."

Hyunjin sighs but grabs a pink glitter pen, because at this point, why the fuck not?

Felix taps the pen against his chin. "Step one..."

Hyunjin raises a brow. "We know nothing about her."

Felix gasps, dropping his pen. "You're so fucking right." He scribbles messily across the top of the page, STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER.

Hyunjin leans in, intrigued now despite himself. "How do we do that?"

Felix grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, baby, we are about to research the fuck out of her."

Hyunjin grins. “So, stalking.”

Felix smacks his arm. “No, dumbass. We just hang out with her. Talk to her. Figure out what she likes.”

Hyunjin smirks. “Which is basically soft stalking.”

Felix rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. Hyunjin leans over Felix’s shoulder, watching as the glittery pink pen scratches across the notebook page, the words STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER underlined three times like it’s the most important revelation of the century. He tilts his head, drumming his fingers lightly against his knee.

"What if Jisung finds this little written-out plan?" he asks because honestly, that is a real concern. Jisung has no common sense but he does have an eerily good sixth sense for bullshit.

Felix waves a dismissive hand. "Don’t be silly, Jisung can’t read."

From the room next door, there’s an offended whine. "Hey!"

Minho’s voice follows almost immediately, smooth and amused. "It’s okay, baby, reading is hard for some people."

"I WILL BITE YOUR DICK OFF."

Felix dissolves into laughter, clutching his stomach as he flops backwards onto the bed. Hyunjin just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, because of course, this is his life.

Once Felix regains his composure, he sits up and beams at Hyunjin. "Anyway, don’t worry about Jisung finding our little operation."

Hyunjin gives him a wary look. "Why do you sound like you already thought of a way to distract him?"

Felix grins, practically vibrating with excitement. "Because I did."

He reaches under the bed and pulls out a nondescript brown shopping bag. Hyunjin watches, both curious and slightly apprehensive, as Felix rummages inside before triumphantly holding up a bright pink box full of edible panties.

Hyunjin blinks. "I-" He gestures vaguely at the box. "What the actual fuck?"

Felix wiggles the box, his grin growing. "I nipped off campus earlier and bought these. I’m gonna give them to Jisung and Minho, and those two will be too distracted by these to realise we’re trying to woo his best friend!"

Hyunjin runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. "You are insane."

Felix gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. "How dare you? This is strategy."

Hyunjin gives him a flat look. "Your strategy is to give Jisung candy underwear?"

Felix nods enthusiastically. "Exactly! It’s foolproof! They’ll be too busy either laughing their asses off or actually trying them out to notice us being all sneaky and romantic."

Hyunjin sighs, knowing better than to argue when Felix is in one of his chaotic, genius moods. "And what’s with the second box?"

Felix’s grin turns positively wicked. "That’s for us."

Hyunjin just stares and Felix wiggles his eyebrows. "You’ll eat cherry panties off me, right? And I’ll eat them off you!"

Hyunjin groans. "You actually have a problem."

Felix nudges him playfully. "Oh, come on, babe, don’t pretend that doesn’t sound hot."

Hyunjin mutters something under his breath but doesn’t deny it, which makes Felix laugh in victory. Then, as if remembering why they were here in the first place, Felix suddenly sits up straight. "Right! Planning!"

Hyunjin exhales heavily, rubbing his temples. "Finally."

Felix grins, flipping the page in his notebook. "Okay, step two..."

Hyunjin glances at him, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Operation Woo is officially in session."

Hyunjin and Felix push through the doors of the college dance studio, the familiar scent of resin, rubber mats, and faint lavender from the cleaning sprays hitting them immediately. The room is massive, lined with mirrors, with high ceilings fitted with sturdy metal rigs designed for aerial apparatuses. The air is cool, the faint hum of the ventilation system filling the space between their footsteps.

You’re already waiting for them, standing near the aerial hoops, adjusting some of the rigging with an expert touch. The bright studio lights illuminate you from above, casting a soft glow over your features. You’re dressed in sleek black leggings and a white cropped, tight long-sleeve top that clings to your figure, your hands and feet wrapped securely, a necessary precaution for grip and safety. Your black hair is messily clipped up, the two stark white strips at the front framing your face.

Felix, ever the ball of sunshine, greets you first. "Hey, gorgeous instructor," he says with a wink.

Hyunjin elbows him lightly. "Stop trying to flirt on day one."

You flush slightly, eyes darting to the side as you hold out two harnesses for them. "Here," you say softly, the shyness in your voice evident, "put these on."

Hyunjin takes his with an amused smile. "Damn, I was hoping we’d just get to climb up and hope for the best."

You shake your head, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips. "You’d break your neck."

Felix lets out a breathless laugh as he starts stepping into his harness. "See, this is why we need you."

You kneel down slightly, adjusting Felix’s straps first, making sure they sit snug against his waist and thighs before moving to Hyunjin. He stands still as you tighten the buckles, hands brushing against his hips briefly. His dark eyes watch you, something unreadable flickering in them.

Once their harnesses are secure, you lead them toward the hoops, clicking their carabiners onto the rigging before moving toward a nearby control panel. You press the button that raises the hoops slowly, allowing them to get a feel for the tension before you step away.

Then, without hesitation, you grip your own hoop freehand, fingers curling securely around the cool steel as it lifts into the air. With effortless grace, you swing yourself upward, twisting lightly before perching in the hoop, your legs draped elegantly over the metal, your back straight.

Felix and Hyunjin, still slightly disoriented from just being in the air, watch with open admiration.

"Okay," you say, voice gentle but steady. "Simple stuff today. Just getting comfortable. Move however you want, see how your body feels in the air."

Felix exhales, shifting slightly in the harness. "Distract us."

Hyunjin nods. "Yeah, tell us about yourself while we try not to panic."

You hesitate slightly before tilting your head. "Um, I’m twenty."

Felix perks up. "Oh shit, we’re twenty-one."

You nod, twisting your wrist lightly against the hoop, letting the movement centre you. "I did ballet for years, but I rarely practice anymore. Only enough to stay flexible."

Felix grins. "Favourite colour?"

You hum softly, fingers tracing absent patterns on the steel. "Blue. Deep ocean blue."

Felix nods approvingly. "Solid choice. Favourite sweet treat?"

"Salted caramel brownies."

Felix makes a noise of delight. "I knew I liked you."

Hyunjin, who has been watching you quietly, speaks up. "Favourite piece of artwork?"

You pause, lips pursing slightly. "Most people would say a painting," you murmur, eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought. "But I’d say the Varvakeion Athena."

Felix furrows his brows. "That a sculpture?"

You nod. "It’s a Roman marble copy of the original Athena Parthenos statue. I went to Athens last summer to see it at The National Archaeological Museum." You glance at them. "Ji came with me."

Felix’s eyes widen. "Oh shit, he said he went to Greece!"

Hyunjin exhales, something flickering in his expression. "I've always wanted to go there," he admits. "It’s on my art history bucket list."

You smile, the shyness still lingering in the corners of your lips. "You should go. The museums alone are worth it."

Hyunjin watches you, his fingers tightening slightly on the hoop. Oh yeah, he thinks. This girl is gonna ruin us.

Felix and Hyunjin are sprawled out on Felix’s bed, limbs tangled comfortably as Arcane plays in the background. The glow from the TV bathes the room in soft neon hues, blues, purples, and oranges flickering across their faces as Jinx wreaks havoc on the screen.

Between them, Felix’s designated planning notebook lays open, its pages already filled with messy, colourful writing and an obscene amount of glitter pen doodles. They’ve been adding to it ever since they got back from the dance studio, scribbling down everything they learned about you in an effort to refine Operation Woo.

Hyunjin flips his glitter pen between his fingers, his other hand resting comfortably against Felix’s hip. "Deep ocean blue for favourite colour," he murmurs, reading aloud as he underlines the words. "Salted caramel brownies for favourite sweet treat. Girl’s got taste."

Felix grins, propping himself up on one elbow as he kicks his legs back and forth. "My plan worked!" he announces proudly. "Distracted!"

From across the hall, an obscene noise filters through the walls, Jisung’s breathy moan, followed by something that sounds suspiciously like Minho chuckling.

Hyunjin sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. "So fucking distracted."

Felix giggles. "See? I told you the edible panties would work."

Hyunjin lifts his head slightly, staring at him in mock horror. "The worst part is that they’re actually using them."

Felix snickers, his freckles crinkling with amusement. "Jisung has zero shame."

Another particularly loud noise echoes through the house, and Hyunjin aggressively presses a pillow over his face. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Felix pats his stomach soothingly. "Shhh, let them live their best life, baby."

"I don’t want to hear their best life," Hyunjin groans into the pillow.

Felix, completely unbothered, flicks his glitter pen open again and leans over the notebook. "Alright, next steps. Bake brownies." He underlines it three times. "We need to flirt with her, but in a way that won’t be too much."

Hyunjin lifts the pillow off his face and turns his head toward Felix, eyes narrowing. "Define too much."

Felix hums thoughtfully. "Like, enough that she knows we’re into her, but not so much that she gets overwhelmed and runs away."

Hyunjin twirls his pen lazily. "So no ‘hey baby, let’s go back to our place and make it a throuple tonight’?"

Felix snorts. "Yeah, no. Ease her into it. Be charming. Use our natural chemistry. We are sexy, we are alluring."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are menacing."

Felix winks. "Exactly."

Hyunjin taps the notebook. "We should also find out if she likes poetry. Romantic poetry shit is prime for girls like Y/N."

Felix blinks. "You think?"

Hyunjin grins, reaching for his phone. "Lix, trust me. Girls like her? The soft, shy, kind ones? They melt over romantic poetry. Give her some flowery words, and she’ll be ours before she even realizes."

Felix watches as Hyunjin starts scrolling through classic poetry collections, his dark hair falling into his face as he smirks.

Felix grins to himself. "You’re fucking dangerous."

Felix walks into the dance studio with Hyunjin in tow, his usual bright energy tempered only slightly by the plastic container clutched in one hand. The smell of caramel and chocolate drifts faintly from the tub, and he beams at the thought of presenting his little offering to you.

The studio is quiet, save for the faint hum of the air vents and the creak of rigging. And then they see you. You’re perched high in the aerial hoop, your legs hooked securely over the metal, your body poised as if weightless. The second you spot them, there’s no hesitation, no graceful climb down, no careful descent. You simply let go.

Felix’s heart fucking stops.

You drop, free-falling through the air like gravity is nothing, like the laws of physics don’t apply to you, and just when Felix is about to have a fucking heart attack, you hit the safety mat with fluid ease, rolling seamlessly to your feet in one smooth motion.

Felix lets out a strangled noise and immediately slaps one hand over his eyes. "Fucking hell, woman!"

Hyunjin, meanwhile, lets out an appreciative whistle. "Damn," he mutters.

You brush off your leggings, smiling softly as you greet them. "Hey, guys."

Felix, still reeling, drops his hand from his eyes and jabs a finger at you. "You can't just do that!"

You tilt your head, blinking at him in confusion. "Do what?"

"Scare me into an early grave!" Felix huffs, still clutching his Tupperware tub like a lifeline.

Hyunjin snickers, nudging him. "Relax, babe, she knows what she’s doing."

You nod, amusement flickering in your gaze. "I do it all the time."

Felix groans. "Great. Cool. Love that for my fucking blood pressure." Then he thrusts the container forward. "Anyway, I made you salted caramel brownies."

Your eyes widen slightly as you take the tub from him, handling it like it’s something precious. "Oh, thank you," you say. "You didn’t have to."

Felix grins. "Wanted to."

Hyunjin watches the exchange, eyes sharp as ever, before he casually leans against the nearest barre. "So, do you read? I need some recommendations."

You perk up slightly, shifting the tub of brownies in your arms. "Yeah, I like poetry."

Hyunjin hums, sharing a quick glance with Felix that you don’t catch. Bingo.

You set the brownies down carefully, then step toward the harnesses, pulling them from the hooks on the wall. "Ready to get started?"

Felix grins. "Strap me in, baby."

Once they’re both secured in their harnesses, they let you guide them through the next steps, demonstrating different movements in the hoop with practised ease. You explain the importance of balance, of tension, of keeping their core engaged, all while effortlessly moving through poses that make it look so damn easy.

It’s not. Felix and Hyunjin struggle at first, laughing at their own flailing attempts, but they’re quick learners, determined to keep up.

The whole time, they soft-flirt. Felix, grinning as he swings slightly, says, "I think you’re just showing off now, princess."

You blink at him, lips parting slightly before you quickly lower your gaze.

Hyunjin, hanging upside down for the first time, smirks. "Damn, Y/N. You always this good at making people weak in the knees?"

You freeze for half a second, fingers tightening on the hoop before you glance away. Felix exchanges a look with Hyunjin. Oh, this is fun.

Later, as you help Felix adjust his grip, his fingers brushing against yours, he flashes his brightest smile. "You got the prettiest hands, you know that?"

You stare at him for a long moment before blinking and looking down, clearing your throat softly.

Hyunjin chuckles under his breath. "Adorable."

By the end of the session, it’s clear, you’re not used to being flirted with like this. Not by them. And that? That just makes the game even better.

You sit cross-legged on Jisung’s bed, hands resting in your lap as you look between him and Minho with the kind of seriousness usually reserved for life-or-death situations. "I need you to teach me how to flirt," you say.

Jisung’s eyes light up instantly. "Gladly!"

You shake your head, pointing directly at Minho. "Not you. Him."

Jisung gapes at you, clutching his chest in exaggerated betrayal. "What the fuck?!"

Minho grins, stretching his arms above his head like he’s just been called in for his moment of glory. "Oh, sweetheart, get ready for me to turn you into a fucking succubus."

Jisung groans, flopping backwards dramatically. "This is bullshit!"

Minho pats his thigh condescendingly. "She needs guidance that you can’t give her, baby."

Jisung sits up, squinting at you. "Wait. Hold on. Rewind. Who are you flirting with?"

You tilt your head slightly, lips twitching. "Your eomma."

Jisung sucks in a breath, his face twisting. "Bitch. The worst part is you could probably turn my eomma gay."

Minho snorts, shaking his head. "Okay, let’s focus. Flirt with me."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Min, baby, I don’t know if you remember, but you’re gay."

Minho waves a hand dismissively. "It’s for science." He turns back to you. "Come on. Woo me."

You stare at him for a second, then sigh. "I don’t know how."

Minho smirks, shifting closer. "That’s why I’m teaching you," He studies you for a moment, then hums. "You already have a massive advantage."

Jisung scoffs. "Yeah, she’s fucking hot."

Minho snaps his fingers. "Exactly. And on top of that, she’s got that whole soft, sweet, shy thing going on. You know what that means?"

Jisung smirks. "That’s why everyone thinks you like them."

Your mouth opens slightly in surprise. "Wait, what?"

Minho nods sagely. "You’re too soft-spoken and polite for your own good. Guys see the way you lower your eyes when you talk, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, and they assume shit."

Jisung snorts. "She literally has it down to an art by accident."

Minho places a hand on his chest. "I am the expert here, Ji, shhh." He turns back to you. "Alright, so flirting. First things first, lean into the shyness. Play into it. Flutter those pretty lashes, soften your voice, act like you don’t even realize how fucking tempting you are."

You frown. "That’s how I always act."

Jisung claps his hands. "See?! This is what I mean."

Minho smirks. "You’ve been driving people insane without even trying. But now? Now we weaponize it."

Jisung sighs dramatically and turns to the side, staring at his mouldy soju bottle. "I’m just gonna talk to Dobby. No one needs me anymore."

Minho ignores him. "Okay, I’m going out on a limb here and assuming you are not dominant."

Jisung cackles and you shake your head immediately. "No."

Minho grins. "Perfect. Then we tailor your flirting to be all soft and submissive."

You nod slowly, starting to see his logic. "Okay."

Minho leans in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "The key," he says, "is keeping that sweet, innocent voice while saying absolute filthy shit."

You swallow. "Like what?"

Minho smirks. "Say this to me. ‘You’re so strong. I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you.’"

You inhale sharply but steady yourself. Slowly, you lower your eyes, flutter your lashes, and soften your voice into something dangerous.

"You’re so strong," you murmur, letting the words slip out like honey. "I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you."

The room falls silent. Minho stares at you, completely still and Jisung’s mouth falls open. "Holy fuck."

Minho exhales slowly. "I might not be fully gay."

Jisung wheezes. "Fucking hell."

Minho clears his throat, snapping himself back to reality. "Okay. Jesus. Yeah. That’ll work."

Jisung still looks partially like he’s been struck by lightning. "Honestly, she’d be better off talking about that smutty romance poetry she reads."

Minho raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You hesitate for a moment, then reach into your bag, pulling out a well-worn book. You hand it to Minho.

He flips it open, skimming through a few pages before whistling lowly. "Damn, sweetheart. You really are dangerous."

Minho exhales slowly, eyes still scanning the poetry book in his hands. Then, as if something clicks in his head, he snaps the book shut and looks up at Jisung.

"Ji, baby, can you run downstairs and grab the wine? Smutty romance poetry requires wine."

Jisung perks up immediately, pleased to finally be included again. "Oh, fuck yeah. I’m on it." He hops up from the bed, already making a beeline for the door. "Be back in five!"

The second the door shuts behind him, Minho leans in, his expression sharp and conspiratorial. "Okay," he says in a low voice, "we have about five minutes for me to teach you how to flirt with Felix and Hyunjin, so get fucking ready."

You don’t even question how Minho figured it out. Of course, he did. He’s Minho. Instead, you just nod, sitting up straighter, hands resting in your lap like an eager student ready to take notes.

Minho grins, satisfied. "Good. You’re fucking perfect for this, you know that?"

You blink at him. "What?"

He waves a hand. "Felix and Hyunjin? Both dominant. That’s why they like a third who’s soft. Submissive. Sweet. Which is why you are perfect. You don’t even have to fake shit, you just have to lean into it."

You chew on your lip for a moment. "So… how do I flirt with them?"

Minho smirks. "It’s all about contrast, sweetheart. They’re used to taking charge, right? So what you do is let them. Make them feel powerful, make them want to take care of you. You don’t have to say much, you just have to react the right way."

You tilt your head. "React?"

Minho hums. "With Hyunjin, it’s eye contact. Hold it just a little too long. Not in a challenging way, in a trusting way. Like you’re looking at him like he already owns you."

You shift slightly, processing the thought. "Like I believe in him?"

Minho grins, tapping his nose. "Exactly. That man lives for that shit. He wants to be needed, wants to feel like he’s guiding someone. So you let him. Nod when he speaks, let him touch you first, act like the ground isn’t solid unless he’s keeping you steady."

You exhale slowly. "That’s oddly poetic."

Minho snorts. "Yeah, well, you’re about to be Hyunjin’s favourite fucking poem if you pull it off."

You swallow, your heart thudding slightly faster at the idea. "And Felix?"

Minho grins. "Felix is tactile. You lean into that. Touch him, reach for his hand when he’s talking, let him be close. He loves affection. But the trick is? Let him be the one to get greedy."

You frown slightly. "What do you mean?"

Minho smirks. "Be soft, be warm, but just out of reach. Make him close the gap. Lean just far enough away that he has to follow. He’s like a fucking cat, he wants to be the one to come to you."

Something clicks in your brain, and suddenly all of Felix’s behaviour makes sense. The way he lingers, the way he pulls at the smallest openings for affection.

Minho watches you absorb the information, his grin widening. "Damn, you’re quick."

You shake your head, slightly breathless. "I never realized-"

"You weren’t meant to realize," Minho interrupts. "That’s what makes it fucking perfect."

Before you can respond, the door swings open again, and Jisung struts in, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and three mismatched mugs in the other.

"We drink like peasants tonight!" he announces proudly.

Minho immediately relaxes back into the bed, flipping the poetry book open again. You mimic him, both of you suddenly looking as though you’ve been deeply absorbed in literature this entire time.

Jisung squints at you both as he sets the wine and mugs down. "Why do I feel like you were up to some shit?"

Minho doesn’t even look up. "Ji, sweetheart, shut the fuck up and pour the wine."

Jisung hums as he uncorks the wine, tilting the bottle with exaggerated precision as he pours deep red liquid into the three mismatched mugs. One of them has World’s Okayest Student scrawled across it in fading block letters, another has a faint lipstick stain from some previous owner, and the third is surprisingly plain compared to the chaos of the others.

He hands you your mug with a wink before plopping himself onto the bed between you and Minho, taking a long sip like a seasoned connoisseur before immediately grimacing. "Tastes like fucking fermented regret."

Minho snorts, swirling his own mug. "Yeah, well, that’s what you get for stealing from Chan’s bottom shelf stash. You think he’s splurging on the good shit for a house full of degenerates?"

Jisung shrugs. "Tastes better than convenience store soju."

"Debatable," you murmur, taking a careful sip, letting the bitterness settle on your tongue before reaching for the poetry book.

Minho glances at you, amused. "Alright, sweetheart. Enlighten us. What’s so filthy about this book?"

You flip open to a random page and clear your throat, eyes skimming over the words before reciting, voice soft yet steady, "Take me as the night takes the stars, without hesitation, without mercy. Let me be the gasp between your teeth, the ache in your fingertips, the cry in your throat as you carve your name into the temple of my skin."

Minho exhales slowly, blinking at you. "This is the most eloquent written porn I’ve ever heard."

You grin, tracing the words with the tip of your finger. "Yeah, it’s classy porn."

Jisung lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were born to be fucking Victorian nobility or something."

Your grin widens as you lift your mug to your lips. "What can I say? I have taste."

Minho smirks, leaning in slightly. "You do realize this is like historical whore literature, right?"

Jisung gasps dramatically. "Oh my god, you’re a literary slut."

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Shut up."

Minho grins against the rim of his mug. "You know what’s funny? This entire book is basically a blueprint for seduction."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what the fuck do you need seduction tips for, babe? You already have me."

Minho sips his wine. "Doesn’t hurt to be educated."

Jisung narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. "You are up to something."

Minho smiles. "Drink your wine, baby."

Jisung glares at him but obediently takes another sip, groaning immediately after. "This tastes like bad decisions."

Minho clinks his mug against yours. "A toast," he announces. "To classy porn and the fact that Y/N could probably read this out loud in a lecture hall and have people slipping out of their seats."

"Fucking hell, I hate how accurate that is."

Felix and Hyunjin stroll into the dance studio like they own the place, confidence radiating off them in waves. Felix has his usual easy-going grin, dimples on full display, while Hyunjin’s sharp eyes scan the room, landing on you almost immediately.

You’re stretching near the rigging, adjusting the wraps on your hands with methodical precision. The white sleeveless turtleneck you’re wearing hugs your frame perfectly, highlighting the curve of your waist, while the pink yoga shorts show off the strength in your legs. 

Your black-and-white-streaked hair is messily clipped up, a few loose strands framing your face, and your makeup, as always, is flawless, winged liner sharp enough to kill, lips glossy and soft.

Felix lets out a low whistle. "Damn, princess, you’re trying to kill us today, huh?"

Hyunjin smirks, stepping closer, eyes dragging down your body before meeting your gaze again. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You feel heat crawl up your spine, but you keep your expression soft, blinking up at them through your lashes as Minho taught you as Felix hands you the harnesses, grinning. "Strap us in, baby."

You take the harness from him, stepping forward to help secure it around his waist. As your fingers work over the straps, tightening them just enough, you let them graze against Felix’s stomach, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Felix’s breath catches and you look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. "Too tight?"

Felix swallows thickly. "No, it’s good."

Hyunjin watches with sharp amusement, lips twitching. You move to him next, adjusting his harness with the same deliberate care. This time, when you lean in, you make sure your breath ghosts over the side of his neck, just barely noticeable.

Hyunjin’s fingers twitch where they rest on his thighs.

"Okay," you murmur, stepping back like nothing happened. "Ready?"

Hyunjin clears his throat. "Yeah."

Felix laughs, shaking his head. "You’re dangerous."

You blink. "What do you mean?"

Felix looks at Hyunjin. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You tilt your head slightly, letting the corners of your lips twitch into something just shy of a smile. "Do I?"

Felix groans. "Oh, fuck."

Hyunjin mutters, "We're so fucked."

You bite back a laugh as you step toward the rigging, pressing the button that lifts the hoops into the air. Felix and Hyunjin follow, getting adjusted as they begin moving, testing their balance.

"You guys are getting better," you say softly, watching them settle.

Felix grins, flipping himself into a more relaxed position. "Oh, yeah?"

You nod, tilting your chin up slightly. "Mmhmm. More control. More strength. More confidence." You let your voice drop just a little, just enough to sound teasing. "It’s really nice to watch."

Hyunjin almost falls out of the fucking hoop and Felix lets out a strangled laugh, gripping the metal tighter. "Holy shit."

You blink at them, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"

Felix stares at you, mouth parted slightly. "Nope. Nothing at all."

Hyunjin just breathes, "Oh, fuck me."

Felix laughs breathlessly, shaking his head before glancing at Hyunjin. Then, without even hesitating, he turns back to you and grins. "Go on a date with us," he says. "We’ll plan it. You just need to show up and have a good time."

Your heart skips, but you keep your expression soft. Then, slowly, you nod.

Felix lights up. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Hyunjin exhales, looking like he just won the goddamn lottery. "This is gonna be fun."

Felix and Hyunjin peek their heads into Minho’s room, eyes darting around like two kids about to get caught sneaking into the teacher’s lounge. Minho, who is lounging on his bed with his laptop balanced on his stomach, barely glances up before sighing. 

"Jisung's at a lecture," he mutters. "You're fine."

That’s all the confirmation they need. They immediately shuffle inside, Felix closing the door behind them like he’s sealing off some top-secret mission. "We need your help," Felix announces, flopping dramatically onto the bed beside Minho.

Minho doesn’t look impressed. "Distracting Jisung while you two go on a date with Y/N?"

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. "Yep."

Minho hums, eyes flicking between them. Then, after a long pause, he smirks. "Pay up."

Felix frowns. "What?"

Minho sits up, shutting his laptop with a casual flick of his wrist. "If it was Y/N asking me, I’d do it for free. But you two fuckers? No way."

Hyunjin crosses his arms. "How much?"

Minho taps his chin thoughtfully. "Hundred thousand won. Then I can take Jisung out for dinner while you two are with his best friend."

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate. "Done."

Felix sighs dramatically. "We just got fucking extorted."

Minho grins. "I prefer the term paid for my valuable services."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes but pulls out his phone, sending over the money without even blinking. "There. You’re so welcome."

Minho hums, satisfied, then stretches like a cat. "Alright, now what?"

Felix leans forward. "Min, help us figure out a date."

Minho lets out the longest suffering sigh, tilting his head back against the headboard. "Fine." He cracks an eye open. "No fancy restaurants. Not her scene at all."

Felix nods. "Okay, actual ideas, not just 'no’s, please."

Minho smirks, sitting up properly this time. "She likes stars. There's the planetarium where you can rent out a private room that projects constellations on the ceiling. Make a cute little picnic, take her there, and bam, there you go."

Felix stares at him in awe. "I fucking love you."

Minho smirks. "I know." But then, his expression shifts, darkens. His gaze sharpens as he levels them with a look so deadly serious it actually sends a shiver down Felix’s spine. "But you two hurt her or upset her?"

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something dangerous.

"I will de-ball you both."

Felix swallows. "Message received, right, Hyun?"

Hyunjin nods solemnly. "Message fucking received."

Minho holds their gazes for a few seconds longer before he beams, all traces of threat vanishing like they never existed. "Good boys."

Felix exhales. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Hyunjin just mutters, "He’s terrifying."

Minho grins. "And don’t you forget it."

You’re rifling through your closet, pulling out options and tossing them onto your bed, lips pressed together in thought. You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing here, staring at the growing pile of rejected outfits, but it’s long enough that you’re starting to wonder if you even own clothes that qualify as date-worthy.

Then there’s a knock at your apartment door.

You hesitate for a second before closing the closet, brushing off imaginary lint from your leggings as you make your way to the door. When you swing it open, you’re met with Jeongin and Seungmin.

They stand there casually, like this is something they do all the time. Jeongin, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, rocks on his heels, while Seungmin adjusts the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder.

You blink at them. "Jeongin and Seungmin, right?"

They both nod.

"Can I help you?"

Jeongin grins. "Minho sent me to help you find an outfit for your date!"

Seungmin sighs dramatically, shaking his head. "And I was sent to babysit Jeongin, in case he ended up fucking your neighbour before he got here."

Your eyebrows lift slightly. "Ms. Seok is forty-five."

Seungmin nods. "Jeongin does not care."

Jeongin pouts. "Hey, fuck you. I have standards."

Seungmin deadpans. "You fucked a girl in the coat closet at a house party because she had a nice voice."

Jeongin crosses his arms. "She did have a nice voice."

You shake your head, stifling a laugh before stepping aside. "Come in."

Jeongin immediately heads toward your bedroom like he owns the place, pushing open the door and surveying the pile of clothes you’d already pulled out with a critical eye.

Seungmin, on the other hand, pauses near the kitchen. "You got anything to drink?"

You gesture toward the fridge. "Booze on the bottom shelf."

Seungmin tilts his head, considering you for a moment before nodding. "I like you."

You grin. "Thanks?"

Seungmin pulls open the fridge, eyes lighting up when he spots a half-empty bottle of soju. "Oh, hell yeah."

Jeongin hums as he rifles through your closet, occasionally letting out a pleased noise whenever he comes across something he likes. He pulls out a sequined dress at one point, holds it up to the light, then shakes his head and shoves it back in.

"Your closet is to die for," he mutters, shifting through the hangers with a keen eye. "And yet, whenever you're at the frat, you're in sweatpants."

Seungmin and you step into your bedroom just in time to hear that, and Seungmin snorts, leaning against your doorframe. "And Felix, Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin drool like horny goblins anyway."

You roll your eyes, sitting on the edge of your bed. "I hang out with Jisung and Minho. It’s not like I’m dressing up to impress them."

Jeongin turns away from the closet, flipping his hair dramatically. "And yet, the slutty little men you’re going on a date with?" He gestures vaguely. "You’ll dress up for them?"

You cross your arms. "You literally just said I only wear sweatpants at the frat. Which means I won’t go on a date in sweatpants"

Jeongin gasps. "A fair point."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "Just pick the damn outfit, fashionista."

Jeongin grins, then dives back into the closet like a man on a mission. Within seconds, he pulls out a black and blue tartan mini skirt, a pair of knee-high black platform boots, and a sleek black corset top with long sleeves that cinches at the waist. He spins around and holds them up like a proud parent showing off their child.

"This is your outfit," he announces. "Now go get changed so I can do your hair and makeup."

You stare at him for a long moment before turning to Seungmin, who doesn’t even hesitate before saying, "He’s a bossy little bitch. He’s on a power trip because he’s older than you."

Jeongin gasps, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. "Excuse me?! I am an artist."

Seungmin sips from the bottle of soju he stole from your fridge. "You’re a menace."

You shake your head, grabbing the outfit from Jeongin’s outstretched hands before heading toward your bathroom. "I swear to god, if I come out and you’ve somehow rearranged my closet, I’m locking you out."

Jeongin smirks. "No promises."

You sigh, closing the bathroom door behind you. The things you put up with.

You step out of the bathroom, the heavy click of your platform boots against the wooden floor drawing Jeongin and Seungmin’s attention immediately.

Jeongin, sprawled across your bed like he owns it, takes one look at you and gasps, hand flying to his chest. "Yes! Boobs are boobing, waist is waisting-"

Seungmin smacks the back of his head before he can continue. "Shut the fuck up and help the girl, pabo."

Jeongin pouts, rubbing his head, but immediately waves you over. "Come, sit. My work here is not yet done."

You settle into the chair he pulls out, letting him position you in front of your vanity mirror. He studies your reflection with the intense scrutiny of an artist before turning to Seungmin. "Hair. Up or down?"

Seungmin tilts his head, eyeing you thoughtfully. "Up, but with some loose strands."

Jeongin nods like he’s just received divine inspiration. "Agreed. Let’s get to work."

You sit still as he gathers your hair, nimble fingers securing it into a styled updo, leaving soft, loose strands framing your face. He fluffs them lightly, tilting his head as he studies his work. "Perfect."

Then he reaches for your makeup bag, pulling out what he needs with an expert’s precision. "Alright, gorgeous, time to make you a literal goddess."

He works quickly but carefully, blending, dabbing, and perfecting every little detail. He sharpens your eyeliner, darkens the corners of your eyes just enough to give them an alluring depth, and then adds a touch of shimmer, just subtle enough to catch the light when you move.

He steps back, admiring his work before grabbing a tube of gloss. "And now for the finishing touch." He swipes the gloss over your lips, then grins at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am too good."

Seungmin, now sitting on your bed, gives you an approving nod. "Alright. You look hot. They’re gonna lose their fucking minds."

Jeongin smirks, twirling the gloss in his fingers. "Mission accomplished."

You step out of your apartment, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you turn to wave off Seungmin and Jeongin. They’re climbing into Seungmin’s car, Jeongin leaning out of the passenger seat window with a shit-eating grin.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" Jeongin calls, wiggling his eyebrows.

Seungmin snorts as he buckles himself in. "That doesn’t rule out much. Really, that’s a tiny fucking list"

You shake your head, smiling as you cross your arms. "Just go already."

Jeongin blows a dramatic kiss before Seungmin pulls off, the car disappearing down the street. You exhale, shaking off the last of your nerves before the low hum of an approaching engine makes your stomach flip.

Hyunjin’s car glides smoothly to a stop in front of you, the sleek black vehicle gleaming under the streetlights. The moment the car stills, the passenger door swings open, and Felix hops out effortlessly, moving with the kind of grace that makes it look intentional.

His smile is bright as he steps around, pulling open the back door for you with a playful bow. "Your chariot awaits, princess."

Your breath catches slightly as you take him in properly. He’s dressed in a black fitted turtleneck layered under a sleek, oversized black blazer that drapes perfectly over his frame. His pants, wide-leg, two-toned cargo-style in beige and brown, cinch at the waist with a black leather belt, accentuating his sharp proportions. His hands, adorned with silver rings, gesture toward the open door as he tilts his head, strands of platinum blond hair falling over his forehead. A black choker necklace rests snugly against his throat, catching the dim glow of the streetlights.

You let out a small breath, suddenly very aware of your own outfit, and how much effort Jeongin had put into choosing it and Felix’s grin widens slightly as if he knows. "Come on, sweetheart. Don’t keep us waiting."

You step forward, sliding into the car, the scent of expensive cologne and leather instantly surrounding you. Felix follows, closing the door behind him as he settles in beside you, the warmth of his body noticeable even with the slight distance between you.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin glances at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes flicking over your outfit before a slow smirk tugs at his lips. "Fuck."

"What?"

Hyunjin shakes his head, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "You just look dangerous."

You swallow. "Dangerous?"

Felix laughs, resting an elbow on the centre console as he leans slightly closer. "Yeah, baby. You’re out here dressed to fucking kill."

You glance down at yourself, at the way the black and blue tartan mini skirt hugs your hips, the way the long-sleeve corset top cinches your waist, emphasizing every delicate curve. The knee-high platform boots add height, confidence, a sharp contrast to your usual softness.

Hyunjin’s gaze flicks from you to Felix, then back to the road. "She’s gonna ruin us."

Felix hums, adjusting one of his rings. "Oh, she already fucking is."

Hyunjin shifts slightly in his seat, and for the first time, you get a full view of his outfit. The oversized red cardigan drapes over his frame, the distressed, flame-like pattern adding a touch of recklessness to his otherwise effortless look. Underneath, the fitted black tank top clings to his torso, contrasting with the heavily distressed black jeans that stretch over his long legs. 

The rips and frayed details expose hints of skin, silver chains hanging loosely from the belt loops, matching the statement belt cinching his waist. His chunky black combat boots, adorned with silver chains, rest firmly against the floor of the car, completing the effortlessly Hyunjin aesthetic.

You exhale slowly. "You both look nice."

Hyunjin chuckles, shifting gears. "That’s fucking rich, coming from you."

Felix’s fingers tap lightly against your knee, his voice dropping slightly. "Nice is an understatement, sweetheart."

The warmth spreads through your skin at the soft rasp in his tone, but before you can say anything, Hyunjin puts the car into drive. "Buckle up," he murmurs, smirking. "Let’s get this date started."

The car ride is filled with quiet anticipation, the kind of charged silence that hums just beneath the surface, made heavier by the occasional glance Felix sneaks your way and the way Hyunjin’s fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel.

Felix keeps shifting beside you, adjusting the large picnic basket resting between his legs, his rings clinking lightly against the woven handle. Every time the car slows for a turn or a red light, he glances over, his dimpled smile never quite fading.

When they finally pull into the lot of the planetarium, the massive glass dome reflecting the city lights in a breathtaking shimmer, you feel a small bubble of excitement rise in your chest. Hyunjin parks smoothly, turning off the engine before stretching slightly, the sleeves of his oversized red cardigan slipping down his arms.

"Come on," Felix says brightly, hopping out of the car first. "We’ve got a room to ourselves, princess."

You step out, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, and follow them inside. The planetarium’s lobby is dimly lit, the faint blue glow of interactive screens casting soft hues onto the marble floors. The receptionist barely looks up as Hyunjin hands over the confirmation email, gesturing for you to head toward the private viewing rooms.

Felix adjusts his grip on the picnic basket, swinging it slightly as he walks beside you. "You ever been to one of these private rooms before?"

You shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "No, never."

Felix smirks. "Good. You’re in for a fucking treat."

Hyunjin pushes open the door to the room they rented, and the moment you step inside, your breath catches.

The ceiling above you isn’t just a projection of stars, it’s a full, shifting map of constellations, rotating slowly as if the entire universe has been condensed into this one, intimate space. The deep indigo sky is littered with bright specks of light, swirling galaxies stretching across the expanse in stunning clarity.

You exhale, eyes wide as you tilt your head back, completely mesmerized and Hyunjin chuckles, setting down the blanket he’s been carrying. "I knew she’d like it."

Felix grins, setting the picnic basket down before nudging your hip lightly. "You can keep staring, baby, but at least sit down so we can feed you."

You blink, reluctantly pulling your gaze away to look at them. Hyunjin is already spreading out the thick, plush blanket on the floor, smoothing out the edges before plopping down with an easy grace. Felix, ever the perfectionist, is fussing over the arrangement of the picnic basket and its contents, ensuring everything is positioned just right.

Felix glances up and pats the space beside him. "Come sit with us, pretty girl."

Your heart flutters at the softness in his voice, and you lower yourself onto the blanket, smoothing your skirt as you settle in.

Felix grins, flicking open the latch of the picnic basket before dramatically lifting the lid. "Ta-da!"

Inside, an impressive spread of food is neatly packed, sliced fruits, an assortment of cheeses, freshly baked pastries, chocolate-dipped strawberries, small containers of honey and jam, and a bottle of sparkling wine with three glass flutes carefully wrapped in cloth.

You stare at the display, lips parting slightly. "Felix, this is…"

Felix winks. "I do work in culinary, baby."

Hyunjin smirks, popping open the wine. "Yeah, he went a little overboard, but we’re not complaining."

Felix holds up a chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing lightly against yours as he smirks. "Eat up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need the energy."

Felix hands you the chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing against yours, and you take it with a small, grateful smile. The warmth of their attention lingers on you, both Hyunjin and Felix watching as you bring it to your lips. The moment stretches just a second too long, the weight of their gazes making your skin prickle, before you quickly drop your eyes to the spread of food before you.

Hyunjin pours the sparkling wine into each flute, the soft fizz filling the quiet space. He hands you a glass, then Felix, before lifting his own. “A toast,” he murmurs, voice lazy and smooth. “To our pretty guide through the universe tonight.”

Felix grins, clinking his glass against yours before taking a slow sip. “I like the sound of that.”

You swallow, shifting slightly where you sit. The dim light of the constellations overhead casts their features in a soft, celestial glow, Felix’s freckles illuminated like the stars themselves, Hyunjin’s dark eyes glinting like constellations you’ve studied a thousand times.

Your gaze drifts back up to the ceiling, and something in your chest loosens. “That one,” you say softly, pointing to a cluster of stars near the centre. “That’s Cygnus. The Swan.”

Felix follows your gaze, tilting his head. “Like an actual swan?”

You nod, setting your glass down beside you. “It’s part of the Summer Triangle, along with Vega and Altair. There are a few different myths about it, but my favourite is the one about Zeus and Nemesis.”

Hyunjin leans in slightly, resting an elbow on his knee. “Tell us.”

There’s something about the way he says it, something about how both of them are looking at you, waiting, their focus entirely yours. Your heart stutters, but you push past it.

You clear your throat gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “So, in the story, Zeus wanted Nemesis, but she didn’t want anything to do with him. She tried to escape, taking the form of different animals to hide from him, but he kept chasing her. Eventually, she turned into a swan, thinking it would finally throw him off, but Zeus-” You gesture toward the constellation. “-turned into a swan, too. He caught her, and from that, Helen of Troy was born.”

Felix whistles lowly. “Damn. That’s kinda fucked.”

You let out a small laugh. “Most myths are.”

Hyunjin tilts his head, studying the stars above you. “That’s wild, though. A whole constellation just up there, frozen in time because of some messed-up divine love chase.”

You nod, fingers tracing a small circle on the blanket. “That’s why I love them. The stories. Even the tragic ones. It’s like a history written in the sky.”

Felix hums, propping his chin on his palm as he watches you. “I like how you talk about it.”

You blink at him. “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin smirks slightly. “You get all soft when you explain things. It’s cute.”

Your breath hitches slightly, your fingers stilling against the fabric. The compliment settles warm in your chest, unexpected, unguarded.

Felix leans in, voice dropping to something sweeter. “It’s really nice, y’know? The way your voice gets all quiet and careful, like you’re telling us a secret.”

You swallow, shifting slightly. “It’s just something I like.”

Hyunjin’s gaze flickers over your face before he gestures back up. “What’s that one?”

Grateful for the redirection, you follow where he’s pointing. “That’s Cassiopeia.”

Felix raises an eyebrow. “That’s the one that looks like a W, right?”

You nod. “Yeah. She was a queen, but she was arrogant. She said she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs, and it pissed off Poseidon. So, as punishment, he sent a sea monster to destroy her kingdom. The only way to stop it was to sacrifice her daughter, Andromeda.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “Gods are so fucking dramatic.”

Felix grins. “Right? Ruining an entire kingdom just because some lady knew she was hot?”

You smile slightly. “Well, Andromeda didn’t actually die. Perseus saved her, and they fell in love.”

Felix wiggles his eyebrows. “Now that’s a love story.”

Hyunjin nudges your knee lightly. “What about us? You got a constellation for three people?”

Your breath catches slightly at the phrasing, and Hyunjin’s smirk widens like he knows.

You scan the ceiling quickly, mind sorting through the stories you’ve memorized. “Orion,” you say softly, gesturing upward. “It’s one of the most famous ones.”

Felix tilts his head, curious. “What’s the story?”

You hesitate, then smile faintly. “Orion was a great hunter. He was strong, beautiful, and had the favour of the gods. But there was a prophecy that said he’d be killed by something weaker than him. He laughed it off, until one day, a tiny scorpion stung him, and he died. The gods placed him in the sky, and Scorpius, the scorpion, was placed on the opposite side of the sky, so they’d never have to see each other again.”

Hyunjin lets out a low chuckle. “Felix is Orion.”

Felix gasps. “What?! Why am I Orion?”

Hyunjin grins. “Because you’re strong, beautiful, and a little too cocky for your own good.”

Felix groans, dramatically throwing himself back onto the blanket. “This is slander.”

You laugh, covering your mouth.

Hyunjin watches you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “She likes that.”

Felix perks up, turning to you with wide, expectant eyes. “You like bullying me?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! I just-”

Felix reaches out, gently tugging on the loose strand of hair framing your face. “I like when you laugh.”

The air shifts slightly, the warmth curling through your stomach.

Hyunjin leans in just a little, watching you closely. “So tell us more.”

Felix nods, tilting his head. “Yeah, princess. Tell us all your favourite stories.”

And so you do. You talk, and they listen. Hanging onto every word.

The sizzling sound of meat hitting the grill fills the air, the rich scent of beef and garlic-heavy marinades wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Jisung sits across from Minho in their favourite BBQ restaurant, chopsticks twirling idly in his fingers as he studies his boyfriend with narrowed eyes.

"Not that I’m complaining," he says, plucking a piece of pork belly from the grill and dipping it into sesame oil, "but why the sudden date night?"

Minho, the picture of nonchalance, flips a piece of beef with precise movements, watching it char perfectly before answering. "What? I can’t just want to spoil my boyfriend?"

Jisung squints, chewing slowly as he leans forward. "You can. But I know you. And you, my love, are full of shit."

Minho scoffs, clicking his tongue. "Wow, okay. Accusations already? We just started eating."

Jisung tilts his head, not buying it for a second. "What are you hiding?"

Minho’s eyes stay firmly on the grill. "Nothing!"

Jisung narrows his eyes further. "You’re lying."

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you fucking are."

Minho lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he picks up a perfectly cooked piece of meat and places it on Jisung’s plate. "Eat, baby."

Jisung glares at him but eats it anyway because free food. The silence stretches for a moment as Minho continues tending to the grill with his usual precision, flipping and cutting the meat with expert hands.

Jisung watches him for a long moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine. No blowjobs for a month."

Minho doesn’t even flinch. He just nods, completely unaffected. "Okay."

Jisung gapes at him. "The fuck?!"

Minho shrugs. "What?"

"No protest?! No nothing?!"

Minho picks up his own chopsticks, calmly plucking a piece of grilled mushroom and popping it into his mouth. "Nope."

Jisung slams his chopsticks down. "You’re hiding something, you fucking rat."

Minho, completely unbothered, takes a sip of his beer. "I’m really not."

Jisung crosses his arms. "Two months."

For the first time, Minho’s eye twitches. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but Jisung sees it.

"Aha!" Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "That was a fucking tell!"

Minho takes another sip of his beer, his fingers tapping lightly against the bottle, jaw clenching ever so slightly. "It was not."

"It fucking was!"

"No, it wasn’t."

Jisung leans back, smirking now. "Two months, baby."

Minho exhales slowly, setting his bottle down a little too carefully. "You’re so fucking annoying."

"And you’re fucking hiding something."

Minho picks up a lettuce wrap, stuffing it into Jisung’s mouth before he can say anything else. "Chew, my love."

Jisung glares but obeys, still chewing when Minho suddenly speaks again. "Fine. Two months? Whatever. Do your worst. Sweetheart, I can outlast you."

Jisung stares at him and Minho stares back.

Jisung shifts in his seat. "You’re bluffing."

Minho smiles. "Am I?"

Jisung swallows. "You’re bluffing."

Minho doesn’t blink. "Try me."

Jisung’s hands tighten around his chopsticks. "You’re a monster."

Minho hums, picking up another piece of meat. "And you’re an idiot who made a bet you can’t win."

Jisung’s entire body stiffens. He sets his chopsticks down with deliberate precision, eyes locking onto Minho’s with newfound determination. "No dick sucking for three months."

Minho, who had been reaching for his beer, pauses mid-motion. His eyes flick up, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of something that isn’t cocky amusement. "Jisung."

Jisung smirks. "Yeah?"

Minho lets out a slow breath, setting the beer down without taking a sip. "Felix and Hyunjin are on a date with Y/N."

Jisung stops breathing.

Minho tilts his head. "I can’t not have my dick sucked for three months. That’s just cruel of you."

Jisung wheezes. His chair scrapes against the floor as he grabs the edge of the table, knuckles white. "Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna pass out."

Minho smirks, poking at the grill with his tongs like this is just a normal conversation. "Breathe, baby."

"SHE NEEDS A CHAPERONE," Jisung practically shrieks, gripping the table like he’s about to flip it. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"

Minho sighs, flipping a piece of pork belly. "That your best friend should be allowed to be wined, dined, and double cream pied in peace."

Jisung gags. Loudly.

Minho doesn’t even blink. "You okay, baby?"

Jisung’s entire face twists in horror. "I am going to fucking die."

"Dramatic," Minho hums, plucking a perfectly cooked piece of meat and placing it on his plate. 

Jisung slaps a hand over his forehead. "Minho, she is too soft for those two degenerates!"

Minho shrugs, sipping his beer. "She’s got them wrapped around her little fucking finger. They’re the ones in danger, honestly."

Jisung groans, shoving a piece of meat into his mouth aggressively. "I hate everything."

Minho smiles. "I know, baby."

Hyunjin parks the car smoothly in the frat house driveway, the soft purr of the engine dying down as the three of you sit in a comfortable, lingering silence. The date had been perfect, from the soft glow of the constellations above you to the way Felix and Hyunjin had kept you warm between them, stealing little touches and lingering glances. Even now, your skin still tingles from their attention, the warmth of their presence settling into you like a second skin.

But the peace doesn’t last. Because standing in the driveway, waiting like a furious little housewife, is Jisung. In a bathrobe. With his hair wrapped in a towel. Tapping his slipper-covered foot against the pavement, arms crossed so tightly across his chest that he looks like he’s physically restraining himself from launching into orbit.

Felix is the first to react, his grip tightening slightly on your thigh as he lets out a low whistle. "Oh, shit."

You blink, watching the sheer rage radiating off Jisung like an impending storm. "It’s fine," you murmur, completely calm. "If he says anything, just tell him you’ll tell his eomma his nipples are pierced."

Felix stares at you like you’ve just handed him the fucking Ark of the Covenant. "You beautiful little genius."

You smile just slightly, and before you can even process what’s happening, Felix is leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in an excited, impulsive kiss. It’s warm, eager, and filled with so much amusement that you can’t help but kiss him back, fingers tangling briefly in the fabric of his blazer.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin watches through the rearview mirror, his smirk widening. "God, that’s hot."

Jisung gasps, his hands flying up to clutch his chest like a scandalized Victorian widow. "Disgusting! Stop that!"

Felix pulls away with a lazy grin, licking his lips as he winks at Jisung. "What? You jealous, Ji? You wanna kiss me too?"

Jisung screeches, whipping around to point aggressively at Minho, who is now standing on the front porch, leaning against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this entire fucking moment.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Jisung yells, eyes wild. "You taught her how to FLIRT!"

Minho just smirks, crossing his arms. "Damn right, I did."

Felix grins as he tugs you closer, still buzzing from the high of your kiss. You’re barely out of the car when Hyunjin suddenly stretches, rolls his shoulders, then tilts his head at you with that telltale smirk. 

"My turn," he murmurs, stepping in close before you can even register what’s happening.

His fingers tilt your chin up, and then he’s kissing you, soft at first, a gentle press of lips that lingers just enough to send warmth curling through your chest. But then his other hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens. There’s something entirely Hyunjin about it, slow and teasing, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for anything else in your mind except for him.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Jisung’s horrified shriek shatters the moment, echoing through the entire front yard. "DISGUSTING! NO! I AM BEING HAUNTED IN REAL TIME!" He dramatically slaps both hands over his eyes, spinning away from the sight like it physically burns him. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?"

Felix, still breathless from watching the kiss, immediately starts cackling, doubling over in laughter as Minho sips his tea, giggling behind the rim. "I love this movie," Minho murmurs, eyes crinkling with amusement.

Hyunjin pulls back, licking his lips, looking very pleased with himself as he watches you process what just happened. "Yeah," he says smugly, "that was a good one."

Jisung makes a high-pitched, dying animal noise. "STOP IT! STOP SPEAKING! I CAN STILL SEE IT IN MY BRAIN!"

Felix wipes at his eyes, still grinning as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Suck it up, buttercup," he teases. "Your best friend? She’s our girlfriend now. Right, baby?*"

You blink, turning to him, caught off guard by the casual way he says it. "That was such a romantic way of asking," you say dryly.

Felix’s grin widens. "Well?"

"Okay."

Felix’s dimples pop as he beams, and Hyunjin, who has been watching you closely, grins, eyes lighting up.

Jisung shrieks. Again. "NO! I REFUSE! UNDO IT! UNSAY IT! I’M NOT LISTENING!" He covers his ears, spinning in place like a malfunctioning NPC. "THIS DID NOT HAPPEN!"

The frat house door slams open, and Chan and Changbin poke their heads out, both squinting into the dim light. "Oh, come the fuck on!" Chan yells, arms thrown up.

Changbin scowls. "Are you fucking serious?"

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Chan groans. "You two were already in a fucking relationship! And now you’ve snatched up Y/N too?"

Changbin crosses his arms. "Do you two ever leave anything for the rest of us?"

Hyunjin smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nope."

Felix nods in agreement. "Not even a little bit."

Jisung groans, yanking the towel off his head and throwing it to the ground in despair. "I hate everything about tonight."

Minho sips his tea. "I love everything about tonight."

Changbin crosses his arms. "This is some bullshit."

"Cry about it," Hyunjin murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

Chan groans. "Unfair. Un-fucking-fair."

You smile softly, warmth spreading through you as Felix squeezes your shoulder.

"Too bad, hyungs," Felix teases. "She’s ours now."

Jisung groans loudly as you slot yourself between Felix and Hyunjin, their arms immediately wrapping around you like you belong there because apparently, you fucking do now.

"This is a nightmare," Jisung mutters, rubbing his temples like he’s getting the worst migraine of his life. "An actual, living nightmare."

Felix grins, resting his chin on your shoulder, while Hyunjin presses a casual kiss to the top of your head, clearly basking in the chaos. "Love you too, Ji," Felix sing-songs, his fingers idly toying with the hem of your skirt.

Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "YOU shut the fuck up before I start throwing hands!"

Felix only laughs, dimples on full display as he tightens his hold around you. "What’s got you so upset, Ji? You jealous?"

"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Jisung shrieks, throwing his hands in the air. "I am CONCERNED! And BETRAYED! And-" He turns sharply toward Minho. "THIS IS STILL YOUR FAULT!"

Minho, sipping his tea like this is the most entertainment he’s had in years, raises an eyebrow. "Oh? My fault?"

"YES!" Jisung jabs a finger at him. "You fucking taught her how to flirt and now she’s out here, batting her pretty little eyes at TWO WHORE DEMONS!"

Hyunjin gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Wow, Jisung. Whore demons? That’s so rude."

"Well, it’s not wrong, is it?!" Jisung shouts.

Chan groans from the porch, running a hand through his already messy hair. "So you two stop being whores and immediately get a hot girlfriend?"

Felix snorts. "Sounds about right."

Changbin crosses his arms, glaring. "That’s fucking unfair."

Felix hums, resting his weight against you. "We must have racked up some good karma in our past lives."

Changbin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Good, because the pair of you better be fucking ugly in your next life."

Hyunjin smirks, tilting his head. "Impossible."

Jisung shrieks louder. "YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST!"

Minho, sipping his tea in pure, unfiltered amusement, hums. "This is the best day of my life."

Jisung whirls on him, face twisted in horror. "You enabled this. You encouraged this."

Minho shrugs. "I set my friend up for success. Sue me."

Jisung groans, stomping his slipper-covered foot against the driveway. "Oh my fucking god, I hate everyone."

Felix leans in, grinning. "Not us, right, Ji?"

Jisung screams into his hands.

Chan groans, rubbing at his temples. "I need a drink."

Changbin nods. "Same."

Hyunjin kisses the top of your head again, murmuring just for you to hear, "You still good, pretty girl?"

You nod softly, warmth curling in your chest at the way they hold you between them like something precious. "I’m good."

Felix smiles against your shoulder. "Yeah, baby, you are."

Minho, still drinking his fucking tea, watches the chaos with pure satisfaction. "God, I love my life."

Jisung groans louder.

And as the night stretches on, the world filled with bickering, teasing, and chaotic found-family bullshit, you realize, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

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[saeist]

a/n: alternate universe where touya didn't go insane and goes to UA :] dedicated to the loml @saerins cus we're on our touya brainrot + went a little insane with this instead...

"jesus doll, excited now are we?" touya muses, a smirk on his lips as he lets you push him inside your small and cramped bathroom.

rolling your eyes, you motioned him to sit down on the toilet lid while you prepare the shower. making sure the water is just the right temperature or else you might burn touya's head off when you rinse the hairdye off his hair

"is this the part where you remove your shirt and i suck on a titty?" touya says more of a statement rather than a cheeky question. you stop yourself from hitting the boy that has his signature lopsided smirk with the shower head you were currently holding

with an exasperated sigh and a pinch to your nose bridge, you answer him

"just shut up for once, touya. besides, won't your dad kill you if he found out you're dying your hair black? or did you forget that he almost kicked you out of the house when he saw your piercings for the first time?" you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend who decided at the last minute to dye his hair as a sign of "rebellion against his "uptight, stick far up his ass dad" his words, not yours

"he can manage" touya huffs, scoffing at the memory of his dad yelling at him for acting and starting to look like a good for nothing delinquent or in endeavour's words, a villain. "it's not like it's my duty to keep our image of a "perfect family". if only the rest of the world knew what its like to have endeavor as your deadbeat dad!"

touya and endeavour never really got a long per say.. at least that's what touya tells you whenever he had a shit day training with endeavor. days where he would train with his dad were usually days where he'd opt to spend the night at your dorm. away from all the chaos inside the todoroki estate that he unfortunately refers to as his home

but to touya, at the end of the day, you are his home. his peace, his serenity, his anchor in this world where hell could break loose at any given moment

"don't give me that look, doll" touya sighs, shoulders dropping when he noticed you were staring at him.

"i just don't want to see you hurt all over again. you almost gave me a heart attack that one time when you showed up here unannounced" you pout, letting touya slowly wrap his arms around your waist.

touya’s arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “i can handle the old man. it’s his problem if he can’t accept me for who i am,” he mutters, resting his forehead against your stomach

"i mean, he already stopped giving a shit when he realized i can't withstand my flames, so who am i to give a shit back after everything he did to me?" touya continues, his grip tightening

you run your fingers through his hair gently, feeling the warmth of his presence. “shhh, we already talked about this" you shush him, "all i'm saying is that i just want you to be safe, touya. i can’t stand seeing you hurt,” you whisper, your voice tinged with worry.

he looks up at you, his usual smirk replaced with a rare, sincere expression. “i know, doll. i know." touya presses light kisses on your stomach, "but I have to be true to myself, even if it means pissing off endeavor” he chuckles, the pads of his thumb rubbing circles on your exposed skin

you both stay in that position in silence for a bit. just finding comfort with each other's presence. just the way touya likes it. nice and quiet. a contrast to his daily hellish life back at his own home

that is until touya starts to feel his scalp burn a little

"okay fun time's over, doll. my scalp's startin' to kill me here" touya shudders, slowly unwrapping his arms around you as he reaches for the shower head in your hand.

you stifle in your laughter watching him make a fuss inside your cramped bathroom.

that is until, you remembered that your bathroom tiles were pearly white and if he's rinsing off black hairdye then–

"TOUYA MY TILES!" you let out a screech

"too late, doll" touya pokes his tongue out at you, hair dye getting all over your walls and cold tiles.

you were gonna pay one hefty fine if you don't clean this shit up as soon as possible.

now, touya sits on your bed. drying his freshly dyed jet black hair with a towel and you're not even gonna lie to yourself. he looked a little too good for your liking. touya has always been a looker himself but with this new hairdo.. oh lord

"why are you looking at me like you want to eat me?" touya chuckles, hanging the now stained towel around his neck as he leans back on your bed with his elbows propped. he was giving you bedroom eyes, quite literally and figuratively.

what a tease!

"nothing. just making sure that i'm still talking to touya and not his emo alter ego dabi" you mused, plopping down on your bed next to him.

touya laughs at your comment. eyes turning into crescent moons

“thanks for everything, y/n,” touya says softly, voice full of genuine love and appreciation.

your heart swells at the sight of touya like this. you would move mountains if you could just to see touya– your touya happy.

"i love you, touya" you lean in for a kiss. to which touya happily returns the favor.

"i love you more than life, doll." touya smiles lazily against the kiss, cranking his neck to the side for more access as he deepens the kiss.

moments like these with you is when touya feels like he's on top of the world and he hopes it will forever stay like this cause to touya, he can face anything the world throws at him when he knows you'll be there right by his side

[bitchface24-7]

Can you make a cute Drabble with Jayce x Milf!Baker reader? Please🩷🩷

SUGAR & SPICE - JAYCE X READER

synopsis: Jayce remembers how hard life was when his mama and him moved into Piltover. He also remembers the first friend his mama made. You.

warnings: age gap (Jayce is 20, you're 42), Jayce thinks mom's best friend is hot, pathetic!Jayce low-key, Jayce is good at following demands, Jayce is friends with your son (random oc but I'll let y'all know I thought about somehow making Viktor your son 💀), infidelity (your oc husband cheats on you), masturbation mention, cut to sex, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding kink

genre: m/f

p.s. Y'all this was fun, I didn't expect to do a reverse age gap but omg… it kinda slays ngl. Hope y'all enjoy!

EDIT: I DID NOT SEE THE WORD CUTE, I SAW THE WORD MILF AND ASSUMED SMUT. MY BRAIN WENT TO HORNY JAIL, MY BAD YALL HOPE YOU STILL ENJOY 💀

Jayce remembers how hard life was when his mama and him moved into Piltover. He also remembers the first friend his mama made. You were a few years her junior, his mama was twenty-eight, and you were twenty-two. He remembers his little eight year old brain being so excited when he first walked into the bakery you owned. You made the best food ever, and it was on the house! Ever since then, Jayce has been infatuated with you.

It’s been twelve years now and that infatuation is still there. When he was younger, his mama teased him. You would just smile and give him a big ‘ol hug and give him an obnoxious kiss on his cheek. When a perfect lipstick stain was left behind, he tried his best to keep it as long as he could.

Unfortunately, he always had to get rid of it before bed. His mama made it apparent that brushing his teeth and cleaning his face before bed was vital to stay healthy.

He remembers you crying when you were twenty-five, telling his mama how your ugly husband was seeing another lady. He couldn't imagine. You're so pretty, and kind, and you make amazing food. Jayce couldn't imagine a better person to marry. You also had a son who was just about to turn three, his name was Xavier.

Now, he tries his best to keep his infatuation with you under wraps, sometimes it doesn't work. You've aged gracefully. A few fine lines, strands of grey hair amongst richly coloured locks. You're beautiful.

You'll always be beautiful.

Xavier is a kind boy, always helping you out in the bakery. Jayce has kinda taken the boy under his wing. He's only eight years older than him but still, it’s the thought that counts.

Jayce's dad died when he was small, and Xavier’s dad is a deadbeat. Sometimes, when Xavier has questions, he goes to Jayce. Which makes sense, Jayce has been Xavier’s babysitter for as long as he can remember.

You always cup Jayce's cheek and give him a small kiss on his other cheek in your thanks. No matter what it is. Helping you in the bakery. Kiss. Helping you with Xavier. Kiss. Keeping you company as you clean the house, even getting Jayce to help you with certain tasks. Kiss.

Jayce swears one day he's going to go insane with all the kisses he gets. He uses the remembrance of how warm your hands are, how soft your lips feel, and how your lipstick no matter the shade; always leaves an imprint behind, to jerk himself raw.

One day, all of Jayce's fantasies come true.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You've known Jayce since he was a boy. So cute, with kind eyes, a squeaky voice, and helpful personality.

He was so shy around you, and it didn't help Ximena teased him. Now, now Jayce is a man.

He looks at you the way a man does.

He's an adult now, tall, broad, handsome. He's the perfect man. He's still kept all his kindness, helpfulness, and sweetness from when he was younger. He's just a stunning man now instead of a cute kid.

Sometimes you feel your panties dampen at his dark looks. His strength when he helps you move things, how good he is with Xavier.

If only you met a man like Jayce all those years ago and had his kid instead. You would’ve been a much happier, and much more satisfied woman.

You always feel so guilty about your thoughts. He's your best friends son, you've known him since he was little, this is taboo. It’s wrong.

You know all these things, so you’re very confused on how things turned out this way.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Xavier is away, staying at a friends house for a sleepover. You’re in your kitchen baking some last minute products for your bakery. You’re in a simple black form fitting dress. Not too restrictive so you can’t move, but not baggy so it hinders your baking or accidentally puts you in danger. You have a simple white apron on, and you have Jayce’s lovely company.

The product is put into the oven, and a fifteen minute timer is set. You huff, trying your best to dust any flour off you as Jayce laughs at you. You shoot him a playful glare.

“You think this is funny? Fine, I guess you shouldn’t get anymore of my treats.”

Jayce whines, slumping onto the kitchen nook, his eyes big and pleading, “I was only joking. Please don’t take the treats away.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Jayce pouts, “I already said it.”

Your tone is firmer now, and Jayce struggles to hide a shiver of arousal, “The other one.”

Jayce gulps, “S— sorry.”

You smile sweetly at him, “There it is.”

The two of you chat some more before a comfortable silence befalls you two. Out of nowhere Jayce asks a strange question, “Have you been seeing anyone?”

You almost drop the tray of hot product as you take it out of the oven, “Jayce! Why would you ask such a question?!”

He shrugs, “Why not? I can’t ever remember you bringing someone along with you for any events.”

You sigh, rubbing your forehead, “Many men aren’t interested in fathering a son that isn’t there’s. I had Xavier to worry about, and I have you and your mum. That’s all I need. Besides, I’m much too old now. Men my age want women in their twenties.”

Jayce looks you up and down, his eyes appreciating every curve of your body, “Men in their twenties want women in their forties.”

You laugh.

Jayce isn’t.

You truly don’t know how you ended up where you did.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Here you are on your queen sized bed as Jayce pounds away at your pussy. You’re in a mating press, your knees digging into your shoulders. Your tits bounce with each thrust.

God his cock is magnificent. It’s thick and long, it’s hitting your g-spot every time. It’s bruising your cervix.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your life.

Every command you give him, Jayce executes it perfectly. Faster. Harder. Shift a little to the right. Everything is done with an almost insane accuracy. You’re doing to cum all over your best friends sons cock and you don’t feel guilty anymore.

Not while he’s fucking you this good.

“Fuck—“ Jayce groans, his tone a deep rumble, “I wish I was born earlier. I wish I was the one that met you when you were a teen. I wish I was the one who dated you and married you. I wish I was the one that fucked you so good and knocked you up. Can I? Can I cum inside? Maybe we can give Xavier a little sibling, he’s been complaining to me about how lonely he is. Your ex-husband is a dumbass, you’re the perfect woman with the perfect pussy.”

You moan loudly at that, thankful your son isn’t home.

You’re gonna cum, you’re so close.

“Jayce!” You cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pant open mouthed, “Rub my clit. Please rub my clit. Fast rough circles. If you get me to cum before you do, I’ll let you drain your balls dry into my pussy.”

With that declaration, Jayce does exactly as he’s told, his fingers feel like heaven. He doesn’t change the speed of his thrusts, but he goes a hint harder; and you see stars.

You wail as your orgasm overcomes you, your vision blacking out for a few seconds. Jayce gasps at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, “Can I— can I—“

You grab his face and bring him close, the tips of your noses touching, “Cum inside me.”

With a loud groan, he does. You pull him down and kiss him passionately. The two of you are exhausted, but extremely satisfied.

By the look in Jayce’s eye as he lays next to you, there’s going to be a few more rounds tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day.

You did give him a promise to drain his balls dry after all, and that’ll take a while.

As long as Ximena never finds out, you two will be okay.

… This was F R E A K Y

Hope y’all enjoyed it! This was a blast to write. Love ya ❤️

[oneforthemunny]

hold my heart and watch it burn |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|

prompt: your first christmas apart and it's proving to be a lot harder and lonelier than you thought.

contains: i mean, you know i'm gonna write christmas angst lmao. so angst. divorce. ex-husband!eddie. dad!eddie. mentions of loneliness. of fighting. language. holiday blues. divorce blues. just sad but a little better at the end? maybe? kinda?

"Jude!" Your voice drops, breathy with a stern hiss that your eight year old ignored, running ahead through the crowds of people bustling through the ridiculously busy Starcourt Mall.

Lucy's small hand in yours, you pulled her through the crowds of people, dodging a woman and her twenty shopping bags that swung when she turned, nearly taking you out.

"Jude Wayne, stop." A rare tone of your voice came out, void of it's usual lightness that you always used with the kids- a tone that you usually reserved for their father.

"Woah," Your shoulders tensed, fighting back a grimace at the squeal Lucy let out, wringing her hand out of your grip. Speak of the devil, you thought, lips pursing to hold back the snarl you wanted to give. You wouldn't, not in front of the kids, no- you'd keep it civil for them, even though you wanted to smack the smug, dimpled grin that greeted you when you did finally look at him.

"Hi, sweetheart." Eddie hummed, eyes rolling over your figure, hoisting Lucy on his hip.

Your lips twisted, fighting back an eye roll. "Hi," You snapped curtly, turning to Jude, bending at your knees to get to his level. "Jude, you can't run through the mall, honey. You have to stay with me-"

"-Ah, he was just excited, baby." Eddie grinned, nodding at the young boy, who looked so much like him. "Weren't you, Jude?"

"Yeah, Mama." Jude nodded, lips curling in a positively sweetly devious grin- just like his Daddy's. You could feel your heart melting already. "I just want to see Santa. I hafta tell him the things on my list or he'll-"

"-You will, Jude." You sighed, the start of a headache pulsating dully at the base of your skull. "We'll walk to the line right now, and you both can tell Santa what you want, ok?"

Jude nodded, still walking ahead in quick, excited steps. Your eyes cut to Eddie, looking past him towards Lucy. "Surprised you showed up on time." Your tone clipped, quiet enough that the kids couldn't hear but that he did.

Eddie scoffed, a snort of air. "Showed up on time to see my kids? That's not very nice." Eddie's tone stayed light though his eyes narrowed when they looked at you.

"The truth isn't always nice, is it?" You quipped, turning forward to look at Jude.

"You act like I don't come to every thing they do." Eddie retaliated, a low hiss in his tone that left your jaw clenching with a familiar bubbling rage. "Really trying to make me into the deadbeat dad, hm?"

"I can't make you into anything." You scoffed. "But if the shoe fits-"

"-You're really doin' this?" Eddie's voice dropped, jaw ground tight with irritation. "Really? Today you're gonna start this?"

"I'm not starting anything." You snapped, a little louder than you meant to, eyeing Jude and Lucy carefully. "You're the one who's usually late to things. It's a fact."

Eddie scoffed, a light airy laugh leaving his lips that made your blood boil, nails digging into your balled fists. "Please. You think I don't know what this is about?"

"What?" You snapped, brows furrowed at him.

"Oh, c'mon, you're pissed about Trina." Eddie turned, looking at you fully.

You knew he had to see the way your heart dropped, sinking into a burning pit in your belly, filled with ache.

Trina was a bartender at The Hideout, she'd been one since you and Eddie had started going, and one you'd always felt a little wary of. The way she'd giggle and bat her eyes at Eddie- she'd been a catalyst to a few fights when you were still together.

Last Saturday morning, Eddie was late coming to the house to get the kids.

"Rough night?" You giggled, his hair wild, eyes puffy with lack of sleep- a look you'd seen too many times before, one that was always a sign he was hungover.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot to set my alarm last night. I went out, and got a little... ya know," Eddie had muttered, running a hand down his face. "Had to shower because I smelt like smoke and didn't want Lucy's allergies actin' up, and I had to take Trina to her apartment, then I had to get gas, and-"

"-Trina?" You'd nearly spat. "From-From The Hideout, Trina?"

"Yeah, we, uh, we kinda went out last night." Eddie wouldn't meet your eyes, looking anywhere but at you. "I mean, you've been goin' on dates, and... ya know." He lifted his hand, nervously running his fingers through his bangs, a habit he'd always had.

You noticed the gold band missing from his left hand for the first time since your wedding, stomach dropping as he walked in, greeted by your children's excited squeals.

You were sick in the bathroom after that.

Now, your stomach still flipped, still burned with a familiar nauseating ache. Standing in line, trying to feign excitement listening to Jude and Lucy babble on and on about what they wanted Santa to bring them, trying to ignore the spiraling thoughts that consumed your mind.

The same thoughts that kept you up at night, tear stained cheeks pressed into the pillow next to yours, that still smelled like Eddie- the one he'd slept on three nights before his date with Trina. Did he know he was going out with her when he laid there next to you? Was he thinking of her when he had slid into you that same night? When he kissed you so fiercely, so full of love that it left you dizzy, did he wish it was her instead?

A piercing wail of a infant cut through your thoughts, taking another zombie like step towards the front of the line. Jude was bouncing, eyes so wide an intense, honed in on the older man in a red suit juggling the screaming baby to a photo.

"What're you gonna ask for Luce?" Eddie hummed, bouncing the four year old on his hip with a grin.

"Play Doh," Lucy gave a toothy smile. "The ones where you can make the rings." She shoved her chubby finger towards Eddie with emphasis.

"Oh, you gonna make some rings for Daddy?" Eddie grinned, glowing from the inside out- damn him, he was a good dad. Your heart fluttered when he wiggled his own fingers at her playfully, rings shining dully under the white Christmas lights of the mall. "I've been needin' some new ones."

Lucy laughed, silly infectious giggles that had your lips tugging in a grin, your hand smoothing over the wool of Jude's jacket. "You ready Luce? You're next." You cooed, stepping up to the bright candy caned line.

A bored teenage 'elf' looked at you with a less than jolly expression, waving them over as the kids ahead went bounding towards the mall Santa.

"Stay with Jude. Hold her hand, Jude. We'll be right over here." Your voice tightened, not moving until her hand was in his, scampering towards the next marker. "Smile pretty!"

"C'mon," Eddie muttered, his hand softly on the small of your back. "They're good."

You glared at him, huffing and pulling away from his grasp. "Don't talk to me like that."

Eddie sighed, tired and bored. "Like what?"

"Like that," You sneered, voice low as you stood behind the gate with the other parents, watching their kids as they told Santa their lists. "You don't have to be so condescending."

"Condescending." Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, just like that." You snarled, turning away from him, lips in a tight, annoyed line. "Like you always are."

Eddie nodded, slowly, tongue running on the inside of his cheek. There was a tense pause, both of you looking forward wordlessly.

"Look, I don't know what pissed you off so bad, if it's the Trina thing or-"

"-Can you not do this?" You bit in a hushed hiss. "Watch your kids. Don't make this about us." Your chin jerked towards Jude and Lucy, who were too enthralled with climbing on the fake sleigh to look back at two of you, which you were thankful for.

Eddie laughed humorlessly, an airy, unamused snort of air and you could feel him stiffening beside you. "Fine."

The eye roll you gave was so fierce it left you with a headache between the brows, fingers tapping on your crossed arms, trying to ignore him- to be present for your kids, enjoy and embrace the moment, but dammit was it hard. When he always had to have the last fucking word. Flashbacks of countless fights spun through your mind like a rolodex.

You managed enough cheer to mask the tension, greeting Jude and Lucy with their waving candy canes. "Did you tell Santa what you wanted?" You cooed, a hand running over Lucy's head.

"Yeah," Jude hugged your waist. "I told him I'd been really good, but will you tell him too, Mama? When you talk to him later."

You smiled, warm with content at his childlike innocence. "Of course." You nodded. "Let me pay for your photo and you can take it to Papa Wayne-"

"-I got it." Eddie muttered, still not looking at you, already flicking through the bills of his wallet, handing them to the cashier dressed like a elf.

"Let me pay you my half." You frowned, slinging your purse forward, pulling the zipper.

Eddie shook his head with an eye roll, nodding at the cashier, before stepping to the side. He sifted through the change in his palm, plucking out two quarters and handing them to Lucy and Jude. "Here, go get something out of the gumball machine."

Lucy and Jude squealed with excitement, bounding towards the array of candy and toy machines in the middle of the mall, ignoring your shout of warning.

"They already have a candy cane." You looked at Eddie with a bored expression. "So you're giving them more sugar?"

"Jesus Christ, it's the holidays." Eddie huffed. "Thought this was your favorite holiday?"

"It is." You countered, arms crossing over your frame defensively.

"Then quit bein' so mean." Eddie shook his head. "Just 'cause you're pissed at me."

"I'm not pissed at you." Your lips pressed in a hard line. "Not everything is about you."

Eddie let out a laugh, teetering on mocking and mean. "I- you know what, I give up." He shook his head. "Stay in your foul mood, whatever."

His hand fell on the white envelope on the counter, pulling the small photo out, handing it to you. "Here. Merry Christmas." His words fell flat, filled with irritation. "I'll have them back by eight tonight."

You fought back a snarl, looking at the grinning face of your children on the glossy photo, two identical smiles that reminded you so much of the man you loved- used to love.

"C'mon, let's go see Papa." Eddie clapped, grinning at the kids. "Tell Mama bye." His eyes met your with a forced grin, teeth nearly baring at you.

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, bending to hug each of them, pressing a kiss to their cheeks. "Be good, ok? Tell Papa I said hi."

Your eyes met Eddie's, a beat of silence between both of you, nearly challenging the other to speak first, to admit defeat. Neither of you did.

Eddie gave a curt nod, turning in the opposite direction with your children through the ever growing crowd.

You felt incredibly lonely, walking to your car silently, a sinking feeling in the pit of your tummy.

"Fuck-" Your fingers brushing the tip of the box, pushing it further back onto the shelf, away from your grasp.

Your annoyed huff echoed off the concrete of the garage walls, settling back on your tip toes. "Are you fuckin' serious? Ed-" Your words were strangled in your throat, heart dropping with sudden realization.

He wasn't here.

You should've been used to it by now. The house was empty, quiet even with the stereo playing. You'd turned it on, shoved a worn Christmas cassette tape in and tried to drown out the miserable silence that filled the house.

It used to be a tradition, just for the two of you. You and Eddie would drop the kids off at Wayne's going back home to wrap all the gifts you'd hidden. Eddie was always in charge of that, hiding them in the hard to reach, clever places around the house. You'd make hot toddies on the stove, Eddie would put on your favorite Christmas cassette without asking, and you'd spend the evening wrapping gifts.

Your first Christmas, Eddie had been so excited, positively beaming as you wrapped little onesies and teething toys- small gifts for Jude, but Eddie still boasted with pride. "Can you believe we're really doin' this? We're parents. Real parents wrapping real gifts for our real kid. Isn't- That's just fuckin' insane."

Now, you were alone, wrapping gifts for your kids and filling out the gift tag just to them for the first time in years.

The feeling was anything but joyful, sitting on your couch alone while Rudolph played lowly in the background. The hot toddy you'd made didn't nearly lift your spirits the way you hoped. No, if anything, it only made you feel worse.

Maybe it had been a mistake- the divorce. The thought had consumed you since you'd heard about Trina. Maybe Eddie was right, maybe the divorce was too much. Maybe you should have gone to therapy instead. Why else would you be feeling like this? Alone and miserable and full of regret. Were you just jealous? Was it the longer, darker days and colder weather messing with your mind? Or was it really that you-

"Hellooooooo!" Jude's sing-songy scream had you jumping, the hot liquid sloshing over the edge of the mug, splashing on to your reindeer printed pajamas.

"In here." Your voice was tight, not passing for the cheery tone you were hoping.

Two sets of feet bounded towards you as you set down your mug. Jude and Lucy came in, babbling with excitement about their day with Papa Wayne, still in their snow boots and coats.

"Mama, we saw Papa today an-and he asked me if I could make him some extra reindeer food so he can have some for his roof too, so Santa doesn't miss him." Jude jumped in your lap, eyes bright and wild as he told his story with excitement.

"Did he?" You grinned, unzipping Jude's jacket gently. "We'll have to make him some, won't we?"

"Yeah." Jude nodded, looking over at the tree. "Are those for us?" His eyes widened.

"Not until Christmas." You pointed at him. "Or I'll take them all back."

Jude pouted, eyes darting towards the screen. Your eyes cut towards Eddie as he helped Lucy out of her little snow boots, shimmying them off carefully and putting them by the door. The ache in your chest only grew.

You stood, crossing the living room towards the entry way. "Hey, Luce," You cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head when she flung herself at you. "Did you have fun today with Papa?"

"Yeah," Lucy giggled, hanging off your leg. "We gotta see the lights."

"The neighbors," Eddie muttered, his gaze not meeting yours, looking at Lucy instead. "They have a bunch of light displays now. Decked out the whole trailer. She really liked it."

"That sounds like fun." You smoothed a hand over her head. "Why don't you go see what Jude's watching? Let me talk to Daddy for a minute. Ok?" You tracked her as she bounded towards the living room, plopping next to Jude on the couch.

An uncomfortable silence filled the space between you and Eddie before you even turned around.

"So, um," You swallowed, rocking back and forth on your slippered toes. "Sounds like they had a good time." You lifted your head, looking up at Eddie.

"Yeah, they had fun." Eddie shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, eyes flickering from you to the frilly garland over the door. That same dreaded pause came back, filling the space between you.

"I'll head out," Eddie broke the silence, your heart lurching at his words. "I'll, uh, be back tomorrow morning, if that's cool? Stop by and-"

"-Wait," Your tone was fiercer than you meant it to be, Eddie's eyes told you that. "I-I just-" You turned towards the kitchen, heart hammering with a steady thud in your ears.

"I, uh, I made hot toddies." You swallowed your hammering heart. "Why don't you- I mean, if you want one, yo-you could stay for a while. Put the kids to bed, ya know, if you don't have plans or whatever." You muttered, cringing at how juvenile you sounded. You sounded like you were back in high school, stammering the same way you had when Eddie first asked you out.

Eddie's lip curled in a small smile, running a hand over his face. "Sure." He shrugged, shedding off his worn leather jacket. "Thank you."

You shook your head gently, turning towards the kitchen, ears ringing with the dull beating of your heart, barely registering the squeals of laughter from Jude and Lucy in the other room. You ladled the steaming contents into a festive mug nearly robotically, brain numb with the same swirling thoughts that made you feel like you were underwater- washing away in the strong current of your own mind.

Your slippers felt like weights, dragging your body across the hardwood floor towards the living room, passing Eddie the steaming cup. His hand brushed yours, sending your system flooded with electric excitement.

As you settled back into the cushions, your body relaxed- just for a moment. The kids were squealing, babbling and giggling about their afternoon with Papa. Rudolph still playing lowly in the background. Eddie next to you, sipping out of his mug. For a moment, the lights strung on the tree felt brighter, warmer.

For a moment, it felt like home again.

That sickening realization had your stomach lurching, pulling you back into the cruel reality that none of this was permanent. Eddie, the lights, the happiness- it was all temporary. It would be gone tomorrow.

You wished it wouldn't.

Your mind at war with itself, filled with conflict and regret as you tried to mask it, giving fake grins and exaggerated coos that half heartedly passed for truthful.

"They're finally asleep." Eddie's voice had you jumping, the mug slipping through your hands into the sudsy water.

You turned, chin hooking over your shoulder to face him. "You were probably right. All that candy wasn't the best idea." Eddie gave a tight grin, his eyes sparkling dully, just enough to have your heart skipping. "They got even more at Wayne's too."

"I told you," You sighed softly, a playful hum in your tone. Still, it wasn't convincing enough, not for Eddie.

Eddie frowned behind you. "What's goin' on with you?" He didn't miss the way your spine went rigid.

"What?" You voice pitched, high like it was when you were lying- when you were hiding something. That hadn't changed since high school.

"Don't- c'mon." Eddie gave a soft huff, accompanied by an eye roll. "Just tell me what's goin' on."

"Nothing's goin' on-"

"-Don't lie to me." Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. "I've known you too long. You think you can lie to me and I won't know? Please."

Your lips tugged in a smile you tried to hide, turning back towards the dishes you were finishing up. Eddie moved beside you, hip leaning on the counter next to you.

"What's on your mind, baby?" His voice was so gentle- you hated that it was exactly what you needed, that he knew it was exactly what you needed.

You swallowed the ever growing lump in your throat, fighting the swell of tears that was already forming.

"Hey, c'mon, sweetheart," Eddie's hand pressed to your cheek, cupping it sweetly, his rings pressed to your skin. "Talk t'me, baby. What's goin' on?"

"Nothing." Your voice was as strained as the words you struggled to get out.

"Baby," Eddie eyed you playfully. "I know we're not together anymore, but I still know you and you can- what's wrong?" He froze, his hold going rigid at the first shake- a tremble of emotion that was a telltale sign you were about to break.

"Did I say something? I was just- hey, don't cry. Don't cry." Eddie cooed, gathering your face in his hands, pulling you towards him.

Your lip trembled, biting back a sob that tore its way through anyways, vision flooding with tears that built on your waterline.

"Is this- Is this about Trina? Because I didn't- Nothing happened, we just went out. Well, I mean, she kissed me, but I didn't- I really didn't-" Eddie's voice rose in panic, rambling, frantic at the watery sob you let out.

"Please, hey, please don't cry? I'm not- fuck, baby, I didn't- I thought it would be ok, be-because you'd been on a few dates, and I thought it would be a good thing."

"It is." You blubbered, sniffling wetly, wiping your eyes with the back of your rolled pajama tops.

"Then why are you crying?" Eddie frowned lightly, pads of his thumbs wiping over the apples of your wet cheeks catching your tears.

"I just..." Your eyes pinched shut, jaw clenching to keep in another sob. How could you tell him? You couldn't. You knew you couldn't, even though you wanted to so badly.

"Just what?" Eddie's voice dropped. "Tell me."

He could feel your trembling breath, his own heart squeezing with constricting fear before you spoke.

"I just... I miss this." Your voice cracked, eyes squeezing shut. You couldn't look at him, couldn't bring yourself to see his reaction.

"I-I didn't know how much I would miss just... just us all being together, and I really fuckin' miss it, and I think," Your breath hitched, heart stilling entirely with hesitant fear.

Eddie held his own breath, eyes wide, looking at you with a wild gaze like he knew what you were going to say.

"I think," You swallowed around your words, strangled in your throat. "I... I made a mistake."

Eddie's heart leapt so fiercely he thought it tore through his rib cage. His body eerily still, unable to move.

"I didn't know you going out with someone else w-would make me feel... this bad, and," Your eyes shone, the strung lights in the kitchen catching in your tears. "And I've really missed you."

"I've missed you too." Eddie's lungs constricted with those words, feeling breathless and light headed.

"I don't like spending the holidays without you." Your voice squeaked, teary and upset, face crumbling with the admission you'd been holding in for too long. "I don't- I don't like being without you, an-and I think I made a really bad mistake and I-I'm sorry, Eddie, I'm so-o sorry-"

Your teary face pressed to the soft material of his t-shirt, your cry muffled into his chest. Eddie held you close to him, as tight as he could, his own head spinning now.

He'd dreamt of this, longed for this moment since you'd fist served him the papers. The day had finally come, one he thought he'd only see in his head- you coming back to him, taking it back, taking him back.

Only it didn't feel as triumphant as it did in his head.

Not with you sobbing into his arms. Not with his head spinning so fiercely he thought he might still be dreaming.

"It's alright," Eddie soothed nearly robotically, staring ahead out the window towards the darkened street as he soothed your sobbing apologies. "We'll- We'll figure it out, baby. We'll be alright."

Every time you both felt like you found your footing, finally on stable ground, you were back here- falling with horror back into uncertainty.

Even as Eddie held you in the kitchen, or later when he slipped into bed with you, both of you whispering and sniffly under the sheets, it wasn't new but it wasn't the same as it was before.

You weren't sure if it would ever be the same as it was before, if you'd ever have what you had before. Even if you replicated the same traditions, hung the tinsel in the same place, retraced your footsteps exactly as you did the year before; it would never hold the same feeling as it once did.

[realian]

my biggest hope for the new Devil May Cry anime is that it doesn't lose what makes DMC so cool, which is the sheer brazen uncoolness of its characters.

Dante is a middle-aged man who is semi-unemployed and constantly late on rent because his shop is in the middle of nowhere and nobody knows what he does. every time he gets a job he destroys two houses because he can't help showing off to absolutely no one. he loves his mom, pizza, and strawberry sundaes. he doesn't smoke. he doesn't drink. he doesn't curse. his place of business is decorated with posters of scantily-clad women but as far as we're aware, he has never had sex.

Vergil is Dante's older twin by a couple hours whose superiority complex originates in how he's Dante's older twin by a couple hours. he spent his childhood reading William Blake poetry but doesn't understand it. he runs around with just a katana because he considers guns to be "cowardly." he has only had sex once in his entire life. this resulted in him becoming a deadbeat dad, but not even the archetypical "cool" kind because he is somehow convinced that Nero is Dante's kid. we have actual in-canon confirmation that if he wasn't part demon, he would be a melodramatic pretentious poetry-obsessed twink. Vergil abandons his pursuit of power not jusf for the sake of Nero but because Nero is his power realized - his legacy - the ability to protect loved ones without killing them. he loves Nero but will never under any circumstances admit it because he has the emotional maturity of a 12-year-old. instead he throws a journal of William Blake poems at him and jumps off a cliff.

compared to the rest of his living family, Nero is thriving. he has a job, a house, a wife, and several foster kids. when a suspicious hobo shows up on his doorstep he invites him in for dinner. he thinks Dante is his dad. Dante knows Nero is his brother's kid because he has never had sex. Nero is viewed by Dante as an incompetent child who needs guidance and protection despite Nero being a grown adult and being more mature than Dante and Vergil in every way and yet neither of them will ever acknowledge this. when Nero hears about Dante and Vergil's battle-to-the-death rivalry he decides it's stupid and shoves them apart like they're two kids in a playground brawl. he's the dad now. fuck you.

[spacedace]

I've seen the concept of Jason being adopted by various people other than Bruce while he was still a little tire stealing Crime Ally kid a few times, but I've yet to see anyone put forth the idea of Duke and his family taking him in.

Like, depending on the continuity Jason and Duke are only like 4 or 5 years apart in age, and we know for a fact that Duke was a terrifyingly brilliant kid already shaping up to be able to take down the Riddler in a battle of wits at the age of 9. Now throw in protective older brother Jason into that mix who didn't think twice about trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile and then try and hit Batman with a damn tire iron when he was caught.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be with the two of them growing up constantly feeding each other's unhinged Fight God and the Devil in a Waffle House Parking Lot at 3am and Win energy. Imagine the chaos they would cause. The terror they would strike into the hearts of their enemies- all before Duke ever even gor his powers.

They would be unstoppable. Just a pair of two of the smartest motherfuckers you've ever met who know they're smarter than you, and the only thing sharper than their minds are their vicious verbal take downs.

Also I just have the imagine in my head of Doug Thomas, half asleep early one Saturday morning stumbling into the kitchen after following the smell of breakfast to see his 8 year old son happily stuffing the most delicious looking pancakes imaginable into his mouth. Blinking in confusion as he realizes it's not his beloved wife cooking but some scrawny kid in worn out clothes, covered in engine grease and bruises manning the stove like a seasoned line cook - complete with the most foul mouthed swearing even Doug, a construction worker, has ever heard in his life and a cigarette tucked behind the kids ear.

And Doug has a moment where he's just staring, full on Who's Goddamn White Baby is That? when Duke pipes up to explain:

"This is Jason! I caught him trying to steal your catalytic converter this morning. His mom's dead and his dad is a deadbeat so he's gonna stay with us now!"

And oh. Well. Shit. He knows that look in his son's eye. Knows he's already lost the fight before it evan began. It looks like it's theirs. It's their god damn white baby now.

He's gonna have to call Elaine.

(Elaine, for her part, goes through the full range of human emotions when she gets home to realize that the boy Duke has decided they're adopting is the Todd boy Elaine has been trying to track down for months now.

She's Jason's social worker, not that she's been able to really do her job and help him when he's managed to stay under the radar of every single vaguely responsible adult in a ten mile radius. The one time he had been picked up by one of the few decent cops in the city and Elaine thought she was going to be able to finally finally help him, Jason had managed to climb out of a window of the precinct bathroom and disappear into the night.

He'd managed to steal the hubcaps of six different patrol vehicles while he was at it. Just to rub it in that there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Point was, the kid has been her damn white whale for almost a year. And now she walks into her home after a maddening unhelpful phone call with Doug about needing paperwork to adopt a child only to find the boy she'd spent so long looking for teaching Duke how to take apart and reassemble their toaster in the living room.

She isn't sure if she wants to laugh or cry.

She is sure that there's no way she's going to be able to convince Duke that they can't just adopt his new friend, not when she can tell that both boys have already gotten attached to each other in the scarce few hours they've known one other. Or when her husband is just sitting there eating delicious pancakes with such resignation in his eyes.)

[writeriguess]

Crazy idea for request but the gears are turning in my brain please bare with me! What if Dabi never became a villain and instead he’s just a loser bf who lives with his dad at age 22. You’re endeavors brand new 20 year old rookie sidekick and you and Dabi have fallen madly in love and are dating (which endeavor is mad at Dabi for) and somewhere in the midst of your relationship Hawks joins you two every so often to have insane threesomes.

Well Denki thinks you’re totally hot and when he learns that you live at Shoto’s house he convinces him to let him in on the Friday night sleepover with him, Midoryia and Iida. While they’re over it just so happened to be a threesome night and when they all go to Dabi’s room to ask for an extra game controller they basically walk in on the three of you. Idk I feel like Denki’s reaction would be absolutely hilarious

The Loser

The Todoroki estate is huge, almost too big for a family that barely acts like one, and honestly? You’re still getting used to the sheer size of the place. But it has its perks—like a surprisingly cozy bedroom you practically live in now, since your boyfriend is a loser who still lives with his dad at twenty-two.

Said loser, Dabi, is currently sprawled on his bed, lazily flicking through his phone while Hawks—yes, the pro hero Hawks—leans against the headboard, shirtless and stretching his wings. You’re somewhere between them, already half undressed because, well, it’s Friday.

Friday means three things: Shoto’s sleepover with his dorky friends, Endeavor avoiding Dabi at all costs, and your regularly scheduled debauchery with your two boyfriends.

“You gonna keep staring at me or what?” Dabi drawls, locking eyes with you before a slow smirk spreads across his lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t get all shy now.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mutter, crawling closer to him.

Hawks laughs, tossing an arm over your waist and pulling you closer. “And yet, you love him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. You do love him, even if he’s a deadbeat who refuses to move out of his dad’s house. Even if he and Hawks constantly corrupt you in ways that would make Endeavor combust if he ever found out.

The moment starts to heat up—Dabi’s hands roam lower, Hawks’ lips graze against your neck—but then there’s a knock at the door. A loud one.

“Dabi! Do you have an extra controller?!”

Your blood runs cold.

Dabi groans against your skin. “Fuckin’ hell—”

Before any of you can react, the door swings open, and in walk four unsuspecting idiots: Midoriya, Iida, Shoto, and worst of all—Denki Kaminari.

There’s a beat of silence.

And then—

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

Denki’s scream is so loud it could probably shatter glass. Midoriya, poor innocent Midoriya, looks like he’s about to pass out. Iida’s glasses slide down his nose as his face turns bright red. And Shoto—Shoto just blinks, unimpressed as if he’s seen this coming all along.

Dabi doesn’t even bother covering up, just sighs dramatically and sits up. “Jesus. What’s the matter, Sparky?”

“What’s the—WHAT’S THE MATTER?! DUDE! WHAT—WHO—WHY IS HAWKS HERE?!”

Hawks, being the menace he is, just grins and gives a lazy wave. “Yo.”

Denki’s brain short-circuits. He physically stumbles back, pointing aggressively between you, Dabi, and Hawks. “You—You’re dating Dabi?! And Hawks?! And—you—” He turns to Shoto, betrayal clear on his face. “YOU KNEW?!”

Shoto shrugs. “I assumed.”

Denki looks like he’s about to collapse. “I need to sit down. I need—” He glances around before recoiling in horror. “NOT HERE. NOT—OH MY GOD.”

Midoriya is still buffering, eyes darting between everyone, while Iida is frantically adjusting his tie, clearly trying to maintain some sense of decorum. “This—this is highly inappropriate!” he stammers. “And a breach of—of privacy!”

Hawks just chuckles, completely unbothered. “Well, you’re the ones who barged in. That’s on you, champ.”

Denki groans, burying his face in his hands. “This is not how I wanted to find out you have a boyfriend. Two boyfriends.” He peeks through his fingers. “How the hell did you bag TWO?”

Dabi snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “Jealous?”

Denki glares at him. “YES.”

Midoriya finally finds his voice, albeit weakly. “This…this is a lot to process.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Denki snaps. “I just walked in on—on—” He gestures wildly. “I need bleach. For my brain.”

Shoto sighs and turns to you. “I assume you’ll be staying here tonight?”

You nod, trying not to die of secondhand embarrassment. “Uh… yeah.”

“Figured.” He turns to Denki, Iida, and Midoriya. “We should go.”

Denki opens his mouth like he wants to argue, but then his eyes flicker back to Hawks, who’s now very obviously smirking at him, and he promptly shuts up.

“I need therapy,” he mutters as Shoto drags him out.

Iida follows, muttering something about filing a formal complaint, while Midoriya just gives you a polite, if dazed, nod before stumbling after them.

As soon as the door clicks shut, silence falls over the room before Dabi throws his head back and laughs. “That was fucking gold.”

Hawks shakes his head, amused. “Think we traumatized the kid?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you groan, covering your face.

Dabi just smirks and pulls you back down onto the bed. “Well, that’s their problem. Now, where were we?”

[amorienomore]

authors note: yk i had to do the rest, so without further ado…

babydaddy!jjk headcanons because i couldn’t get nanami’s out of my head (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

babydaddy!gojo

ᥫ᭡. you’re co-parenting with the most unserious man alive.

ᥫ᭡. he lets your kid stay up late, eat sweets for breakfast, and teaches them how to prank you. when you call to yell at him, he just laughs and says, “lighten up, sweets.”

ᥫ᭡. he’s also the dad who shows up to every school event, takes a million pictures, and brags about your kid to literally everyone.

ᥫ᭡. still hopelessly in love with you. will dramatically sigh and say, “we could be a family again, y’know” at least once a week.

babydaddy!geto

ᥫ᭡. was the fun, cool dad until he disappeared. you quite frankly don’t hear from him for a while, and then suddenly he’s back, all mysterious, like, “i had things to handle.” like sir, we have a child together (+ mimi and nana)

ᥫ᭡. your kid is a mama’s baby because geto was gone sooo long, and now he’s highkey lowkey jealous.

ᥫ᭡. makes up for lost time by being ridiculously attentive. picks them up, twirls them around, takes them on little adventures.

ᥫ᭡. “i missed so much. but i’ll never miss another thing again.” (and somehow, that promise includes you, too.)

babydaddy!ijichi

ᥫ᭡. the most nervous first-time dad. he read every parenting book, watched every video, and yet still panics when the baby cries.

ᥫ᭡. the type to say, “i don’t want to be a burden..” when he’s literally the most reliable of them all.

ᥫ᭡. is definitely still into you but would never say it. too respectful. too scared.

ᥫ᭡. your kid draws a picture of the three of you together, and he gets all emotional.

babydaddy!toji

ᥫ᭡. bare minimum parenting king.

ᥫ᭡.“why would i buy milk when you have a whole factory on your chest?”

ᥫ᭡. teaches your kid questionable survival skills, like how to climb out of any situation and the fastest way to steal food from a convenience store.

ᥫ᭡. surprisingly very soft when your kid hugs him out of nowhere. won’t show it, but you catch the way he holds on just a bit longer.

ᥫ᭡. loves you but he won’t beg.

ᥫ᭡. oh he’s definitely the dad that forces your kid to act younger than they are at restaurants

babydaddy!shiu

ᥫ᭡. acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s actually super involved.

ᥫ᭡. your kid is dressed in the freshest of fits because he refuses to let them look sloppy.

ᥫ᭡. shows up unannounced at your place like, “i came to see our kid, do i really need your permission?” but stays to fix things around the house.

ᥫ᭡. makes sure not to smoke infront of your kid.

ᥫ᭡. “you need anything?” sounds casual, but there’s some hidden meaning behind that question.

babydaddy!choso

ᥫ᭡. the sweetest, most protective father. your kid is basically glued to his hip.

ᥫ᭡. hates conflict. will do anything to keep the peace between you two because “the baby needs a calm environment.”

ᥫ᭡. hand-makes gifts for your kid, like cute little beaded bracelets and tiny scarves.

ᥫ᭡. it goes without saying, that he deeply misses being a family.

babydaddy!sukuna

ᥫ᭡. the deadbeat that somehow still has his kid obsessed with him.

ᥫ᭡. disappears for months, then randomly shows up with an expensive gift like, “what, you think i’d forget my own spawn?”

ᥫ᭡. lowkey jealous when your kid loves you more.

ᥫ᭡. gets surprisingly defensive when you call him a bad father. “i might not be perfect, but i’m trying dammit.”

ᥫ᭡. you’d have to be the one to get your family back together because he damn sure isn’t.

[torasplanet]

I know bd!dabi is definitely the type to be banging on your door at 3 in the morning, after calling you and seeing somebody in the backround (it was a literal shadow..)

❝𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔.ᐟ❞

BABYDADDY!DABI + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; dabi can't stand the thought of you with someone else so when he sees something that looks like a guy in the slightest, of course he came banging at your door at three in the morning.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, dabi is actually trying not to be a deadbeat!?!?, p in v, praise, rough sex, masochism, hair-pulling, slapping, soft dabi at end ig, jealousy sex, dabi is crazy, and skin color not mentioned

Dabi was actually trying to be a good dad now. You and Dabi had learned to set the shit aside or more like fuck out all of that anger but it didn’t matter because it helped a lot and now Dabi was taking Kaede over to his place a lot, buying him more shit and taking him places without you even having to ask him to do it. He was calling daily and nightly and not just to talk to you but to check up on his little mini-me.

He called you about two hours ago and it was one in the morning when Kaede was surprisingly still awake not wanting to go to bed until he told his daddy about the fun show he watched today but when Kaede had passed out on your chest, Dabi still hadn’t hung up. He wanted to stay up and talk to you. “Don’t you got work tomorrow?” You asked looking at your ex-boyfriend on the phone as he sat in his living room smoking, the light of whatever adult swim show he was watching illuminating his face for you. “Nah, you forgot my schedule already?” The white-haired man asked with a grin on his face.

You returned the grin so that it looked as though he was staring into a mirror “No, just so used to you lying so you can see your other girlfriends.” Dabi smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth whilst he rolled his eyes nearly to the back of his skull “Don’t start dollface. Y’know I don’t do that shit anymore.” Dabi said, his smile dropping as he was annoyed with your teasing and it made you laugh while you ran your fingers through Kaede’s dark hair as he slept soundly on top of you “I’m just playin’ touya.” You said to reassure him and he grinned at you once more.

Kaede slowly began to stir in his sleep making you look down, you put the phone on the bed in front of you setting it up on the bedframe so that Dabi could still see you before you tended to your son. You readjusted the way he lay on you so he didn’t wake up while cooing sweet things in his ear but Dabi wasn’t focused on that. He was more or so focused on who the fuck was in the bed beside you.

“Who the fuck is that?” The Todoroki male questioned angrily. His brows furrowed as his turquoise eyes squinted trying to find out what guy was in the bed but there was no one. It was a fucking shadow. “Huh? No one.” You responded looking to your side and seeing no one there as Kaede wrapped his little arms around your neck while trying to find his way back to sleep. Dabi didn’t say anything and just stared at you even glaring by squinting his eyes at you and then, he hung up. Okay, now he was mad. About what? You had no fucking clue.

There was literally no one in this house other than you and your son so he was going crazy and getting mad about nothing. Whatever, you had to put Kaede in his room anyway.

Standing up, you left your phone on the bed as you made your way out of your room and to Kaede’s room which was decorated with all kinds of toddler stuff involving his favorite shows and movies that he begged you to watch every time he got home from daycare. “Mommy…” The little blue-eyed boy murmured as you lowered him into his bed while shushing him. It took a little while to get him to go back to sleep fully because he would not let you leave his bedside even for a second without beginning to cry. You had to sit there holding his baby hand while he snuggled into his Adventure Time plushie until his grip on your fingers released signaling that he was fast asleep.

This itself took a while and it was enough time for Dabi to hop in his car and drive over to your place. As you walked out of Kaede’s room, closing the door behind you, there was banging at your front door. You would’ve thought the SWAT team was at your door if it wasn’t for the fact that you already knew Dabi was upset and how he was when he was upset. “What…?” You sighed approaching the door and beginning to unlock the door expecting Dabi to just glare down at you but he didn’t even look at you before he pushed past you inviting himself in your place.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked in a hushed tone not wanting to wake up the younger boy as you watched Dabi walk throughout the apartment, looking under the couch, in closets, and all of the rooms. Well, except for Kaede’s; he knew you weren’t going to hide another guy in your son’s room, that was just wrong. “Tell me who the fuck was in here before I find him myself.” Dabi said as you walked into your bedroom where he currently was flipping everything upside down looking for that ‘guy’.

You scoffed at his overreaction “It was a shadow, touya.” You told him and he just glared at you “I’m telling you now if I find a fucking guy in here, I will murder him [y/n].” Dabi said stalking closer to you and forcing you to back up until your back hit the wall near the doorframe but you didn’t give a single shit. Well, you didn’t care about what how he was acting but you cared about what he was saying and saw a way to just piss him off a little more. For fun, you know? “There’s no one in here. If there was why would you care? Not like we’re together.” You said shrugging your shoulders as you crossed your arms into an ‘X’ across your chest. Dabi’s expression relaxed as if all the anger from his body had faded when those words left your mouth.

“[Y/n]. You and I both know that I don’t give a shit about any of that.” He said almost tauntingly. The corners of his lips pulled up as he leaned forward getting his face closer to yours “I don’t wanna find another man in here–best friend, co-worker, babysitter–I don’t give a shit. I don’t want no fucking guy around my son.” Dabi continued lowering his voice as he remembered that the son he was talking about was asleep right now.

Ugh, Dabi wasn’t fooling anyone especially not you. If he thought that you were going to believe that it was just about Kaede and not about him not wanting you to fuck or date another guy, he was incredibly stupid. You two weren’t officially together but to Dabi, that’s never mattered. From the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend, you’ve been his no matter if you two were on a break or not.

“Is it that or do you not want me dating?” Dabi smiled. Oh, you knew him so well. That’s why he stuck with you. “Can it be both?” Dabi asked with a low and sultry tone of his voice. It was so hot and you almost folded and kissed him right there if isn’t wasn’t for the fact that he madea mess in your room that he was definietly not going to clean up. “Obviously it’s both if you charged into my house at three in the fucking morning over a shadow while your son is asleep.” You said obviously less than pleased about his actions and he rolled his eyes while smacking his teeth at you like he did on the phone. You were upset at him and him continuing to yell at you about this ‘shadow’ was not going to calm you down.

“Doll…y’know I do it cause I love you.” He said pressing a kiss against your temple but you grumbled and shoved his face away from yours not wanting to deal with his stupid apologies. Dabi groaned as he pressed his body against yours “Just wanna make sure no one tryna take you from me.” Dabi said running his warm hands up and and down your body. You could smell the scent of nicotine and weed on him, it was incredibly strong like he was smoking on his way here.

You were slowly beginning to fold because of his words and how they were whispers in your ears, he knew what made you think and what made you whine. You threw your arms around his shoulders and hooked them around his neck as he littered kisses along your face earning hums from you “C’mon…why you playin’ baby.” Dabi whined into your ear getting a tad bit upset because you were playing hard to get when you’d just end up falling apart in his arms by the end of the night or by the break of dawn from how time was moving.

You backed up your head leaning back against the wall to look at him. The look on your face was enough to tell him why you were ‘playing’ around with him and you didn’t have to say anything “I’m sorry, lemme make it up to you.” Dabi said cooed to you as his hands ran over the shape of your body over and over and you smiled just a bit “You gotta be quiet tho…” You muttered to him not wanting to wake up Kaede and Dabi grinned. He was quick to place his hands on your ass and pick you up while pressing his lips to yours swallowing whatever sayings you were going to add to your sentence.

As Dabi moved away from the wall and closed the door you grabbed a handful of hair from the back of his head forcefully pulling him away from the kiss “I’m serious, if he wakes up, you’re taking care of it.” You said more sternly than the last time and Dabi made his way to the bed and collapsed down on the bed falling on top of you due to your strong grip on his hair but he laid on his knees to prevent from completely flopping on you “If you keep pullin’ my hair like that, the whole building’s gonna wake up.” Dabi said with an evil grin on his face and you let go of his hair just as roughly as you pulled it. How could you forget how freaky he was?

Dabi grinned and leaned his head down to begin to kiss all over your neck, he sucked and nipped at your flesh making your lips part widely resisting the urge to moan at his actions. You threw your head back as your hands came to the nape of his neck “Touya…” You muttered making your desired smile against your neck “Barely touchin’ you and you’re already moanin’ my name?” He asked and you grunted at his playfulness not wanting to do any foreplay.

“‘Cause I want you to touch me more.” You told him gently tugging at the strands of hair closest to the back of his neck, he let out low groans near your ear at your tugging. Dabi didn’t say anything, the only thing that happened was his hands drifting down and shuffling your pants and panties off with the assistance of you kicking them off. He loved when you pulled his hair, it felt so fucking good but only when you did it. Any other bitch who tried that shit would get their hand slapped away from his head.

“Be patient,” Dabi said in response to your small whimpers whilst he sat up on his knees to slide his jeans off, you merely groaned watching as he discarded his lower pieces of clothing before deciding to rid yourself of your shirt “Now c’mon…” You said reaching your arms up to grab at his shoulders, Dabi rolled his eyes at how impatient you were before grabbing your thighs and lining his cock up with your hole. You looked at his cock and grinned nearly drooling at the sight. Standing up straight, the tip is just a light brown leaking precum, prominent vein on the side that always rubbed against your walls. It’s like you had his cock memorized in your head and your pussy.

Dabi slowly began to push himself inside of you, his always warm hands grasping your hips so you wouldn’t slide up the bed “Ugh…slid right in, huh?” He said with a small chuckle watching as you sucked him in, he didn’t even start thrusting like normally and only did slow strokes. You groaned and grabbed a full handful of his hair and pulled it leaning up to come face to face with him “Fuck me like you meant what you said.” You said snarling at him. Dabi could fuck hard when he wanted to but sometimes he just liked to play with you and rile you up and you fucking hated it. If he was going to fuck you, he better do it right.

Dabi grinned eagerly as his head was tilted back, his turquoise eyes shining down at you with such bliss and enjoyment “Pull harder and maybe I’ll think about it.” Your eyes narrowed at him in a glare, you did pull harder but then you let go and slapped him across his face and it made him laugh a bit. Just like how no one else could pull his hair, no one could slap him like that and he’d enjoy it. It felt amazing knowing that it was you who was fulfilling his masochistic fantasies. “I fucking love you.” He said lowly tilting his head down at you. His hands pressed harder into your thigh, pushing them up and into your chest allowing him to sink deeper in your…

He hovered over you as you lay back on the pillows a red mark on the side of his face. Dabi’s lips met yours as his strokes became harder and quicker, he moaned with you into the disgustingly messy kiss and it was a good thing because you were certain that if the kiss broke, you would’ve woken up your son with how loud the both of you were.

That vein rubbed against your walls as Dabi’s cock bruised your cervix making your body jolt and your tits bounce from his speed and rough treatment of your cunt. His tongue fought with yours as he tried to shove it down your throat, your lips moving against each other while your body melted into each other like butter “I meant it. I’ll kill any fucking guy I find in this bitch.” Touya said into the kiss with a raspy voice, his hips slamming into your under thighs as his fingers grabbed the back of your knees tightly.

You tried to say something but couldn’t because of how intense the kiss was growing, utterly giving up on whatever babble was going to come out of your moaning lips. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders crawling their way down to claw at his back as the white-haired male ingested your loud mewls. As soon as your baby daddy parted his lips from yours, one of his hands went to your mouth to stop you from being extremely loud.

“Ha, and you were talkin’ about me being loud?” He laughed at your blissed-out face, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head, legs shaking by your head (whether it was because they were cramping or the pleasure was beyond him nor did he really care), it all made him smile, and moan trying to contain them as much as he was doing it for you. “Shut up.” You managed to get out slightly muffled from his hand making eye contact with him.

Dabi threw his head back with a groan “Nah, that’s more for you.” He rasped still with that grin on his face, you went to respond but his tip hit your sweet spot making your body shiver. “Ah, Ah! So…good…” The mewls left your lips still muffled by Dabi’s hand as he fucked into you. “Ah, that’s it, fuck my back up.” Your nails clawing at his back surely leaving red marks made him fuck into you harder.

Your pussy clenched around him as the squelches and moist sounds of you getting fucked out of your mind were the only noises coming from you “Fuck you better get quiet, wanna hear you just a bit.” Dabi said burying his face into your neck while letting go of your mouth allowing you to suck in a huge gust of air. “Touya…fuck, so full…” You moaned trying to keep it down as best as you could but it was really hard when he was fucking into you so hard and rough. Your walls were pulsing around him as you felt yourself coming to the edge, you knew he was too. By the way, he was kissing your neck so roughly, begging you to scratch him up, he wanted more and more to make himself burst.

“I’ll never fuck anyone else, I swear…just you.” Your hands trailed up to his neck as your head pushed back deeper into the fluffy pillow “Don’t you fucking lie to me.” Dabi said as he lifted his face from your neck and stared down at you as he continued to stretch you out, you nodded rapidly as you hummed through your moans that were trying to be muted by your lips staying glued shut but they slipped out ever so often.

Dabi’s blue eyes burned into your skin as he waited for you to talk. He wanted you to say it to him, you knew this but you were so close. Could barely talk. “J-Just you touya!” You yelped just as you came and the feeling of you squirting all over his cock made Dabi just…lose his fucking mind. He came inside of you, filling you to the brim and marking you as his. Only his. He pulled out and still held your legs to your chest watching as his cum began to seep out of your hole and down your sweaty skin to eventually fall on the already ruined sheets of the bed. It was his favorite sight.

Dabi stared in awe as you whined a bit “Holy shit.” He said before removing his hands allowing your sore legs to fall onto the bed allowing you to sigh in relief. Dabi lay on top of you just grinning down at you like he was in the previous act you were doing but it was different, it seemed more unserious than before. “What?” You asked tilting your head a bit as you tried to regain your breath as he had quite literally taken it all away.

“Nothing, just thinking about how fun it’d be if you got off birth control,” Dabi said with his unserious grin turning into a smug one as he stared at your blank face that had no expression now. He was not serious.

“Yeah get off me.”

“C’mon…I know Kei wants someone else to play with, maybe a girl?”

You began to try and push the male off you which hardly worked “Get up, my legs are already cramping.” You said and the todoroki boy groaned before rolling off of your naked body allowing you to stand on extremely wobbly legs and they had fallen asleep. Dabi watched with an annoyed expression as you tried to make your way to the bathroom. “C’mon baby don’t be like that!”

p.s.

You sat on the kitchen counter watching with an interested grin as Dabi cooked sausages on the stove “Why are you just sitting there doing nothing?” He asked glancing behind him at you with an exhausted look on his face. Shrugging your shoulders, you just kicked your feet that were dangling above the ground “I’m not doing nothing. I’m making sure you don’t burn the house down, you have a thing with fire.” You said making Dabi smack his teeth at you.

“Baby, it was one time. It was an accident.” Yeah sure. Dousing your dress–that I might add was a little too short for his liking–in gasoline and then lighting it on fire was definitely an accident and not because he didn’t like how guys were looking at you at the party. You two were two engrossed in your conversations that you hadn’t even noticed the small sound of a door creaking open and little footsteps leading toward the kitchen following the smell of breakfast.

Kaede stood there in his firetruck pajamas holding a plushie in his hands while rubbing his eyes tiredly, hair messy like Dabi’s was currently. “Mommy…?” The sound of the little boy’s voice made both heads turn toward him, the boy hadn’t noticed his father yet and went to walk to you until he did notice Dabi. The young boy looked at his father in confusion “Daddy? What are you doing here…wait! Did you come out of the phone?” Kaede asked with a shocked look on his face coming up with supernatural reasons why his dad was here suddenly.

“Uh, no kid. I got here…after you went to sleep.” Dabi said awkwardly to his offspring as he continued to watch the sausages. Kaede walked toward Dabi and gently hugged his leg but when the sounds of grease popping started, you grabbed him by his arm and pulled him away “Okay, let’s not be next to Daddy when he’s cooking.” You picked up your son and held him in your arms as he rested his head on your chest almost instinctively continuing to watch his dad before looking up at you.

His turquoise eyes blinked at you “I’m hungry. I want one, please.” He requested batting his long eyelashes at you that he also happened to inherit from his dad. You were almost jealous of how long they were. You turned to your ex-boyfriend who heard it and just stared at you waiting for you to say something “Kei’s hungry, give him one please.” Dabi rolled his eyes at how you were so quick to give in to anything the little boy wanted.

“He can wait.”

“I’m hungry now.”

“Yeah, he’s hungry now.” You said doubling down by playfully glaring at the older male who let out a dramatic and loud groan before grabbing one of the small sausages from the pan and dropping it in the palm of your hand “If he burns his mouth, it’s your problem.” With that, you slowly began to feed the sausage to the toddler who stuck his tongue out and let out harsh breaths because of how hot it was making you blow on the rest of the sausage.

Dabi watched in enjoyment as you did that, a dirty smile coming onto his lips and when you met his eyes, you gave him a confused look “What?” You asked raising an eyebrow but he shook his head with a small laugh.

“Nothing.”

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[jilyandbambi]

Can I just...make an embarrassing plea for nuance for a second?

As a Daniel Molloy enjoyer who's thought a lot about his relationship with his family, and his daughters, in particular, based on the few throwaway lines we've gotten, fandom jumped on the Daniel Is a Deadbeat Dad Whose Kids Hate Him train a little too readily, in my opinion. Especially since we have so few details to go off of when it comes to Daniel's life.

Look, there's obviously strong textual hints that Daniel made some pretty big mistakes in his family life, let his wives and daughters down in major ways. Maybe he was a bad father from the moment his kids were born and they have no good memories with him and now they can't wait for him to kick the bucket so they can inherit whatever's left of his estate... But also, maybe not!

There's a lot of nuance to relationships with imperfect parents that I think fandom overlooks. I'll elaborate using some of my own family's dysfunction as examples:

I have a cousin who was a Daddy's girl like me, who had a father who doted on her when she was little. But when she was in elementary school, he had a nervous breakdown after being attacked, and they lost contact while he was in and out of institutions. Now that she's an adult and he's doing better, they're trying to reconnect without much success. My cousin loves her dad very much, but he's a stranger to her, which, coupled with residual feelings of abandonment, makes it hard for her to reach out. That said, she still wants a relationship with him and looks back fondly on her childhood with him.

I have a great-aunt that I'm close to who would, off-and-on, go through extended periods of not talking to her father, my great-grandfather because he was old, sickly, losing his memory and blind in one eye, and yet as a "retired" contractor would still paint and remodel the rooms of his house, and the fact that he didn't take his health seriously stressed my aunt out to the point of seriously impacting her own mental and physical health. She loved her father dearly, but had to prioritize her own health when he proved to be unconcerned with his.

So, let's imagine for a sec that there's some gray area to play around in here.

What if Daniel was in denial in the first few years of his Parkinson's diagnosis and was still taking dangerous assignments like nothing was wrong and his daughters had to stop checking in for the sake of their sanity, which had been crumbling under the strain of sitting up at night panicking over their terminally ill father jetting off to the MENA to interview Kurdish militias for a documentary on ISIS?

What if Daniel was a doting father at first who made it to birthdays and recitals and holidays, etc. but after the girls' mom picked them up from their dad's and found used needles strewn about the coffee table one too many times, his visitation was restricted, and the relationship fell apart in the years after?

What if Daniel was a workaholic that no-showed at Christmas, birthdays, and parent-teacher conferences, but who came the fuck through when it was time to sell Girl Scout cookies (and any other school fundraiser), pulled out all the stops when either of the kids had a school project that required tons of research (in the days before Internet, mind you), and was fully down to stalk their high school/college boyfriends with them to see if they were cheating?

What if Daniel was a workaholic who sometimes freebased coke on weekends he had the girls and forgot to pick them up from school and missed every birthday party, but also would bring the girls to work with him all the time and when he did, they'd see their old artwork pinned to the walls of his office and his colleagues would congratulate one on the regional Spelling Bee one of them came first place in and the other on getting her blue belt in karate. Yeah, Daniel wasn't there for any of those but the fact that he cared enough to brag about it at work...yeah. What if Daniel let them skip school on days when middle/high school was just Too Much, and they'd go to Coney Island and ride The Cyclone til they forgot about Jennifer inviting everyone else on the swim team to her party.

Here's another thing: while yes, Daniel puts a premium on truth and honesty and has a blunt, pull no punches manner of speaking--old people are fucking DRAMATIC. Daniel's daughters are adults with busy lives of their own. Meanwhile, he's stuck at home bored out of his mind in retirement. What if his relationship with them is fine (all things considered) but they take a week to respond to his texts because hello? busy. Do any of you have grandparents who are retired? The other day I was informed that I'm "bad at texting" because it took me a few hours to reply to a message asking me if I watch The Diplomat. What if "My daughters won't even talk to me!" is just Daniel being miffed that neither of the girls had responded to his text in their Groupchat asking if they'd had a chance to check out his Masterclass yet?

Look, all this is to say, dysfunctional parent-child relationships are of course, messy and painful, especially if the parent was less-than-stellar during the child's formative years--but that doesn't mean that that's all there is. Oftentimes, there's a lot of good mixed in with the bad; and there's almost always a lot of love and a mutual desire to mend things in the time you have left. Every relationship on IWTV has its highs and lows, both joyful and devastating moments and memories. There's no reason the same can't apply to the relatively blank slate of Daniel Molloy and his daughters' relationship