#do the other members even know this happened?

[rmview]

you faint on a rollercoaster, SKZ.

featuring — stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — a reaction of what happens when the stray kids boys see you faint while on a rollercoaster!

contents — mentions of fainting and nausea.

bang ꣼ chan

the rollercoaster was at its peak, and bang chan’s laughter mixed with the rush of wind as the drop loomed ahead. beside him, you were gripping the bar tightly, excitement and fear flashing in your eyes. but as the ride plunged, your head suddenly lulled to the side, your body going limp.

chan immediately noticed. his sharp instincts kicked in, and his smile dropped. “hey, hey!” he called, his voice steady despite the panic rising inside him. he reached over, carefully cradling your head with one hand to stop it from jerking with the motion of the ride. his other hand stayed on his own restraint to ensure his balance.

“stay with me,” he murmured, leaning closer as the ride twisted and turned. his calm, steady demeanor didn’t falter, even as his heart raced. when the ride finally screeched to a halt, he quickly undid his harness and called for staff, his voice firm but controlled.

as you blinked awake, his worried face hovered over yours. “you scared me there,” he said, his voice soft but trembling slightly. “are you okay? does anything hurt?” when you nodded weakly, he exhaled in relief, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “let’s get you checked out, alright? no more rides today.”

felix ꣼

felix’s excitement was contagious, his deep laughter booming as the rollercoaster climbed higher. “this is going to be epic!” he shouted, glancing at you with a bright grin. but as the ride plunged, his laughter stopped abruptly when he noticed your head slump to the side.

“y/n?” he called, his voice rising in concern. without hesitation, he reached over, his hands trembling slightly as he supported your head to prevent it from snapping with the motion. his heart pounded in his chest, panic coursing through him.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. he fought the urge to yell for help, knowing it wouldn’t do much until the ride stopped. as the rollercoaster finally came to a halt, he quickly waved down a staff member, his deep voice shaking as he explained the situation.

when you opened your eyes, his face was pale with worry. “you fainted,” he said softly, his hand brushing hair out of your face. “are you feeling okay now? do you need water? food?” his voice was a flurry of concern. when you managed a small smile, he sighed in relief but kept his arm around you. “no more rollercoasters for us today. let’s stick to something calmer, yeah?”

lee ꣼ know

lee know’s laugh was louder than usual as the rollercoaster raced up the track. “this is going to be insane!” he exclaimed, glancing at you with his usual mischievous grin. but when the ride dropped, he noticed your head drooping and your body going slack.

his grin vanished in an instant. “y/n?” he called, his voice sharp with worry. without hesitation, he reached over to steady your head, his reflexes fast and precise. his grip was firm yet gentle, making sure you wouldn’t get hurt by the jerking motions of the ride.

the normally composed lee know felt his chest tighten as the ride continued. he kept glancing at your face, silently willing you to wake up. when the ride finally stopped, he was the first to call for help, his voice firm and commanding as he flagged down the staff.

as you slowly came to, his usual teasing demeanor was replaced by genuine concern. “what the hell happened?” he asked, his tone softer but still laced with worry. when you tried to brush it off, he frowned. “don’t downplay it. we’re getting you checked out, no arguments.” despite his words, his hand stayed protectively on your back, guiding you gently.

hyun ꣼ jin

hyunjin’s scream of excitement turned to one of surprise when the rollercoaster suddenly dropped. he glanced at you to share the thrill, but his expression changed instantly when he saw your body slump against the harness.

“y/n!” he shouted, his voice cracking with panic. he immediately reached over, his long fingers gently supporting your head. his movements were careful despite the adrenaline coursing through him. “it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice shaky but soothing.

the ride felt like an eternity as his mind raced with worry. every twist and turn made him tighten his grip, his heart pounding louder than the screams around him. when the ride finally stopped, he was already undoing his harness, calling for help in a frantic tone.

as you stirred awake, hyunjin’s face was pale and etched with concern. “you fainted,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. “do you feel dizzy? does anything hurt?” when you reassured him, he exhaled shakily but refused to let go of your hand. “we’re not doing anything else until you’re okay,” he said firmly, his voice trembling slightly. “you scared me so much.”

i.n ꣼

jeongin’s laughter filled the air as the rollercoaster climbed to its peak. “this is going to be insane!” he shouted, looking over at you with his signature bright grin. but his smile faltered when he noticed your body suddenly go limp, your head lolling to the side.

“y/n?” his voice trembled with worry as he reached over without hesitation. his hand carefully supported your head, his grip firm yet gentle, ensuring it didn’t jerk with the movement of the ride. his heart raced, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with a wave of panic.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you,” he whispered under his breath, trying to calm himself as much as you, even though you were unconscious. when the ride came to a screeching halt, jeongin quickly undid his harness, waving down a staff member with urgency.

when you finally stirred awake, jeongin’s wide eyes were filled with concern. “you fainted,” he said softly, his voice shaky but warm. “are you okay? does anything feel weird?” his hands hovered around you, unsure whether to touch or give you space. once you reassured him, he sighed in relief but still looked serious. “no more crazy rides for us, okay? let’s stick to something safe. you really scared me back there.”

han ꣼

han’s shrieks of excitement were a mix of genuine fun and his usual over-the-top reactions as the rollercoaster whipped around a corner. he turned to laugh with you, but his heart sank when he noticed your body go slack.

“y/n!” he called, panic instantly replacing his excitement. without thinking, he reached over to cradle your head with one hand, his movements quick but careful. “oh no, no, no,” he muttered, his usual playful tone now filled with anxiety. “you’re gonna be okay. just hold on.”

the twists and turns of the ride felt endless, but han didn’t let go. his free hand clutched the bar tightly, but his focus was solely on you. when the ride came to a stop, he was out of his harness in seconds, flagging down a staff member.

when you woke up, his face was pale, his usual bright energy dimmed by worry. “hey, you’re back,” he said with a shaky laugh, his hand brushing your cheek gently. “you fainted, and i was so scared. are you sure you’re okay?” his words came out in a rush, and when you nodded, his shoulders sagged in relief. “you owe me for scaring me like that,” he teased lightly, though his grip on your hand remained tight.

seung ꣼ min

seungmin chuckled softly as the rollercoaster climbed higher. “you’re not chickening out, are you?” he teased, glancing at you with his trademark deadpan humor. but when your head suddenly slumped forward, his smirk disappeared in an instant.

“y/n?” he called, his voice sharp and urgent. his hand shot out to gently support your head, his usual calm demeanor replaced by an undercurrent of panic. “hey, wake up,” he murmured, his tone low but laced with worry.

the ride’s twists and turns didn’t faze him as he focused solely on keeping you safe. his grip was steady, his mind racing through possibilities but outwardly composed. when the ride finally stopped, he quickly flagged down a staff member and undid your harness with care.

when your eyes fluttered open, seungmin let out a quiet sigh of relief. “you fainted,” he explained, his voice soft but firm. “how are you feeling now? dizzy? nauseous?” his questions were precise, his concern evident in his tone. when you reassured him, he nodded but didn’t let go of your hand. “no more rollercoasters,” he stated flatly, his usual sarcasm replaced by genuine protectiveness.

chang ꣼ bin

changbin’s loud cheers echoed over the roaring wind as the rollercoaster climbed to its peak. “this is awesome!” he exclaimed, his excitement infectious. but when he turned to you, his face fell as he saw your body slump in the seat.

“y/n!” he yelled, his voice breaking with worry. he immediately reached over, his strong hands steadying your head to prevent it from jerking with the ride’s sharp motions. “stay with me,” he pleaded softly, his heart pounding in his chest.

the ride’s adrenaline rush was completely lost on him as he focused solely on you. every twist and turn made his grip tighten protectively. when the ride finally stopped, changbin quickly undid his harness and waved for help, his voice firm but shaky.

when you slowly came to, his expression was a mix of relief and lingering fear. “you scared the life out of me,” he said, his tone a mixture of frustration and affection. “are you okay? do you feel sick?” when you nodded weakly, he exhaled deeply, his hand brushing over your hair. “that’s it, no more scary rides. i’m sticking to boring ones if it means you’re safe.” despite his words, his protective arm around you spoke louder than anything else.

notes: thank you, sweet 🎢 anon for requesting! hope this was a comfort read! enjoy!

[bwabbitv3s]

It is not even that Clark is not careful enough, uses to much force, or is not aware of potential risks, just that when rescuing people even the most careful help can hurt them. When it comes to rescuing people Superman is one of the gentlest, most careful, and precise hero out there. He also is able to rescue people in situations or from accidents that otherwise would have been fatal. From places that normal rescue workers would be unable to reach.

The type of accidents where body retrieval would have happened as almost no one else could have done it. It is why people don't really talk about it. As while suffering bad fractures, whiplash, losing mobility in a limb, or paralysis is awful they are alive. No one blames Superman when their Aunt needs to use a wheelchair now after being saved. As if Superman had not been their to pull her out of the car as it was falling off a bridge she would not have made it. It is not seen as a failing of him as a hero, or as someone to blame, but as part of that accident.

Bruce's has never had to have NDAs signed or even try to smooth things over with family members or the injured. The funds to help people with medical bills is not seen as a bribe to stay quiet. It is the silent understanding that the care is going to cost them a lot of money and they don't need to worry about that. That let them help with this so it is not a burden on them.

Clark is always careful and uses his powers as best he can, but he can't always be as gentle as he wishes he could and still rescue someone in time. Sometimes the choice he makes is to cause the least harm while saving them. It does not make it hurt less knowing that someone will have scars or life changing injuries from his rescue of them. No that always hurts. He always strives to learn to be better when it comes to rescuing people. Why he is always the first to sign up for rescue courses and lectures at the league.

What allows him to keep doing it and not freeze up when the time for those decisions are the letters. They are uncommon and often long after the event. Long letters that explain lots of things or ramble about nothing and everything. Small notes that are just a couple sentences. Some are types up and others hand written. Children tend to send him pictures drawn in colourful crayon or pencils. He even has a couple that included photos taken of them getting home for the first time after the hospital. All of them thanking him for helping them make it home to those they love.

Clark keeps it a not secret per say, but makes sure to not mention it to Bruce. As he just knows that if he were to mention how he checks in on as many of those he rescues it would drive him mad. Knowing him it would be seen as an undue risk to bring his identity to check in on them so much. That if it were to be noticed as a pattern that his enemies could use it against him. Yet he does his best to check in at lest once, if not in person then by going through records. He is just lucky that his job as a reporter means it is not seen as suspicious.

There’s a pretty high chance that Bruce secretly, under pain of death, pays for and conceals all of the people and innocent bystanders Clark accidentally injures or kills.

Because those super powers result in injuries and deaths, undoubtedly. Buildings topple and people are caught in blast waves. Clark’s laser eyes aren’t always accurate enough.

But he doesn’t know. Clark doesn’t know that Bruce quietly pays for rehab and funerals and long term care. Clark doesn’t know that the woman he saved last week suffered a fractured vertebrae because of how fast he pulled her out of that burning car. He doesn’t know that Bruce quietly paid for a million-dollar hospital stay because of her subsequent paralysis.

Bruce doesn’t tell Clark about them. He pays off bills and long term trust funds for patient care. He hides what he can from Clark because if Clark knew, he wouldn’t be able to go on being Superman.

And maybe, one day, when Bruce dies, he learns exactly what his best friend was doing, all these years. But at that point, there’s no Superman anyway. Not without Batman.

[knightyoomyoui]

"PERFECT NIGHT" | (ft. HUH YUNJIN of LE SSERAFIM) x M Reader

NOTE: First fic of my 2025 comeback and marks as a beginning of my new masterlist! SUMMARY: YN and Yunjin both won an award in a Korean music award show. Coincidentally, it happens in the same day as their anniversary. They went home for an indoor date as a celebration. After the date, Yunjin doesn’t want it to be over yet so she requested one last thing for them to have fun and make their night even more perfect. REQUESTED BY: @dav1233555

WORD COUNT: 3100+ (told yall the 2k max for normal request plan still depends lol) DONATE OR REQUEST FOR COMMISSION HERE: https://ko-fi.com/knightyoomyoui

The artists and their respective fans that filled up the Mizuzo Paypay Dome in Fukuoka, Japan has their ears and eyes all glued to the presenters of the awards for tonight’s 39th Golden Disc award show.

The two presenters were standing in the middle of the stage, the trophy in their hand, as well as their microphone to announce the winner of the category set to be awarded next to that deserving artist.

All of the nominees were shown in the screen, each earning different levels of cheers from their fans who made it in the attendance. After the familiar faces made an appearance, the presenters have been given a cue now to speak. “And now, the 39th Golden Disc Awards for the Best Group goes to…” the host flips the cover of the card to view the name. He pursed his head forward onto the mic and revealed: “LE SSERAFIM!” The blended sound of cheers and applause echoed around the dome. The camera then pans to the five members of the group that was mentioned all have the glee in faces hearing the name they represent called out for an overwhelming reward to their hardwork. They all rise up to their seats, lined up as they walk through the stage while being guided by the staffs of the show. As they made it, the hosts greeted and congratulated them for an another accomplishment in their career. Amongst the crowd watching, there’s you at one of the VIP tables along with other fellow artists eyeing with sincere support and happiness for that group, especially to that one particular woman who did the honor of receiving the award and came up to the front to begin the acceptance speech. Hearing your girlfriend, Huh Yunjin’s voice blasting through the speakers as she stated out her utmost gratitude for everyone who made it possible for them to bag an award tonight was music to your ears. There’s nothing more you can’t be easily get tired of listening than Yunjin in a bright mood when you know she can easily make your day as well. “Thank you so much to our FEARNOTS who voted for us and never stopped being on our side, appreciating our music everytime we do one. We will also continue to do our best on entertaining you guys, We love you!” Yunjin waves the trophy in the air as she was joined by her other co-members on shouting the last line. Before they leave the stage, Yunjin saw you clapping your hands and gave you a wink. You grinned wider and mouthed “I love you too” on her in response to what she said. It earned a blush from her when she understood it.

Another minutes of a performance from other artists have passed and now it was time for another announcement of winner in a category. This time, it was for the Most Popular Male Artist. It warms your heart hearing their cheers from some of your fans after seeing your face being one of the nominees. Whether you win an award or not, it didn’t matter for you anyway, as having a fanbase of your own already meant that you have become successful in your music career.

“For the 39th Golden Disc Awards’ Most Popular Male Artist, please come up to the stage:” “Yeah there’s no way I would be-”

“Song Y/N!” “Oh, wait what?”The spotlights, cameras, and people’s attention were all directed in a snap at your spot, looking confused and astounded. You weren’t expecting that this night wouldn’t be just a normal music show event you’ll be attending again, but there was something more for you to experience. You stood up and went to the stage. The emcees Cha Eunwoo and Moon Gayoung approached and shook hands with you before they handed you the award. As you stood on the platform, you took a deep breathe as you prepare your speech for the night. As you were there pouring out words that came straight from your heart, you were staring at Yunjin who is looking at you proudly. Her dazzling eyes and soft smile at you keeping you composed and more confident that you truly did deserve this award just as much as hers. “To my fans who keeps on reminding me that all my efforts I’ve been giving to my songs were always worth it, this one for each and every single one of you. We did it guys, thank you so much!” You bowed and waved to the public before you made your exit with joy.

After the show ended, both you and Yunjin excused yourselves to your managers and to her co-members that they’ll be meeting each other for tonight. They accepted since they are already the reason why. The reason that is related to your current private relationship with Yunjin. As Yunjin sneaks through the backstage with the help of her manager and some bodyguards, she then met you waiting at the parking lot. She dashes through you and you accepted her hug with open arms. “I’ll take it from here, thanks noona.” “Yeah enjoy your night, you two.” She greeted and waved away. As the manager brought the bodyguards along, Yunjin separated from you and glances straight through your eyes. “Look at you hotshot, winning an award as well huh.” she teased, patting you in the chest. “Yeah I didn’t see that coming. Thought its SEVENTEEN or others as well since they’ve been kinda trending all over social media too.” you responded humbly. “Probably you got back against them through streams and other criterias that lacked, I guess.” Yunjin shrugged. “But hey, there’s no doubt that whether you won or not, being considered for that award is already a big deal.”

Yunjin takes out her own trophy and clangs it at yours. “It’s just so happens that you were the lucky one to be chosen. Or should I say, WE?” “Congrats to us, love.” you kissed her on the lips. “There you go, savor the feeling of victory.” Yunjin said amusedly. “Let’s go home now. I want to get out of here, please.”

“Excited are we?” “More than you think. Well can you blame me? We’re about to turn our date into a double celebration.” She opened the door of your car and hopped in. “Damn right it is.” Both of you buckled up your seatbelts and you drove yourselves all the way to your apartment in Seoul. Reaching your room, you and Yunjin took off your shoes and placed your other belongings on the couch. “How about you go cook our dinner and I go prep up the table for us?” You originally planned to do all of this on your own and have her take a breather for a while as she rests because you don’t want to tire her more, but then again it made sense since this day is actually for the both of you and after you heard her enthusiasm earlier, you just allowed her initiation to join you on making this night special.  “That’s sounds good, let’s do it.”

You quickly went to the kitchen, prepare all the ingredients and cook the chosen food you wanted for the both of you that fits tonight’s occasion. Yunjin on the other hand was busy covering the tables with new cloth, arrange the plates and utensils, and and some bit of romantic element around the dining place.

Yunjin can’t help but to be shook and amazed that you were literally taking this seriously with the candles and rose petals you told to her to design with. Right when she created a lovely ambience, you have now served all the foods on the table.

Removing your apron and straightening the crumpled surfaces across her dress, both of you faced each other and looked at the satisfying result of your combined efforts to make your indoor date successful.

“Oh, be right back for a sec, I’ll just gonna grab something.” 

“Sure, I’ll wait.”

Yunjin watched you head through your bedroom. Her eyes widened when she heard the door open wide again and unveiled your standing figure holding a bouquet full of her favorite flowers in your arms.

“Oh my… YN, they look so pretty!  And these are- wow, did you seriously went with an effort of buying this for me?” she asked, with her hands on her agaped mouth.You responded with a chuckle before flashing a boastful smile.

“How could I forget? Happy 2nd anniversary to us.” Yunjin smiled. 

“Shall we begin our celebration with a toast?” She chuckled before nodding her head. Yunjin then dropped the flowers on the couch and gratefully accepted you gentlemen act of offering the seat to her.

As you sat, you reached for the wineglass, opened the bottle and poured each pair before raising it together with her.

“To our love and success.”

“And for many to come and last longer.”

“Cheers?”

You collided your glass gently on Yunjin’s before drinking the alcohol.

An hour has passed filled with your exchange of stories, laughters, and clanging sounds from your plates. You were already full and Yunjin was just emptying the bottle of wine.

“I think we had it all for today, huh.” You said. “Yeah, having an indoor date for the first wasn’t so bad after all then.” Yunjin shared her pleased reception for your decision. “Told you I can make everything wonderful just for my girl.” You squished her blushing cheeks. I’ll go to change now, babe. I want to sleep-”

“Already?” She interrupted you, snapping her head to your direction.

“Why? You haven’t had enough.”

“Nooo, I’m not through yet.” Yunjin pouted. “I still want to do one more thing.”

“Seems like you’re drunk now, babe. You really having fun, aren’t you?”

“Why, don’t you feel the same?” She playfully sulked. You walked beside her and pushed her head against your midsection, combing her hair.

“Stupid, ofcourse I’m not. I can’t get enough of you anytime.”

“You sure about that?”

“Mmmhhmm. What, do you want me to prove it to you or something?”

“What if I am?” She looked up at you. You saw the aura in her face changed into something seducive. Her hand began to rub through your shirt before her fingertips bump at your lowest button. “And I want you to show me in this way.”

“Would you do it with me? To make this night perfect?” She asked you breathily as she starts unbuttoning your buttons. With just a huff and a nod, Yunjin hastily then moved her hands toward your belt.

She unfastened it and opened your pants before she pulled it down. The outline of your hardened shaft laying diagonally against your left thigh made her bite her lower lips.

“That’s why you suck at lying sometimes, babe. Your words ain’t as honest as your body when you’re close to me.”

Yunjin slightly pushed you away for her to have some space as she knelt down before you. Cupping the bulge that charms her intoxicated self, she playfully squeezed it through the prison fabric before hooking her fingers at the waistband. “Mhm I love how huge and stiff it gets because it’s mine~”

That one swift move of Yunjin made you bare naked from below, especially your cock springing out from its confinement, pointing at her in which she giggled at how cute it reacts because of her despite of its dominating size.

Yunjin took ahold of your hardened shaft from the base and rained your entire length with kisses and licks up through the head. She finds your skin following her grasp as she strokes you up and down, edging you for a minute by releasing it and watching it twitch for her.

“Fuck, Yunjin. J-just get through it, please.”

Yunjin smirked, feeling an inch of pity for you. She fortunately followed, lifting your cock and sniffing its musky scent before directing it to her mouth and began sucking you. 

You released a huge sigh and placed your hand to her skull, petting and guiding her through your cock as she slurps your appendage inside her warm mouth. Her puckered lips crossing through the foreskin gets you gritting your teeth in sensation..

Based from your relaxed expression, your heaving breaths and trembling hands in her head, Yunjin can tell that she’s doing well with her oral performance, so she proceeded on coating your cock with her saliva, gliding her tongue through every inch.

You looked down and shivered, matching Yunjin’s stare at you while she gives you an amazing blowjob. She’s now sucking the half of your shaft with her fist pumping on the other. She released with a popping sound and sighed, gulping while she continues on jacking you off.

“Shit, Yunjin I’m about to-”

“You’re close?” Yunjin got alerted. “Give it all. In my mouth.”

You nodded. Yunjin returns your slimy cock on her mouth and did a series of deepthroats at you this time as you help her by pushing your hips. Each attempts awakens your senses more with the choruses of her gag reflex absence.

“Fuck… fuck, Yunjin I’m cumming.” You said. Both of your hands are now gripping on Yunjin’s hair. Few more pushes through her face, you felt a streak of hot spunk emerge from your tip straight onto her throat.

You kept her gaped mouth around the thickness of your meat for a second before slowly sliding her off and giving her a chance to breathe heavily. She then swallowed your load and licked some of your pre-cum in her fingers as well as some drops in your tip by tapping it onto her tongue.

“So yummy. That was a lot of a dessert.” Yunjin was impressed. “But I’m sure you still got more left in here, don’t you?” She cupped your balls and massaged it.

“Oh yes I am… and you can have it as much as you want, babe.” Confirming that you’re liking where is this going, you helped her to stand up and pulled her through your bedroom. You finally take off your coat and polo as Yunjin goes to pounce at your neck, giving you some hickeys to remember your heated session for tonight’s date once you woke up tomorrow.

You went through her thighs up to her ass, feeling the panties covering its smooth skin. She yelped at your touch before you stole a kiss again on her lips. Your hands went to the front to get a brush on her soaked slit.

Yunjin whimpered to your mouth. In return, she grabs your semi-erect cock and pumps it back to life. You lift off the hem of her dress and throw it aside, the red laced bra shielding her small mounds became evident at you.

Pushing your idol girlfriend to the bed, you bundled her skirt around her waist and tugged her panties down. Witnessing her dripping cunt, you didn’t want to waste the syrupy liquid so you went with a long slurp of her pussy three times until the juices partly stop.

Yunjin mewled at the feeling of your face against her ass and your talented mouth on the sacred cavern where it rightfully belongs. You kissed each of her asscheeks before slapping them in preparation for what you’re about to do after.

Pushing your now awakened cock again, this time to her tight inviting asshole. It slowly accepted your length, Yunjin shuddered at your cock invading her insides slowly but dangerously. She gripped on to the bedsheets as she noticed her body now rocking with yours as you hump onto her ass, skin to skip slapping playing across the room.

“Fuck, go harder! Shit, oh god how I’ve missed this so much!” Yunjin shouted, acknowledging the longing memory of the last time you and her did this before the long scheduling conflicts affected both of your sexual life.

You used the bundled skirt and her waist as a handle as you continously ravage her plump ass. 

“You’re so fucking tight, babe. I might not hold on any longer!” 

“And you’re too big! Fffuck I’m going first!” Yunjin elicited one last loud “ugh!” before you felt your thighs being showered with her squirt as you still played with her clit for stimulation.

You pulled Yunjin’s upper body, unwrap her bra which you threw aside like nothing, and grope her bare tits from behind. She kissed you to the side while she rubs her rear into your cock.

You decided to switch positions, with you now laying on the bed and Yunjin still buried within your dick, her sexy toned back faced towards you. She ain’t no dumb to miss the point of where it’s about to go, she then began to bounce slowly at your lap as you watched her fulfill her desire.

“Shit, that’s fucking hot, babe. Goddamn.” You sweared watching your baddie girlfriend twerk her voluptous ass against your crotch. Meanwhile, Yunjin is now eyes shut with horny evidence within her face doing what she loves.

A couple of adjustments of her thighs caged around yours as she rides you, she tries to stir your cock around her ass in different angles as possible while bouncing harshly before you decided to take the show to its end as you now about to reach your peak.

You catched Yunjin’s arm and spun her around to join you on the bed.She went close, you cuddled her and roughly pounded her from behind as you spent the last stamina you have in store to make this stunning woman of yours filled to the brim.

She goes along with your mouth, while you grope her breasts and fingered her fast to boost her stimulation. Yunjin moaned loudly at the pleasant effect of your manhood and digits taking control of stretching her innards.

“Oh god don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuckkk mmhmmm yes yes yes ahhh YN I’m cumming!”

Bump after bump after bump relentlessly to her abused ass, you grunted as you released another large load deep inside of her while she squirted another into your hands, staining the bed.

You helped her ride out her orgasm as you slowly withdrew your active fingers through her pussy along with few more curves. Slicked with her love juices, you slurped and gave Yunjin a taste of her own resolution also.

Slipping your limp cock into her ass, Yunjin holds your arm cuddling around her exhausted body as both of you rest from your activity. She gritted in satisfaction as she felt some of your cum escaping through her used hole, making a trail through her cheek down to the sheets.

“What a perfect night we have.” Yunjin said with a smile of satisfaction. She may have not looked at you, but the firm squeeze she did within your grasp made you feel its sincerity more. “I love you so much,YN.”

“I love you as well, Yunjin. More than you know.” You swept off some sweat and loose strands of her hair away from her beautiful face then smooched her on the crown before falling asleep together with her by your side.

[f1cflcfic]

The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part V

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons.

genre: social media au, angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

[A/N: I can't believe we're coming to an end of this! Just one part left to go... And then if you'd like, a whole bunch of 'deleted scenes' :)]

part i part ii part iii part iv

♥･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♡･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♥

post-race November, 2026

November 25-27, 2026

[Excerpt: BBC Radio 1 Interview with Lando Norris]

“And this morning we’ve got a very special guest on the show, it’s Lando Norris!”

“Hi Greg, how are ya?”

“Good, we’re very excited to have you here in the studio, especially since you’ve only just returned from the Las Vegas Grand Prix, where you won!”

There’s a lot of celebratory noise in the studio, with confetti poppers going off around Norris.

“Woohoo! We did!”

“Ah you know, I love that you still say “we” – even when it’s just you in the car seeing that chequered flag,” Greg continues.

“It’s a team effort, though. I love my McLaren team, and if it wasn’t for all the hard work from all the engineers, the data analysts, and other staff members – I wouldn’t be able to drive to victory.”

“Are you still in the post-win haze, or are you already focused on this weekend’s race in Qatar?”

“Not gonna lie, I’m definitely still riding that victory high, but I’m flying out for the next race tomorrow – that’s when I’ll have to flip the switch. So I’m giving myself today to still lean into the euphoria.”

“All around euphoria? Vegas is a city that can easily also lead you down the path of temptation and very bad, no good decisions,” Greg asks.

Lando smirks. “I would say that all my decisions were actually very great. No regrets.”

“No? I mean, just for that, I think we should play a true classic. We will be back with Formula One driver Lando Norris after this next song, “Waking Up in Vegas” by Katy Perry”

(…)

“And that was “No More Sad Songs” by Y/N L/N, followed by Justin Bieber’s latest return to pop music. Now, Lando – you are also a music fan yourself. Once even had a go at being somewhat of a DJ yourself.”

Lando turns bashful, shaking his head. “Nah, not really. I think it’s fun to experiment, but definitely leaving that to the professionals.”

“Hm you’d think being surrounded by people who’ve made music their career would definitely have somewhat of a trickle-down effect,” Greg muses, and Lando lets out a little giggle. “I don’t think it works like that.”

“Well I think we should see how in-tune you really are with them - see what I did there? – in a game of Sit Down or Stand Up!”

Lando dutifully gets out his phone, then suddenly halts and asks, “can people see my phone like this, no right?” He then waves at the camera and turns away from it as he goes through his contact list.

“Okay so I’ll try Martin then – but he might not answer if he’s in the studio,” he cautions. “That’s alright. Do you think he’ll be standing up or sitting down?”

“Definitely sitting down,” Lando laughs. The phone rings, and rings, and rings. Then gets forwarded to voicemail.

Greg makes a shocked face, then starts grinning. “I think we know now who did party too hard,” and Lando rolls his eyes. “He might be on a flight to Ibiza, actually. Well, what do we do now? I haven’t ruined the bit now, have I?

“We just try the next one! Surely there’s someone else you can call,” Greg encourages. Lando looks at his phone again, eyes focused on the screen as he scrolls in concentration.

“Not that one, definitely can’t call this one,” he mutters out loud, then seems to catch himself and turns a little red. “Okay, I’ll just call Osc. Let me call my teammate. I know for a fact,” he points his finger, “that he will stand up to answer the call. Because he’s polite like that.”

Greg squints in contemplation, then shrugs. “I think, just to be contrarian, that I’m gonna say he’ll be sitting down.”

“What are we betting on?”

“A papaya?”

Lando snorts. “Sure, let’s do it.” This time, it doesn’t take long at all for Oscar to answer.

“Hi?”

“Hi mate, listen, you’re live on Radio 1 and I have a very important question to ask you,” Lando says happily. Oscar groans over the phone, and it’s easy to picture him running a hand through his hair.

“Oh god, alright – lay it on me.”

“Are you, standing down or sitting up,” Lando asks, then bursts out in giggles as he realises what he's done after Greg starts cracking up. “Oh no! Oh no, wait – don’t answer yet. Let me try that again, aahh I said it wrong! Are you … standing up or sitting down?”

“Oh, is Greg James there?”

“I am,” Greg replies, “Hi Oscar! Please let us know if you’re indeed sitting down, or standing up.”

“Hello! I am … standing up, actually Lando called me in the middle of my workout. I’m jogging, so sorry if I’m breathing very loudly.”

Lando pulls a face. “Are you serious right now? You’re making me look bad, mate.”

“Motivation, is what it is – alright, I guess I now owe Lando a papaya?!”

November 28, 2026

[Excerpt: Hot or Not with Y/N L/N]

“Alright Y/N, we’ve got a bunch of statements here – and we want you to tell us if you think they’re hot or not.”

“Ready! Wait, I use this green one for hot right? And red for not, like a red flag?”

“Correct! Okay, let’s start then. First, we’ve got some statements that are related to your album. Sad songs – hot or not?”

“Oh my god, I thought you meant they’d be easier! Ugh, well I guess hot? My last single is called No More Sad Songs, but I love a good sad song, if I’m honest”

"I was wondering about that! Fans are hoping for a music video. Can you confirm or deny the rumours that you've been filming one the past few days?"

Y/N raises the green card. "It's been an absolute blast putting this video together with my friends, at a local bar. I can't wait for the fans to see it."

“Ohhh neither can I! It does bring me to the next topic, because this is how the rumours got started. Juice channels – hot or not?”

“Now that is an easy one. Not. I don’t mind fans wanting to speculate about which single is coming next, or what the tour is going to look like. But I don’t like the invasiveness of some of these pages like deuxmoi.”

“Noted. Have they ever been true, though? Their prophecies?”

“Of deuxmoi or the fans?”

“Either.”

“I mean, of course! If someone sees me eating in a restaurant they could very well be right. It just ruins my experience of existing out in the real world, so I’d rather not read about it the next morning, you know?”

“Speaking of food. How about people naming their pets after food items?”

“Oh like a dog named Taco? Or Kiwi? I think it can be fun! I also like human names for dogs. And I like dog names for dogs. You know, I think I just really like dogs. They’re all *baby* in my head, anyways.”

“Hmm so you like human names for pets. Do you enjoy pet names as a human?”

“Personally I don’t really tend to use them, except love. I find others a bit cringe, but I don’t mind if my partner wants to use them to refer to me. Darling, or baby. I guess what I find hot is someone who’s really open about expressing their appreciation and love for you.”

November 30, 2026

December 1st, 2026

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December 6, 2026

[Excerpt SkyNews]

FINAL F1 RACE IN ABU DHABI WILL DECIDE THE WINNER, NORRIS “CONFIDENT”

(…)

Norris arrived at the paddock with friends and family in tow. It’s an unusual sight for the driver who usually sticks closely to a tried and tested routine. Perhaps his crash just last weekend, and the resulting difficult grand prix ahead of him changed his mind. Or perhaps it’s the fact that singer Y/N L/N seems to have travelled with him for moral support.

She did not engage with press, and hurried inside while Norris fielded questions from various interviewers. “I’m eager, and hungry to win this weekend. I feel like I’ve proven myself this past year, and I want to make my team proud. It wouldn’t just be me winning for myself, but also for everyone who’s helped me realise that dream. So I’m not necessarily always the most confident guy, but I do feel confident going into this.”

The driver has a small lead in the championship, and had hoped to capitalise on it last weekend. However, due to a collision with Lewis Hamilton – one of his main challengers – in Qatar, it will all come down to the results of this season’s final race in Abu Dhabi.

Unlike some of his fellow drivers, Norris opted to fly back and forth throughout the final triple header of the season. While it remains unconfirmed, he was reportedly seen visiting his ex in both London last week (prior to Qatar), and New York just two days ago. It’ll remain to be seen whether or not the travelling will take its toll on his performance on track.  

December 7th, 2026

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[a/n: we're so close to the end now!!]

You can read the previous parts by going here, part VI is available here.

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[marauder-misprint]

congrats on 500!!! can i get number 23 from the dialogue prompts with sirius black? thanks love!

²³⁾ “i’d sell my soul for you, babe.”

Thank you for the request, lovely! I debated doing an established relationship for this one, but I really really really like writing confessions of feelings ❤︎

His Happiness

Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader

2.0k words

cw: fluff, mutual pining?

Your friendship with Sirius was affectionate. 

You were always a physical person, hugging people as a way of greeting them and holding hands was a comfort. Afternoons in the common room would have you snuggled up with one of your friends. Sirius was taken by surprise the first you hugged him; his upbringing didn’t offer the familiarity of soft touches. He almost pulled his hand away the first time you grabbed it out of excitement to show him something. He flinched when you flopped down on the couch and practically laid on him.

But he learned to appreciate the delicacy of it all. He anticipated your warmth around him. As your friendship with him grew, so did how often you were touching. As inseparable from the Marauders as he was, he was just as much with you. You were basically an honorary member. 

One thing you didn’t want to admit to yourself, or Sirius for that matter, was when you realized that your touches with him didn’t feel so platonic anymore. They were more. You wanted more. You just didn’t know how to get that. It wasn’t like you could just tell him or ask that of him. 

No. You certainly could not do that. You’d end up losing the boy who was your best friend. So you would hide your feelings under a mask, bury them so deep that you can almost convince yourself that they don’t even exist in the first place. 

It didn’t help that he was as beautiful as he was. As carefree and funny and bold and intelligent. You weren’t the only girl in the school who liked Sirius. The others seemed to have no problem showing it either, flirting with him before, after and during classes. Whenever they got a chance to be close to him it seemed. He flirted back with them but as far as you knew, that’s all it was, although you assumed girl talk was reserved for when it was only the Marauders in the room. 

“They aren’t dating, just friends,” girls would say in the corridors as you walked to class holding hands with Sirius. “Then why are they always together?”

“Hey, Sirius!” one called as you approached the Charms classroom. 

He dropped your hand without a second thought, turning to the girl with his signature smirk. You knew better than to wait by the door for him. You didn’t want to hear whatever flirtatious comment she would say and how he would respond. It was easier if you just sat down. You could almost pretend that it wasn’t happening. 

“What’d little miss Ravenclaw want?” James asked as Sirius sat down next to him. 

“Oh, you know, the usual.” 

James laughed. You didn’t quite know what ‘the usual’ was exactly but you weren’t a part of the conversation. Not right now, at least. 

“Which is it this time: picnic by the lake or trip to Hogsmeade?” Peter asked seemingly disinterested. 

“Hogsmeade.”

“You going?” Peter asked, just as nonchalantly as before.

“Told her I’d think about it,” Sirius answered as Professor Flitwick moved to the front of the classroom to start the lesson. “Never know if something will come up.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. So ‘the usual’ was a date. You stared at your notebook as if looking anywhere else would physically harm you. If you had turned your head slightly to the right, you would’ve seen Sirius looking at you with a soft expression. 

You didn’t think he did, but Sirius noticed how you started hanging back whenever girls approached him with witty comments and fluttering eyelashes. He didn’t know how to tell you that he wished you would throw a comment like that his way or bat your eyelashes at him. He knew he’d melt if you did. While he didn’t mind the attention from the other girls, they weren’t you. 

The rest of the week pained you. You felt like you were standing in the way Sirius and his future girlfriend, if that was the Ravenclaw girl or not. The comments from the corridors had seeped in a little too deep. ‘Why are they always together?’ You’d make things easier for Sirius. You became quieter. You reduced your touches while still being near him until you stopped that too. It was weird to say the least. You had become so accustomed to having Sirius at your side and in your clutches that putting physical space between you was uncomfortable.

But you knew it had to be done. There was too high of a chance that you and your physicalness with affection were standing in the way of Sirius’ happiness. 

You replaced him with Lily, Mary, Marlene and Dorcas. They accepted you into their circle easily; of course, you were roommates with three of them. You tried to dodge their questions about Sirius with excuses of ‘Just mixing it up’ and ‘Can’t a girl want to hang out with her ladies?’ They seemed to buy it enough. 

Sirius noticed it all. He noticed when you stopped making little comments and telling him every detail of your day from when you were apart. He noticed when you stopped reaching out for his hand and when you scooted away from him if you were sitting or standing close. He noticed when you were no longer spending your spare time with him and the boys. He watched as you went to sit with the girls despite your usual spot next to him being open. He frowned as he looked at you from across the table in the Great Hall and across the room in the common room. He didn’t know what he did to make you go away. 

In your distancing, you didn’t know that Sirius didn’t go on the date with the Ravenclaw. You had been in the phase between lessening your touches and hanging out with the girls more when Saturday came and went. It had now been two weeks since she asked. 

“Where’s your shadow?” Peter asked as Sirius sat down next to James in the Charms classroom. 

The boys had all noticed over the week that you weren’t as present as you usually were. They weren’t going to say anything about it, figuring that there had been a tiff or something and you’d be back. Peter, however, had borrowed your Arithmancy notes and needed to give them back. 

“Uh, I think I saw her outside with McKinnon? Dunno.”

“Dunno,” Remus mocked. “Mate, maybe it’s a conversation for later, but what’d ya to ‘er?”

Sirius threw his head back so his hair hung off his head like curtains. “Nothing!”

“Padfoot,” Remus said in a low voice. 

“What?” His eyes were closed as he tipped his chair onto its back legs. “She’s just, ah, what’d Mary say… mixing it up.” 

James chuckled as you entered the room with Marlene, sitting on the other side of the classroom. 

“Mixing it up or do you have a plague we don’t know about?” he asked, elbowing Sirius in his side. 

“Fuck, Prongs,” Sirius hissed, his chair screeching against the stone floor as he abruptly sat up. 

He saw where you were sitting and he grumbled something incoherent to himself. The boys found it hard to believe that Sirius didn’t do anything, but it was clear that he didn’t know that he had and wasn’t going to accept it. Remus and Peter exchanged curious looks before Peter’s face lit up. He leaned over his desk and poked Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Do me a favor and give her her Arithmancy note back for me after class. Maybe you could, ah, you know, talk to her or something.”

Sirius turned in his chair quickly. Peter held out the notes with a little flourish and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wormtail, you might be a genius,” Sirius said, taking the notes and shoving them into his bag. 

After the class ended, Sirius haphazardly tossed his things into his bag and hurried after you. You and Marlene had sat closer to the door and disappeared almost instantly after Flitwick dismissed everyone. He spotted you two walking in the direction of the Transfiguration Courtyard. He needed to catch up with  you. 

After jogging to catch up to you, he asked out of breath, “What did I do?”

You stopped walking, looking at Marlene as if she knew what he was talking about. She glanced between the two of you.

“I’ll, um let you talk?” she said awkwardly before leaving you in the semi-privacy of the corridor. 

Sirius grabbed your arm and pulled you into an alcove to be out of the way of other students.

“What did I do?” he repeated. Guilt laced his voice despite not knowing what he was guilty of. 

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

You hated how hurt he sounded. You shifted your weight and looked anywhere but at him. 

“Helping you,” you said softly. “I’m helping you.”

He pressed his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

“Why on this bloody earth would my best friend avoiding me be helping me?”

“I’m clearing the way for you to be happy.” Your voice was still small. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He placed his hands on your shoulders. You took a step back, but he just took a step forward so the distance between you didn’t change. 

“Help me understand,” he pleaded. 

You forced yourself to look him in the eye. His grey eyes were scanning your face for the answers you were withholding from him. 

“The girls,” you start to say, gesturing with your arm to an invisible crowd. “You have a better chance at getting a girlfriend if I’m not around. I hear-” Your voice cracks. “I hear what they say. They debate if we’re together or not since we’re always together. I figured if I wasn’t in the picture, that wouldn’t be an issue. You’d have your pick.”

Sirius took another step toward you and let his hands drop to your elbows and then to your hands, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. 

“What if,” he spoke slowly as he stared at your hands, “I already picked?”

“Then she’s a lucky girl.” 

You could feel tears welling in your eyes. He already picked. It was probably that Ravenclaw.

“If she likes me, then I’d say I’m the lucky one.” 

“Of course she likes you,” you said, giving his hands a squeeze and making him look at you again. “Hasn’t she been flirting with you and asking you on dates?” You give him an empty smile. “The usual?”

“That Ravenclaw?” he asked with wide eyes. “No. Godric, no. The girl I’m talking about… She’s much better. She taught me how to be soft and tender and delicate. I’m not sure how she did it, but she did. And she’s been a loud presence in my life since we met. But she’s been avoiding me for a bit and the silence… Love, it’s driving me crazy.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, enough to give you a faint feeling of nausea. 

“Me?” you breathed. 

“You.” He dropped your hands so he could cup your face. “I don’t know when it happened exactly, but I fell for you.

“But all the flirting?” He chuckled awkwardly. “Practicing in hopes you’d say something. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t risk losing you, but then you disappeared and it was worse than I could’ve imagined.” He paused and his face grew pink. “I s’pose I should’ve asked… Do you-”

“Oh, Merlin, don’t be daft. Do you think I’d put up with all your Marauders’ bullshit if I didn’t?”

You both laughed and then Sirius pulled your face close to his before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank goodness. Because I’d sell my soul for you. I’d sell my soul ten times over for you.” 

“Let’s hope it never comes to that.” Your words are teasing but the smile on your face is as genuine and warm as it is wide. 

Because you were Sirius’ happiness. 

[almostmylove]

Sleepover with each batfam members

A/n:I did not put in Cassandra or Steph since I don’t know much about them and I don’t want to miss characterize them from the little information I have( I’m going to read the comics soon trust) try to spot my favorite character!!!

None of the pictures belong to me!!!!!!

( you can think of it platonic or romantic i think it works either way🤷‍♀️)expect maybe for Alfred.idk

Summary:you’ve managaed to convince the batfam to take a break for once, lets see how it would go

Alfred👴🕴️

Place: Wayne manor

Its rare for Alfred to take a hour or day off but when asked with those pleading puppy eyes it was hard to say no to the one he considered his child.

He considers you like a children of him tho he does with everyone but more or so with you. But when you first asked him his immediate response was to direct you to dick or something else in the house but you insisted it be him.

Tho initially states that he is “ too old” to be having sleepovers and has a lot of things to do that doesn’t stop him from making your favorite cookies and other snacks( you going along with progress)

Out of curiosity you ask him about his childhood and you guys end up watching shows and movies that he used to watch back in the day. That something else that you never knew about him but he surprising used ( and still) loved telenovelas

Somewhere along the movie or show you fall asleep and wake up in the crips morning of sunrise with food (and freshly baked cookies) at your bedside and a small yet subtle smile from Alfred.

Bruce Wayne🦇

Place: Wayne manor

It's really rare for bruce (cough cough!) batman, to the have the night off but today is different. Most of the villians are locked up and stayed that way

He was planning on working on a case since he still had work but when you asked him he couldn't just refuse since he promised you a long time ago he would make time.( he could take back his promise to you at a perfect time) plus it wasn’t every day that Gotham was quite ( mhmm wierd).

I think he would be type of guy of guy to put action movies and skip to the action part just to analyze them (he woukd never admit but he takes a little bit inspiration from them).

Also Maybe some disney movies for old times sake since he probably liked that before his paresnt died. But he would be attached to them since he got to watch too many and it was more of a new thing back then. ( damn he’s old)

As for snacks probably popcorn for the both of you and a bit of wine for him tho if you want some he would probably serve you some. ( unless you are a child of his or something)

The rest of the night goes pretty well. Sometime the batboys “accidentally” stumble upon your movie and start joining in.

Dick is the first one to join and then the rest come in as if in queue ( in age too). After a while He apologizes and leaves leaving you with the remaining batfam. Alfred stop by and hands you guys some snack in a tray of freshly baked goods.

After the movie is over you excuse yourself to to find Bruce and you find him in the batcave , leaning on the chair and taking a Power Nap. His screen displays a case that recently happen so you leave him be.

You don’t happen to notice that on the very top corner of the monitor is a live video of you and and the batboys watching the movie with you no longer there.

Barbara Gordon💻👩‍🦽‍➡️🦇

Place: Barbara’s house

I have a feeling she would like action horror or romance and if you guys had a hard time choosing one, you would try via coin flip.

Head for horror and tails for romance

HEADS WIN!

You guys ended up watching a horror movie which probably wasn’t a good idea. Gotham was slow and calm which most people would expect you to be relaxed and calm but that made you guys even more worried. Like nurses say “never say it’s a slow night” since it means something big is going to happen

For snacks you guys would definitely order pizza and fries with a side of soda. Probably not the healthiest but who cares a movie night is the perfect time!( you guys would later regret that since you end up spilling food from a jumpscare)

In the end you two end up being too scared and paranoid that you guys ended up watching Barbie

( specifically barbie a Christmas coral and Barbie: a mermaid tale) on dvd and some how falling asleep on the floor, cuddling each other for safety

Listen you might be judging but even tho both of you are skilled, hard to crack people because of your double life , it still doesn’t stop movies from scaring you.

Dick Grayson🤹‍♀️

Place: bludhaven apartment

You guy would definitely have the sleepover in one of his apartment in bludhaven ( my mans rich or daddies movie but it could be his police officer salery🤷‍♀️)

He would like to have everything prepared in advance so that you guys don't have get up and miss parts of the movie. You guys would probably also do skin care like clay mask with the bandana that holds your hair out while gossiping or just talking about stuff and future.

(He definitely tried juggling your skin care products to see if he could still do it. Nope but close enough).

I feel like you guys would be watching a random romantic movie and since none of you guys read the description that one of the main love ingress going to die so you two ended up crying in the end ( him more than you)

For this one he would bring out one of his favorite cereals from his cereal collection which is littered in limited addition cereals.

For snacks Definitely pizza but instead of regular you guys get the spilt one. Half pineapple and half your favorite toppings. He ends up finishing his side and takes some of yours.

Afterwards you guys head to sleep but a new movie pops up peaks your interest ( something about superheros and you guys watch it until he falls asleep.

You bring his drowsy body and place it in his bed and head to sleep yourself

You aren’t too sure why he insisted on having the sleepover even tho he had a long day tomorrow. Well you did mention wanting to have a sleepover but that was months ago

Doesn’t matter tho cuz I’m the morning you woke up with glowing skins( same with Grayson) and an added chain to memories of connections

Jason todd🔫💪

Place: his place and out

In my opinion instead of just hanging out at his house/apartment or at the wayne manner i think he would like to watch a movie in the theater maybe hangout a bit in shops and then go to his place and watch a movie when you guys are cozy and relaxed

This one is a bit complicated but i think he would like to watch a slice of life first. It would only to see how it would look like to live a normal life and worry about normal problems (his death).

•You guys would maybe make home made hot/chile dogs and that was when you fortunately found out that Jason liked to grill. Surprise right?(HE CAN COOK GUYS)

The night would go pretty quickly going movie after movie but then Jason would urge you to go to sleep becuase its bad for your health to to stay up too long. It wasn't fair why'd he have treat you like a child it was only 3 am( same tho)

With reluctance from you and lesson on why sleeping is important from Jason you went to sleep but not before telling him to do the same. He nodded and with a soft hum later back and closed his eyes.

What a lair he was

Tim Drake💻👾

Place:Wayne manor

It didn't take too long to convince this man to have a sleep over with you as he had just finished a project that he had been working on for a week snd wanted a bit if time to relax(shocker. dw guys he just invented a way to teleport lol).

Im not too sure what types of movies he would like but i really think he would like super hero movies or shows and stuff that makes you learn so you guys would maybe put on shows like odd squad or wild krats. after a while you guys would change it to movies like karate kid and all you would hear is Tim cheering for the main character.

You guys would eat a lot of junk for that night like donut, ice cream ( nepolitain icecream), chips, soda etc and of course coffee. One of guys had the bright idea to mix the food together as a small experiment on the side and eat it. Probably not the best idea but at the moment it sounded fun.

Even tho all the hyper foods were severed and you needed a way to take your energy out so what’s better then movement

Just dance and Mario cart it is!

It was a surprise when drake pulled out his Nintendo to play a game snd suggested to play a bit.

You were crushing it at both games , too bad he crushed you at Mario kart but you got your come back in just dance.

it wasn't a surprise that Tim would fall asleep after that despite die to the insane amount of coffee he was running on.( you took away his coffee)

You let him sleep, wrapping a blanket around him and take off any accessories he might have like earbuds and stuff that might hurt him

In the morning it would be Alfred that find you guys and tucks you two into bed . You guys never know that there’s a small photo of that morning in plastered in Alfreds memory book with both of your names at the bottom surrounded by familial names and photos.

Damien Wayne ⚔️🤺

God damn, why was it hard to talk to this boy about.

It took about a whole month of you asking for him to finally but reluctantly gave in. He always said that “sleepovers were a waist of time” when he could be doing his better stuff ( he didn’t have anything better to do)

The sleepover would definitely take place in his room. Like hell he would risk anyone see you guys having a sleepover especially by dick (he would tease him none stop)

The words that he would say over and over again were "sleep overs are for kids, very childish i would never be caught watching a cheesy kids story". Little did he know what you had in store for him.

When you started putting on the lion king he stood up and almost left. If it wasnt for alfred pointing out how he had accepted the deal and couldn't back out now or he wouldn’t be up to the Wayne standers. ( Alfred’s the best). That seem to hurt his ego a bit and grumply sat down next to you

He sat very reluctantly and seemed very disinterested for the start of it until scar killed mufasa ( scar kinda reminded him of his gramps, maybe just the looks?)

After that he locked in like crazy maybe even being more interested in the movie then you.

Alfred would make some Sabich Sandwich ( vegan? This do before batcow)

You'd definitely fall asleep like 3/4 into the movie and Damien would let you. He couldn’t let you see the rang of emotions he went through in those few minutes.

In the morning you woke up in Your bed with a note on your bedside table, reading a great time watching and a possible discussion on the events of the movie+ an invitation by him to another movie night in secret

He wouldn’t be able to live if Jon or his brothers teased him on it or worse started to join

For next time is waiting to watch zootopia or maybe something else?

[lovelyspring7]

White Pearl | Yandere JJK x Reader

Summary: You’ve been working as a str1pper for a month until billionaire Jeon Jungkook suddenly takes an interest in you, actually maybe too much of an interest…

Word count: 7,6k

Genre: Yandere, sugar daddy au

Pairing: CEO Sugar daddy Jungkook x str1pper sugar baby reader, short mentions of Cha Eunwoo & Jung Jaehyun.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, abuse of power, fight scene, non consensual touching, mentions of a dead father.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: Okay I’m really proud of how this turned out! I really hope you enjoy reading it! Don’t be a silent reader, show some support and feedback!☺️💜

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In three days, Jeon Jungkook will become the heir of his deceased father’s successful real estate company. Jungkooks fate was written from the moment he was born, it was only a matter of time before it happened. The old man had it coming, drinking aged scotch and smoking the finest Cuban cigars since he could remember.

Jungkook has never been close with his parents. He despised them. His parents wanted nothing to do with him, his only purpose was to take over his father’s company, and Jungkook knew that. That’s why he wasted no time trying to get closer to his parents. It was no use. They made that very clear when they sent 7-year-old Jungkook to a prestigious boarding school with other rich snobs.

Although, being an only child, rich and privileged. All he had to do was to snap his fingers and he’d get what he wanted almost immediately.

The newest expensive car? Check.

Private jets? Check.

Luxury real estate? Check.

You could say he had it all, at least the materialistic stuff.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Jeon,” Eunwoo said with his usual charm, offering a polite nod to Jungkook’s mother.

She barely reacted, her lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you, Eunwoo. Jungkook’s inside.” Her voice was light, devoid of grief. Eunwoo nodded before he entered the study, Jaehyun trailing behind.

“Hey, Kook,” Jaehyun said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

Jungkook didn’t look up. Instead, he swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. “I’m fine.”

“Your mom seems fine too,” Jaehyun added, his voice tinged with disbelief. He perched on the edge of the desk, glancing at Eunwoo.

“So,” Eunwoo began, leaning casually against the wall. “How much did you inherit, exactly?”

Jungkook smirked. “A lot.”

Jaehyun grinned. “Lucky bastard. Hey, how about we grab a drink? Celebrate your, uh, newfound wealth.”

“Sure,” Eunwoo added, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Or we could check out that new club. You know, the one with the strippers? Rumor has it they’ll do anything for the right price.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “You’re seriously suggesting we hit a strip club the same day as my father’s funeral?”

Jaehyun shrugged. “Excess was his thing, wasn’t it? You’re just keeping tradition alive.”

The comment shouldn’t have amused Jungkook, but it did. He pushed himself up from the chair, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “You’re both idiots.”

“But we’re your idiots,” Jaehyun said with a wink, throwing an arm around Eunwoo as they headed for the door. “Be there by eleven. And bring cash! Lots of it!”

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“You’re late,” Bora called, not even looking up as she leaned toward the mirror, expertly reapplying her cherry-red lipstick. The fluorescent lights of the dressing room buzzed softly overhead.

“Yeah, I had to submit an assignment early today,” you replied, shrugging off your jacket and pulling your hair back. The soreness in your shoulders hadn’t left since your morning shift at the café.

Bora glanced at you in the mirror, her eyebrows raising as she watched you strip down to your work attire, a sparkling two-piece that felt far too bold against your skin. “Girl, you’re gonna burn yourself out at this rate. You know that, right?”

You shrugged, forcing a smile as you strapped on your pink glitter heels. “Gotta pay rent somehow.”

It has been a month since you started working at Black Pearl Club. When the bartender job didn’t pan out, stripping felt like your only option. Temporary, you’d told yourself. Just until you graduate, just until you get out of debt. But every time you caught your reflection in the dressing room mirror, the weight of it all made your stomach turn.

“Okay, well, hurry up. It’s getting crazy out there,” Bora said, as she fluffed her hair. “All the big spenders are here tonight.”

“Just give me five minutes,” you replied, swiping on mascara.

Before Bora could respond, her eyes widened, and she let out a dramatic gasp. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you asked, startled, almost smudging your makeup.

“It’s freaking Jeon Jungkook,” she hissed, peeking through the cracked door. Her voice was breathless with excitement, like she’d just spotted a celebrity, which, apparently, she had.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely confused.

Bora whipped her head around to gape at you. “You can’t be serious. Jeon Jungkook. The heir to Jeon Real Estate? Rich, sexy, and way too powerful for his own good?”

Your blank expression didn’t change, so she sighed dramatically. “Never mind. Just know he’s loaded. And he brought Cha Eunwoo and Jung Jaehyun with him. Jackpot.”

She tugged her top down a little lower, adjusted her already perfect hair, and shot you a wink. “Don’t wait too long, or the girls will snatch them up. But not before I do.” With that, she was gone, strutting confidently out the door.

You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering to yourself. “Wow. The power of Bora.”

Taking one last glance at your reflection, you squared your shoulders and stepped out onto the floor. The music hit you immediately, a deep, pulsing rhythm that matched the sway of bodies on the dimly lit stage. You moved cautiously, still new to this world and its unspoken rules. You weren’t like Bora or the other dancers, who walked with easy confidence, drawing men like moths to a flame. No, you stayed in the background, lingering by tables, feeding shots to customers, even helping to clean up spilled drinks.

The pole? That was for the pros. You didn’t dare try it on nights like this.

“Hey,” a voice called out, cutting through the music. It was low, smooth, with just a hint of amusement.

You turned, and your stomach dropped when you saw him. His dark eyes glinted under the club’s shifting neon lights, framed by long lashes that softened the sharp angles of his face. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his tailored blazer, and a silver chain glinted against his silk shirt. He looked like he didn’t belong here, like he owned the place.

“Excuse me?” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“How’d you end up here?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His smirk was small, almost playful, but there was something in his gaze that made you uneasy. “You don’t look like the type.”

You crossed your arms, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “Listen, sir, I don’t know what kind of weird roleplay you’re into, but I’m not interested.”

He laughed softly, the sound rich and low. “Wait, hold on,” he said, stepping in front of you before you could turn away. “I’ll pay you a thousand bucks just to sit on my lap.”

You blinked, startled by the casual audacity. “A thousand? For just that?”

“Exactly that, Princess,” he said, holding out his hand. His confidence was infuriating, but something about it also intrigued you. Against your better judgment, you took his hand.

He led you to a private VIP room, the scent of leather and faint cologne trailing after him. The room was as luxurious as you’d imagined, matt black walls, plush velvet furniture, and crimson LED lights casting everything in a sultry glow. A strip pole stood in the center, glinting under the chandelier above.

No wonder it cost a fortune to reserve, you thought. He sank into a chair, pulling you onto his lap with a fluid motion that left you unsteady. One hand rested lightly on your thigh, the other brushing against your waist as if it belonged there. You hesitated, unsure of where to place your own hands, before finally draping them around his neck.

For the first time, you took him in fully. His face was almost unreal, sharp jawline, perfectly shaped lips, and those dark, doe-like eyes that seemed to pierce through you.

“You’re staring,” he said, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.

“Shut up,” you muttered, looking away. “It’s not that impressive.”

He laughed again, soft and deep, sending a shiver down your spine. “So, what’s your story?” he asked, his tone casual.

“What do you think?” you replied, your voice tight. “Student debt, rent, crappy part-time jobs. Same story, different girl.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “No,” he said finally. “You’re different.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “Let me guess, I’m not like other girls?”

“You’re more of a white pearl,” he said, his voice softer now. “Innocent. Beautiful. Out of place.”

Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his fingers brushing against your skin. “You don’t belong here.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“I watched you, you know,” he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. “The whole time. You’re not cut out for this.”

You swallowed hard, heat rising in your cheeks. “What do you want from me?”

“A chance,” he said simply. “To show you something better.”

You blinked, “Show me something better?” you repeated, a flicker of disbelif in your voice. “What does that even mean?”

His lips curved into a small smile, one that didn’t offer answers but promises. “It means you shouldn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

His hand, warm and deliberate, slid slightly higher on your thigh. The touch was slow, too slow. His thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your outfit, and you froze, unsure of what to do.

Your breath got a bit faster, and he noticed.

“Easy now,” he murmured, the word rolling off his tongue like silk. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, your voice steadier than you felt. But your hands, still resting on his shoulders, betrayed you with their light tremble.

“Are you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. His other hand drifted up, brushing against your waist as if testing your boundaries. His gaze pinned you in place, dark and unreadable. “You’re tense.”

“You don’t exactly make it easy to relax,” you shot back, trying to mask your nerves with sarcasm.

He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “Fair enough,” he said, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic strokes against your thigh. “But I don’t think that’s the whole story.”

You didn’t respond, unsure how to answer without giving too much away. The truth was, his touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it was overwhelming, like he was peeling back layers you weren’t ready to expose.

“Let me guess,” he said, his voice dropping a notch. “You’ve been fighting to stay afloat. Juggling school, work, life. And this place? It’s just survival, isn’t it?”

You stiffened, his words cutting too close to the truth. “You don’t know anything about me,” you said, but your voice lacked its intended bite.

His smile deepened, his fingers pausing for a moment before resuming their soft, hypnotic movements. “I know enough,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “Enough to see you’re not like the others.”

His words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your throat dry, as his hand slid up just an inch more. It wasn’t invasive, it wasn’t even inappropriate, but the intent behind it was unmistakable. He was testing you, seeing how far you’d let him go.

“You’re bold,” you said, trying to regain control of the situation, though your voice betrayed your unease. “Does this whole act usually work for you?”

He laughed again, soft and rich, his head tilting back slightly. “It’s not an act,” he said, his gaze snapping back to yours, sharp and unwavering. “I know what I want.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, your heart thudding painfully in your chest.

His hand on your waist tightened slightly, anchoring you in place. “You.”

The single word sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you were certain he could feel it. His confidence, his touch, the way he looked at you, it was all too much, too consuming. You weren’t sure if you wanted to run or stay exactly where you were.

“You don’t even know me,” you said, but the words came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper.

“I will,” he replied simply, his voice steady, as if the answer was obvious. “If you let me.”

The weight of his words pressed against you, leaving no room for pretense. He wasn’t asking for permission. He was laying a claim, one you weren’t sure you could fight.

“I can’t,” you said finally, shaking your head. “This… whatever this is, it’s not me.”

His smile didn’t falter. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “You don’t have to decide now,” he murmured. “But I’ll make you an offer.”

“What kind of offer?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“Be my escort,” he said, his tone calm and measured, as though he were offering you a business deal. His thumb pressed a little harder into your thigh, the heat of his hand impossible to ignore. “Not the kind you’re thinking,” he added when your eyes widened. “Think of it like a sugar baby. Parties, events, dinners. No strings attached, just company.”

You swallowed, your mind racing. The word sugar baby sounded ridiculous, almost laughable, but the way he said it made it sound like a lifeline, a way out of this mess you called life.

“I’ll pay you well,” he continued, his fingers giving a soft squeeze to your thigh for emphasis. “Up to a couple thousands of dollars an hour.”

Your breath caught, and his smirk returned, knowing he had your attention now.

“You don’t even know me,” you said again, your voice weaker this time.

“But I want to,” he replied, leaning back against the chair as if he had all the time in the world. “So, what do you say, Princess? Ready to let me take care of you?”

You stared at him, your mind a whirl of doubt, disbelief, and something far more dangerous: temptation.

“What’s the catch?” you asked, still skeptical. Your voice was steady, but your fingers tightened around the edge of your outfit.

His smile curved slowly, his confidence as unshakable as the air of control that seemed to follow him. “No catch,” he said, his tone light, but his eyes sharp. “You show up when I need you, and I’ll make sure you never have to worry about rent or student loans again.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you said, your voice softer now, though you fought to keep your composure. “Why me?”

His smirk widened, and for a moment, his gaze flicked over you, “Because you’re different,” he said finally, leaning forward just enough to close the space between you. “You don’t belong in a place like this.”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. His words felt like a challenge.

“I don’t know,” you said, shaking your head. “This… it feels like a bad idea.”

He leaned forward, closing the small distance between you. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, his fingers pressing just enough to keep you close to him. “Sometimes the best ideas start out feeling wrong,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Let me prove it to you.”

His gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second before flicking back to your eyes, and the air between you seemed to crackle with tension. You hated how easily he seemed to unravel you, how your body betrayed you with every shallow breath and unsteady heartbeat.

“Okay,” you said finally, the word slipping out before you could stop it. “But I’m not doing anything I’m uncomfortable with. No strings, remember?”

“No strings,” his voice echoed. It was steady, composed, and carried an air of finality. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a sleek silver pen and a small leather checkbook. The movement was precise, deliberate, like everything else about him.

He flipped it open, his gaze flicking to you briefly before he began to write. “I’ll arrange a meeting tomorrow,” he said, his voice a soft command. The sound sent a faint shiver down your spine. “We’ll go over the details.”

The scratch of the pen against the paper, each stroke deliberate as he signed his name with a flourish. He tore the check free, and held it out to you.

You hesitated before taking it, your fingers brushing against his, a spark that lingered even as you looked down at the paper in your hand.

One thousand dollars.

The number stared back at you, bold and undeniable, written in his confident hand. Below it, his signature sprawled across the bottom with an elegance that felt almost intimidating. It was real.

“You don’t waste time, do you?” you said, your voice faint as your fingers tightened around the check.

He leaned back against the chair, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I never do,” he replied smoothly. His eyes dipped to your hand, watching the way you held the check as though it might slip through your fingers. “Consider it a gesture of good faith. A down payment.”

You glanced back at him, your breath catching when his gaze met yours, dark, intense, and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. His hand slid to your thigh one last time, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch was almost teasing.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Princess,” he said, his voice low and velvety.

Before you could respond, he stood, easing you off his lap with a care that felt almost... tender. He straightened his suit jacket, adjusting the cuffs with the kind of precision that only added to his air of control. As he glanced back at you, his faint smile deepened.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said simply, and then he was gone, disappearing through the door with a confidence that left no room for doubt.

You sat there for a moment, the check clutched tightly in your hand, the air in the room still heavy with his scent. You unfolded the check again, your eyes scanning it absentmindedly, until they caught on the name at the bottom.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your breath caught. No way.

Your mind raced, torn between disbelief and temptation.

Was this your way out, or a mistake?

The check felt heavy in your hand, a stark reminder of the offer he’d made. His touch still lingered on your skin, his words replaying in your mind. Dangerous. Tempting.

And maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.

﹉﹉﹉

You had just finished your lecture and were ready to head back to your apartment, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Between work and school, the weight of your schedule felt suffocating. You rubbed your eyes in a futile attempt to shake off the sleepiness, your vision adjusting just in time to spot a sleek black Bugatti pulling into the campus parking lot.

The sight stopped you in your tracks.

The driver’s door opened smoothly, and out stepped Jeon Jungkook.

He looked different today, less polished but somehow more striking. Gone was the formal suit from last night, replaced by a black silk blouse that glinted faintly in the sunlight, tucked neatly into tailored trousers. The silver chain around his neck caught the light, matching the glint of his piercings. Even casual, he radiated a confidence that turned heads.

Your stomach twisted as he walked up the stairs toward you, his steps purposeful and deliberate. He greeted you with a smile, his undeniable charm radiating effortlessly.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice smooth.

You blinked at him, caught off guard. “How did you know where I go to school?”

He smirked, tilting his head slightly. “I have my ways.”

The evasiveness of his answer annoyed you, but before you could press him further, he extended his hand, the second time this week he’d done so, with the same quiet authority. Reluctantly, you placed your hand in his, his touch warm and firm.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“And I won’t,” he replied, his smirk deepening as he led you toward the car.

You felt the weight of curious stares from other students as you walked across the lot. Jungkook didn’t seem to notice, or care. For once, though, their judgment didn’t faze you. You felt… safe.

He opened the passenger door for you, his hand brushing lightly against the small of your back as he helped you in. The gesture was brief but lingered in your thoughts as he closed the door behind you and moved to the driver’s seat.

The ride was quiet, save for the faint hum of the radio. You stared out the window, unsure if the silence between you was comforting or unsettling. Every so often, you could feel his eyes flick toward you, but he said nothing, his focus mostly on the road.

The tension in your chest grew as the car slowed in front of a towering building that looked more like something out of a movie than reality. Glass windows stretched skyward, gleaming against the sunlight, and the sheer size of it left you momentarily speechless.

“Where are we?” you finally asked, your voice quieter than you intended.

“My place,” Jungkook replied, parking the car. He exited swiftly, circling to your side to open your door before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Come on,” he said, his hand outstretched once more.

You took it, allowing him to guide you to the entrance. He typed in a code at the door, his movements smooth and practiced, and the lock clicked open with a quiet beep.

When the door to his penthouse swung open, you couldn’t suppress your reaction. The space was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The minimalist decor was luxurious without being ostentatious, each piece of furniture carefully chosen to complement the space.

“Like what you see so far?” he asked, amusement dancing in his voice as he placed his hand lightly on your back, guiding you toward a sleek office space.

You nodded, unable to find the right words. The room smelled faintly of leather and something vanilla, a scent you were beginning to associate with him.

He gestured for you to sit across from his desk. “So, where were we, Princess?” he said, pulling out a file from the desk drawer.

“You said there were rules,” you reminded him as you ignored the nickname, your voice sharper now as the reality of the situation set in.

“Right,” Jungkook said, pulling out a sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk toward you. “They’re simple. I’m sure you’ll manage.”

Your eyes scanned the document, your eyebrows furrowing as you read:

Rule 1: Until the contract expires, you’ll be living with Jeon Jungkook.

Your head snapped up. “What?!”

“Hm? What’s wrong?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his expression calm.

“I can’t live here!” you said, your voice rising. “I have an apartment. And it’s too far from school. And my jobs-”

“About that,” he interrupted, his tone still infuriatingly calm. “You no longer work there. I emailed both the café and the club this morning. You quit.”

Your jaw dropped. “You did what?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you keep working those jobs, did you?” he asked, his tone patronizing. “It would be too stressful. And besides, you have a chauffeur now.”

The audacity of it left you speechless. He had completely upended your life without so much as asking. You wanted to scream at him, but all you could manage was a strangled, “This is insane.”

“You’re welcome,” Jungkook said, his smirk returning.

You forced yourself to breathe, scanning the rest of the document.

Rule 2: Jungkook will pick out your clothing.

“Seriously?” you asked, glaring at him. “You’re not dressing me like a doll.”

“It’s not about that,” he replied, his tone soothing. “I just want to make sure you look the part. Trust me, Princess, you’ll thank me later.”

Rule 3: Always let Jungkook know where you are at all times.

Your eyes narrowed. “This is overkill.”

Jungkook shrugged, unbothered. “I like to stay informed.”

You set the paper down, exhaling sharply. “These rules are insane.”

“But they’re necessary,” he countered smoothly. “Do you agree?”

After reading through all three rules, you hesitated, the weight of the agreement settling on your chest. They were restrictive, sure, but not impossible. And when you considered what he was offering in return, the decision became easier than you’d anticipated. You picked up the pen and signed your name at the bottom with a steady hand, ignoring the way Jungkook’s gaze lingered on you, sharp and satisfied.

“Good girl,” he murmured, taking the papers back and setting them aside.

He then gave you a tour of the penthouse, which was as stunning as the first time you’d seen it. Every corner of the space exuded wealth, from the marble floors to the sleek furniture, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the rooms in natural light. When your belongings arrived later that evening, you unpacked in silence, settling into what would now be your home.

As you folded the last of your clothes into a drawer, Jungkook had casually mentioned a party tomorrow night- a celebration for him taking over his late father’s company. The weight of his words hung in the air, but you didn’t press further. It wasn’t your place, after all.

Now, you found yourself seated at the expansive dining table, the two of you at opposite ends. The food before you was nothing short of perfection, a feast prepared by a professional chef that tasted like nothing you’d ever eaten before. Each bite melted on your tongue, and despite your best efforts to maintain composure, you devoured most of your plate.

As the meal wound down, you glanced up at Jungkook. His posture was relaxed, a glass of red wine cradled in his hand, but there was a distance in his eyes. Taking a steadying breath, you decided to break the silence.

“I overheard that your father passed away,” you said cautiously, offering a faint smile. “I’m sorry. That must’ve been tough.”

The shift in his expression was immediate. His jaw tightened, his wine glass frozen halfway to his lips. For a moment, he simply stared at you, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. When he finally took a sip, his movements were slow.

“Don’t be,” he said, his tone void of emotion. “The old man had it coming.”

The bluntness of his words left you momentarily stunned. You searched his face for any trace of vulnerability, but there was none, only a hardened edge that hinted at years of resentment. He cleared his throat, setting his glass down with a soft clink.

“We should get ready for bed,” he said, his voice clipped as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “It’ll be a long day tomorrow.”

Sensing the finality in his tone, you nodded and rose from your seat, understanding more in his silence than in his words. Whatever relationship he’d had with his father, it wasn’t one he cared to revisit. You almost felt sorry for him, but the thought quickly passed as you excused yourself to your room.

The warm spray of the shower was a welcome relief after the long day. You let the water cascade over your skin, washing away the lingering tension from the dinner conversation. Wrapping yourself in a plush towel, you moved to the bathroom mirror, quickly brushing through your damp hair and applying a bit of moisturizer.

By the time you changed into a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts, the exhaustion had fully set in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grabbed the hairdryer and began to run it through your strands, letting the rhythmic hum fill the quiet space.

“Princess, may I come in?” Jungkook’s voice broke through the sound of your hairdryer.

You turned it off and called back, “Yeah, it’s fine. Come in!”

The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, holding a large gift box wrapped with a pristine white ribbon. “I brought you something,” he said simply, placing the box on the dresser.

Your curiosity piqued, and you moved to open it, your fingers carefully pulling at the ribbon. Inside was the most stunning red dress you’d ever seen, its silky fabric gleaming under the soft light. You couldn’t help the way your lips parted in awe.

“I’m guessing you like it,” Jungkook said, amusement lacing his tone.

“I love it,” you admitted, running your fingers lightly over the fabric.

“There’s more,” he added, his excitement barely contained. He pulled out a smaller jewelry box, opening it to reveal a simple yet breathtaking white pearl necklace.

Before you could say anything, Jungkook stepped closer, gently taking the necklace from the box. His hands found your waist, guiding you toward the mirror. “Hold still,” he murmured, his voice soft.

He brushed your hair aside, his fingers grazing the nape of your neck as he fastened the clasp. You watched his reflection in the mirror, the intensity in his eyes as he focused on the task. When he finished, he didn’t move away. Instead, he stood behind you, his hands still resting lightly on your waist.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

Your throat tightened, a flush rising to your cheeks as you struggled to find your voice. “We should… we should go to bed,” you said, your words barely above a whisper.

Jungkook held your gaze in the mirror for a moment longer before he stepped back, his hands falling away reluctantly. “You’re right,” he said quietly. His lips curved into a faint, almost embarrassed smile. “Tell me if you need anything.”

With that, he turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.

You stood there for a long moment, your hand lightly brushing the necklace at your throat. The weight of it was unfamiliar, it felt like more than just jewelry.

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Weeks had passed, and your new life with Jungkook had become almost... comfortable. He kept his word, sending more money than you’d ever expected, along with daily gifts that seemed to grow more extravagant. Designer clothes, jewelry, and things you never even dreamed of owning appeared in your room like clockwork.

Surprisingly, Jungkook’s manner had softened since the night you met. The sharp edges of his arrogance dulled ever so slightly, replaced by a quiet attentiveness that caught you off guard. He showed up at your campus during breaks to take you to lunch, ensuring you ate properly. He complimented you often, his words effortlessly slipping into your mind and settling there. His attention was unrelenting, and his affection, though subtle, began to feel natural, even comforting.

The nights you spent together weren’t spent in the dazzling chaos of parties, but in the quiet intimacy of his penthouse. You’d sit on the couch, sharing popcorn as black-and-white movies played in the background. He’d tease you for your poor choice in films, only to get drawn in himself. Mornings when he’d make you breakfast with your favorite tea, prepared just the way you liked it. For someone so commanding, Jungkook had an unexpectedly gentle side, one he reserved just for you.

One evening, after a long day of classes, you arrived at the penthouse to find another gift waiting on your bed. Your heart quickened as you unwrapped it, the soft rustle of tissue paper revealing a breathtaking gown in deep emerald green. The fabric shimmered under the room’s soft lighting, the design simple yet undeniably elegant. Beneath it lay a small white card, his handwriting precise and elegant:

Wear this tonight, Beautiful. Be ready by 7.

– Love, Jungkook

You traced the words with your finger, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. Slipping into the dress, you paused in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection. The way the fabric hugged your curves, the way it made you feel, it was transformative. Still, a flicker of doubt crept in. What does he see in me? you wondered. Why me?

The soft knock at your door broke your thoughts. “Come in,” you called, sitting on the bed as you searched for the perfect heels.

Jungkook stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your skin tingle. He moved toward you, crouching gracefully as he took the shoes from your hands. “Let me,” he murmured, his voice low.

Kneeling before you, he gently slipped one heel onto your foot, then the other, his touch careful, almost reverent. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips curving into a faint smirk. “Perfect.”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as he stood and offered his hand. “Come on, baby,” he said, his voice softening. “I have a surprise.”

﹉﹉﹉

The car ride was quiet, Jungkook’s hand resting possessively on your thigh as he drove. His thumb traced idle patterns against your skin, the touch soothing. You didn’t question where you were going, he liked his secrets, and you’d learned to trust them, even if they left you on edge.

When the car finally pulled up outside a towering glass building, you frowned slightly. The opulence of the place was undeniable, but it only heightened the unease twisting in your stomach. Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook appeared at your side, offering his arm. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his lips brushing close to your ear. “You’re with me.”

Inside, the restaurant was just as grand as the exterior promised, the air thick with the scent of truffles and candle wax. Jungkook guided you through the space with practiced ease, every head in the room turning to watch as the two of you passed.

“This is beautiful,” you admitted as you reached the table, glancing up at him. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied smoothly, his hand briefly brushing against yours as you sat down. “Expect more of these in the future, Princess.”

Before you could respond, the waiter appeared, a young man with a practiced smile. “Welcome to Jungsik,” he said. “I’ll be taking your order tonight.” He turned to you, his smile widening. “And may I say, you look stunning this evening.”

You forced a polite smile, glancing at Jungkook out of the corner of your eye. His jaw tightened slightly, his grip on the edge of the table subtle but telling.

“Thank you, could I please-”

“Wait,” the waiter interrupted, his expression shifting to one of surprise. “Sorry, but… you look familiar. Have we met before?”

Your heart sank as panic bubbled in your chest. “I-I don’t think so,” you stammered, but he wasn’t convinced.

“No, I’m sure of it!” he said, snapping his fingers. “Black Pearl Club! You’re one of the-”

The sound of Jungkook’s chair scraping against the floor silenced the waiter instantly. His expression darkened, and before you could stop him, he grabbed the man by the collar, his knuckles white with fury. “Say another word,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and dangerous, “and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Jungkook, stop!” you pleaded, your voice trembling as you grabbed his arm. “Please, let him go.”

He turned to you, his breathing heavy, his eyes wild. For a moment, it felt like he didn’t see you at all. Slowly, he released the waiter, who stumbled back, his face pale. “We’re leaving,” Jungkook grabbed your wrist as you left the restaurant, his grip firm but not painful, yet. His jaw was clenched, his movements brisk and purposeful. You struggled to keep up with his long strides, the cool night air biting against your skin as you stepped outside.

“Jungkook, stop!” you protested, trying to pull your arm free. “You’re overreacting!”

“Overreacting?” he hissed, spinning around to face you. The intensity in his dark eyes made your breath hitch. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened in there? What they could’ve said? To me? To you?”

“They’re just words!” you snapped, yanking your arm again. He didn’t let go.

“Words ruin reputations,” he shot back, his voice low and dangerous. “And yours is tied to mine now. Do you understand that?”

You glared at him, your chest heaving as frustration and confusion clashed within you. “I didn’t ask for this! For any of it!”

“And yet, here you are,” Jungkook growled, dragging you toward his car. “Now, get in.”

You planted your feet, resisting his pull. “No. Not until you calm down and stop talking to me like I’m a child.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might lose his composure entirely. Instead, he took a step closer, his presence suffocating, his voice dropping to a sharp, cutting whisper. “Don’t test me, Princess.”

You glared back, defiant. “Or what? You’ll drag me into the car?”

His lips curved into a smile that was anything but kind. “If that’s what it takes.” He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he added, “And if I do, I’ll make damn sure you stay there. Buckled in. Understand?”

Your pulse raced, his words infuriating. You wanted to fight, to shout back, but his dominance was overwhelming, leaving you feeling trapped. He straightened, his eyes locked on yours.

“Now,” he said, his voice cold but steady. “Get. In. The. Car.”

You hesitated, your gaze darting between him and the sleek black vehicle parked at the curb. Every nerve in your body screamed to defy him, but the sheer authority in his voice made you falter.

“Last chance,” he warned, stepping even closer. “Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.”

The challenge in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and reluctantly, you moved toward the car. Jungkook opened the passenger door with a sharp motion, watching as you climbed in with slow, deliberate steps.

Before you could react, he leaned over, buckling your seatbelt himself. The closeness was suffocating, his movements rough but controlled. “See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmured, his voice thick with sarcasm as he pulled back and slammed the door shut.

He rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. Without a word, he started the engine, his jaw tight as his hands gripped the steering wheel.

The silence was deafening as he pulled out onto the road, the weight of his anger hanging over you like a storm waiting to break. You turned your gaze to the window, your reflection staring back at you, but you could feel his eyes flick toward you every so often, sharp and assessing.

It was going to be a long ride.

﹉﹉﹉

The car slowed to a stop, and you realized you’d arrived at his penthouse. Jungkook threw the gear into park with more force than necessary before turning to you, his gaze hard and unreadable.

“Let’s go,” he said curtly, stepping out of the car, waiting for you.

You hesitated, the thought of following him back in didn’t feel right. But as the cold night air seeped into the car, you realized you didn’t have much of a choice. Steeling yourself, you stepped out, your legs feeling unsteady beneath you.

Jungkook was waiting by the elevator, his expression unreadable but his eyes never leaving you. The tension between you felt like a live wire, crackling with energy that threatened to snap.

Inside the elevator, the silence was unbearable. Jungkook stood close, too close, his presence overwhelming in the confined space. The soft hum of the elevator only seemed to amplify the pounding of your heart.

As the doors slid open, you stepped into the penthouse, the familiarity of the space doing little to ease the unease gnawing at your chest. Jungkook didn’t say a word as he shrugged off his blazer, tossing it onto the back of the couch before running a hand through his hair.

“Jungkook,” you tried again, your voice softer now. “We need to talk.”

“Not tonight,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“But-”

“Not tonight,” he repeated, turning to face you. His expression softened just slightly, but the intensity in his eyes remained. “You need to rest, Princess. We’ll talk tomorrow, hm?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the weariness in his voice stopped you. Not knowing what to say and still shaken by the night’s events, you only nodded, your voice caught somewhere between fear and disbelief.

After finishing your bedtime routine, you sat on the edge of your bed, wrapped in the softness of your pajamas, wishing the night had ended differently. The image of Jungkook’s rage at the restaurant replayed in your mind like a haunting echo. Despite everything, a part of you wanted to check on him, to ensure he was at least calmer. Quietly, you tiptoed across the cold tile floor, your heart thundering in your chest as you approached the slightly ajar door to his office.

“...Yes, Son Jiho. At Jungsik restaurant. Take care of it. I want him gone for good,” Jungkook’s voice cut through the silence, low and sharp like a blade.

Your breath caught in your throat as you peeked inside. He was seated at his desk, his phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was tense, his expression unreadable except for the cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. As he ended the call, he let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.

You froze. Every muscle in your body tensed as the weight of his words sank in. Gone for good. The realization hit you like a cold wave, leaving your chest tight and your heart racing.

You stumbled backward, your movements slow and careful to avoid drawing his attention. Once back in your room, panic seized you. Your hands trembled as you grabbed your old backpack, throwing in clothes and essentials as quickly as possible. You couldn’t stay. Not after what you’d heard.

Changing into something practical, you peeked out of your bedroom door. The penthouse was shrouded in darkness, the silence unnervingly heavy. You tiptoed to the front door, holding your breath as you reached for the keypad. But when you typed in the code, the door didn’t budge.

Frowning, you tried again, only to be met with the same result. A sinking dread spread through you.

“Princess?”

His voice sliced through the darkness, sending a chill down your spine. Slowly, you turned to find Jungkook standing a few feet away, his figure partially illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows.

“Where are you off to so late at night?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with an unsettling edge as he began walking toward you.

Your mind raced for an excuse. “I-I forgot my book at the library,” you stammered, forcing a casual tone. “I need it.”

Jungkook’s gaze darkened, his steps deliberate. “Oh, really?” he murmured, his voice dropping. “So you didn’t happen to overhear me in the office earlier?”

Your stomach dropped. He knows.

Panic bubbled up as he closed the distance between you, his presence heavy. He stopped just inches away, his frame towering over you as he leaned in slightly.

“W-what happened to him?” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

Jungkook’s hand came up to your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle as his thumb brushed over your skin. “Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, baby,” he cooed, his voice soft yet chilling. His dark eyes locked onto yours. “But if you really must know... he’s in a better place now.”

The smirk on his lips sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but his presence pinned you in place.

“Enough about him,” Jungkook continued, his tone shifting to something almost affectionate. “You weren’t planning on leaving me, now were you?”

You swallowed hard, your head shaking in silent denial. “No,” you whispered, the lie barely audible.

Relief softened his expression as he exhaled, his hand moving to cradle your face. “My good girl wouldn’t leave me.” His lips curled into a possessive smile. “Not that you could, anyway.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice cracking.

He tilted his head, his smile widening. “From the moment you signed that contract, you’ve belonged to me,” he said simply, his voice both calm and dominant.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took a step back, but his grip tightened, keeping you in place. “What? No, Jungkook, I-”

“I’m the only one who can look after you!” he snapped, his frustration boiling to the surface. “I was the only one who helped you when no one else did. You need me.”

His voice rose, but he quickly paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “All you need to know,” he said, his voice eerily calm now, “is that you’re mine. I’m never letting you go, and the sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you nodded slowly, too afraid to argue. “I... I understand,” you choked out.

Jungkook’s features softened, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“You must be tired huh,” he said, frowning, his tone gentler now, though his grip remained firm.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go to our room and get ready for the night.”

[i-dared-myself]

Useless

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hi, my love!! How are you? May I please request an ot8 stray kids x 9th member!reader (I love the ones you already made so much!!!) in which she gets in an argument with one of the members and the others take said member's side? Then maybe it could be angst + comfort because she feels hurt and betrayed that they wouldn't listen to her. She tries acting like everything is fine, but she's sort of unconsciously distancing herself because being around them still hurts. And the boys desperately try to make amends. I hope this isn't too much and that it's understandable 😭 English isn't my first language. Ily take care!!

Just as a heads up, reader has some thoughts debating how needed she really is. Nothing too intense, and nothing happens from it, but heads up regardless.

Everyone has defined parts in the group,” the interviewer says. She holds the microphone up to your mouth. “Anything to say about that?”

“Everyone is really talented.” You ignore the flashing of cameras and the crowd calling your name. “Bang Chan is such a great leader and we’re so lucky to have him.”

“And the others?” she presses. 

“Oh, well, Han and Changbin are great rappers. We’re lucky to have them with us. Not to mention that Seungmin and Lee Know’s vocals are amazing.” You look past the interviewer to see Chan and Jisung watching you carefully. 

You were great with reporters and very level-headed, but incidents happened. Plus, they just like to support the other members. 

“Hyunjin is so good at dancing, as are Felix and-“

“And you?” she prompts. She raises an eyebrow and purses her lips slightly. “What do you bring to the group?”

You hesitate. “Pardon?”

“All of the categories are pretty well covered by the others. What do you do?”

Your mouth goes dry. You hadn’t thought of this before.

What did you do?

You weren’t the best rapper. You couldn’t hit the high notes like the others. You stumbled sometimes in dances.

“Uh…” You smooth your hands down the dress you are in. “I’m a good mix of everything. I balance out the group well.”

“But… Isn’t that useless?” 

“I- I guess so.” Your voice cracks and you swallow the lump in your throat down.

Chan steps in front of you with his signature time to fix this smile. “Hello, everyone!”

The crowd surges forward and the cameras flash faster and brighter. People are screaming out questions now, and he pointedly ignores them all.

“Our lovely member here,” Chan says, “doesn’t have to be special.”

What?

“She’s just herself.” Chan smiles down at you, unaware of the turmoil rolling through you. 

You force a smile and hope it’s as natural-looking as his. 

“We need to go for practise,” Chan tells you, loud enough for others to hear. It’s an obvious exit strategy. Security comes to clear a crowd, and Chan walks by your side through it.

His words echoed through your head. Did he really think that little of you? Were you nothing more than just another body?

You climb into the van, popping your ear buds into your ears. You press play on your music and tune the others out. They jostle each other and finally someone falls into you.

“Sorry.” Felix laughs as he turns around to poke Hyunjin’s cheek.

You hum and scroll through your feed. Everything is about how you’re useless. People are posting about how even Chan doesn’t want you around.

Jisung mumbles something to you that you don’t catch. You remove your ear buds to hear him ask, “You good?”

“Yes,” you curtly say. You turn your phone off and place it in your lap.

“Are you sure?” Jeongin cuts in, forehead creased with concern. He reaches out to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, but you shrug it off.

“Just leave it, okay?” you snap. You lean away from him and to the window you’re next to. “It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t seem fine.” Chan’s expression is concerned, but he hides it quickly. “Come on, maybe I can fix it.”

“Maybe you can’t,” you sharply say. “Maybe you’re not as great a leader as you think you are.”

“Hey, I don’t think I’m that great of a leader.” Chan chuckles lightly, but it’s a choked sound. “And does that have something to do with this?”

“No.” You move to return to your music, but Minho wraps his hand around your wrist.

“Seriously, what’s up?” Minho applies gentle pressure, but not enough to hurt. “Tell us before we have to force it out of you.”

“Not by torture,” Jisung clarifies. He frowns at Minho. “I’m pretty sure, at least.”

“Oh.” Hyunjin raises his phone screen for the others. “I think it’s this.”

The all read some of the comments on the video he had found before facing you. Seungmin is the first to speak.

“He’s not wrong. Chan told the truth.” 

You tug the dress down to cover more of your legs. “What?”

“You’re special because you’re you.” Felix pats Chan’s back and gives you a disapproving look. “You didn’t have to hurt his feelings like this. You’re overreacting to just a couple of people.”

“Just a couple?” you rasp. You cough to clear your throat. “Everyone’s demanding that I leave the group now!”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Changbin scoffs as he crosses his arms. “Chan was trying to help.”

“But he didn’t!” You wrench yourself from Minho’s grip and end up hitting your head on the side of the van. You bite down the cry that threatens to escape.

“Are you okay?” Chan unbuckles himself and shoots across the vehicle. He wobbles in place before cupping your face. “Oh my- Does she have a concussion?”

“No, she’s fine.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “This is why you’re a good leader. You worry about nothing.”

Chan sighs and settles back in his seat, stretching the belt across his body before clipping it in. “I guess you’re right.”

You rub the tears off your face. “I think I’m gonna skip movie night. I- I wanna practise for the comeback.”

You don’t want there to be any mistakes that could be picked out.

Jeongin suddenly gasps. “Oh! We should watch that new action movie! It has that actor we like! The funny one!” 

“It got good reviews.” Seungmin glances around the others, taking in their faces. “I like the idea.”

You wanted to see it, but it was fine. You could wait to watch it later.

“Have fun,” Jisung cheerily says as you’re dropped off at the studio. Minho slides the door shut before you can respond.

You run through all the routines about ten times each before taking a break. You debate it for a moment before picking your phone up and scrolling.

Everyone has been clipping your mistakes and compiling videos comparing you to the other members. All Stays alike have united to declare you the most useless member- even those with different biases.

Actually, when had you ever heard someone say you were their bias? Others heard it all the time, yet those words had never met your ears.

Did everyone hate you? How long had this been going on?

And maybe you cry as you think about it, but that’s between you and the empty building. 

So you pick yourself up and you to make yourself better. If Hyunjin can nail these dances, so can you. If Minho can radiate confidence, so can you.

Even if no one cares enough to notice it.

It’s difficult to master, but you eventually can run through it smoothly without fumbling. You’re proud of yourself, enough so that you shut the music off and curl up in the corner. You flick your phone on to see Felix is live.

“What do I think about what Chan said today?” Felix pauses to consider it, tilting his head. Strands of hair flop into his head. “I think words just were misinterpreted.”

You set the phone down and lay on your stanch to watch. You want to see where he goes with this.

“What he meant is that she doesn’t have to be able to bend her elbows backwards or something to be special. She’s just great the way she is.” Felix taps his chin. “Honestly, what I think makes her such an awesome member is that she’s here to support us at all times.”

You watch as his freckles scrunch up as he grins.

“She puts so much effort into making sure that we’re doing well, that we just do better.” Felix reads the comments before humming.

People are all talking about you. They’re bringing up moments where you’ve cared for the others. Like when you reminded Chan to get sleep. When you went out of your way to speak English with Felix. That time you surprised Jisung with merch after his favourite anime character died.

“I remember this one time I was really nervous, and she-“ Felix cuts himself off, the colour draining from his face. He rushes through his goodbyes before the live ends, and you’re left confused.

What just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Shit, guys!” Felix exclaims as he bursts into the living room. “She’s out at the studio by herself!”

“Yeah, and?” Seungmin props himself up on the couch. “She said she wanted to practise.”

“It’s almost midnight!” Felix hisses, gesturing out the window. “She’s all by herself! What if she walked home and got kidnapped and there’s a ransom-“

“She’ll just phone if she needs someone to pick her up,” Jeongin casually says. He hangs his head off the couch so his hair dangles.

“Except she thinks we’re mad at her!” Changbin snaps to attention and jumps to his feet. “Minho! Call her!”

Minho stops whatever it was he was doing on his phone and brings up your contact. He presses the dial button and it rings twice before you pick up.

“Hello?” Your voice meets their ears when he switches it to speaker. 

“Where are you?” Chan demands. He scrubs his hands over his face.

“At the studio?” 

Everyone lets out a sigh of relief.

“Anyways, I’m about to head home…”

“Nuh-uh! We’ll come get you!” Hyunjin grabs his keys and chucks them at Chan. It bounces off his chest due to him not paying attention. 

“Guys, I’m fine.” You sound tired and weary and Felix is filled with guilt. “I’ll just order a car to pick me up. I have a mask and everything. And it’s not like I’m special enough for anyone to recognize me.”

Jisung winces. “You sure?”

“Yup,” you say before ending the call. It beeps before Minho turns it off.

“What did I do?” Chan groans. He sinks onto the couch. “This is all my fault!”

“No, we were the ones who made it worse,” Changbin says firmly. “We’ll deal with this together.”

They sit in silence, occasionally murmuring an idea on how to get you to forgive them. All of them seem measly and not enough.

Then you walk through the door, still in your outfit from the press meeting. Your skin is slick with sweat and you have no jacket.

“It’s cold out!” Chan immediately says before he can stop himself. “You’ll get a cold and- and-“

“Shut up,” Minho mutters to him.

“How did it go?” Hyunjin warily asks. They all scrutinize your expression.

“Good.” You discard your mask before looking up at them all. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“We appreciate you,” Jeongin blurts out. “You’re amazing and great and-“

“You don’t have to say that.” You walk around the group and to the stairs, going up without another word. They hear the water start up before bursting into conversation.

Various insults and accusations are being thrown around until Chan stands up.

“Enough!” He spreads his arms and glowers at them all. They shut up instantly as he radiates leader-mode energy. “We need to deal with this before it blows out of hand!”

“What if we all tell her something we like about her?” Jisung suggests.

Seungmin scowls. “That’s nice and all, but we’re going to run out of ideas since there’s eight of us.”

“So you’re saying you can’t think of at least eight nice things about her?” Hyunjin scoffs and shakes his head.

“No, I’m saying that someone is going to panic and say her ass.” Seungmin stretches out on the couch. 

Felix flicks his forehead. “Maybe just don’t think about her ass then.”

“I don’t! But someone,” Seungmin shoots a pointed look at Jisung, “struggles with intrusive thoughts.”

“I can control them,” Jisung weakly says.

“Let’s just scratch that idea.” Chan pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly. “Whats another idea?”

“What about candy?” Jeongin snaps his fingers. “Bribing works!”

“She’s emotionally hurt, not a child who just got a shot,” Minho scolds. He slowly turns to stare at the stairs. “What if…”

“I don’t like that look.” Changbin narrows his eyes suspiciously. “What is it?”

“Remember that song she likes and tried to teach us the dance to?” Minho arches an eyebrow as the tips of his ears turn red.

Felix buries his face in his hands. “Not that!”

“I will not degrade myself for her,” Hyunjin announces. “No way am I humiliating myself for-“

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“We have a surprise for you!” Chan declares once you step out of your room. Your hair is still damp as you adjust the hem of your pyjamas.

“What?” You lean against the doorframe.

“First of all, we’re so sorry for-“ Chan begins.

You hold up a hand. “I forgive you. I’m just a little mad, but it’s better than before. Felix’s live helped clear some stuff up.” 

“Jisung.” Chan nods to the man, who presses his phone. Music starts playing, and your eyes widen.

“You guys did this for me?” You gasp and cover your mouth as Beyoncé starts blasting.

They don’t respond, too concentrated on the ‘Single Ladies’ dance. You watch in giddy delight as they go through the movements.

When they finish, you clap as loudly as you can.

“You’re forgiven,” you say. You brandish a finger at them threateningly. “But don’t do anything like this again. Or else.”

You walk away, hearing them whisper about what it is your vengeance could possibly consist of.

@captainchrisstan

[kurogane2512]

I got a request. Can you write a Nameless male reader x Black Swan NSFW fic? While the reader is busy resting in his room aboard the Express, Black Swan sneaks into the room(since she's a Memokeeper, she can turn invisible and phase through objects like a ghost) and gives him a hot blowjob, milking his rod and giving his nuts a hummer(basically ball sucking but with an extra step of humming while a nut is in the mouth).

That's so hot oh god

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Black Swan x male!reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Smut with little plot

Your adventure in Penacony was over for now and the Express was soon scheduled to depart to a new destination. Several options had been suggested by the crew members but surprisingly, an enigmatic entity you had befriended on Penacony also presented a new option. Black Swan, a memokeeper who helped you many times on Penacony had a mysteriously attractive charm. Many times you couldn't help but sneak glances at her as she stood nearby, feeling a strange emotion bubble inside you.

To your dismany- or fortune- she was well aware of your thoughts, though made no attempts to stop you. Instead, she loved teasing you to test how far she could go before you'd give in to your desires. Your time in Penacony had become a little difficult due to this, you couldn't tell if she was just playing with you or being serious. In the end, nothing came out of this back n forth game and you concluded you were going to leave without anything happening. Or perhaps you thought wrong.

"Hah, finally I can sleep.... Tomorrow we'll vote for the next destination. What should I choose? All of them sound good, I don't know anything about them...."

You pondered as you laid in your bedroom, staring up at the ceiling.

"Amphoreus, Lushaka and Melustanin.... Hm, if what Black Swan tells about Amphoreus is true then it's seemingly the best choice. As for trusting her.... I doubt she'd deceive us now of all times."

You racked your brain over what choice to make in the vote then let out an expasperated sigh before closing your eyes, "I'll think about it tomorrow. Should hear what others say then decide...."

You drifted into the silence of the night, trying to fall into deep sleep. Unbeknowst to you, something- or someone- drifted into your room without making a single sound. Black Swan phased through the door and floated on top of your sleeping form, gazing down at you with a smirk.

"Hmm, how cute you look this way.... I wonder what's going on in that bright mind of yours, Trailblazer~"

She slowly lowered herself near to you, gazing at you closer than before.

"Would be so easy to peer into your memories this way, but it would only spoil the experience for us both if you don't do it willingly~"

She came even closer, then slowly settled herself on top of you by straddling your lap. She extended her hand to cup your face and leaned down to press her body to yours, her eyes narrowing looking at you with curiosity. It didn't take long for you to feel the unusual weight on top of you, squinting your eyes open to see by the sensation. You were met with Black Swan's hazy face and let out a groan.

"Great, now I'm having dreams about you.... Are you doing this intentionally, Black Swan?"

Black Swan became rather intrigued by your statement and brought her face closer to yours, "A dream, you say? Have I made such a lasting impression on you that you manifest me in your dreams?~"

"I'm too tired to deal with this.... What do you want?"

She let out a chuckle, "I merely came to visit you since we are travelling together now~"

She traced her finger over your lips as she spoke. You eventually opened your eyes further and felt her touch then realized it wasn't a dream, she really was here.

"W-Woah! What are you doing here?!" you exclaimed, making her chuckle more.

"As I said, I came to meet you. Were you having a good dream? Care to share with me?~"

You became flustered as you slowly realized the situation, feeling nervous at the way she was casually sitting on top of you.

"Shall I take a guess? Were you dreaming about me, by any chance?~"

She husked and leaned closer, your lips lingering over each other's.

"....What if you were just tampering with my mind?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't do that. Do you think of me as so unruly?~"

You blushed feeling her so close but kept your composure and cleared your throat.

"A-Ahem, whatever. What did you want to meet me for?"

"Well, I was curious about your opinion on the next destination to pick. Have you given any thought to my suggestion?"

"Not much.... I don't really know anything about the worlds suggested. If going to Amphoreus will resolve the fuel problem as you say then I suppose there's no better choice."

Black Swan hummed and sat up on your waist, tracing her finger on your chest now.

"But you have doubts, don't you? Are you not willing to trust me after all we have been through together?~

"It's not that.... I just want whatever is the best for the Express."

Black Swan smiled then shifted back on your body, now straddling your thighs instead and her eyes lingering on your crotch.

"Let me give you some assurance then, and satisfy your hidden desires~"

Her words made you confused but were soon cleared up as she proceeded to unbutton your pants and zip down your flyer before fishing out your softened cock.

"H-Hey, Black Swan, what are you—!?"

"Shh, just relax. You have wanted this for a while, haven't you?~"

She looked at you with hooded eyes, and you couldn't help but give in to her. She pumped your shaft for a while and watched as it sprung to life, licking her lips at the sight.

"Mm, how young and energetic.... brimming with life....~" she remarked before dragging her tongue across the length from the base to the top.

You shivered as she licked up, gritting your teeth to conceal your voice. She became amused by your reactions, wanting to see you break down in her hands. She lapped up your shaft more while her hands gently massaged your sac, pre-cum beginning to form on the tip. She swirled her tongue over the head, coating the pre-cum around and still pumping the length with her hand. You groaned through gritted teeth, your voice making her aroused as she worked to bring you to release.

Your hands clenched the sheets beneath the moment she wrapped her lips around your tip, your hips almost bucking up in her throat. You could feel her smirk at your reaction, having fun playing with you this way. She pushed herself deeper on your cock and soon enveloped it completely inside her mouth, your tip hitting the back of her throat. You threw your head back with a moan when she licked over your tip again before beginning to suck your cock.

"Ngh—! Black Swan.... y-you....!~" you tried to form words but only spoke through incoherent moans.

Her hand wrapped around the base and simultaneously pumped it while her lips kept sucking on the tip, making you feel overwhelmed from her ministrations. It surprised you how good she was at this. You looked at her head bobbing up and down your shaft and had the urge to grab it and push yourself deeper but held back, wanting to continue watching her this way more. Black Swan hummed around your cock as she lapped it up, feeling the way it throbbed inside her mouth.

Her own saliva coated your length by now, sloppily bobbing her head and sucking at the same time. You felt yourself edge closer, and she knew it too with the way you grew even bigger at the last moment. However, she suddenly pulled away and released your cock from her mouth with a pleasured sigh. Drool flowed down her lips which she licked up and planted kisses over the length in front of her. You shivered more as she licked over your balls, her hand now pumping the tip.

All of a sudden, she wrapped her mouth around your sac and sucked on it. Her tongue kept lapping at the ball placed so comfortably in her mouth, your taste making her addicted to the feeling. She gazed up at you with hooded eyes, letting out a hums of pleasure. Her silvery voice reverbed through your sac, sending vibrations to your dick which made your edge even closer to release. Your mouth hung open as you sucked in deep breaths with whines, desperately holding back as much as possible.

"B-Black Swan.... I'm c-close.... fuck....!~"

She hummed even more, seemingly approving your plead. Shen then released the sac and dragged her tongue to the tip again, giving the opening small licks.

"Hehe, you are so adorable, Trailblazer. Do you feel assured enough?~" she questioned against your dick, her voice again sending vibrations.

"Mmmh.... f-fine.... I trust you.... L-Let me just cum now!"

You bucked your hips desperately, no longer able to hold back. Feeling satisfied at your answer, she swallowed your length again and held it in her mouth. The warm feeling of her throat became overwhelming and you finally released, a splash of hot and sticky cum filling her mouth. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as she drank up your release, not letting a single drop waste. You bucked your hips more, hitting her throat as you released some final pumps.

"Aaahn, how delicious you taste.... Mind giving me a little more, Trailblazer?~" she moaned, already palming your length with languid motions to make you hard again.

You no longer held your reservations now. You grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, making her fall on your body as your own arms wrapped around her.

"Shall I give it to you in another way now?~" you said with a smirk.

Black Swan chuckled and placed her hands on your chest then pushed you, making you lie flat on the bed.

"Oh, I have plenty of ways to milk you. I suggest you prepare yourselves, Trailblazer~"

[genderqueerdykes]

if as trans women & transfemmes we don't want trans men talking about our experiences for us, we can't do the same thing to trans men and transmascs. i don't care how hard the transfeminine experience is, that does not mean that a transfeminine trans woman who does not and has not ever identified as transmasculine and/or a trans man automatically "knows" what it's like to be transmasc and/or a trans man. yes, there are intersex trans women and other trans women who are also trans men. but these are not the people speaking like they know what transmasculinity and trans manhood is all about in a uniformly negatively light.

i will gladly be the one to tell every other transfem and trans woman that you do not know what the transmasculine and trans man experiences are like unless you've lived as one. you have NO clue. you do not know a singular thing about the transmasculine and trans male experiences just because you are also trans. trans men can be affected by transmisogyny but that doesn't mean you know what they're experiencing. you don't get to comment on transmasculine experiences if you haven't experienced them personally. it doesn't matter what transmascs or trans men you've met and how hard you've speculated on how hard they struggle in society. the cold hard truth is that you literally don't know what transmasculine and trans male struggles are like on a personal level and that's okay. that's your chance to stop speaking and start listening.

i'm dead serious. transfems and trans women who are not also transmasculine or trans men need to stop commenting on how "easy" transmasculine and trans male experiences are. transfems and trans women who have never lived as trans men need to stop talking about how much "privilege" trans men and transmascs gain after coming out and starting listening about what actually happens to transmascs and trans men when they come out, and how much harder and worse it gets. transfems and trans women who have never lived as trans men and transmascs need to stop talking about how queer spaces and queer feminism "doesn't exclude transmascs and trans men" and start listening to how most if not all forms of feminism desperately try to leave transmascs and trans men out as quickly as possible. we as transfemmes and trans women need to stop literally spreading lies about transmascs and trans men and start listening to transmascs and men when they talk.

a LOT of AMAB trans women believe that trans men instantly gain the exact same privilege they had when they identified as cis men before coming out as trans women. this is brutally, honestly not how this works, at all. i understand a lot of trans women and transfems lived as cis men for a while. i understand that you know what it's like to be perceived as a cis man and live that life. you can't assume you know what trans manhood is like just because for a while you lived as a cis man. they're not the same. that doesn't mean you know what it's like to be a trans man or a transmasculine person. they are not the same experience. they cannot be compared. they're not even remotely close. cis and trans manhood are not the same experience societally.

it doesn't matter if you've personally known a lot of transmascs and trans men. it doesn't matter if you've dated or befriended transmascs or trans men. it doesn't even matter if you've had transmasc or trans male family members. it still stands that you, personally, do not understand the experience, because you are not the one living it.

this has gone on for way, way too fucking long. if you don't want trans men and mascs speaking over and for you, don't speak over and for trans men and transmascs. you don't get to create a double standard like that. you're not the arbiter of every trans experience. speak on your own experiences, and listen when other people talk about theirs. if you want to be listened to, you also need to listen to other people, too, otherwise it ceases to be a conversation and becomes a lecture instead. you have to show respect for other people, too, you are not the only person in the conversation who deserves respect.

if you don't want to be talked over about your own lived experience, why are you doing it to other people? stop it. that's not how you get people to listen to you. that's how you control other people. telling people how THEY live THEIR lives is an attempt to control them. you don't need to control the narrative on transmasculinity and trans manhood to be heard and taken seriously. speak on what YOU know, and let other people do the same for themselves. it's not a great look to act like you literally can't trust any other queer group to be able to accurately define their own identities, and that you have to do it for them. that is yet again about controlling the narrative.

is this about queer rights for you, or telling other people how to feel? stop telling other trans people they don't suffer. illegitimizing someone else's pain will not make anyone understand yours better. dismissing others' pain will not make people take yours more seriously. there's not a finite amount of suffering in the world. trans women and transfemmes are not the only ones who suffer under cisheteronormative patriarchy. it can and does happen to people you don't like and you can't ignore that. feminism and trans rights are about liberating all of us from patriarchy, not just trans women and transfemmes.

[gaelsstuffiehome]

Welcome back to our third and final part where we learn all about Gael's Stuffie Home and meet the various plushies who help her each and every day! Click here for part 1 and Gael's own story, and click here for part 2 where we meet the first members of her team!

While she's resting a bit as we get ready for new listings this Friday at 12 Noon EST, let's meet the others!

Trumpet: An odd little multicolor elephant from Avon and their Full of Beans line! He came to us from another adoption home, as did a few others of Gael’s friends, so he understands how important it is for the stuffed animals who come to the home to feel as calm and safe as possible. This has made him something of an expert on the best blanket and snack combos for stuffies who are sad or scared. He might be a little too cheerful sometimes for some of our grumpier stuffed animals, but everyone loves him all the same.

Bonnie: A non-binary handmade bee who came to live with us after my wife found them at a craft fair! Bonnie is very     squishy, not soft, so is a little different from the others in the group. Not a problem! We love all sorts of stuffed animals, and Bonnie is a good reminder that friends can come from all sorts of interesting places! Bonnie loves to drink chocolate milk and sometimes provides a lot of calm to some new-arrival stuffies who might be overwhelmed by everything that’s going on.

Winks: While obviously a very good friend, Winks the TY elephant is also perhaps the most argumentative member of Gael’s staff. It’s not that he’s a know-it-all. He just happens to think he’s always right and everyone else is almost always wrong. It would be nice if everyone could just get on board with that. To be sure, Winks does know quite a bit about important things like picking a good go-kart and how to make the best ice cream sundae, but when it comes to things like thrifting or quantum physics, everyone generally agrees Gael is the expert.

Tiny: This poor elephant has always had a bit of an identity crisis. To be clear, Tiny loves being here and loves her friends and family, but she also wishes she knew just a bit more about where she came from. This is something stuffed animals can struggle with sometimes, if they don’t have any tags, and it’s hard to figure out where they might have come from. Tiny doesn’t want this to be the only thing about her, because she loves to visit the ocean and enjoys karaoke and old video games, but someday she would like to learn more about her origins. Gael and the gang help her whenever possible, and maybe someday, we’ll find something!

Freakshow: The story of Freakshow is a bit sadder than the others. He’s very quiet and sometimes gets very anxious around humans, or even other bears, but he’s incredibly kind and loves to spend time in the sun. He enjoys stories and giving hugs to smaller plushies. Gael and I are so glad we were able to rescue him from a haunted house that had glued a horrible mask to his face. Then someone threw him in a pile of old broken things the haunted house wasn’t using anymore, and that’s how we found him. We brought him home and learned that the mask could not be removed without severely damaging his face. In the two years he’s lived here, he’s learned to love the way he looks, even if it’s very different, and he picked the name Freakshow because he wants others to know there’s nothing wrong with being a freak. In fact, he sometimes says very, very softly, being a freak is actually pretty amazing.

Freddy & Chica: Found on the floor of a Dave and Busters arcade. Freddy and Chica try to cause murder and mayhem wherever they go, but they’re extremely small size, soft bodies, and lack of functional limbs makes it almost impossible to do anything more elaborate than growl once in a while. When they aren’t wee little harbingers of doom, they like to watch horror movies and love to help Gael make snacks for some of the older stuffed toys in the home.

And that's our team! Gael's Stuffie Home opened almost three years ago, and in that time, I've watched Gael make so many neat friends, while finding homes for every sort of old stuffed animal you can imagine. I can't wait for you to see what we're going to do next, and I thank you for coming along with us!

[cupid4hae]

( reaction ) — riize kissing you randomly !

pairing : riize x fem!reader mentions : fluff. kissing. it’s just cute nothing much to say. the members aren’t in any particular order! and ofc this it a ot7 post.

[ cupid’s hub ] sorry sungchan’s was so short… i lowkey got lazy HELP. not grammar or spell checked ! i will later (maybe)

while laying down and enjoying each other’s company. shotaro loves glancing at you occasionally to admire you. you’re laying on your side watching instagram reels and look up to see him staring. “what happened taro?” you ask with a slight smile. gosh does shotaro love when you smile. when he doesn’t say anything you go back to watching your videos. that’s when he takes the phone out of your hand, but before you can react he kisses your lips softly. he pulled away shortly after and handed you back your phone before getting up from the bed and walking out the room, leaving you alone with the silence. when your brain processes what just happened you follow him and shower him with kisses.

wonbin loves when you do his hair. after a long day of practice he loves when you massage his head. sometimes you do little braids or clips to make him look “cutesy,” and you’ll even take pictures of him and save them to send to him after. but today, as you were playing with your boyfriends bangs, he suddenly looks up at you with nothing but admiration. he studies your features, a your beautiful colored eyes, your nice hair even if you complain about it being frizzy, your soft lips that he loves so much, gosh he really wants to kiss you. then wonbin thinks to himself, he quite literally can just kiss you right now, and that’s exactly what he does. he cups the bottom of your chin and gently brings your lips close to his. when he pulls away, all he sees is your slightly red face and softened eyes. after that, you ultimately give up on playing with his hair and hug him tightly.

watching eunseok play basketball is one of your favorite things to do. the way he moves, the way his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, the way he blows you a kiss after he makes a basket. however this time you weren’t really paying attention. distracted by the book you were reading in class, you just wanted to familiarize yourself with the book more before the exam you know your professor will give you. eunseok notices your distracted and tries to think of how to grab your attention. that’s when he runs over to you, grabs your face, kisses you, and runs back to the court. it happened so fast, all you can do is look at him. he turns towards you and yells “this one’s for you babe!” as he shoots the basketball and completely misses. god do you love this man bad.

sungchan loves to kiss you 24/7. to be honest, it’s never random because you expect it. your forehead? peck. the back of your hands? peck. your cheek? peck. your lips? more than a peck. he can’t help it he just loves you and your reactions. your ears slightly getting red, the tiny twinkle in your eyes, and the way you never hesitate to kiss him back. physical touch is his biggest love language, so of course he’ll love to touch you at whatever chance he gets, he just chooses kissing you as a way of showing it. not that you’re complaining though.

anton and you have been studying for about 2 hours now. you both aren’t studying for the same class, but study dates are slowly becoming normal in your relationship because it’s really the only time you can both get together in your hectic schedules. anton peers his eyes towards you to check in on your studies. your hair was messy, your pencil full of bite marks, and the headphones you had were slowly falling off your head. he called your name softly, but you didn’t hear him, you were locked in. but, anton needed your attention somehow, so he tapped the top of your notebook making you look up at him. your eyes finally meeting causes him to laugh, the way you look because of studying was cute to him for some odd reason. you were gonna go back to studying since he didn’t say anything, but anton grabbed your hand and kissed it. the gesture was reassuring. it let you know that he was there for you and that you’ll both pass your exams. (maybe just you but hey! he’s trying)

it’s been hours since seunghan’s texted you back. he told you he would be at practice till late, but you didn’t expect later than 11pm. you wanted to stay awake so you can talk and eat together, but your eyes were winning the fight and you could barely hold them open longer. you got comfy on the couch and decided to nap so that you’ll feel somewhat energized when seunghan came home. however, this nap turned into a deep sleep. seunghan comes home at 1:27am. he unlocks the front door of your shared apartment and sees you sleeping peacefully on the couch. quietly, he places his duffle bag down and walks over to you. seunghan grabs a blanket and covers you, he didn’t want to wake you, you looked so comfy and cute. he knows that you probably tried pushing yourself to stay awake because that’s the type of person you are and he loves that about you. he bends down to brush the hairs out of your face carefully, attempting to not wake you up. suddenly, seunghan presses his lips on your forehead and whispers “i love you y/n” into your ear. when he gets up to walk away he feels a hand grab his arm. he turns around to see you smiling at him, “kiss me again.”

you and sohee were hanging out with a few friends you both haven’t seen in a while. it was a drinking and eating hangout, just reminiscing on how life was when you were younger. there was someone that you both weren’t familiar with at the hangout. he was your old friend yuna’s cousin. it seems like he took interest in you, because the entire time he would compliment you and flirt with you hardcore. now sohee wasn’t necessarily the jealous type, after all what does he have to be jealous of? he know you love him and only him and that loser that keeps flirting with you will never have a chance. but, there was this one thing the guy did that really set him on edge. the dude had the audacity to place his hand on your knees while talking to you. sohee saw your attempts to move away from him, but he would close the space everytime. sohee had enough. he walked over to you guys, sat in spot next to you and kissed your lips. the kiss slowly turned into a small make out, and in the middle sohee opened his eyes to see the guy’s reaction. when he finally got the hint, he walked away. he pulls away from you and sees you smiling. you kiss him on the cheek and thank him for saving you.

[seungiesz]

yo yo yo yo yo, i’m like super happy cause i actually thought of something from ur prompt idea eve tho my brain is in reconstruction— anyways ANGST — 1. you can't change the past where the reader is like monster who was forced to have hurt and killed other ppl but know that she’s escaped an’ lives a normal life she has PTSD. The like one of the members (ur choice cause i have like no idea) is there roommate an’ helps them through episodes :D why do i always brainstorm like sad things? if u don’t wanna it’s fine, thank you for listening

— 🐣📎

omg wait i love this!

i def saw the reader as like an ex-mafia person and (i chose) hyunjin is a police officer who’s looking after them as they go through a court case.

lean on me!

police officer!hyunjin x ex-mafia!reader

genre: hurt/comfort , angst

word count: 768

Officer Hwang Hyunjin stood against the wall of the apartment, his back pressed against the open window. The air was cold, but he hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on the door he’d been watching for weeks—the one that belonged to you, the ex-mafia enforcer who now lived under his watchful eye.

You had walked away from a life of violence, but your past didn’t let go that easily. It haunted you, lingered in the corners of your mind, and often bled into the present. Hyunjin was the one who kept you grounded, even when your memories threatened to drag you under.

The door creaked open, and you stepped out into the living room, face pale and drawn. You pulled your hoodie tight around your shoulders, eyes distant, lost in something only you could see. Hyunjin had learned to recognize the signs—the tension in your posture, the slight tremble in your hands.

"Hyunjin," you called quietly, voice hoarse. "You here?"

"I’m always here," he replied, his voice steady.

You glanced at him, managing a small, tired smile, as if you wanted to laugh, but it faded quickly. Your eyes, haunted and wide, spoke volumes—you were in the middle of something, something you couldn’t explain but felt deep in your bones.

"You okay?" Hyunjin asked, taking a few steps closer.

Your jaw clenched. “I… I don’t know anymore. Some days are worse than others.”

Hyunjin could see it—the storm building behind your eyes. The memories, the trauma, were clawing at you. The people you had hurt, people who hadn’t deserved it. The past you were trying to outrun was never far behind. The nightmares, the flashbacks—they all bled together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. “Talk to me. What happened this time?”

Your breath hitched, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, as if bracing against an invisible force. "Earlier at the courthouse, it was just a door… Just a slam, but it sounded like gunshots. Like it was happening all over again." You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill over. "I couldn’t stop myself."

Hyunjin’s heart ached. He knew the weight of your words. He knew the fight you were in, every day, to stay away from the monster you’d been—and the fear that you might slip back into it.

"You’re not that person anymore," Hyunjin said, moving closer, his voice soft. "You’re not."

You shook your head, your breath coming faster now. "But I was. I can’t just forget it."

“You can’t change the past,” Hyunjin said, his voice calm and sure. "But you can change the future. You don’t have to be that person anymore.”

You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving as you tried to steady yourself. Hyunjin reached out his hand, a silent invitation. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

You hesitated for a moment, eyes flicking to him, searching for something—anything—to tell you it was real. That it wasn’t just words. Slowly, you stepped forward, your body trembling as you leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you steady, his presence firm and unwavering.

For a few moments, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city. The weight of everything you had been, and everything you feared you might become, rested on his shoulders. But he didn’t move. He didn’t pull away. He simply let you lean on him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice breaking.

Hyunjin’s hand gently stroked your back. “You’re not alone. Not anymore. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Your body relaxed in his arms, the tension slowly easing. "Thank you," you murmured, voice raw but grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hyunjin said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “We’ll get through it. Together.”

You wiped your eyes, offering a shaky smile. "I don’t know how I’d do this without you."

Hyunjin smiled at your words, squeezing you just a bit tighter. He knew he had helped you along the way. He just feared what he knew would be inevitable, the day you left him.

Once the court case was closed, you’d be off to a new life under the witness protection program, a new beginning. He’d be extremely happy for you, but he feared what would happen to you in times like this.

Who would be there for you?

He shook the thought from his head, deciding that’s an issue for the future. For now, he would continue to be there for you, even if it was just for a short time.

[yayasvalveplay]

Senator Shockwave in the TF1 universe, he’s a friend to Orion who greatly admires him. D-16 is ofc very very jealous and Orion is very very oblivious. Hilarity ensues, the miners take bets on what’ll happen first, D-16 has a jealous crash out or Orion stops being oblivious.

"I don't like you hanging out with that senator." Orion looked up from his bench. Putting the rest of the mining gear away. He tilts his helm slightly to the side, giving a confused look.

"How come?"

"I just don't. He's up to something. Why would a member of the senate want to willingly spend his time with bots like us?" D-16 continuing, grabbing ahold of Orion to stop him from doing anything else. To stop and look at him as they talked about a serious manner.

Orion looked at him, really looked at him, and soon the other minors were looking their way, as if anticipating something.

"He's my friend. Just like how you and Elita are my friends. If you can trust Sentinel, then you can trust Shockwave."

"That's different." He raised his voice,before lowering it. "Yes sure I idolize Sentinel. But I don't know anything about Shockwave."

"I've told you things that he likes to do."

"Again,that's different. That's not public knowledge. Orion I don't want you getting hurt." Both servos were gripping Orions arms, pulling him in closer. "Please just,,,, I dont-" what else could he say?

"Oh. I get it." Wait what? Dee lifted him helm up quickly. Scouting out Orions features as he smiled at him wide. No. No he knows that smile.

"You're jealous." NO WAS IT REALLY THAT OBVIOUS!?

"You're jealous I got a senate friend. And you dont." That is so far from the truth.

"If you wanted to join, you could of just asked. Shockwave, can't say no to me!" Before D-16 could even stop Orion, he had most likely commed the senator, because his smile grew even more as time passed.

"Great. Dee you coming with me to our metting."

"Hold on. I never agreed to anything like that."

"Oops too late. I already told him you were coming, and he said yes. Guess you have to go now."

"You are insufferable Orion pax."

"I know."

----

"Alright, everyone the betting pools are still active, we are at 450 shanex for the D-16 blowing up in a jealous rage, and 820 for Orion stops being obvious to Dee's advances. Anyone wanting to add more?" Jazz called out, as Prowl and Arcee took turns gathering the money, and putting in the new amounts.

Elita stood there watching this all play out. Orion and D-16 none of the wiser as they all purposely kept this hidden from the two miners. She just knows one day it's all going to back fire on them. And there's going to be a secret third option.

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Liz, Biotechnician

Part 5

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“You’re sure it was my codes, sir?”

Liz stood in front of the 3 highest ranking officers on board the Noah: the bipedal insectoid Captain Skitch, the First Officer, a woman from the Doun race named Koatil, and Security Chief Ducane. She’d been called to the captain’s office before the cycle’s shift had even started.

“We’re sure,” Captain Skitch chittered, his short mandibles moving, “but we’re also sure it wasn’t you.”

“I don’t follow,” Liz said. Sitting in the chair across from these three was making her nervous. Like there was an alarm in her head screeching out LAST CHANCE LAST CHANCE LAST CHANCE in Admiral Townes voice. It’s not like she’d been dissecting other crew members like other humans on the ship, so she wasn’t sure how or why this was happening.

“Let me be perfectly clear here Elizabeth, you’re not in any trouble, but several times in the last few weeks, someone has been using division head codes to send encrypted long distance communications.”

Commander Koatil leaned against the wall, her thermal suit clunking and rumbling. Liz had always wondered how the thing didn’t get clogged with Doun fur all the time, but now wasn’t the time to ask. Especially not with Koatil’s horns looking so sharp at the moment.

“At the times in question, you were usually at your work station or in the mess hall. Chief Ducane here assures us your… what did you call it Ducane?”

“Body language, Commander.”

“Right, that. He assures us you couldn’t be behind it. You’re too ‘relaxed’ to be conspiring against the rest of the crew.”

They’ve been watching me? Conspiring against the crew? Liz thought, trying to swallow but her mouth had just dried up like the desert world Apam 2. Hopefully they hadn’t seen what had happened to Coco, or if they did, it wouldn’t get them fired. Liz had to get them to stop eating so much chocolate. Problems for later. The idea of a traitor among the crew was almost an afterthought to her. Almost.

“So do you know who it is?” She asked.

“That’s classified,” Ducane said.

So you don’t know, she figured.

“It’s been…,” the chief continued, “let’s say, brought to the ship command’s attention that some rather odd occurrences have gotten overlooked, so I’ve given Chief Ducane the all clear to begin an official investigation. Can you think of anyone who’d have access to your work station or your personal space?”

Liz shook her head silently. The black ball cap she’d always seen him wearing was backwards, and he donned his ‘tool belt’, sporting an Earthly ballistic pistol and a stun baton. Danny looked at her a second longer before leaning against the desk, looking pensive.

“Naturally, if you speak of this to anyone, you’ll not only be expelled from the ship, you’ll probably end up court-martialed back on Earth,” Skitch said, dead pan. “The only reason you’re being informed is because you were involved, however slightly it was.”

Liz looked around at the three of them. Even if she wasn’t in trouble yet, she thought about the conversation she’d had just yesterday with Thomas and Jane. If anyone had overheard them, even just a little, and they told Bridge Command, that was it. She’d be finished.

God damn it Thomas.

She could already hear her Uncle Edd, AKA Admiral Townes, AKA the man in charge of her current job, as well as the whole ship, telling her how irresponsible it was to leave her access codes on a sticky note by her computer. There wasn’t a universe out there where he didn’t already know about this. Every cell in her body wanted nothing else but to avoid that stern and disappointed lecture she’d heard a thousand times before, the reminders that while she might be the brightest mind in the family she was also the most thoughtless. Another screw up and he couldn’t bail her out again. Another screw up and she could kiss her position goodbye: no more science division head, no more personal lab, no more Noah-

-no more Coco-

The thought burst into her brain like a super nova. She’d finally made a friend, a real friend, someone she connected with in the lab and out, and the thought of losing that scared her more than she thought it would, way more than she’d be willing to admit. No, she had to fix this, now. The conversation she had with Thomas the previous cycle came back like an after flare, and so she did the only thing she could think of.

“Beep…?” she said, looking to Danny, trying desperately to signal to the security chief that yeah, I’ve already talked to Thomas, I know about your office, I know about a lot of stuff! You gotta help me out here, human to human!

The chief stared at her a moment, a puzzled look stuck on his face. Liz gripped the arms of her chair so hard her knuckles turned white. Exasperated she tried again.

“Beep!”

“Are you alright ensign?” The captain asked, looking from her to the only other human in the room, probably looking for a hint about this new strange Earthling behavior. Liz just kept looking at the security chief, and watched as realization bloomed behind his eyes.

Ducane strode over to her, and Liz noticed for the first time he had a scar under his chin, a thin line going up his jaw. In the back of her mind she wondered how he’d gotten it.

“Now, ensign,” Ducane half rumbled as he towered over her, “I’m going to escort you back to your work station, where you’ll not discuss this with anyone else, understood?”

“Understood… sir,” she added hastily.

As the two terrans excused themselves, Liz’ translator just barely picked it up.

“Those humans are weird,” from Commander Koatil.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Talk. Now.”

They’d made it down the hallway in silence, Ducane in the lead. The moment the lift doors closed he’d begun the interrogation.

Liz realized then just how much the man’s frame eclipsed hers, he was like four of her put together and force fed an all protein powder diet. She was like a pencil in comparison to a tree trunk. So in response, she straightened her back to her full height and tried to stand her ground.

“Look dude, this isn’t my fault, you told Thomas all that stuff, and he blabbed yesterday to us-”

“Us? Who’s us?!” Danny cut her off, a pained look on his face. “What is the matter with you kids? Are you all trying to give me an ulcer here?”

“Who the hell are you calling kids, I’m twenty eight!”

“And I’m almost forty,” he sighed, “and at this rate you actual children will kill me before I hit the big four zero.” Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Elizabeth. Liz. Please. Just tell me what he told you and…?”

“Jane, from medical.”

“God damnit Thomas.”

“Tell me about it, right? I’m gonna get canned just ‘cause I know stuff. That’s my whole job dude, to know stuff.”

“Please-”

“Yeah, yeah,” she cut him off, before explaining the conversation the three of them had had the day before in the mess hall.

“Fuuuuck me,” was all he said in turn.

“Why’d you even tell Bridge Command you’re looking for a saboteur on the ship?” Liz asked.

“Why? Because it’s my job, that’s why. This isn’t some like mystery holo show back on Earth, these are real stakes here Liz, real people who could get hurt or worse if this goes bad. So yeah, of fucking course I told the captain! It’s just you kids running around behind my back that are screwing shit up for me right now. If this gets out, the whole experiment is going to be canceled, we’ll all be fired, probably imprisoned, and the whole human god damn race is gonna have cosmic egg on its face right from the jump for a whole galactic audience to see.”

Liz just stared at him, watching the escalation.

“Oh,” is all she said.

The lift doors opened.

“Look,” Ducane took a deep, hopefully calming breath, “if you three just keep your mouths shut and let me do my job, everything is gonna be fine. GAIL Command won’t think anyone is colluding, they won’t even find out until we have something to say, and the ship can keep going on its merry way. Alright?”

“Alright,” Liz said.

And she really did want to mean it too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Human Friend Liz!” Coco’s voice synthesizer exclaimed, unusually excited for a creature with no adrenal gland. “You remember the moon where you lost your arm, yes?”

“Yeah, that was the kind of thing you remember hon,” Liz said, flexing her cybernetic fingers. She hung her coat across the back of her chair. “What about it?”

“Well I was thinking, why didn’t your plasma pistol ignite the air around us? The atmospheric makeup was 95% methane if you recall.”

“Weren’t you releasing oxygen from your branches? That’s why I didn’t suffocate after my mask broke.”

“Yes, correct, but not at a rate that could stave off an ignition. I’ve been rechecking the data, and it appears there was a steady stream of oxygen pouring out from the cave mouth. Perhaps there is some sort of generator, most likely botanical in nature, under the surface to offset the methane in some places.”

“Oh,” Liz said, “well then I’m really glad all we lost down there was my arm. Getting blown up isn’t great, I’m told.”

Coco was standing in their pot, using their branches to tick and tap buttons on their tablet. In their wall cubby enclosure, the Armeaters were ‘sunbathing’ under a heat lamp. A pile of chicken bones in the corner told Liz they’d eaten their lunch without issue. She reached her cybernetic arm over the lip of the tank and scratched one under its snout.

“Remind me, when is the zoological team coming to pick up these guys?”

“Based on their rate of growth,” Coco began, “we’ll have some time before they arrive. Around midpoint of the mission, at the earliest I was told.”

Coco turned their wall computer to face the human.

“Look at this data. I believe these creatures have a rather slow growth period during their first few stages of life, then have rather explosive growth spurts into adult hood.”

“That’s so weird,” Liz said, puzzled. “I mean I guess I’m biased, but most Earth creatures come out ready to go, especially outta eggs. Like sure they’re small, but they don’t stay that way for long.”

“Maybe they’re similar to the Soolian species in the Miriam Basin on Trigor. That species generates a growth hormone from the vegetation they eat,” she continued. “We might just have to take them back to the moon.”

“There is still much we do not know about their habitat. Another expedition to MX13 would be very informative.”

“Yup. Sure would.” Liz flexed her fingers, first the flesh and bone set, then the metal. “Maybe send the drones first though.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course.” Coco turned their tablet back into the wall and continued their work. “Sorry, I had forgotten. When one of my species loses a branch, it will eventually grow back.”

“Lucky you,” Liz said dryly, scritching one of the little aliens between the eyes. It wriggled contently and rolled over. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad it was just my arm, and now I’m really glad we didn’t both get blown to hell, but I’m pretty fucking pissed I lost my arm. The new one is cool and all, but it does kinda suck in comparison to the real thing.”

“I am… incapable of understanding the feeling,” Coco said slowly, “but I am sorry that my friend human is upset. If you need anything of me, I will do my best to oblige you.”

“Thanks hon, I really appreciate that.”

Liz sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the tip tap tap of Coco’s computer typing vines. She wasn’t even really working, more just sitting and breathing and existing, contemplating. Thinking about her arm somewhere, wondering if she could somehow make it shoot the bird to the universe for stealing it.

Wondering if she could or even should tell her best friend on the ship about the possibility of a saboteur. She reasoned that, no, no she shouldn’t. It’d be like… knowingly passing on a contagious virus. Something she didn’t want her friend to catch. Problems they didn’t have to endure if she could just keep her mouth shut.

She found herself thinking about her previous posting onboard the Herald, and the supervising officer who’d contracted the zeno-sporic infection. Hank was his name, if she remembered correctly.

Giant douche canoe filled with fungus, she thought.

He’d completely disregarded the safety briefing she’d made for the landing on Zenos 3, a highly dangerous planetoid in the sector they’d been assigned. Totally ignored the proper instructions and personal protective devices, and came into contact with an incredibly aggressive species of fungus that rooted in his lungs when he’d inhaled them.

Then the dipshit brought them back on the ship without going into quarantine! Who does that?!

Morons. That’s who.

She’d thought he’d looked a little off on the shuttle back, and hours later in the mess hall she’d seen him hacking up spore laced sludge into the waste bins. Luz hadn’t hesitated after that, she’d stunned him with her sidearm and licked him in the sterilization pod. After several hours of gassing him and the spores, he was clean enough to come out, and after another few hours-

-had to be sure you know?-

-she let him out, all safe and clean, totally spore free.

During that time, watching him thrash around in the pod while the spores made their way through his system and into his brain, trying to evade the gas, she’d learned something, something that’d stuck with her since.

Liz had learned that you can’t wait for people to do the right thing. You do it yourself.

She hadn’t waited for Officer Moron to get himself cleaned.

She hadn’t waited for that asshole Grite to save Coco on MX13.

She wasn’t going to wait for Ducane and Bridge Command to find the saboteur and save the mission.

She looked over at her workstation and saw the sticky note stuck there with her codes on it. Liz reached her cybernetic arm over and plucked it from the screen, crumpled it up, and dropped it in the Armeater tank. The largest of the three perked up and pounced on it, like it was a new toy, and shredded it with their newborn needle teeth.

“Time to get to work,” she said quietly.

In their pot in the corner, Coco gave an involuntary shiver of apprehension. Friend Human Liz was exhibiting predator again. They were just thankful for the pack bonding relationship they shared, because otherwise, the Sprygan would be terrified.

[i-dared-myself]

Ninth member headcannons

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Heya there! ☺️ Could I maybe request being Stray Kids 9th member headcanons, please? Like, being the only female member and being with them since the beginning. 🤗 And one more detail: could you leave the reader's age unspecified or make her the maknae (sorry, but being a noona really isn't for me 😬). Take your time if you decide to write this, no pressure! 🥰

•When you first joined, Minho def scared you the most. There was just something about his intense gaze. You did warm up to him quickly, probs because you realized he’s a sweetheart.

•The first moment when you realized he wasn’t so bad was when he offered to spend a couple extra mins with you on a dance. You talked during it, and became close friends.

•Chan is such a sweetheart and is so nice about you being the only female member (sometimes he goes so out of his way for you, and you feel awkward) and is the biggest gentleman ever.

•You have a separate room, but it’s in no means your room, y’know? There’s always someone in there hanging out. Whether it’s Changbin hiding from the chaos of the dorms, or Jeongin just wanting to chat, your room has become a gathering space.

•Periods are marked on the shared calendar that hangs in the living room. You don’t do it and you have no idea who’s tracking your cycles, but it happens. Chan books concerts and events around your periods (much to the company’s displeasure) and it’s honestly a nightmare when they come around.

•You’re surprisingly quite pleasant while bleeding out of your vagina. As bad as the pain and other symptoms get, the others somehow are worse. Hyunjin gets sympathy pains like nobody’s business, and Felix checks in on you every fifteen mins to see that you’re good.

•It’s exhausting but exactly what you need. It’s annoying when Chan reads articles about periods and sees one mention of how the loss of blood can lead to anemia and starts cooking so much meat to give you.

•Like the house just becomes a carnivore’s paradise with how much there is. You eat it to make him happy, but when the nausea and the cravings come, Changbin manages to convince him to relent with it.

•Jisung and you giggle and gossip about everything. Hyunjin always has something to contribute to your little sessions and it’s become a Friday night ritual of making popcorn and “watching a movie”.

•Watching a movie stands for shit-talking people you dislike.

•Seungmin always seems to just appear in the room when JYP’s name comes up. Like legit no idea how he knows, but he has a radar for that stuff.

•One second he’s nowhere in sight, the next second he’s whispering in your ear about JYP’s mama. You really regret teaching him about yo mama jokes.

•Especially since he doesn’t really understand them and kinda just throws out English words he knows, so it usually just sounds like “Yo mama is pink dinosaur”.

•Everyone stares for a sec before you snort in amusement. That usually cracks Felix up, who starts giggling out a bunch of Australian words you don’t know, but makes Chan gasp.

•You probs have the filthiest mouth, and are always getting scolded for it. Changbin, Hyunjin, and Chan are always on your case. What if something slips out at a fan meet? What if you say a naughty word in a speech?

•Minho finds it hilarious and one time when you were singing, was whispering all the curses he knew into your ears. Chan was not happy with him afterwards, and you had a good laugh about it at Minho’s expense when he had to do the dishes for a week.

•Chores are evenly divided for the most part, but you refuse to eat any of their cooking. So you do a lot of that while they handle other things, or you order takeout.

•But after you saw them in a kitchen? You had nightmares about that for weeks. (Which Hyunjin laughed about but did stay up with you after). Every time they even mention wanting to try a new recipe, you shoo them away before they burn the place down.

•And for some reason, you have fucking fire drills. It’s not company-mandated, Chan just likes to be prepared. So you’ll be sleeping when all of a sudden your door bursts open and Jisung is screaming as shrill as he can “WEE-WOO WEE-WOOOOOOO” with his phone screen turned to red and he’s flashing it on and off.

•And you scream and chuck a pillow at him and it smacks him in the face. Then Changbin has to carry him out the door as Jisung whines about how hard you threw it. Chan has a clipboard of names and he checks everyone off the list.

•Then everyone realizes Seungmin was sleeping with his headphones on and didn’t come out.

•And somehow you draw the short straw and have to go in to save him. Jeongin starts mourning you as if it’s not a drill, and you have to go back inside and the whole thing is ridiculous because who does this?!?

•So you march back inside, past all the posters of fire that Felix printed out for these occasions(you swear there’s something else in those brownies) and shove Seungmin’s door open. You wrench off those headphones and startle him awake before pulling him back out to Chan.

•He’s pleased that it only took fifteen minutes for everyone to evacuate, and vaguely warns about a security drill that’s soon to happen.

•Jisung is probs the cuddliest, just because he’s not too worried about getting caught up in some scandalous dating rumour, but the others aren’t afraid to snuggle. Minho and Seungmin don’t outright ask for it, so you usually initiate, but absolutely don’t push you away.

•That one SKZ Code with the silk scarves? Yeah, you got tangled up in it pretty much immediately. All eight of them had to rescue you, and you barely made it out.

•Other than that, you’re pretty chill in those kinds of episodes. You generally stick with Jisung and Jeongin (the least buff/try-hards) and just enjoy yourself.

•One time, Changbin tried to start like a book club for some reason, even tho nobody has the time to read. You suspect it was a way for him to force you all to read his favourite book because after the first book was finished, the club mysteriously was shut down.

•Changbin doesn’t have any recollection of that when you bring it up, but you could have sworn it happened. Except Minho doesn’t remember it either, and now you’re like 60% sure it happened.

•Concerts are nerve-racking. You’re always anxious beforehand, but the others soothe you through it. Once you get out and you see the crowd of Stays, the nerves fade away.

•The night after a concert is usually a huge cuddle pile in Chan’s room. It’s an unofficial tradition that you can’t remember when it started, but you love it. It’s one of those moments that prove that the group loves you and that you’re all a family.

•One day after Hyunjin complains about running out of his favourite face wash, you go out to the store. You like seeing the other members happy. So he tags along to make sure you pick the right one, and Felix comes for the thrill of it as well.

•Then you’re being dragged into a back alley and there’s a dude with a ski-mask and a knife. You start hyperventilating and look around for help, but he grabs you before you can run away.

•Hyunjin is screaming and clawing at his own face dramatically, while Felix gets into a fighting position because of his black belts. He takes forever to actually fight the dude, spending about two minutes getting ready. You’re yelling at him because you’re about to die, and Hyunjin is shouting about not wanting to see blood everywhere.

•Then the guy rips his face-mask off, and it’s Minho. You slap his chest and collapse on the ground as you catch your breath. Felix slumps, disappointed he didn’t actually get to fight someone, and Hyunjin scowls.

•Chan steps out of nowhere and says you failed the security drill, and you plot his death. You’re pretty sure if you just get the drop on him from behind and like-

•Life with Stray Kids is pretty chill, although it does have its crazy moments. In the end tho you know they care and respect you, which makes all their quirks worth it.