#just sits there with his mouth hanging open

[suguslve]

thinking about loser (perv) idia .ᐟ

♰ pairings. idia shroud x shy fem! reader

♰ warnings. suggestive content. loser! idia at first but then he becomes a pervert (yum). noncon (?). pantie sniffing and stealing. stalking. uhhh idk what else. mdni

♰ word count. 1.5k

♰ a/n. i was on idia brainrot these past few weeks and decided to whip a lil something up ;) enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!

— loser! idia who kept his head down, ignoring everyone, why does crowley need ALL housewardens to attend to a stupid meeting in the first place? he was busy uttering curses in his mind when your sweet voice broke the ruckus. his head snapped up just slightly, just enough to steal a glance at you. w-wait were you stuttering?! and you weren’t just stuttering—you were anxiously fidgeting with your hands too!! are you nervous because of the meeting? because of someone? or—wait—what if you’re nervous because you hate crowds too?! oh god, did he just find a fellow social avoidance expert??

— loser! idia who actually wanted to approach and talk to you, but obviously he’s a coward. yeah, nope, definitely NOT happening. he’d literally rather fight a final boss solo with no revives than approach you right now. and so, as the meeting adjourns, he quickly and quietly leaves the room (with his heart racing wildly and his face burning). 

— loser! idia who desperately tried to avoid you at every turn—but it was like the universe had other plans. no matter where he tried to hide, there you were. his carefully scouted, ultra-secret, 1000% normie-free safe zones? infiltrated. by you. of all people. what kind of cruel RNG was this?! ugh, this was turning into a way bigger side quest than he signed up for. his usual gaming hideout behind the school? you were there, sitting on the steps, quietly reading. the abandoned hallway near the library? you showed up, looking just as startled to see him as he was to see you. EVEN THE ROOFTOP—his ultimate last resort—had somehow become your preferred quiet spot?! and the worst part is sometimes, he’d see you there… and instead of running, he’d hesitate. just for a second. because—ugh, he’d never say it out loud—but you weren’t loud like the other normies. you weren’t disruptive. you were just… there. quiet. fidgeting. existing in your own little world.

— loser! idia who finally gained the courage to approach you. oh but trust him, it wasn’t like he wanted to—he just… happened to be in the same spot as you (again), and instead of immediately running in the opposite direction like usual, he somehow convinced himself to stay. which, might have been a huge mistake because the second your eyes flickered up to meet his, his brain immediately started screaming. abort, abort, abort— but you’d already seen him. his escape route had been cut off. and he just stood there, shifting on his feet, pulling at the strings of his hoodie like it was a lifeline. his mouth opened. closed. opened again. say something, you coward! 

— loser! idia who mumbled the weakest, most pathetic greeting ever known. “u-uh…yo?” his voice cracked, and he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole there on the spot. that was so cringe!! seriously?! ‘yo’?! what am i a generic background delinquent?! while he was having a crisis, you chuckled softly before greeting him in return. idia.exe has stopped working.

— loser! idia who didn’t know how this “friendship” between you even started. at first he avoided you like the plague and the next thing he knew, you two were hanging out like it was normal. at first, he figured you were just another shy person suffering through NRC, but the more you talked, the more he realized—wait, you actually get him?! you didn’t just tolerate his rants about games, anime, and how normies were a blight upon existence—you joined in. he slowly let his guard down around you. he didn’t even mean to, but you were just… easy to talk to. there were no expectations, no forced small talk, no annoying social pressure. if you two sat in silence, it wasn’t awkward. if you talked, it wasn’t exhausting. before he knew it, he was complaining about gacha rates and actually making jokes without wanting to crawl into a hole and die afterward.

— loser! idia who slowly fell for you and your little quirks. but hey! it’s not like you can blame him. you were stupidly cute in ways that made his heart do dumb things. you matched his energy—avoiding crowds, hiding from normies, nerding out over random things. you got excited about the smallest details, and somehow, somehow, you even made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the biggest loser in existence.

— loser! idia who slowly became possessive and obsessive over you. it started as just worry, okay?! totally normal levels of concern. but then his mind started spiraling—what if something bad happened to you and he wasn’t around?! NRC was a literal villain academy, full of shady, power-hungry weirdos, you can’t trust any of the students here—well, aside from him and ortho but that’s besides the point! you—with your big doe eyes and painfully sweet personality—were basically walking around with a giant “EASY TARGET” sign on your back. you can be easily taken advantage of!

— loser! idia who swore to be your protector. it wasn’t even a choice at this point—it was a necessity. so what if he wasn’t exactly the heroic, sword-wielding, normie-approved protector type? he had brains. he had strategy. and most importantly—he had a highly advanced AI-powered little brother who could do background checks on anyone who so much as looked at you funny. he might be a loser, but if he notices someone teasing or making you uncomfortable, he’ll reluctantly step in. “H-hey, back off, normie… uh, I mean, don’t be rude, or whatever…” then he drags you away like a panicked introvert escaping a social interaction.

— loser perv! idia who set up cameras all over ramshackle dorm to “keep an eye out on you.” it wasn’t stalking! no no, this was just preventative security measures! NRC was dangerous, okay?! a totally defenseless, magicless, too-trusting person like you? living alone in a rundown, ghost-infested dorm? that was basically asking for trouble. anyone with half a brain would’ve done the same! (right?)

— loser perv! idia who watches you 24/7 watching everything. the way you got ready for bed. the way you sighed and stretched when you thought no one was looking. the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder sometimes. and oh god, when you absentmindedly played with the hem of your skirt or chewed on the end of your pen? yeah. he was so beyond saving. okay so maybe he checked the cameras a little too often. maybe he kept the feed open on one of his monitors at all times. maybe he watched you even when there was no actual danger. but it’s not like he was doing anything weird! just… making sure you weren’t lonely!

— loser perv! idia who became utterly obsessed with you. he’d watch you from afar, his eyes tracing every movement, every smile. his room was filled with pictures of you, some taken without your knowledge. his obsession grew darker, more twisted. his obsession became all-consuming. he hacked into your social media accounts, reading your private messages and learning more about you than you ever intended to share. he’d watch you through hidden cameras he installed in your room, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction as he invaded your privacy.

— loser perv! idia who snuck into your dorm one night as you were asleep. he watched you for hours, his heart racing with excitement and fear. oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel your skin against his. but he knew he couldn’t risk waking you up. instead, he roamed your room. touching your things, smelling the perfume you use, looking at the plushies you kept, but it wasn’t enough, so he made his way to your bathroom and went through all your dirty clothing. sniffing the clothes you wore, rummaging for ages until he found it. your soiled panties. he took them all, moaning as he smelt your scent on them. god he can feel himself growing hard right now. he took your underwear and kept them all on the pocket of his hoodie. but before he left he made sure to give you one look, and well maybe a peck on your cheek, but it’s not like you’d find out, right?

— loser perv! idia who rushed to his dorm room and locked it to make sure no one would disturb him. 

— loser perv! idia who watched various amounts of hentai that night, imagining it was you writhing and moaning under him. he pulled off his sweats and boxers and let his cock free. he hissed as the cold air hit his cock—then, he pulled your panties from where he had kept them. one hand sniffing it, and the other jerking himself off. he was so close, he could feel it, and so he took your underwear and jerked himself with it. oh fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore.

— loser perv! idia who couldn’t help himself from moaning your name over, and over until he came hard. his mind filled with dirty thoughts of defiling your innocence. god, he can’t wait to ruin you. he jerked himself faster, and faster until he came. his fluids soiling your panties. his breathing was labored, cheeks flushed. ah shit, this wasn’t gonna cut it, he needed more.

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[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | six.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

⇢word count: 6.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language, seora spends time with her uncle mingi, first date <33, yunho opens up about his parents to oc, holding hands, good conversations & just a bunch of cute simp shit, goodnight kisses 🥰, i swear things will get a lil spicier next chap lmao

yunho: goodmorning. 😊

This morning had been one of those mornings. You had gotten up a little later than usual, feeling tired from the exhausting week. On top of that, you turned down Yunho's offer to bring you to work so that you wouldn't have to take the bus over; afraid you'd be asking for too much since he was gonna be driving around later tonight. Had you known the bus would be running late, you might've taken him up on it. But, with it being Friday, you were just excited to get your day over with so that you could hang out with Yunho one-on-one.

It was a blessing and a curse that it was busy as soon as you walked in this morning. A blessing because the day would breeze on by. A curse because you didn't even get a chance to respond to Yunho's cute lil text before jumping right into your task list. Until, your desktop computer decided to be stubborn and stop working properly— setting you behind even more than you already were due to the commute.

you: hi, goodmorning ☺️

you: i'm sorry for the late response! i'm having quite the morning. i have so much to do, but my desktop isn't working now. i feel so incomplet and useless. 😭

yunho: it's okay! not like i thought you forgot about me or anything .. 🥲

you: lol sorry, never!

yunho: wdym it's not working?

you: it won't stay on. keeps going on power save mode even though my settings are adjusted to never go on power save mode.

yunho: interesting. where do you sit in the peds hospital again?

you: 4th floor, M103.

yunho: i'll be over in a sec.

you: yunho?? you don't even support our unit 😭

yunho: and? lol. i have time. brb!

"What?" You mutter to yourself as you set your phone down, a little worried about Yunho getting in trouble or pushing off his work to help you. You shrug it off, scribbling in your planner and working through emails on your laptop until Yunho swings by.

Which, didn't take him long post-reply. He was at your cubicle about 15 minutes later.

"Hey." Yunho says softly.

"Hi." You shyly laugh. "How did you even get in here?"

"IT has access everywhere, believe it or not." He smiles before pointing at your desktop. "Mind if I take a look?"

"Go for it." He pulls up an empty office chair nearby and drags it over to your desk, sitting comfortably as he presses the power button. He presses it a few times and clicks away at your mouse until the screen pops up. 

"Hm." He hums. "Took awhile."

"It's gonna shut down on you."

"Is that what's been happening?"

"Mhm. Just now actually. When I get it back up and running, it'll let me work for a few minutes before it shuts off and goes into power mode randomly." He's click-clacking away on the keyboard, forehead tightly knit as he eventually rests his elbow on the desk— hand hovering over his mouth, with the other on the mouse.

"How old is your computer?"

"I don't know, maybe 8-10 years old? It was passed down from the previous project manager when I stepped into her role."

"Yikes." He laughs. "I'll try a few things, but might also be a good time to consider getting a new one." He starts pulling up the terminal and plugging in some code— language you definitely don't understand.

"Yeah, I know."

"You actively push data or other work to the cloud, right? So you have a backup and can pull it up anywhere?"

"Mhm."

"Good." He gives you a small smirk. "Then, getting a replacement wouldn't be so bad. You deserve it." You laugh.

"Hope the department thinks so."

"I mean, you do need a working computer to get your things done." He sits back in the chair and crosses his arms, slightly slumped in his position. "I just plugged in a code to mimic the movement of your mouse so the computer thinks something is always happening. If you look closely at the pointer, you can see it twitching a bit." You look up close on the screen and manage to see what he's talking about.

"Woah. Okay, genius."

"Not even." He laughs. "If you don't mind me being in your space for a little longer, I wanna see if this keeps your computer awake."

"As long as it isn't taking up unnecessary time and making you behind."

"Never." He smiles at you. "So."

"So." You mimic him. "Where are you taking me later?"

"For me to know and you to find out." You snort.

"Clever. Am I dressed enough for the occasion?" Yunho eyes your outfit, running a finger across his bottom lip while he smirks at you. 

"Yeah, you look good. You always do." You playfully push him on the bicep, making him laugh. "What? I can't be honest?"

"Hey— oh? Oops. Hi Yunho." Noeul gives you a look before slowly walking away. 

"Hey Noeul." 

"I'll come back later." She mouths out as Yunho gives off a small chuckle. Suddenly, he shifts his attention back to your computer when he notices the screen go black, and he's back to sitting up again. 

"Damn." He tries fiddling with the mouse and keyboard again. "Guess that didn't work. I think this is a hardware issue now, but .." He turns to you with the same smirk he was sporting earlier when he was spitting out those compliments. "Since your computer is pretty old, I can't say it won't act up again if you get this serviced."

"So, you're saying a new computer is definitely the way to go." He nods.

"You deserve it." He stands as he reminds you. "You should think about getting a 38" monitor instead of having two. It's basically the equivalent and helps with productivity."

"What are some good ones?"

"I can send you some recs in a bit. I'm sorry you'll have to work from your laptop for now. But, whatever you order, I can help make sure it gets to you ASAP and I'll help set it up."

"Yunho." You slightly pout as he's slowly walking out of your cubicle.

"No but's. I got you." He looks down at his watch. "Anyway, gotta head back."

"See, don't tell me you have tons of stuff to catch up on now because of me?"

"I doooon't." He almost whines with a small laugh. He totally does. He's actually kinda swamped, but he made it over anyway because seeing you is nice. "See you later?" You nod and giggle. "I'll text you when I'm all wrapped up on my end."

"Okay. Thank you again."

"No worries." He playfully sends you a wink before walking off and out of the office area. Noeul finally comes creeping up to your cubicle, squealing at a low tone.

"Stop, he's so into you."

"Don't start." You bite onto your bottom lip as you continue to keep your eyes glued onto the tiny laptop screen.

"Where is he taking you? Did he say anything?"

"Nope. I am completely in the dark."

"Those are the best kinda dates. He's gonna take good care of you."

"I just wanna get out of here." You whine as your place your head down on your desk for a few minutes.

"You will! And the wait will be worth it!" You look up at her and let out a small sigh, nodding your head.

"You're right. Let me tackle all of this so I can get outta here sooner than later."

"And hang out with your man, yes!" She leans against your desk. "By the way, what'd he say about your computer?"

"Oh, this thing is done with. I need a new one. I'm just waiting for Yunho to send me some recs."

"Been telling you that."

"Well, it kept me going for some time." You pat the top of the monitor screen. "It was nice while it lasted."

"I love this for you, you know that? Upgrading your computer, your love life. This era is cute." You chuckle and shake your head.

"Go. I gotta get back to work." You push her along, making her giggle at how obviously flustered you are over the topic.

yunho: some recs for the boss lady!

You see Yunho's Slack message come in, along with links from the IT catalog. 

yunho: this CPU should do you good, along with the 38". 😮‍💨

you: haha, thank you. 😊 i'll place my order right now!

yunho: can you send me your ticket number so i can keep an eye on it?

you: maybe....

yunho: ☹️☹️☹️☹️

you: you have too much other work to worry about!

yunho: including your ticket, yes!

you: you're unbelievable. 😂

yunho: you can always opt out for tonight (ouch) ..... 😖

you: never! lol. i'm excited actually. ☺️

yunho: i am, too. 

You smile to yourself during the brief pause in between messages, unsure how to respond to Yunho without sounding like you're doing too much or saying something crazy. But, the Slack notification goes off again—

yunho: okay, i actually gtg and help jihoon with something.

yunho: seriously send me your ticket number after you're done, pls!

Pause.

yunho: can't wait to spend time with you, y/n.

And all that overthinking goes straight out the window.

you: same. 😌

Seora had a long day at school— her day filled with a bunch of tests and pop quizzes, damn near dragging herself out of the classroom and into the gym afterward. She happily talks with her friends as they change into their practice gear, joking around and being the typical girls they are as they get out onto the floor with their water bottles. After equal wins and losses, the coach decides to continue running and improving plays to push the team forward to the playoffs and hopefully, a championship win. 

When practice wraps up, Seora grabs her things and finds her other favorite uncle talking to some of the parents outside of the gym; sweat still on her face, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. When his eyes finally land on hers, he gives Seora's hair a good ruffle before taking her bags from her.

"Ace!"

"Uncle Mangi!" She copies his tone and laughs.

"How was practice?"

"Tiring. I'm pooped. I can barely feel my legs today."

"Working hard, atta girl. On our way to the WNBA." He tosses her bags in the backseat before hopping in. "Hope you don't mind, I gotta stop at the grocery store really quickly for our dinner."

"Only if I can grab some snacks."

"Course you can. Don't spoil your appetite for dinner, though. I'm gonna make some galbijjim."

"Yum! One of my faves."

"Exactly." He laughs. "How was school today?"

"The usual. Nothing too special."

"Nothing too special? Nothing happened at all?"

"Nope. Too many tests and pop-quizzes. I did get an A on my math test, though."

"That's something." She nods as she looks out the window.

"So, my dad's got another team dinner?"

"Mhm." He hums.

"Impossible." 

"They've been working really hard on a lot of different things across the hospital lately. Helps relieve stress, I guess." One thing about Mingi is that he will never out Yunho the way Seonghwa unintentionally does. If Yunho's got a team dinner, Mingi will stick to the story down to the T. Maybe even throw in his own details and dramatics to make it more believable.

"He barely used to have team dinners."

"Well, maybe their goal was to have more!"

"Are you hiding something, Uncle Mangi? Cause Uncle Hwa accidentally spilled the beans last time and said dad was on a date."

"Why would your Uncle Hwa do that? Should I fight him?" Seora laughs and shakes her head. "He wasn't on a date."

"Uncle Mangi." He looks at her.

"Mhm?"

"Lying is bad."

"I'm not lying!" She continues to squint her eyes at him before finally giving up her case and settling back into the seat. 

"Fine. What about you then, Uncle Mangi? What's new? How was your trip to Japan?"

"Nothing much. But, it was good. Nice to be in different sceneries from time to time."

"Dad keeps saying we'll tag along one day, but we haven't yet. I wanna go soon."

"I'll let him know, don't worry."

"They must have soooo much cute stuff. Don't they?"

"Lots." Mingi pulls up to the grocery store, driving into a spot near the entrance. "You'd definitely love it there."

"Where else have you been, Uncle Mangi?" She follows alongside of her towering uncle while he grabs a cart and heads into the store.

"Everywhere and nowhere all at the same time." She laughs.

"Seriously."

"One place I'll always remember is Switzerland. It's beautiful there. Probably one of my top places I've been to."

"I'm sure. I've only seen it in books, but it looks really pretty."

"It is. Those textbook pics definitely don't do it enough justice." Mingi sorts through the meat packages while Seora quickly wanders off into an aisle to grab her favorite chips and cookies. She drops it into the cart, with Mingi barely noticing.

"I have a random question for you."

"Try me."

"Do you think it's better to lock yourself up in a grocery store like this during a zombie apocalypse or keep it moving?"

"Well." Mingi continues to slowly walk down the aisles, making sure he doesn't miss any ingredients on his mental grocery list needed for tonight's dinner. "I'd say keep it moving."

"Why? You'd have everything in here."

"That's if no one raids the store, which would be impossible at that time. Plus, it can only keep you safe for so long before zombies find their way in or another group comes around. You could quite literally die before you even have a chance to try and survive."

"You'd have to take a break at some point though, right?"

"You could, but always best to keep it moving, ace. Never leave a trail for people."

"Okay, touché."

"Cereal first or milk first?" Mingi suddenly asks as they go through the cereal section.

"Cereal."

"What? No. Did your dad teach you that?"

"What kind of planet are you living on? Isn't that how it normally is?" Mingi stops the cart and looks at her. 

"Warm or cold milk then?"

"For cereal?" Mingi nods. "Cold?!"

"You and your weird ass dad." Seora laughs loudly. "Did anybody want a child? Cause this one is not mine—" Seora pinches her uncle's bicep, causing him to yelp as they push through the remaining aisles.

"You soggy cereal lover." Seora points out.

"That's literally the best way to have it."

"Ew, you're like eating mushed up cardboard." Mingi sighs.

"You're very lucky I love you and that your dad is my bestfriend or else I would've blocked him."

"You're so dramatic." She throws more snacks into the cart just as they're about to head to the registers.

"Any more snacks or you're good?"

"I'm good! I'm excited for dinner." Mingi laughs.

"I am, too. Too bad I gotta cook it first."

"You're a great cook, Uncle Mangi. I always enjoy the food you make." She tugs on his sleeve.

"I do try my best." She helps her uncle load the groceries onto the belt, pulling the cart towards the end to help bag up their things and throw it back in. Mingi taps his card to the reader before helping Seora with the heavier bags. Once they've gathered all their things, Mingi pushes the cart over to the car, loading it up in his trunk while Seora plops into the front seat. "Ready to head home?"

"Yeah, dying to shake a shower." Mingi starts up the car and begins the journey home.

"Yeah, you need it." He teases, causing Seora to lightly punch him on the arm.

"You're mean!"

"Kidding!" He laughs. "So, what's on the agenda tonight? We eat, you do homework. Watch some shows? Talk a walk around the neighborhood?"

"Sure, whatever floats your boat. I kinda have a bit of homework so I dunno about that walk. Plus, I'm pretty sore already."

"Okay, we'll play it by ear then." On the way home, Seora continues to tell Mingi about the staycation her father took her on and the new dog café they visited. She talks to him about her friends and how one of her friends started having a crush on one of the boys in their class. Mingi playfully gasps before lecturing her about boys and how icky they can be [coming from an honest heart]. But Seora laughs it off and tells her uncle that she's not really worried about that stuff.

All Mingi can say in response is 'you better not be.'

When the two finally get home, Mingi immediately sets himself up in the kitchen to get dinner going, while Seora throws her backpack down in the living room and heads straight to the shower. She takes a good, long shower before throwing on her pajamas and brushing through her wet hair. She sits on the living room floor and gets going with her homework while waiting for her uncle to finish cooking dinner.

Meanwhile, Yunho makes his way over to the peds hospital— happily stepping into the elevator to make his way back up to your office. When he gets there, he realizes most people have already clocked out and left for the day, only leaving you and a select few heads working away in the cubicles.

"Hey. Ready?" You smile as you look up at Yunho, sending one last meeting invite for next week before closing down your apps and shutting off your laptop.

"Yeah! I thought you were gonna text me so I could meet you halfway."

"Um, no." Yunho laughs. "I would much rather come get you so we can walk to the car together." 

"That's sweet." You throw on your coat and slide the bag strap over your shoulder. "So, how was the rest of your day?"

"Good. Not too crazy, at least."

"Did the offers go out to the candidates you were planning on hiring?"

"Oh, yeah! They actually signed earlier this week and they'll be starting next week. They were able to get the background checks cleared out in time."

"Aw, that's awesome! You guys will finally get help." 

"Yeah. It'll be busy for awhile getting them onboarded and trained."

"Yunho's gonna go MIA."

"Yunho is not gonna go MIA." He laughs. 

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, of course." He chuckles. "I'll always make time."

"You say that now."

"And I'll say it tomorrow, and the next day, and so on." He pinches your cheeks. "Don't trip." You smile feeling his warm touch against your skin. "Well, I didn't think it'd be so cold this evening. Are you okay with your coat and all? Is it enough?"

"It is."

"Okay, well just let me know. We'll be inside for the most part, but I want you to be comfortable."

"Thank you." You continue to walk alongside of Yunho until you get to his car. You give him the ins and outs of your day besides the whole computer issue that he tried to rescue you from while he grabs your bags and gently sets it in the trunk of his BMW and pops the door open for you. When you slide in and get comfortable, you notice how spotless his car is and how it smells like a hint of his cologne, along with laundry detergent and the fresh car smell. There are a few colorful hair ties lining the bottom of one of the cupholders, along with a hoodie in the backseat and a basketball. Yunho laughs and apologizes for Seora's mess— he also hasn't gotten a chance to bring in her things simply because he doesn't think much of it.

It almost feels like Seora is with him one way or another and he finds comfort in that.

On the drive over to dinner, he asks a bit about what other days look like for you and if you anticipate other big projects to come your way. You talk about a new project that was already mentioned to you by your manager, which involves remodeling one of the levels to a study/meeting area. You also tell Yunho it isn't a high priority, but you've already started the conversation with some of the facilities coordinators that can help rope in the appropriate vendors for certain tasks.

He transitions by telling you a few of the little projects he's been working on with his team, along with figuring out how to upgrade systems and all that jazz. You find that Yunho and his team are constantly working to support so many different departments, and it amazes you how well Yunho is able to delegate and keep himself afloat. You ask if he's ever had to work late because of really urgent issues and he says he's only had to do it once or twice— most can typically wait until the morning.

"Okay." He says, pulling into a tight, narrow street to start looking for parking. "We're here."

"I have no idea where we're at."

"Oh." Yunho laughs. "That's good then. More of a surprise for you. But, please keep your expectations down cause I didn't do much."

"Stop. Don't say things like that. I'll love it either way." Yunho smiles as he turns another corner and finds a spot right away. He parks flawlessly next to the curb, shutting off his car before turning back to you. 

"Ready?" You nod quietly, watching as Yunho hops out and does a light jog over to open the door for you. You give him a smile and tug on your coat while Yunho locks his door and leads the way next to you, hand on the small of your back. The walk isn't too far, the restaurant being down on the opposite end of the street, across the block. To your surprise, Yunho brings you to one of the new conveyor belt sushi restaurants. He greets the host and he immediately takes you back to a little booth near the belt. It's snug enough to fit two people. 

"I'm excited." You look at Yunho and he laughs.

"Same, I could eat. You like sushi, right? Please tell me I didn't fuck up." He looks concerned for a moment.

"No, no. I love sushi. I actually haven't had it in so long." You rearrange your set up so you can eat comfortably, the waiter taking your order for drinks. You both ask for water, but before the waiter can walk off, Yunho suddenly asks for two glasses of hot sake. 

"Thank you." He says, giving the waiter a curt nod.

"Sake?"

"Our little celebration for getting through the week."

"Wow, okay. Touché. I can get behind that." You look at him. "My birthday's coming up. You should come out with Mingi and Seonghwa. We're heading out to the club." You pause before shaking your head. "Or, actually, I'm being forced to go to the club to celebrate."

"Forced, hm?" He laughs. "That sounds fun, though. Send me the details. We'll definitely try to celebrate with you."

"Might be fun. We can be a fun group of people."

"Yeah?" Yunho likes that, you're down for things and he can tell you go with the flow. He likes someone who can just have fun with him. Someone who can just be with him; it wouldn't matter where they go or where their relationship takes them.

"Mhm. And I can tell you guys are fun." You laugh. "Seora must love having you as her dad."

"I hope so." Yunho laughs along. "By the way, feel free to start digging in." He gestures towards the moving conveyor belt and you happily start exploring your options as they come— taking a fresh plate of salmon nigiri to start off. The waiter quickly comes back with two glasses of hot sake, making Yunho smirk at you. He sets his chopsticks down and slides your glass over, raising his while you take yours. "Cheers? For getting through the week."

"Cheers!" You say cheerfully, tapping your glass against his before taking some of the hot sake down your throat. It burns, but the heat brings more warmth to your body on this cold evening. "Speaking of Seora, where is she right now now?" You drink a bit more before taking another plate off the belt.

"Spending time with her Uncle Mingi."

"That's cute." Yunho grabs a few plates and sets them aside while he decides which one he'll tackle first.

"She had practice and I had him go pick her up. I think they were heading to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for dinner before heading home last time he texted me."

"What did you tell her?"

"Mm." He hums. "I hope you don't take it personally or anything, but I told her it was a team dinner."

"No, of course not."

"I just, yeah." He chuckles a bit. "It's just easier to go with that."

"I believe it." The both of you continue to eat away at the sushi, small, empty plates piling up on the side of the table. Small conversations continue about day-to-day life; you and your friends, what you've been doing for yourself lately. Suddenly, you dwell on the fact that you don't know much about Yunho besides his day-to-day life with Seora and work. You know about his friends, his coworkers. But, you don't know anything deeper about his personal life.

His parents.

You didn't wanna be nosy and pry, but you wondered why his parents weren't the ones watching Seora. 

Was it too much of you to ask?

Was this considered a real date if you two weren't trying to get to know each other? What were the boundaries?

"Yunho?"

"What's up?"

"Can I ask you something more personal?"

"Anything."

"I hope I'm not crossing boundaries here, but what about your parents? How come they don't watch Seora?"

"You're not crossing any boundaries." Yunho reassures you, but shakes his head before dipping into his next plate of sushi. "Uh, it's complicated. Things kinda just fell apart when Eunha passed." You slowly nod. "When my parents found out Eunha was pregnant, they didn't want us to continue with the pregnancy cause we were, what? 20 years old when we found out? Still in the midst of college. But, that's not what we wanted. They almost got to Eunha but we pushed through in the end and we had Seora. It was really hard for a long, long time, but Seora was worth every bit of it. My parents obviously didn't like the fact that we went against their wishes, so they kept their distance. It's been that way ever since, even when Eunha passed. I think it got worst, actually. Plus, I never had the best relationship with them from the get-go. They only see Seora once in a blue moon. They're the grandparents that just send the occasional bouts of money, birthday and holidays cards. Seora always wonders about them, but I can never give her an answer as to why her grandparents aren't around." 

"I'm sorry, Yunho."

"Don't be sorry." Yunho smiles a bit.

"W-what about Eunha's parents?" You wanna ask about Eunha too, but you know this isn't the time.

"Uh, they're the same. They—" He pauses. "They cut off ties when she passed because it was too hard for them."

"Oh. Yunho." You say sympathetically, feeling incredibly bad for having brought it up in the first place. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to be such a debbie downer during dinner."

"No, it's okay. I promise. I've.. gotten used to it at this point. It used to be hard for me, but I've accepted everything."

"Still doesn't mean it doesn't get hard for you."

"I've learned to manage." He gives you a tiny, toothless smile.

"I hope you know you're doing an amazing job balancing everything and for being a great father to Seora."

"Thanks." 

"I'm also glad you have Seonghwa and Mingi."

"Me too." He laughs. "They're a pain in my ass, but they're my bestfriends. I don't think I would have been able to get through a lot without them. And they're good to Seora."

"That's good, I'm glad." You eat a bit more before you feel yourself getting content and full.

"Full?"

"Damn near. I think I ate too fast." You chuckle. "I'm almost done with my sake."

"Bottoms up?" You nod, tapping your glass against his before the both of you take it to the neck. Yunho finishes up a few more plates before he sits back and gulps his water down, causing you to giggle to yourself. "Fuck, I'm full. Overdid it, for sure."

"Was worth every bit of it, though. Maybe we should walk it off?"

"Yeah. Let's head to the next stop. I think you'll like it. And we'll get our steps in." He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, calling the waiter over.

"Can I split with you?"

"Absolutely not." Yunho says, handing over his card directly to him.

"You're already driving me everywhere and taking me to another location after this. The least I can do is chip in."

"Nope. The least you can do is just enjoy yourself with me tonight." He smiles sweetly just as he grabs the receipt handed to him by the waiter, signing off and tucking his own copy swiftly into his pocket before looking at you. 

"Couldn't even let me see the receipt."

"Nope." He repeats and stands. "Ready to go, pretty girl?" You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you stand and nod, leading the way out of the restaurant with Yunho in tow. He answers your questions on the way to the car, giving you hints about the next location. It still leaves you stumped in the end, deciding to let Yunho continue taking matters into his own hands with you. He opens the door like the gentleman he is, slipping into the driver's seat as he rubs his hands together and immediately turns the heat on when he starts the car. "All good? Too hot?"

"Just perfect."

"Good." You sit back comfortably as Yunho sets off for the next destination for tonight. "So, how was the sushi? Be honest."

"It was so good!" He looks at you when he comes to a red light, almost as if he's trying to read you, really read you, and you giggle. "What?"

"Just making sure."

"That I'm not lying?"

"Maybe." You laugh even more.

"I would never. If I didn't enjoy it, I would've given an honest review."

"Mmkay, I believe you." He laughs. "I want you to have a good night with me."

"I am already." You look at him with a soft expression. "And I'm sure the next part to this will be just as fun. If not, more. I trust you."

"Do you?"

"I do." Yunho smiles, wanting to hold your hand so badly while he drives. But, he doesn't. He holds back. He feels like there could be a better opportunity.

One that'll feel right and set the mood for the remainder of the night.

For this entirely.

After a good 20 minutes of driving down south, Yunho exits off the freeway and takes an immediate right down towards a large-sized building with all modern exterior designs. He parks in the lot next to it, doing his gentleman deed of helping you out of the car and leading you towards the beautiful building.

It's one of the city's biggest museums, and the event they're hosting for a couple of weeks is called Spirit House. It focuses on Asian American and Asian diasporic artists that are showcasing art pertaining to horror, spirits, haunted houses, reincarnation, different dimensions and other themes along those lines. You continue to read the pamphlet before Yunho looks at you with a small smile on his face.

"Wanna walk around?" You nod.

"How'd you know I'd be into this stuff?"

"It sounded cool, so why not?"

"You're good, Jeong Yunho." You giggle and continue into the first part of the exhibit. The atmosphere is dark and dim, the artwork on the walls screaming afterlife. Death. Souls. Horror, fear. You're so intrigued that you find yourself slowly moving from work to work; trying to take in all the details of the images in front of you. You didn't even realize Yunho had been watching you from behind, snapping photos every chance he could before moving onto the next room to get a preview of what's to come.

"Hey." Yunho says from behind you. "Wanna show you something in the next room." 

"Okay." You look down at the hand he puts out, waiting for you to take it. You gently slide your hand in his, fingers intertwining before he guides you to the next exhibit and it feels incredibly natural. It's a room full of mini fixtures— almost like miniature set-ups of old fashioned homes and other buildings. He shows you one that has the artist's own adaptation of Junji Ito characters spread across levels of an old, haunted house.

"Oh my god, I love it." You peek down to get a closer look, hand still laced with Yunho's. "I love Junji Ito. And the work in the other room reminded me of Takato Yamamoto. It's amazing."

"Made for you." You chuckle, tugging him along as you both look at the next miniature setups alongside of it. Yunho doesn't even mind one bit. He's enjoying the exhibit, but he's enjoying it even more with you here— holding his hand every step of the way. You snap a few photos of the art before Yunho directs you to stand near one of the exhibits where the lighting falls on you perfectly. He takes a few more photos— more candid ones from behind you especially— just so you have photos to look back at when you wanna reminisce on your first date with him.

The next room of the exhibit is an interactive light show; the  room is completely dark, with different lights projecting things around the room. The background music is mysterious, creepy; fitting the vibe all together. You continue to walk with Yunho while snapping photos of your silhouettes in the mirrors. Yunho gets silly and makes a bunch of poses, making you laugh loudly in the process. At one point, you've found yourself standing near the corner of the room, watching all the lights come together to project a beautiful show onto the walls. Yunho comes next to you, admiring the same view— but you, mainly. You look up at him to tell him how amazing the event is, but he's already looking down at you with fondness and endearment sprinkled in his big brown orbs.

You almost.. wanna kiss him.

But, you shake off the thought quickly by dragging him to the next exhibits— loosely holding his hand throughout the rest of the event.

Too bad he would've kissed you back, had you known.

No, he needs to be a gentleman and he needs to do right by you, Yunho thinks. He can't just kiss you on the first date or else he runs the risk of you thinking he only wants you for one thing.

Like Ara; but, that situation is a little different.

"Yunho! That was so fun." You smile at him the way you do, and it melts his heart. "Thank you for taking me to this."

"Of course. I think it ends after the weekend, so perfect timing." You quickly scroll through some of the pictures you took. "I'll send you the pictures I have later."

"Okay." You look at the buskers on the opposite end of the street, along with a food cart nearby. "Yunho, let's go check it out really quickly!"

"I'm down." He nods, noticing it's only about to hit 10pm. Seora must be waiting for him, but he knows she'll sleep until he gets there and Mingi hasn't made a peep. He feels like he's in the clear.

He holds your hand tightly as you both cross the street safely, stopping near the food cart first while lightly bouncing to the live music nearby.

"Want a snack?" You nod and cling onto his arm.

"I could use one. Museum took up my energy." He laughs. Yunho buys some custard-filled bungeoppang for you two to snack on while observing the buskers. You bounce along next to him and he starts to dance in his own way, making you laugh at how cute he's being with you. You snap a few photos of him that you'll share later, not knowing Yunho had a bunch of your photos to share as well.

You and Yunho sing along to some familiar songs before the buskers end the first half of their performance for a tiny break.

"That was cool. They did really well!"

"They were so good!" You toss in some cash into the guitar case. "And I didn't know you could sing!"

"I— no." Yunho laughs.

"I wanna hear more of your singing." You pout as you tug on his arm on the way back to the car.

"Maybe."

"Yunho." You whine and he laughs.

"I promise you it's nothing that great."

"Very much the opposite of what I think, just so you know." He stands by the passenger door, allowing you to hop in but he doesn't close the door right away. He stands and looks at you and there's something in his eyes that you can't really read.

"I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did. A lot." He licks his lips, and you can tell he's having the same internal battle you had not too long ago in the light exhibit. But, he brushes it off by tapping the door frame before shutting your door gently and hopping into his seat. 

The drive home is as expected; with you and Yunho talking about your similar music tastes this time and Yunho being a bit more open about his vocals. You look at him as he sings a tune or two, explaining that his dad is the one with the vocals in the family. You tease that next time, you two should go to a karaoke bar to end the night and he smirks.

At least you're thinking about next time's just like he is, too.

When he pulls up to your apartment, you find yourself not wanting to part from him. You know he has to go home to Seora though, and it breaks your heart knowing she's been waiting for her dad to come home. You step out of the car and tug on your coat, the night colder than it was a few hours ago.

"Welp, this is me." You both look at the apartment building, with Yunho tucking his hands into his pockets.

"Let me walk you up."

"No, it's okay. I promise it's right there." You point at your apartment before chuckling and turning to him completely. "Goodnight, Yunho. Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun."

"You're welcome, Y/N." He watches as you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek. He blushes, and he loves the initiation, but he freezes. Completely. 

"I'll see you next week, hm? Get home safely." You smile toothlessly at him before turning on your heel to walk up to your unit. Just as you're about to make it up the steps, Yunho is chasing after you with long strides, causing you to turn and raise a brow. "Did I leave something?"

"Mm, maybe." He says with a tiny smirk on his face. Suddenly, his large, warm hands come up to cup your cheeks— lips capturing yours in a sweet goodnight kiss. "Goodnight." You smile up at him as his thumb caresses the surface of your right cheek.

"Night." He steps back, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling too big. He lingers around until he sees you successfully slip into your unit and hears the door shut close.

What he doesn't see is the way you squeal and dig your face into your hands, incredibly giddy and happy from the turn of events.

You really liked Yunho.

And he does, too.

So much that the smile doesn't even fade when he pulls up to the house, Mingi's car leaving enough room for him to park in his usual spot. Yunho can see the faint flickering of the TV lights through the kitchen window, and he knows Seora is probably on the couch waiting for his arrival.

When he steps through the door, Mingi is placing some food into the fridge before returning his attention to the remaining dishes in the sink. He quietly greets his bestfriend before nodding towards the couch— signaling that Seora had fallen asleep while waiting.

"Has it been long?" Yunho asks lowly.

"A bit, yeah. She said practice was exhausting today." Yunho chuckles before crouching down in front of the couch and brushing her hair back.

"Ace." Her eyes slowly flicker open.

"Oh, finally. You're back." He laughs.

"Let's get to bed, hm?" She sleepily nods, sitting up before walking to her bedroom. "Say bye to uncle Mingi."

"Love you, ace!" Mingi calls out as he watches her sleepily walk across the living room.

"Love you too. Goodnight." She mutters and lazily waves before dragging herself into her room and shutting the door. It isn't long before Yunho sees her shut off the lights, causing him to turn the volume down on the TV before helping Mingi clean up.

"So, how was it?" Yunho smiles.

"Good." He avoids eye contact as he blushes, setting the dry dishes into the cabinet.

"Good?"

"Yeah."

"Meaning?" Mingi rests against the corner before smirking at him. " I have time."

"I really, really like her."

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[bitchface24-7]

hi! i’m currently really sick and i just need something to read… gn/m reader x viktor or both jayce qnd viktor sick comfort? thank so much and have a great day <3

MY POOR DARLING - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: you’re sick, unfortunately. A basic cold, but you feel miserable. Your nose is clogged, your head hurts, you’ve got a nasty cough. Good thing you’ve got your boyfriend to take care of you.

warnings: common cold, being cared for, fluff, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. It sucks that you're sick, my mum is currently sick too. Hopefully it’s not too bad and you get better ASAP!!

Being sick is horrendous. You knew you were in trouble when you woke up and your nose was clogged, you couldn’t stop coughing, and you had a pounding headache. You were sick.

You just groan in frustration and plop back down into your bed, wanting to sleep the sick away.

Your plans get interrupted by your loving boyfriend walking in and seeing your pitiful state, he smiles lightly, “You sick?”

The grumbled and whiny no that escapes you actually convicts you. You’ve just confirmed his suspicions.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

With that, he leaves you alone for a few minutes. You’ve almost drifted back to sleep when Viktor returns with a sweetened tea and some medication.

You shuffle slowly to sit up and sluggishly take the pills, popping them into your mouth and taking a mouthful of the perfectly warm tea; gulping down the two pills with ease. A small smile graces your face, “Thank you.”

A small huff of amusement escapes Viktor as he looks down at you, he lightly cards his hands through the hair at the base of your scalp, “No problem, darling. Now I’m going to effectively quarantine myself and try my best to care for you.”

A startled laugh escapes you before coughing over takes you, “Aren’t you sweet?” You sleepily bring the mug of tea up to your lips and drink slowly, trying to stop the coughing fit.

Viktor casually takes a book from the shelf and sits down at a comfy chair in the corner of the room, your own personal library. He opens the book and starts to read aloud. His smooth melodic voice filling the room.

You can’t help but smile as Viktor reads to you. You’ve always loved Viktor reading to you, it makes the books even more interesting. So having this sweet treat as you’re sick makes it that much better.

Eventually you fall back asleep, the medication, tea, and Viktor’s voice lulling you to sleep.

When you do wake up, hours later, it’s to the smell of chicken, spices, all around a delicious scent. It’s even better when it’s brought to you on a serving tray.

“I hope you’re willing to eat, or I just made my homemade chicken noodle soup for nothing.” Viktor jokes, his tone light and eyes sparkly. You giggle at him, “I’m starving. Luckily I'm not nauseous, so I'm going to devour it. Put it down pretty boy, stop teasing me.”

Your pretty boy quirks an eyebrow at you and does as you command, a chuckle escaping his plush lips.

He takes his seat back and re-opens the book, continuing to read to you as you eat your soup.

Being sick sucks, but Viktor makes it manageable.

Tis’ the season! I hope everyone is okay and if you're not, I hope everything gets better soon! My mums sick so I’m trying my best to stay away, or vigorously wash my hands after I hang out with her LMAO

[quxyivs]

hey bbg GIVE ME THE MOST DISGUSTING railway inspired chan fic LIKE I NEEDD ITTTT

Possessive

Parings - Dom Vampire!Chan x Sub! Fem Reader / Genre - Smut (Mdni!)

Cw - Lots of blood, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up ppl), biting, Chan refers to reader as his pet, porn with very little plot, reader is tied down, Chan feeds the reader his blood (cause gotta have the railway ref.) Reader is called slut, Chan is called sir, BIG DICK CHAN🗣️🗣️ no spell check🙏🏾🙏🏾

_ ꒰꒰ ᠀୧ __ Synopsis ‿‿ Bangchan hates how much you’re around Changbin, always fawning over him too. So he decides to teach you a lesson on who you belong too

╬ Authors Note 𓈒 ་། 𓇻 This took me so long mostly because I had NO idea how I wanted to approach this

You were always known for your friendly nature. You would always go and hang out with your friends almost like every other day. At first Chans didn’t mind the fact that you spent a lot of time with your friends. You’re a human and you deserve the chance to be free! However.. it became a problem when you started hanging out with his other vampire mates. Especially Changbin. You were always ogling at his arms. Always complimenting his body.. it was starting to piss him off.

Today was no different. Changbin was over and you were fawning over his arms. Every flex, every noise. All of it was making Chan’s blood boil. The final straw is when you and Changbins hand nearly touched. He instantly snapped and told Changbin he had to leave. After practically throwing Changbin at the house Chan marched towards you.

“In the bedroom. Right fucking now.” He said his voice deep and leaving no room for argument. As you got into the bedroom he slammed the door and locked and tossed you onto the bed. “You wanna be a fucking slut? I’ll show you what happens to sluts.”

Chan rips off your clothing almost in a single tear. “I-i wasn’t being a slut sir-!! I was-“ “Shut your mouth. Not another fucking word yeah? I’m gonna make sure that you’re not friendly with another fucking vampire.” He leaned towards your neck as he took a huge bite, his fangs seeping deep into your skin and drawing blood. He licks the blood and chuckles lowly before sitting up and biting his own arm drawing blood.

“Open wide.” He grabs you by the mouth forcing your mouth open as he lets his blood drip into your mouth. “There we go.. now you won’t ever need another vampire.. you’ll be mine..” He said into your ear. He then grabbed a rope from the dresser and tied your arms up to the headboard as his hands traveled down your body leaving hickeys and bite marks.

He eventually got you wet dripping folds but instead of eating you out he sat up and undid his pants, his cock springing free. “S-sir… that’s not going to fit it’s too big-…!!” You whimpered out. You knew it would fit, it always did, but the sheer size of it just always made you shake and whimper. “Oh baby trust me… it’ll fit..”

He spread your legs apart as he rubbed his cock between your folds as he slipped in. “S-so big!! Sir!!” Your toes curled as he pushed in slowly, your walls tightened around his tip causing him to groan. “God this pussy is so fucking tight and wet for me..” He then slid all the way in making you and him moan out in pleasure. He gave you but a few seconds to adjust before pounding the living hell out of you.

“W-Wait-!! Fuck!!” Your legs were shaking already as he went faster. “Hold on tight baby..” He leaned down his face right above yours as your legs wrapped around his hips as he pistons into you. “Yeah… that’s it.. tell me who you belong to. Tell me.” “Yours!! All yours!!” You cried out as you grip at his shirt and hair. He chuckled as he leaned into your ear going faster. “Yeah that’s right. You’re my little pet.. all mine.” He bit down on your neck again as his sound of skin slapping increased.

“Close-!! Close!! Im gonna cum!!” You moaned out your eyes rolling back and your grip on his hair tightening. “Fuck fuck!! Cum on my cock! Cum right fucking now!!” He groaned loudly as he sped up causing the two of you to release together. He aggressively rode out his orgasm until your cunt was full of his cum. After the two of you panted for a while he sat up and pulled out, his cum flowing out your slickly cunt. Chan looked at you in the eyes seeing the effect his blood was starting to have on you. “You’re mine now..” He said darkly as he squeezed more blood from his arm and watched you go crazy trying to drink it.

╬ Authors Note 𓈒 ་། 𓇻 this is kinda short BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOYED🫶🏾 I got another angst fic coming up and some new ateez fics🫶🏾

[creamapi]

𝖞𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖟𝖆

Pairing: Yakuza Ace x Reader

Y/n shouldn't have insisted on bringing her drunken regular back home, or maybe she should've.

Trigger warning: consent wasn't mentioned, dumb fuckin

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

“Hey, are you sure you're alright?” you asked, leaning down as you brushed the man's black hair away from his face. His skin was cool to the touch, clammy from what seemed like hours of sitting in the booth, lost in whatever thoughts had been keeping him anchored there. Ace only grumbled something under his breath, too low for you to make out, before slowly pushing himself up from the booth, his body swaying slightly.

“Are ya’ closin’ up for the night, d’rling?” Ace slurred, his words thick with alcohol and exhaustion. His usual sharp features were softened under the dim diner lights, his bloodshot eyes barely staying open as he tried to focus on you. The man had been one of your regulars for the past week, always sitting in the same booth, always coming in just before closing. While it was strange for someone like him — with his tailored suits and the faint smell of expensive cologne clinging to him — to hang out in a place like this, you didn’t mind. The diner was old, its paint peeling and the neon sign outside flickering like it was about to give up any day now. Most of the clientele were rough around the edges, men who stumbled in drunk and greasy, coming back for the cheap food made out of who knows what.

But Ace was different.

Despite his disheveled appearance tonight, he was always polite. A gentleman, even. He never stared too long, never tried to get too familiar like the other patrons who sometimes forgot where the line was. Even in the diner’s crummy waitress uniform — a faded blue dress with a stained apron — you never felt uncomfortable around him. The others would have made some crude comment by now, especially on a slow night like this. But not Ace.

“You sure you can get home okay?” You asked again, glancing at the clock. The diner was about to close, the last of the other patrons already gone, leaving only you and Ace. The silence felt heavier now, only the low hum of the fridge and the distant buzz of the sign outside filling the space. You weren’t sure if you should offer to call him a cab or just let him stumble off on his own. Something in his expression told you he wasn’t used to being in this state.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved his hand dismissively, though his movements were sluggish. “I’ll be fine.”

But you weren’t so sure.

You watched Ace as he tried to wave off your concern, but his hand was trembling, his face pale under the flickering lights. He was in no shape to be on his own tonight, and something about letting him stumble off into the dark streets felt wrong.

“You’re not fine, Ace,” you insisted, your voice soft but firm as you stood up straight, wiping your hands on your apron. “Come on, let me bring you home.”

Ace blinked at you, his bloodshot eyes struggling to focus. He chuckled, the sound rough and humorless. “Nah, can’t do that, d’rling,” he muttered, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Wouldn’t be… safe.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. Safe? What did that even mean? Before you could ask, Ace pushed himself up too quickly, stumbling. He barely managed to catch himself on the edge of the table, his legs wobbling. You reached out instinctively to steady him, but before you could make contact, he lurched forward, and with no time to react, he vomited.

It hit both of you, splattering onto his expensive clothes and ruining your uniform. You froze for a moment, grimacing as the sour smell filled the air. Ace, on the other hand, groaned lowly before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed against you, his dead weight almost knocking you over.

“Well shit,” you muttered, struggling to hold him upright. His body went limp, his head resting against your shoulder, completely passed out. His heavy breathing was the only sign he was still conscious enough to be alive.

“Great,” you sighed, looking down at the mess. But you couldn’t leave him here, not in this state.

With a grunt, you shifted his weight, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. You cursed under your breath. He was heavier than he looked, solid muscle hidden beneath his expensive suit, which now reeked of vomit.

“Looks like I’m bringing you home after all,” you muttered, half to yourself as you began the slow process of dragging him out of the booth. The diner was only a few blocks from your apartment, and at this hour, the streets were mostly empty. You doubted anyone would notice you lugging a passed-out man down the street, and if they did, they wouldn’t ask questions.

It took longer than you would have liked, but eventually, you managed to get Ace out of the diner and into the cool night air. The neon sign buzzed above you as you glanced up and down the empty street, making sure no one was around. With a deep breath, you started the walk toward your apartment.

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By the time you reached your building, your back was aching, and your clothes smelled even worse. Ace was still out cold, slumped against you with no sign of waking up. You fumbled with your keys, managing to unlock the door, and half-dragged him inside.

Your apartment was small but tidy, a far cry from the mess both of you had become. You led him to the couch, gently easing him down so he wouldn’t fall. For a moment, you stood there, catching your breath and wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.

Ace’s suit was ruined, his shirt stained and wrinkled. You stared for a moment longer before sighing. This was not how you imagined your night ending.

With a resigned shrug, you grabbed a towel and some water, then set to work cleaning up the both of you, starting with him. As you wiped his face and tried to salvage what you could of his clothes, you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

“I can't let you sleep in this. And you'll stain my couch,” you murmured as you gently unbuttoned his shirt. The fabric was damp from sweat and spilled alcohol, and you were careful not to disturb him too much. But as you pulled the shirt open, your breath caught in your throat, and your fingers froze mid-motion. Your frown deepened, heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on the elaborate tattoos etched into his skin.

You had seen these kinds of markings before—the intricate, swirling designs that stretched across his chest and down his arms, framing his lean, muscled body. A Yakuza member. No, not just any Yakuza member. These were the markings of someone high up, someone dangerous. Your gaze followed the ink, a mixture of mythological beasts, waves, and flames, each curve and line telling a story of power, violence, and loyalty to a world you were never meant to be a part of. The sight of it brought a chill that crawled up your spine and settled deep into your bones.

The tattoos peeked out from beneath his open shirt, winding down his torso and wrapping around his biceps like chains. The thought of what it meant—what he had done to earn those markings—sent your mind racing. You quickly grabbed a towel, your hands trembling as you dabbed at the vomit on his skin, your eyes refusing to linger on the ink any longer than necessary. Each second felt like an eternity as you fought back the growing unease swirling in your gut.

Your decision to button his shirt back up was quick, your fingers fumbling slightly as you tried to erase what you’d seen—pretend it was never there. But before you could finish, a strong hand clamped around your wrist, startling you. You looked up sharply, only to meet Ace's half-lidded gaze, his grip firm but not painful.

"You shouldn't have to, really," he slurred, his voice heavy with sleep and intoxication, yet there was a flicker of awareness in his dark eyes. He lifted your hand to his lips, brushing them softly against your knuckles. "But sweet ol' Y/n... can't just leave her grown-ass regular out in the cold, huh?"

Your breath hitched. His words, though laced with drunken humor, felt heavier now. Did he know you had seen them? The tattoos, the truth beneath his charming, reckless exterior? A part of you wanted to pull away, to retreat, but something in his eyes stopped you. They weren’t the eyes of a dangerous Yakuza right now. They were tired. Guarded.

But still, the weight of what you had uncovered tonight lingered between you like a shadow you couldn’t shake, suffocating the air around you. Your heart pounded, each beat reverberating in your chest as you struggled to process what you had seen and what it meant. Ace’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, but it was his gaze—sharp despite his drunkenness—that held you captive, making it impossible to look away.

"I—I won't tell anyone, Ace. I promise," you stammered, your voice shaky. The words felt fragile as they left your lips, like glass on the verge of shattering. Your breath hitched, caught somewhere in your throat, and you could feel the weight of the room pressing down on you, thick with tension.

Ace's smile was slow, deliberate, and chillingly calm. “Really?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes glinted with something darker, something you hadn’t noticed before—control. "The consequences of knowing the face of a higher-up Yakuza are very, very heavy." The words dripped from his mouth like honey, sweet but laced with venom. He leaned in closer, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin, making your pulse quicken. "What can you give to make sure that promise would be a promise? A concrete, tangible symbol?"

Your mind raced, but the moment felt too heavy for you to think clearly. The space between you and Ace seemed to collapse as his presence filled every inch of the room. His dark eyes bored into yours, seeking something more than just your words. A concrete, tangible symbol. What did he mean? Your stomach twisted in knots, but the answer slipped from your lips before you could even think.

"Anything." The word hung in the air, sharp and immediate, like the crack of a whip. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—just the raw, desperate need to make sure this secret stayed buried. His smile widened, not with kindness, but with the satisfaction of someone who knew they had the upper hand.

"Anything," he echoed softly, almost as if tasting the weight of your agreement. His fingers brushed against your jaw, his touch unnervingly tender for the threat that lingered beneath it. "You should be careful with that word, Y/n. In my world, 'anything' can mean a lot of things. Things you might not be ready to give."

Your heart pounded harder, blood rushing in your ears as you held his gaze, unsure of what you had just agreed to.

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“Ace.” You whined as you felt his tongue graze on your clit. The bathroom was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the steam that rose from the shower. The cool tiles beneath your feet were slick with water, and the air was thick with the scent of soap and your arousal. Ace's head was nestled between your thighs, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead. The sound of water cascading down from the showerhead mixed with the wet slurping noises he made as he continued to tease your clit.

You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, as he increased the intensity of his licks. His fingers, strong and calloused, dug into your flesh, urging your legs further apart. The sensation of his teeth lightly grazing your sensitive nub made you jerk and a whimper escaped your lips, mingling with the sound of the shower.

Ace's hands, still wet from the shower, moved up your inner thighs, the water trails leaving goosebumps in their wake. He cupped your breasts, his thumbs finding your erect nipples, and he rolled them between his fingers.

The sensation of his teeth lightly grazing your sensitive nub made you jerk and a whimper escaped your lips, mingling with the sound of the shower.

Ace's hands, still wet from the shower, moved up your inner thighs, the water trails leaving goosebumps in their wake. He cupped your breasts, his thumbs finding your erect nipples, and he rolled them between his fingers. The contrast between the cold water and the warmth of Ace's hands sent shivers down your spine.

Your back arched involuntarily as he continued to tease your clit with his tongue, the pressure building inside you. Ace's breath against your skin was hot and moist, the contrast with the cool tiles beneath you only serving to heighten your arousal. As his fingers continued to play with your nipples, you could feel the wetness between your legs growing. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you could feel your body tensing. Ace's tongue, skilled and relentless, continued to dance around your clit, each flick and lick bringing you closer to the edge.

You could feel the muscles in your stomach tighten, and your breaths came in short, sharp gasps. The cold water continued to fall, oblivious to the intensity of the scene playing out beneath its cascade. Ace's grip on your thighs tightened, and he moved his head closer, burying his face between your legs.

The combination of his tongue, teeth, and fingers working in perfect harmony left you breathless, your body trembling with the force of the impending climax. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you cried out, your voice echoing faintly in the steam-filled room.

"Did my d’rling cum?" he whispered, his voice a low, sultry rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You felt your cheeks flush with heat, trying to look away, but he wouldn't have it. He gripped your face firmly, pulling it towards him for a searing, possessive kiss.

"It's not fair," he teased, the playful note in his voice. He lifted you effortlessly from your feet, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You clung to him, still feeling the lingering aftershocks of your climax.

Ace turned off the shower, the sudden absence of the water's roar leaving the bathroom quiet. He carried you out of the bathroom, your skin slick and cold against his, and made his way to your bedroom. The journey felt like an eternity, the anticipation of what was to come building with each step.

Once in your bedroom, he laid you gently on the bed, your skin leaving wet trails on the sheets. The hunger in his gaze was evident, as he hovered over you. His lips found yours once more, the kiss fervent and hungry, as if he needed your taste to survive. His hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples, and tracing the outline of your hips. The sensation of his calloused fingers on your wet skin sent shivers down your spine.

You arched into him, your body begging for more. Ace, in response, placed your legs around his hips, pressing you into a mating press. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his erection nudging at your slick folds.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of sex and desire filling the room. Your heart raced, the anticipation of being filled by him making your breath hitch. Ace's eyes locked with yours, the intensity of the gaze making your core clench in need.

With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed inside you, inch by torturous inch. The sensation of being filled was overwhelming, the pressure building with each thrust. A low, guttural moan escaped your lips, and your back arched, encouraging him to take you deeper.

“Fuck,” he murmured, the word a breathy exhale as he continued to push in. The lust in his eyes was undeniable, the desire to claim you overwhelming. Ace wanted to take you roughly, to chase his own high, but the need to hear your whimpers and moans was stronger.

He paused, his hips nestled against yours, his eyes never leaving yours. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breathing, the heavy thudding of your hearts, and the wet, intimate slap of skin against skin.

Ace began to move, slowly at first, drawing out your pleasure. Each thrust was deliberate, a dance of control and desire. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he set a rhythm that left you breathless.

His hips moved in a steady, unyielding rhythm, and the pace gradually increased. You moaned his name, the sound guttural and filled with need. Your hands found their way to his head, hugging him, gripping him tightly as if to anchor yourself to the world.

The way he pressed into you, the relentless, unyielding pace, was intoxicating. It left you breathless, your mind fogging as your body responded to his every thrust. The words "slow down" formed on your lips, but they emerged as a garbled mess. Speaking seemed a distant, unattainable luxury as your body focused solely on the sensations coursing through you.

Ace's eyes locked with yours, the intensity in his gaze making it impossible to look away. The sight of him, the feeling of him, was overwhelming. Your body arched, a silent plea for more, for him to not stop, to take you to the edge.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans, the slap of skin against skin, and the rhythmic creak of the bed .

As the intensity of the moment grew, so did the pleasure building within you. Your body tightened, the muscles in your stomach clenching in anticipation. Your breaths came in ragged, shallow gasps, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Ace continued to thrust into you, his pace unrelenting, his eyes locked onto yours. The room was filled with the raw, primal sounds of sex. The bed creaked beneath the force of your fucking, the rhythmic sound to the intensity of the moment.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, leaving faint red marks. The sensation of his body against yours, the way he filled you completely, was all-consuming. Your mind was a haze of lust and desire, the world outside your bedroom fading into insignificance.

The pleasure coiled tighter, the edge of release within your grasp. Your body trembled, and you could feel the telltale signs of your impending climax. Your breath hitched, and you cried out, your voice a high-pitched, desperate plea.

Ace's thrusts grew more intense, his body tensing as he felt your body preparing for its release. The sight of you, so vulnerable and needy, was almost his undoing. His pace faltered for a moment, and then he began to thrust with a newfound urgency, as if to push you both over the edge.

The room was filled with the sound of your moans, the wet, intimate slap of skin against skin, and the creaking of the bed. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, and the atmosphere was electric with the raw, unbridled passion between the two of you.

Your body convulsed, the release you'd been waiting for washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. You cried out, your voice high and breathless, as the pleasure coursed through you. Your inner muscles clenched around Ace, milking him as you rode out the climax.

Ace's eyes rolled back in his head, his body rigid with the force of your orgasm. The sight of you, your body writhing beneath him, was his undoing. With a guttural groan, he thrust deep inside you one last time, filling you with his cum.

Your body quivered as he continued to pulse within you, the aftershocks of your climax merging with the rhythmic contractions of his release. The two of you lay entwined, your breaths heavy and labored, as the last remnants of your passion ebbed away.

Ace collapsed onto your chest, his forehead resting against your chest, his body still trembling from the intensity of the moment. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your heartbeats, the slowing of your breaths, and the occasional twitch from your spent bodies. In a haze of post-coital exhaustion, Ace pulled both of you up, too tired to even know what he was about to do. You clung to him, your body still buzzing with the afterglow of your shared pleasure. He positioned both of you so that you lay on top of him, his now softening cock nestled deep inside you. The sensation sent a soft whine escaping your lips, your bodies were still attuned to one another.

“Let's just talk about this tomorrow d’rling,” Ace murmured, his voice heavy with contentment and exhaustion. He patted your still damp hair, the gesture tender and affectionate. “For now, just sleep.”

You snuggled closer to him, the warmth of his body and the feeling of being cradled in his arms lulling you into a peaceful slumber. The room around you faded into the background, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your heartbeats as you both drifted off to sleep

[i-dared-myself]

Not so Subtle

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hii^^ i love reading your works they are just so good♡ and i was wondering, completely up to you if you want to do it, if you could maybe do a skz ninth member reader one where reader is "secretly"  dating felix:))

The hardest part of dating was keeping it a secret. Obviously. As an idol, it was very difficult to have relationships, and anything was done to prevent dating scandals.

Dating a member from your group was even more so hush-hush. It just wasn’t done. 

Which was why you had to keep your relationship with Felix a secret. You both understood what had to be done, and all measures were taken to prevent anyone from discovering your relationship.

Date nights were rushed and hidden. It was less of a date night and more of a let’s hide in your room and hold hands night.

That was as far as you had gotten with him. Holding hands. You hadn’t yet kissed, too scared of someone walking in.

You have been dating Felix for three weeks and haven’t kissed him yet. And it’s not like you can go to anyone for dating advice, because who would you go to? What would even you ask them?

So you sit there on a Saturday night, afraid of asking your own boyfriend to hang out. You know he was sitting in his room alone, based on the picture he had just sent you. 

It was him in his hoodie, making a heart at the camera. You take a photo, mimicking his pose and sending it.

Then you wander down the hallway, knocking on his door. 

He opens it, eyes widening. “Uh- Hey. Seungmin’s out with Jisung. Do you need something?”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “I mean… It would be nice to hang out.”

Felix’s expression shifts to one of understanding, and he opens the door wider for you. You hurry inside and he shuts it quickly behind you.

You grin and hop onto his bed. “What were you doing?”

“Watching a show,” he responds, sitting next to you on the bed. His hands twitch, but he folds them into his lap. “Do you… want to watch it with me?”

You nod eagerly. “Yeah.”

He returns your excitement as he brings his phone out, bringing up the show he had been in the midst of. He explains it to you and you barely listen, more so focused on the joy in his eyes as he describes it.

Felix presses play and leans against the headboard to watch it. You stare at it for a minute before reaching out, entwining your hands together. In your peripheral vision you catch a smile grow on his face.

“Who’s that?” you whisper as a man shows up on screen. 

“That’s the love interest,” Felix softly replies, even though there’s no one else in the room. 

You watch it for another couple of seconds. “He’s not as pretty as you.”

His face flushes before his hand squeezes yours. “You’re prettier.”

You look up at him, mouth going dry. His gaze is hooded, lashes fluttering. 

“Yeah?” You shift closer to him, taking on his freckles. There’s so prominent when you’re this near him.

“So pretty,” Felix murmurs. His head dips down, lips slanting over yours.

It’s everything you’ve dreamed of. Sweet and soft, and just so Felix that it makes your chest hurt. You return it and loop your arms around his neck.

The door bangs open and you fly away from him with a squeak. Felix’s face goes red and he grabs a pillow, smothering you with it for some reason.

“What are you doing?” Jisung stands in the doorway, Seungmin hovering just behind him. Both of their expressions are a mix of surprise and… something else.

“Just… watching a show.” Felix smiles at them, although it comes off as forced.

You let out a muffled scream. He’s still attempting to kill you with the pillow and spots are dancing in your vision.

“Felix!” Seungmin snaps. “She can’t breathe!”

Felix gasps and flings the pillow away. It happens to hit Jisung directly in the face and he dramatically collapses.

“Are you okay?” Felix desperately asks, shaking you by the shoulders.

You force a smile. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good.” Felix lays you down on the bed, stroking your face affectionately. “I- I would hate to hurt you.”

You melt into his touch, leaning into his hand. “You would never.”

Seungmin coughs, breaking the tension. “Uh, Jisung! I hope you’re not hurt!”

You and Felix both jump away from each other, realizing you’re not alone. 

Jisung blinks at Seungmin before his mouth forms an ‘O’ of understanding. You don’t know what passes between them, but Jisung is suddenly groaning.

“Seungmin!” Jisung grabs the other man’s shirt and yanks him close. His fists crinkle the fabric and Seungmin’s face screws up in horror. “I- I’m so glad you were here to save me!”

Seungmin glances at you and Felix, his jaw setting before he reaches down to Jisung’s cheek, cupping it delicately. “I… I’m glad you aren’t hurt.”

Jisung sniffles. “Oh, Seungmin! What would I do without you?”

Seungmin’s lips peel back in disgust before he smoothes his expression out. He looks down at Jisung blandly. “Let’s go and… be alone.”

Felix frowns. “What are you two doing?”

Jisung glances over. “Seungmin’s going to… check me for bruises. You two stay here. We’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

You panic. “Why would we be worried about someone bothering us? There’s nothing happening!”

“Right!” Seungmin hoists Jisung to his feet, forcing him down the hall. “And we’re leaving now!”

Felix shuts his bedroom door and presses his back to it with a relieved sigh. “They didn’t catch on.”

You return to the bed. “Do you think Jisung’s hurt?”

“He’s fine,” Felix assures you. “They were acting weird, though.”

You lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him to the bed. “Yeah, they were. I wonder what that was about.”

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It’s move night. Everyone is gathering in the living room around the television, and popcorn has been made.

The group chat had even voted on a film earlier, so there was no need for an hour of arguing. The evening will go by pleasantly with no troubles or bumps in the road.

You stand uncertainty. You’re not sure where you should sit. There’s an available space next to Felix on the couch… but would that be too obvious?

“Sit down!” Changbin exclaims. He waves his hands at you. “You’re in the way! I can’t see the tv!”

You scoot to the side, moving to settle in the spot near Jeongin on the floor.

Then you stumble over something, sending you tumbling straight into Felix’s lap. His face lights up a bright red and you scramble to get away, but you get tangled up in the blanket.

“Oops,” Minho drawls, dragging his leg back from where it had tripped you. “Well I guess you’re sitting there now.”

You calm your racing heart and try and slip off his lap, but Hyunjin swoops in.

Hyunjin stretches out on the rest of the couch. When you gawk at him, he lifts his gaze to your face, raising a single eyebrow.

“What?” Hyunjin demands. “I pulled my ankle at training today and need the extra space.”

“Just sit down so we can start the movie!” Jeongin groans. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day!”

You recline, allowing his chest to rest against your back. Your entire body is tense with the anticipation of Chanbin leaping up and announcing that the two of you must be dating if you’re this close.

Chan walks over, adjusting the blanket you’re tucked under. He smiles softly at you and Felix before nodding to Jeongin. “Start the movie.”

Jeongin lets out a little cry of excitement as he presses play.

Felix’s hand works its way to your thigh, resting there. He doesn’t move it, keeping it there as a comforting gesture more than anything.

You take his other hand and position it on your leg. You catch a flicker of a smile grow on his face before he squashes it down.

Jisung sighs and turns around, reaching for the blanket. “I’m cold.”

It whooshes away, exposing Felix’s hands. You feel lightheaded as everyone’s eyes narrow in on them.

“I- W-We can explain!” you stammer as Felix yanks away. “I- We-“

Minho gasps and rolls away from Chan. “Stop touching me! I know your hands are cold in this freezing house, but keep them to yourself!”

Hyunjin clears his throat. “You may hold my hands to keep yours warm. It’s what a friend would do.”

“Thank you, Minho.” Chan reluctantly takes Minho’s hand in his. 

“That’s what we were doing!” Felix yells. He winces before bringing his voice down a level. “I mean, my hands were cold so I was warming them.”

“Ah.” Seungmin nods. “That makes total sense.”

Jeongin sighs. “Can I unpause it yet?”

“Go ahead.” Jisung sheepishly returns the blanket to you and Felix. You fold it over your bodies and snuggle back into your boyfriend.

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“Okay!” Chan shouts, racing into the kitchen. Everyone else is there, cooking, chatting, or just hanging out. “Who the hell bought a bunch of condoms? Someone forgot to put them away and they ended up in the background for a photo that was posted!”

Everyone stares at him blankly. He stares, gaze intense. His phone is still clutched tightly in his hand and his eyebrows are knitted together.

You feel a drop of sweat roll down your neck.

“Well?” Chan prompts.

Jeongin steps forward, gaze cast downwards shamefully. “I- It was me. I’m sorry.”

“You?” Chan says in surprise. “Really?”

You and Felix exchange confused looks. 

Hyunjin also takes a step to the front. “And me. They’re mine too.”

Seungmin crosses his arms. “Oh, I want to hear this story.”

Hyunjin shoots him a filthy expression. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“I disagree,” Changbin interjects. “I think it’s really needed.”

“I uh-“ Jeongin swallows. “I asked him for help on how to open them.”

Chan pinches the bridge of his nose. “You did what?”

“I was always using scissors and would cut a hole in them.” Jeongin’s lips thin grimly. “They’re not very effective that way.”

“Yeah, so I showed him how to open them properly,” Hyunjin says. “So we bought a bunch of them so he could practise.”

Jisung appears as if he’s holding back laughter. Minho also seems to be struggling from beside him.

Chan shifts between legs. “Okay then. Uh, dismissed.”

You and Felix both discretely slip away to panic with each other. It’s a miracle Hyunjin and Jeongin had also owned condoms.

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The difficult thing about members dating is when everyone else knows. 

They have the decency to pretend that they don’t, though. It’s so hard when you and Felix are so obvious, however.

Chan sighs and rubs at his face. “I can’t do this much longer. When are they going to just come out with it?”

Changbin shrugs. “I have no idea. It feels like it’s been going on forever.”

“I even made up that whole condom story to try and get them to confess,” Chan mournfully confesses. “But nothing.

Seungmin scoffs. “I had to go off to private with Jisung. They probably think we made out or something.”

“I had to get all soft and hold his hand.” Minho points at Chan. “In front of everyone. You don’t have it that bad.”

“I had to take the blow for the condoms!” Hyunjin shrieks. 

Jeongin puffs his chest out. “So did I! I say we just tell them that we know.”

Jisung shakes his head. “No! If they haven’t told us yet, it’s probably for a reason!”

“Like what? They know that we’re not worried about proper image. Besides, we can keep a secret.” Seungmin pulls out his ohone and scrolls mindlessly.

“Guys?” You hover unsurely in the doorway, Felix right behind you. “We have something to tell you.”

“Thank goodness,” Jeongin mutters quietly. Seungmin laughs silently beside him. 

Felix places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you the courage you need.

“We’re dating.” You suck in a breath as you wait for their reactions.

Minho purses his lips. “What? Oh, the scandal,” he drones, voice flat.

Felix weaves his fingers through yours and pulls you flush to his side. “It’s true. We’ve been dating for almost two months now. We’re happy and really like each other.”

Chan stands, expression serious. “We have something to confess too.”

“Yeah?” you anxiously ask.

“We’ve known the whole time,” Chan admits. 

“The entire time,” Hyunjin agrees. “Like, we knew the day that you became a couple. You both had those stupid smiles on your faces.”

You let out a heavy breath. “Okay, great. Good to know.”

Felix furrows his brow. “The whole time, really?”

“Really.” Changbin pats his arm as he walks by, uninterested in the conversation.

Seungmin trails after him, scowling. “Now shut up when you giggle over your shows together. It’s annoying.”

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“Me...”

⌞ NSFW⌝ minors do not interact!

❦ ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔟 x reader ❦

Synopsis : After battling with your indecisiveness, you gather enough courage to face him.

Your heart pounds in your chest, as you knock on Caleb‘s door. You’ve been trying to find a reason to spend time with him. You won’t let another day go by without seeing each other.

Excuses after excuses, the only one you could think of would be :

                The hunter’s academy has been exhausting and you need to talk to your friend to unwind.

You ponder for an instant, was it worth talking about in his room? You remember he would burst into your room whenever you were on a group project with a girl, or would make diner early when a guy other than Zayne came to study scaring them all away. 

Hearing no noises you open the door and excuse yourself.

Hunched over his mat, a timer showed on his phone screen. You sit on his bed. He sighs when the timer reaches zero then suddenly turns to look at you. You settle a bit further on his bed, your legs crossed.

He sits properly on the mat. Lifting an eyebrow, he opens his mouth and break the silence.

                               “What’s wrong Pipsqueak?” he asks grabbing your leg and pulling your foot towards his face. Your fluffy slipper caresses his cheek. His submissive appearance makes you blush and you look away from him.

                                “Nothing i was bored.” You say.

It was true just not what you prepared.

                                “I’m finished with that, so what do you wanna do?” He wipes the sweat on his forehead with a towel. He’s giving you another chance.

                                 “I don’t know…” FOCUS! “I miss you, i wanna talk.” You finally muster the courage.

                                 “Sure, let me take a shower first.” He says a smile plastered on his face. You nod and relaxes when he closes the door behind him. You stand, your gaze losing itself in the room. 

It’s an area you have been in multiple times and yet, you feel an overwhelming sensation. You tug your top, trying to cover your stomach and waist, in vain, undergoing a sentiment of being watched.

10 minutes went by, yes you counted each of them, and Caleb is still not back, you plop onto his bed and play with the waistband of your sweatpants.

                                     “So… Pipsqueak…” He utters as he opens the door. “Do you mind waiting outside i need to change.” He chuckles. Water dripping from his hair to his abdomen. A towel wrapped around his waist he scratches the back of his neck.

Nothing is funny right now. You gather yourself and respond.

                                      “Actually i do mind.” Where are you going with this? “It’s urgent…” You announce. It’s not a lie, it is urgent, He kneels in front of you, examining you, a worried look on his face.

The towel slips and flashes a bit more of his skin and you blush harder than before.

                                        “You’re all red… Do you have a fever? Want me to take care of you?”

Your mouth opens, the last part replays in your head over and over. You pant as he towers over you.

                                        “Pipsqueak i’m worried…”  He touches your forehead, the towel hanging on for dear life and he doesn’t seem to notice but you do.

Your gaze shift between the piece of fabric and his eyes. He lays you down, topping you. You gasp as he drags his hand to your forehead again, not leaving one inch of your exposed skin untouched.

                                         “What if…” Your voice, too loud, you clear your throat, adjusting your tone. “Remember when you said…”

He cuts you off. “I do…”

He twitches, sightly but enough for you to notice. His wet hair drips on the bed and he lowers himself, his lips touching your shoulder. The ceiling of his room was covered with stars, you two placed them after you told him sleeping in complete darkness was scaring you, You hated the nights where there was thunder, he adored them.

Parting your legs with his left arm, he uses the same arm to pull you closer to him, clasping your ass. A moan escapes your lips and you instinctively cover your mouth.

                                    “That’s more like it. Good girl.” Your hands now cover your entire face, you feel dizzy. He pushes your hands away from your face, your mouth agape. Unable to pronounce words, you point towards the towel, he glances down.

                                    “Oh? But this is advanced training Pipsqueak are you sure you are ready?” You nod hiding your face again. “You can’t hide forever…” he taunts you.

He holds you in place with his evol, placing his legs under yours.

                                     “If you can’t look at me in the face i’m gonna punish you.” His right hand playing with the strap of your top. His eyes darkened when he notices the absence of a bra. Lowering the strap, he bites your shoulder. “Didn’t i say look at me?” His tone is cold. Your eyes watering, you whimper. He kisses the mark he left on your shoulder.

He was wondering why did you want to practice, for whom and how to get rid of them.

He grunts over your shoulder sending shivers down your spine, you don’t know how to get rid of those sweatpants faster.

His tongue traces the skin of your neck and you squirm, he knew you were ticklish so he loved to titillate you.

He picked a spot that could only be visible to those coming too close to you and sucked in you epidermis, a dark red spot formed under his teeth.

He smiled witnessing his territory being marked. With his thumb, he gently pressed your neck while touching you outside of your sweatpants. You cried out but he didn’t listen loosening his grip on your neck to leave a kiss.

He raised the small tank top you were wearing to reveal your breast. As he was expecting, you weren’t wearing anything underneath, satisfied with the view he stopped and gawks.

                           “Caleb… stop staring…” you plead.

He chuckles. His knee pressed against your folds. “Who are you practicing for?” Looking away you mumble your answer. He claps your chin and bring it close to his face your upper body freed from his control.

His stern expression brings tears to your eyes, you desperately wanted him and the expression he had at the moment was wetting your underwear.

His thumb straying inside your mouth, soaked. Tugging on your sweatpants with his left hand, you whine, His finger holding your tongue down.

                                 “Who. Are. You. Practicing. For?” He commands.

                                 “Me…” You say louder.

                                 “Wrong answer.” Couldn’t be wrong, If he could hear your heart pounding in your chest at this instant and if he reached down, he would know the answer is correct. “What can i do to make you talk…” His eyes wandering on your body, he covers your eyes. You cannot hold in your moan when he rubs your clit through your underpants with his knee. “Baby please.” Drenching yourself over some words and light touches, how embarrassing.

                                   “I promise…” His wet thumb slides down your lips to reach your nipples a string of saliva followed.

You nudge his nose trying to distract him, you trail his hand down to your waist moving you hips in unison. Playing with the lace of the fabric covering your intimate part with his left hand he slowly says.

                                    “I will only ask one last time—”

                                    “You.” You cut him off unexpectedly, he buries himself in your neck, breathing heavily. You shut your eyes, clenching his teeth trying to not embarrass himself the second he tries anything, he rest his head on your shoulder, his wet hair tickling your face.

Pulling the cloth to the side, he insert his index and curls it, you take a deep breath, scratching his shoulders. He pushes your thighs closer to your stomach, giving him better access and you wonder where he learned this, you read a lot about everything and anything but he wouldn’t read about that. You shake the thought away staring at the ceiling, at the stars.

After a second finger joins the other one your lips curls up and you’re glad he’s too embarrassed to face you.

The squelching sounds engulfs the room and is mixed with both of your cries, you crave more than his fingers but he doesn’t allow you yet. 

His rhythm accelerates and tears form in your eyes, ignoring your pleadings, he siphons your nipples, you dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and he finally looks at you, for a short moment, before biting your lower lip.

You tried to fight it but he accelerates and you climax underneath him, soaking his sheets. A strong force holds you down and you recognize his evol.

His fingers do not halt their movements, the noise relentlessly becoming louder.

[zznblr]

I’ve got a request, telling Yeonjun how handsome he is.

His lips, his smile, his face, his body, sigh……

[9:35pm] 𐙚 c.yj

ʚ♡⃛ɞ request | there's nothing you love more than making out with yeonjun ୨୧ yeonjun x fem!reader • suggestive • established relationship • 839 words reblogs n comments appreciated :)

in your eyes, yeonjun is always prettier when you haven’t seen him in a while. and yes, some might argue that a week isn’t that long but it truly does feel like forever to you when it comes to your boyfriend.

you’re standing giddily outside his front door, waiting, your hands stuffed in your coat pockets to stop yourself from pressing on his doorbell like a freak.

when he finally opens the door, you pounce on him, nearly knocking him over. you smother his face with kisses, eliciting a chuckle from him. “i missed you too,” he kisses you slowly and softly.

yeonjun pulls you inside, protecting you from the cold january air. he takes off your coat and your hat, hanging them on the coat rack by the door. he guides you towards the living room, where he as a whole spread of your favorite snacks laid out for your movie night. he turns off the overhead light while you make your way to the couch. when yeonjun returns to you, you scooch closer to him, to the point where you are practically sitting on him with how close your bodies are. if it was even possible, he pulls you closer to him and drapes a blanket over your bodies before pressing play on the movie.

you are barely paying attention to the film. you’ve seen it a million and ten times; you could quote every line in it. and besides, you had something far more interesting to look at. your eyes are glued onto yeonjun’s face. you eye him intently, taking in every part of him – the movie flaring on the lens of his thin frame glasses; the way his nose crinkles and his brows furrow every time there is something slightly repulsive on the screen; his pink lips falling back into their resting pout afterwards.

“are you going to keep staring at me, or are you actually going to watch the movie?” yeonjun pulls you out of your trance, not even taking his eyes off the screen.

“i’ve seen it before.” you reply, offhandedly.

he finally turns to face you. “but, you picked this movie.” he sighs, reaching over for the remote control on the coffee table. he pauses the film. “we can watch something else if you—” he stops mid sentence as you climb onto his lap, straddling him. “w-what are you doing?”

“you’re so pretty, you know?” you reach up to cup his face with both your hands. your thumb brushes over the plump skin of his cheeks. “so so pretty,” you continue; it’s almost like you are in a daze.

“thank you,” yeonjun chuckles. he wraps his arms around your waist as you settle in place.

you pull his face closer to yours, so that your foreheads meet. yeonjun cautiously closes the tiny gap between the two of you as he draws in for a kiss. his fingertips softly brush against your back. you run your tongue along his bottom lip and you can taste the butter from the popcorn that he was eating earlier. yeonjun’s lips part and you slip your tongue into his mouth.

your better senses are being slowly but surely defeated as you succumb to the sweetness of the kiss. yeonjun pulls back for just a short moment to catch his breath, and you can’t help but let out a whine of displeasure. you quickly close the distance between the two of you that he had so cruelly created.

your lips meet his once more while you pull yourself tighter against him. yeonjun’s hands trail down your back, slipping underneath your t-shirt. he tightens his grip on you, his nails sinking into your skin.

if you could, your lips would be attached to yeonjun’s for the rest of your life. you find it to be some sort of cosmic injustice that you can’t live off of him because by the way you are devouring his face, he seems like the only adequate source of sustenance for you. and even sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough. no matter how much he gives you, you always want more – more love, more closeness, more yeonjun. 

you are completely and absolutely obsessed with the way he kisses you. it’s filled with passion and lust and affection and gentleness and love.

love.

so much love. the same way you are captivated by yeonjun and his taste and his touch and his presence, he too is enamored by you and you can tell by the way he holds you closer to him and caresses you softly. you can tell by the way he is the person that could ever make you feel like your body is on fire. he knows every part of your body like he was the one who designed it. he knows just what to do and where to touch to make you lose your mind.

at last, you pull away from the kiss, your lips still touching. “god, i love you.” your breath ghosts against yeonjun’s lips.

“i love you too.”

[nightbeforethend]

how would each member of xdinary heroes react when you pick them up from a bar/restaurant and their drunk asf.

I imagine hanjun being quiet and reserved about pda sober but a drop of alcohol in him he becomes a koala, clinging to you and just giggling away

☆*･ﾟdrunk // xdinary heroes ﾟ･*☆

a/n: thank you for this request! I truly had way too much fun working on it and I hope you enjoy anon!

warning(s): drinking/drunk behaviors

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(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gunil <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ absolutely shocked by the baddie he managed to pull by being a dork and having a funny laugh all the time but especially when he’s drunk

*ೃ༄ knows you’re coming to meet him and the guys at a restaurant after you leave another outing but he’s still stunned into silence when you walk in

*ೃ༄ granted he’s drunk out of his mind but still

*ೃ༄ the type to say some shit like “that’s mine right there” with a cocky smile on his face when he sees you walk into the restaurant like his red cheeks and ears aren’t giving away that he’s flustered and absolutely blasted

*ೃ༄ realizes once you don’t take the seat next to him that you’re there to pick him up now instead of hanging out

*ೃ༄ insists he’s fine just to convince you to stay when he knows damn well that he’s a drink and a half away from yacking all over the table

*ೃ༄ a bit stubborn just because he likes you babying him more than he’s willing to admit when he’s sober but it doesn’t take too much convincing to get him out of his seat and to your car

*ೃ༄ (silently a bit upset that jungsu and o.de carry him there for you like he doesn’t go to the gym almsot everyday. truly expects you to give him a piggy back ride like he doesn’t have one of the craziest sleeper builds known to man, god bless)

*ೃ༄ 9/10 experience overall

*ೃ༄ a pretty easy experience regardless of him yapping just to yap the entire way home

*ೃ༄ 7.5/10 depending on whether or not you having to stop the car a couple times so he could indeed yack on the side of the rode would get on your nerves or not

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jungsu <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ I truly don’t think that he’d be that bad

*ೃ༄ like at all

*ೃ༄ maybe a giggly drunk, red as hell from drinking entirely too much but he doesn’t give difficult drunk energy

*ೃ༄ except for the stubbornness that could come with it

*ೃ༄ my first thought is that one picture of jeonghan from seventeen having to get on his knees and beg dino to get in the taxi so they could get his drunk ass home

*ೃ༄ literally this

*ೃ༄ like he’s perfectly fine with leaving with you and he doesn’t even have a problem leaving the guys and following you to your car but the moment you go to open the passenger door for him his mouth falls open in shock because how dare you open the door for him when he can do it himself??

*ೃ༄ it’s enough to make him refuse to get in the car which is crazy because up until this point he’d been acting so normal that you thought the guys might’ve been joking about how much he had to drink

*ೃ༄ the easy solution should’ve been you closing the door and him opening it himself but of course it’s not that easy

*ೃ༄ you close the door? He opens it again. You try to guide him inside? Now he’s a statue. You threaten to leave him there? Suddenly, he’s a lawyer with a five-minute argument on why that would be a human rights violation

*ೃ༄ has the most crazy pout you’ve ever seen on his face when you finally get him in the car because he thinks you’re “manhandling” him (you barely even touched him, he just low key doesn’t even know how his own legs got him outside at this point, better yet how you got him in the car)

*ೃ༄ actually sits in silence for a solid three minutes after you start driving, only to suddenly hit you with a quiet “I could’ve driven” followed by the nastiest side eye you’ve ever seen from him

*ೃ༄ absolutely will not let go of your hand on the way home though because he’s not about to lose out on a little physical affection even in the midst of his little drunk attitude

*ೃ༄ 6/10 experience because why the hell do you have to fight him from the time you picked him up to the time you got him in bed??

*ೃ༄ quickly becomes a 8.2/10 the next morning because he makes you breakfast and coffee the next morning despite his hangover simply because he feels bad

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> gaon/jiseok <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ huge believer in him being such a normal drunk human being. Like he’s still mostly sweet and harmless, but suddenly his fight-or-flight kicks in at the worst possible times

*ೃ༄ because when you show up to take him home, he does NOT recognize you

*ೃ༄ like at all

*ೃ༄ he’s squinting, tilting his head, looking you up and down like you’re some stranger trying to seduce him away from his very real, very loving partner (who is literally you even though he won’t believe you or anyone else trying to convince him of the fact)

*ೃ༄ keeps repeating “sorry, I’m in a relationship” in the nicest way possible because he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings but the fact that someone that could be your doppelgänger is trying to take him home is freaking him out so bad

*ೃ༄ you think he’s joking until he’s literally running away from you every time you physically try to get him to leave

*ೃ༄ why he thinks his loyalty is being tested is beyond you but having to chase this grown man through a crowded bar has you about ready to tell security that he’s causing a scene just to have someone else easily drag him outside

*ೃ༄ "Jiseok, get in the car!"

*ೃ༄ "I told you I’m in a relationship you freak” is his only response at this point and he means that shit

*ೃ༄ something finally clicks in his brain and makes him call you for some kind of help since his equally drunk friends weren’t helping and he’s beyond flabbergasted when he hears your phone start to ring in your purse

*ೃ༄ cue the slowest realization in human history

*ೃ༄ you can literally see the cogs in his brain starting back up

*ೃ༄ “Ohhh... that’s why you’re so pretty...”

*ೃ༄ absolutely devastated by his own actions immediately after

ೃ༄ like the 180 he pulls when he finally gets into the car and pouts the whole way home actually needs to be studied

*ೃ༄ 5/10 experience overall, only because of the chase

*ೃ༄ 7.5/10 if you found it funny

*ೃ༄ 9/10 if you got it on video to use against him later

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> o.de/seungmin <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ down atrociously bad for you in a very visual way while he’s sober just to act like the shyest, most love struck teenager that’s ever existed the moment he gets a drop of alcohol in him

*ೃ༄ like on a normal bases he’s not afraid to leave kisses all over your face as he’s calling you the love of his life in fifty different ways whether people are around or not

*ೃ༄ but the moment you approach him at the bar he’s avoiding eye contact like he barely knows you

*ೃ༄ crazy work for someone who called you himself three separate times to ask you to pick him up because he wanted to, in his own words, “cuddle you until you both became a single being like you’re two crystal gems in Steven Universe” but alas

*ೃ༄ he truly can’t bring himself to even hold your hand for longer than a few seconds at a time when you try to pull him out of the building and to your car

*ೃ༄ he’s redder than you’ve ever seen him because for some reason the alcohol has made him hyper aware to being perceived by others; especially the friends he’s been smooching you in front of way too much now for him to be this embarrassed

*ೃ༄ can stumble his way to your car on his own and literally doesn’t say a word until you’re both inside and he feels like you’re alone

*ೃ༄ literally sighs like he’s been holding in the world’s biggest secret as you pull away from the bar, immediately trying to bury his face in your neckline you stop at a light

*ೃ༄ “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to finally touch you… so many people around… do you think they noticed we’re a thing?

*ೃ༄ “you mean the friends you’ve kissed me on the mouth in front of on several occasions?? I think they know”

*ೃ༄ clings onto you like a koala bear the whole rest of the way home like he’s making up for the few minutes that he wasn’t all over you

*ೃ༄ 9.5/10 experience simply because witnessing what he’d be like if he ever cared about being perceived is extremely cute

*ೃ༄ half a point off because the energy he brings to the table while being uncharacteristically shy is a bit alarming

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> junhan/hyeongjun <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ The liquid courage that would run through this man after a night out needs to be studied

*ೃ༄ He gives the same drunk energy as me I fear (can drink like 5 cocktails, 6 shots, and two beers and there’s no personality difference outside of being extremely affectionate)

*ೃ༄ Like he’s fine, everything’s fine, he’s drunk as hell but he’s not a runner or an intoxicated mess so he’s truly just chilling when he suddenly remembers he has a partner that he NEEDS to be touching right now or he might die

*ೃ༄ and while he doesn’t look as fucked up as he is on the outside, he’s cancelling the uber he got to take him home and calling you to ask you to join them

*ೃ༄ you think he’s joking until gunil calls you to tell you that he’s indeed planted himself on the ground outside the club, sitting criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to get there

*ೃ༄ like he’s not even making a fuss or saying anything crazy

*ೃ༄ he just refuses to leave until he gets a kiss from you (you literally live together but alcohol will fuck up his logic and reasoning every time)

*ೃ༄ when you show up to pick him up he’s literally all over you before you can even speak

*ೃ༄ I’m talking arms wrapped around you so tight you can barely breathe, kissing every inch of your face he can reach, lifting you off your feet just so he can spin you around type of touchy

*ೃ༄ not only does it spook the guys (who have never EVER seen him be this touchy with anyone) but also you, who had gotten used to never EVER doing more than holding hands in public

*ೃ༄ very willing to get in the car and go home after he’s gotten what he wanted

*ೃ༄ 8.8/10 experience only because you now have to deal with his homies making kissing noises at the two of you whenever they see you

(`·.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.-> jooyeon <-.¸¸.·´`·.¸¸.·´)

*ೃ༄ I fear he’s a runner

*ೃ༄ like the type to disappear, reappear while talking, reappear across the bar, and then by time you get to him he’s gone again

*ೃ༄ although he can’t sit still to save his life he’s surprisingly quiet

*ೃ༄ so you’re not shocked at all when you show up to the bar and spot Jooyeon alone on the patio with whatever pretty drink the bartender suggested and none of the other guys in sight

*ೃ༄ spots you coming and his eyes light up like he didn’t just see you right before he left earlier to go to the bar

*ೃ༄ not a drunk man of many words (surprisingly, considering that he’s one of the biggest sober yappers you know)

*ೃ༄ “took you long enough to get here” headass

*ೃ༄ literally chugs the rest of his drink, throws his arms around you, and you’re now stuck with him clinging onto you for the rest of the night

*ೃ༄ the yapping might go away temporarily but I fear the clinginess is forever

*ೃ༄ the actual pickup itself isn’t the hard part whatsoever once you get him to situate himself in one place

*ೃ༄ it’s after the car ride you’re concerned about, and rightfully so

*ೃ༄ 5.5/10 experience ONLY BECAUSE although I don’t see him being an insane drunk, he’d fall asleep the moment he heard the hum of the engine but now you have over a hundred pounds of dead weight to get upstairs to your apartment once you get home

[okminer07]

Disastrous Dinner

“Kids! Dinner!” called Alice, setting down in the center of the table her homemade mac and cheese. Garret hurried over and took his seat while his brother Richard peered down the hall to Eliza’s room, “Eliza sweetie!”  

Instead of Eliza, her cousin Dylan came running over. He was a bit older than her, already in middle school while she had just started first grade. Richie had been tasked with taking care of the little scamp for the weekend while his parents went on some sort of vacation his dad had earned from work or something.  

“Where’s Eliza?” 

“She says she’ll be out in a moment.” The boy pushed past his uncle and went to sit down at the table as well. Richie looked down the hall once more before sighing and heading over to the table himself.  

“Should we wait for her?” asked Garret, though secretly he hoped the answer was no, he was starving. It had been a little bit since he and Cecilia had been invited over for dinner at his brothers’, Eliza now in school and needing a babysitter less and less. However, that never stopped his sister-in-law from trying to make arrangements at every chance she got.  

“Where’s Cecilia? I haven’t seen her either in a while,” asked Alice, scanning the table as if to see if she had missed her.  

Garret peered around it as well, “None of you have seen her?” 

Richie shook his head, “Last time I checked she was entertaining Eliza.”   

He turned to the young boy sitting on his right, “Did you see her in Eliza’s room before coming to the table?”  

“Nope. Haven’t seen her for a while either. Though I thought I saw her hanging around her somewhere.”  

Garret’s eyebrows knitted together and he leaned back in his chair and scanned the floor around them, “Cece? You around here?”  

No response.   

He stood up and tossed his napkin aside, “She might just be on the other side of the house. I’ll go see if I can give her a lift. Go ahead and start without us.”  

Pushing his chair in, he started towards the hallway. Without warning, a short startled scream echoed through the room. Garret paused, turning on his heel. Alice had her hands clasped over her mouth, eyes bulging out of her skull.  

“What?”   

Her husband followed her line of sight and instantly froze.  

“What is it?”   

He was met with nothing but stares. Though he noticed, they weren’t directly upon him, but much lower down. His eyes trailed down to the floor and fell upon a tiny puddle of a liquid-like substance. A red liquidy substance.  

It felt like all his organs and dropped out of him. His eyes widened as they observed the small trail of red puddles starting from under the table by his seat, all the way to where he was standing now.  

Garret’s mouth fell open, lips quivering as he slowly lifted up his shoe. There, on the sole of his sneaker, was a red smudge. 

The sound of his quickening heartbeat filled his ears, growing louder and faster, drowning out the rest of the room. No… no no no no no no no  

His foot fell back onto the ground, trembling like the rest of his body was now. No, no please, I- I- no I-  He began to stumble backward, letting out a small whimper as the red trail continued to follow him.  

Ce- Cece-  

No no, he couldn’t have… he wouldn’t have allowed it. His back struck the wall and he slid down onto the floor. He stared down at his feet, at the splotches of red trailing after him. Please.. please…. No, Ce- His vision began to blur and his eyes began to sting. Hands came up and began raking through his hair while his cheeks grew wet.  

“I-I-I… I did… I didn’t- no I….” his heart was kicking and thrashing like a wild animal within his ribcage. Burning bile began making its way up his throat as he choked out a ragged breath. 

S-she’s… she’s, he didn’t want to finish the thought but his brain continued on, ignoring the agony it caused him, she’s gone. I’ll… I'll never see her again, never…. Never hold her again. And..and it’s my fault! I-I…  I did...did this. I… I… I’m…. I’m a mon- 

“Uncle Garret? Are you okay?” echoed a far-off voice.  “Why are you crying?”   

“I-I-I d-didn’t… I didn’t mean to. B-but she… she…. She’s g-gone. ”   

“Garret?”  

He froze, the soft and quiet voice bringing his heart to an abrupt stop. Blinking back his tears, he whipped his head in the direction of that voice. Standing a few feet away was his niece, and at her feet was… Cecilia.  

Her features were etched with concern as she ran over to him, “Garret? What happened?” 

His lips mindlessly formed incoherent words as he stared down at her, making sure it wasn’t just a figment of his imagination. She… was she really…. He hadn’t….  

Without a second thought, he leaned down and his hands reached down for her. The moment she was securely wrapped in his fingers, he whisked her off the ground, bringing her up to his face and hugging her to it. Fresh tears began to creep out from behind his eyes as he held her there, alive and unharmed.   

Cecilia didn’t fight against the embrace but leaned into it, spreading out her arms to hug him back, “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” she soothed. He continued to sniffle and cry, continued to be a blubbering mess, “It’s… it’s okay I’m here. Tell me what's wrong?”  

“I….I thought you were… I thought I’d….” he gasped for breath, choking out another sob. 

“You thought you’d what?”   

“I…I…” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence, to for a moment, relive what he thought he had done.  

The scratching sound of wood against wood filled the sniffling silence as Richard got up from his seat and rounded the table. He stopped before one of the red puddles and crouched down, scooping a dollop of it onto his finger. He gave it a sniff, his eyes widening before he tentatively licked it.  

“Ketchup?” he looked over to his brother, “But why was it on your-”  

“I’m sorry!”  

Everyone in the room whipped their head around to Dylan who had gotten up out of his chair and was white as a sheet. He stared down at his feet, a pained expression on his face. Richard stood and walked over to him. The boy squirmed where he stood, refusing to look up at his uncle as he spoke.  

“I… thought… It was meant to be a joke.”  

Garret’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open, “A…a Joke?!”  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cecilia wincing and her hands flying up to cover her ears, “Sorry.” he muttered, lowering her away from his face.  

His brother stared expectantly at Dylan, urging him to continue, “I thought... It would be funny. And I was told it would be too.”  

“Who the hell told you that this would be funny?” growled Richard.  

“Grandpa.”  

Everything around them stilled, even the air. Garret looked up from his hands and at Dylan. “Da- Grandpa said that?” 

He nodded.  

He looked at his brother, his jaw clenched. Richard sighed, shaking his head, “Damn it.”  

Garret looked back down at Cecilia, his eyes starting to water again, “If it’s alright with everyone, I think we’ll be leaving.” he looked to his girlfriend for approval, she nodded.  

“That’s fine.” said Alice, coming over and placing a hand on Eliza’s shoulder, “Say goodbye to your uncle sweetie.”  

Eliza pouted, “But why?”  

“He’s not feeling well. Now say goodbye.”  

She looked at Garret, “Bye Uncle Garret.” and then down at Cecilia, “Bye Auntie Cece.”  

Garret managed to smile, standing up and ruffling his niece’s hair, “Bye sweetheart.”   

“Thank you for inviting us,” called Cecilia as he headed for the door, his fingers slightly curling in around her.   

“I’ll be sure to give Dad a call.” grumbled Richard, “I have a few choice words to say to him.” 

Garret nodded thanks to his brother before closing the door behind him. 

This was something that just came to me one night. I hope I've gotten better at writing emotional scenes.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆⭒˚｡⋆ MOTH TO A FLAME; JUDE BELLINGHAM (Chapter Two)

➤ Summary: Surprisingly, Jude and Noah seem to be getting on well, until Noah does something to get in Kaia's bad book.

➤ Pairing: Jude Bellingham x F!OC

➤ Warnings: Swearing, Food mention.

➤ Discussion tag: #my works: moth to a flame (if you ever have any questions about the story, release schedule, etc. my inbox is always open.)

➤ Word Count: 3,171

TAGLIST | SERIES PLAYLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

Kaia’s POV

“And this is Jude. My best friend.” Silence hangs in the air for a short while after the introductions. My stomach is tied in a knot while I watch Jude take in my new boyfriend. If it were a stranger perceiving Jude, they’d probably say he’s happy to meet him and that he’s happy for his friend. But I’m not a stranger. His body language, the slight strain in his jaw from the way he’s gritting his teeth and the way his eyes quickly flash to mine tells me everything I need to know.

Jude extends his hand in Noah’s direction. “Hey,” he says while Noah’s hand also leaves the side of his body, grasping Jude’s. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Noah says, quieter than how Jude said it, nerves an obvious thing he’s feeling. The last time Noah came over, and met my family, I knew he had been really nervous, and rightly so because he knows how much my family means to me. But, when it comes to Jude, I had spoken about him so much, about how we had known each other our whole lives, grown up together. Noah knew that Jude meant just as much to me as my family did. However, there was something else about Jude that didn’t threaten Noah, I don’t think (it had threatened other guys in the past), but there was the small fact of Jude being the man in my life. Jude was Noah’s competition, even though I’d told him he had nothing to worry about in the romantic department, and he believed me, Jude’s status in my life was something for Noah, or any other person who wanted to be with me forever, to reach for.

“Oh, hi, Noah,” my mum walks into the room, carrying two plates of food. “Right, these two are for you,” she nods her head at me and Noah so I promptly take my seat across from Jude, as Noah moves to sit right beside me. “Jude, William will be in in a second with your dinner. He’s currently making sure you both get a couple of extra Yorkshire puddings,” Mum flashes Jude a smile. If there was one thing my dad and Jude had in common it was how much they loved my mum’s Yorkshire puddings. Actually, I’m convinced they are the reason my dad decided to marry my mum in the first place. 

“You know me so well,” Jude says and it’s then that I see Jude’s first genuine smile since Noah walked through the door. But it’s no surprise because Jude has always been like another son to my mum, he always has a smile for her.

****

 “So, Jude,” Dad says when we’re all finally seated and eating. “Are you enjoying it in Madrid?”

“Yeah,” Jude brings his hand up to cover his mouth, pausing his speech while he finishes his food. “It’s great, barely any rain, and the football’s obviously amazing.”

“You know,” it’s my turn to speak now. “These two,” I wave my fork between my parents. “Literally never shut up talking about you. “Like God, forbid we ever see someone we know when they’re out in town because they’ll get a good old rant about how well you’re doing and how proud they are of you. No, but, honestly, I’m starting to think they’re prouder of you than they are of me,” I let out a laugh, everything I said in jest.

“Oh, don’t be silly. But, of course, we’re proud of you, Jude, you know you’re a part of this family,” Mum says. It had always been inevitable that Jude would be part of our family. My mum had been best friends with Jude’s mum, Denise, for years before they even considered having children. So when they did eventually have kids, they became like bonus children for both of them. 

I felt, though, when Mum mentioned that Jude was a part of our family, an awkwardness coming from beside me in Noah’s chair. And although I knew Jude appreciated the comment, and knew that he loved my family just as much as they loved him, I could also tell that he was sensing the same thing I was when I caught his eye.

“So, uhm, Noah,” Jude said, clearing his throat, right before taking a sip of his drink, his attention shifting to the man next to you. “How long are you in England for?”

“Oh, erm, I fly back tomorrow,” Noah nodded, shooting a tight-lipped smile Jude’s way. 

Jude nods. “So, did you like working with our Kai, then?”

“Kai?” Noah furrows his brow, turning towards me and tilting his head to the side in question.

“Yeah,” I sigh. “He’s always been the only one to call me that.” I shrug. My whole life everyone had just opted to use my full name, apart from Jude, who had insisted on calling me Kai pretty much since the moment he could talk. “It annoys me when anyone else calls me that.”

“Oh,” Noah squints his eyes, puzzled, but turns back to just nonetheless. “But to answer your question, Jude, it was great working with her.” 

“Look at that,” Jude points a Noah, but shifts his gaze back to me. “You come with rave reviews and everything.”

I laugh, but Noah’s the one to speak. “I feel like everything I saw about her before we worked together was a rave review, you don’t get called one of the best actors of our generation without doing anything great, do you?”

“Well, I could give her a few reviews just based on her personality, and, let me tell you, not many of them are that great,” Jude smirks are you, bringing his arms up to his chest when I reach over the table to smack him. 

“Oi, watch it,” I can’t help but smile at the pair of them as I slump back in my chair. Watching the two of them interact settled my nerves a little. It was almost a given that anyone I invited into my life had to like Jude. Whether it was a boyfriend or a new friend, my loyalty would always be to Jude over anyone, probably until the day that I got married, so it was better to just make sure that they liked him. Why would I want to know someone who disliked my best friend, someone I’d loved my whole life, anyway?

While Jude and Noah got to talking about everything acting and Jude’s football career, I chose to speak to my parents about my next job, which was starting in February, and my summer plans that would follow. Jude overheard the last part of my conversation, “Are you coming to the Euros? You’ll have wrapped by then, yeah?”

This year’s Euros would be Jude’s third international tournament, and seeing as though I had proudly supported him at the last two, I didn’t see why I wouldn’t be going to this one, too. 

“Well, that depends,” I placed my knife and fork together on my plate, signifying that I was done. “Are you going to get me free tickets?” I raise my eyebrows at him. 

“I’ve already added your name to the family and friends list for tickets, don’t you worry,” Jude tried to wink at me but instead ended up doing a confused blink, to which I let out a giggle. “I can also get tickets for you four as well,” Jude nods towards the rest of my family. “You won’t be in the friends and family section, but I can see what I can do.”

“Thank you for the offer, Jude, darling, but me and Will won’t be able to get any time off work, and these two will still be in school. But we’ll be cheering you on from our living room, there’s no doubt about that. And depending on how well we’re doing, we might book some time off for the final, just in case,” Mum winks at him before pressing a kiss to his temple after she’s gotten up to collect everyone’s plates. 

“Don’t listen to her, Jude,” Olivia spoke for the first time since we sat at the table. “I want a ticket to every game, and I mean every single game. I’d do anything to miss a month of school.”

“Don’t be silly, Olivia, you’ve got your GCSEs,” Dad looks up from his phone where he’s most likely scrolling through Twitter looking at Sky Sports News or something in that vein.

“That’s exactly why I want to go, Dad. So Jude, can you get me tickets?” She turns her body fully towards him, exaggeratedly fluttering her eyelashes at him. 

“You know, Liv, as much as I’d like you there, you really should listen to your dad. Even I had to do my GCSEs,” Jude tells her. 

Olivia scoffs, stands from her chair, and in doing so nearly knocks the thing over.  “God, why’s it only Kaia that ever gets to do fun things?”

She’s halfway up to her room before I get to properly reply but it doesn’t stop me from calling her a sore loser. “Perks of being your biggest fan, I guess,” I shrug at Jude, a small smirk on my lips. “Oh, hey, speaking of the Euros, it completely slipped my mind that you’re working in Germany at the same time, aren’t you, Noah?” I turn to look at him. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m shooting that show in Berlin,” Noah nods. 

“So you’ll be able to go to a few games, then?” My dad looks up from his phone, dragged out of his trance and into the conversation. 

“Maybe,” Noah says. “Not sure how much free time I’ll have, but hopefully I’ll be able to get to a couple.”

“If Kaia has anything to do with it, you’ll be going to every single one that’s played in Berlin,” Noah laughs, nodding as he admits defeat, knowing my father is very much correct. It’s a habit of mine to drag people to football matches, even if they’re not the slightest bit interested. 

While my dad and Noah talk some more about his job in Berlin, I notice Jude shuffling around in his seat out of the corner of my eye. I could just take it as him being uncomfortable after being sat down for almost an hour, but the way he’s looking at my dad and Noah through his lashes, his chin practically against his chest, tells me otherwise. 

“Right, why don’t you kids go hang out upstairs or something while I help clean up this mess?” Dad moves to grab the remaining glasses that are left on the table while Jude, Noah and I get up to go upstairs. 

When in my bedroom, Jude immediately goes to sit at my desk, and I can tell that he’s preparing himself for a potentially awkward situation. His hand rests on the wooden surface, tapping away and I know it’s only a matter of time before he pulls a pen out of the pot so he can fiddle with it. 

I go to flop on my bed, grabbing my childhood teddy that I bring up to rest on my chest. Noah claims his spot beside me, in a much more graceful manner. 

“So,” I say, breaking the silence before it could take over the room. “You wanna watch a film or something?” I look between the two guys in my room, a questioning look on my face.

“Um, yeah, sure,” Jude says. “How about w-”

“Stop right there,” I say, sitting up abruptly. “Before you even ask, no I’m not sitting through Pulp Fiction again. Like yeah, Uma Thurman’s hot as fuck, but she’s also only in it for like ten minutes, so what’s the point?”

“Whoah, I wasn’t even about to say that, dickhead,” Jude annoyingly shakes his head at me while he tosses a rubber in my direction, narrowly missing my head. “I was actually going to suggest that Noah picked what we watched, so, you know, it could save the arguing, and then you started yelling at me anyway.” 

“Oh, okay, good idea,” I turn towards Noah. “Is there anything you’d like to watch, Noah?”

“Hmm, that’s a hard choice,” Noah says, a deep-thinking expression on his face. “I think I’d like to watch Pulp Fiction.”

Jude burst out laughing and I feel my face drop in agony at the thought of watching it again. I’m genuinely about two seconds away from punching my boyfriend right across the face.

“Oh, Kai, you should see your face. Nice one, Noah,” Jude’s holding his stomach at this point. 

“What?” Noah says when Jude calms himself down. “I’ve never seen it.”

That’s the moment both Jude and I stop what we’re doing, turning to face Noah with, what I can only imagine are, the most shocked expressions the two of us could muster. 

I let out a laugh of disbelief before finding the words. “You what?”

“Did I hear you right?” Jude pipes up as well. 

I’ve never seen Pulp Fiction,” Noah repeats, causing me to lay back down, simply staring at the ceiling while I try and get over my shock. 

“An actor who’s never seen Pulp Fiction, well I never.” I raise a finger in the air when I’ve had about ten seconds to process the mindblowing news. “You know what I think we have to do, Jude?” I sit up on my elbows so I can look at him properly. “Pop his Pulp Fiction cherry.”

Jude nods as soon as the suggestion leaves my mouth. “It’s only right.”

“Pulp Fiction it is then,” I’m just about to get up from my bed to grab the DVD, when the door of my bedroom bursts open, with a boisterous seven-year-old on the other side.

Leo immediately rushes over to the side of the bed Noah is at. “Hi, Noah, would you like to come and play Roblox with me?”

The look on Leo’s face is adorable. His big, brown eyes look at my boyfriend with so much adoration, even though he’s only met him once before. But Noah doesn’t seem to like Leo as much as the young boy likes him. 

“Oh, I- uhm,” Noah, fidgets, barely making eye contact with him, while I watch on with furrowed brows. “I don’t know how.”

“Well, that’s fine, I can teach you,” Leo bounces in excitement on the balls of his feet. There’s nothing in the world that makes him happier than when he’s playing Roblox.

“Well, I don’t really want to,” Noah says bluntly, leading to Leo’s face dropping, a little pout forming on his lips. 

“Oh, okay,” Leo says sadly and I can tell by the sound of his voice that he’s getting choked up. 

He’s about the leave the room when Jude stands up and walks over to him. Getting on one knee in front of him, he places his hands on the small boy’s shoulders. “Hey, I’ll come and play with you, yeah? we can play that one we were playing last time that you kept beating me at.” Jude picks Leo up, throwing him over his shoulder, causing him to giggle louder than ever. It’s a giggle that can be heard all the way down the hall until they get to Leo’s bedroom. 

My room is silent for a while, allowing me quite a bit of time to think about what I just witnessed. The only thing I can think about, though, is that I didn’t say or do anything while Leo was in the room with me. I should’ve done something to make sure he didn’t get upset, not even a little bit. 

After a little more time, I say, “What the fuck was that?” I turn to Noah, who has barely moved since Jude and Leo left the room. 

“I don’t know, he says, eyes failing to meet mine. 

“That’s not good enough, Noah, you almost made him cry because you didn’t want to play with him. He’d be really upset if it wasn’t for Jude being here,” I let out a sigh. It was bad enough thinking about seeing either of my siblings upset but seeing Leo’s face for that short moment that he thought no one wanted to play with him was heartbreaking. 

“I’m not good with kids, okay?” I have no idea what to do with them,” Noah says, raising his voice a little.

“Then just let him down easily, then, there was no need to be rude. He’s seven, Noah. He only wanted to play with you, you’re never going to get good with kids if you’re never willing to spend even ten minutes with one,” I scowl at him, mad with him for what he did to my little brother. “You know, it’s probably better if we call it a night, I’m quite tired.”

Noah nods. “Okay,” he gets up from the bed. “I’ll see you after Christmas, I suppose,” he leans down to press a kiss to my lips, which I accept, kissing back gently, but he knows that I’m still pissed off at him and that I’m probably going to be like that for a while longer. I shift my body to get off the bed. “It’s fine, I’ll let myself out.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Night. Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” he says, closing the door behind him on his way out. 

I fall back onto the bed, once again finding peace against my duvet, a sigh falling from my lips being the last thing I remember before I slip into a deep sleep. 

****

Jude: You okay Sleeping Beauty?

Kaia: God when did I fall asleep? Kaia: Also why are you still up? It’s 3am.

Jude: About 7:30ish. Jude: And I’m not tired but I also wanted to make sure you were okay.

Kaia: I’m doing fine. Kaia: Just shocked me a little that’s all. Kaia: Was Leo okay when you were playing with him?

Jude: Yeah but he did ask why Noah didn’t want to play with him so I just told him that he knew I wanted to play with him instead. Jude: But what he did was really fucked up.

Kaia: I know. Kaia: I'm glad he’s not really upset about it though. Kaia: And thank you for saying what you did. I think I’m still going to take him out for ice cream or something tomorrow tho just to make sure he’s okay.

Jude: No problem and yeah that’ll be good for him. Jude: So did he just leave?

Kaia: no I said it’d probably be best if we called it a night. Kaia: I made it clear that I was pissed at him so that’s why I think he was so fine with leaving early.

Jude: You did the right thing he can’t talk to a kid like that without knowing that he did was wrong. Jude: Anyway I’m off to bed. See you on Christmas day. x

Kaia: Yep, goodnight. x

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OC KISS WEEK '25

was inspired by my friends to try to do a oc kiss week challenge & am doing multiple of my rooks with theirs ✨

first up out of order bc I wanna post this now is:

phaedra/jesse for caught or more-so interrupted @classicleechaos

Phaedra wakes to silence and for a brief moment wonders if they are dead, they reach their hand down to their side feeling slightly damp bandages. They move to sit up hoping to assess the damage now they are awake and out of danger when a strong hand pushing them back down by their shoulder. 

“Look like you already pulled some stitches in you sleep, if you pull anymore I will be very cross with you.” Phaedra meets Jesses eyes, happy to see they made it out of that ambush alive. 

“How are the others?”

“They’re fine, a lot better than you are,” Jesse quickly removes the old bandages assessing the damage to the stitches, “Don’t even try using your magic on this,” after they have assessed the damage they pour some alcohol onto the wound and clean up their stitches. Jesse when satisfied wraps the wound in fresh bandages before turning to leave. 

“Thank you, Jesse.” Reaching out Phaedra wraps their hand around their’s giving it a weak squeeze. 

“It was nothing, you’d do the same for me” Jesse softly smiles, eyes holding hers, as they bring their joined hands up to press a soft kiss to back of Phaedra’s hand, “Just try not to do it again.”

Phaedra still holding their hangs gives a tug -weak given their current state- that Jesse (probably more to humor them) obliges in leaning down close enough they can feel each other’s breath ghost over each other. Phaedra places a kiss on the corner of their mouth feeling the hint of their lips lightly chapped from the wind. 

“I promise.” 

Jesse smiles down at her before taking hers face in their free hand -their calluses rough against their skin- before bringing their lips together it is soft and affirming conveying their feeling of relief of joy; they made it though. Phaedra tries to lean up into the kiss needing to be closer, only for Jesse to pull back and level her with an unimpressed look. 

“Don’t get too excited,” pressing a quick chaste kiss against Phaedra’s pout, “I’m not risking you pulling another stitch” 

“Just one more, so-“

“So you?”

“Know it’s real, that we both made it out.” Jesse smiles and leans down but before their lips meet, the door slams open. 

“Jesse you in here? We could use some help-” Davrin takes one look at them before a teasing smile adorns his face, “never mind it seems like you’ve got your hands full here.”

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Chained Together Chapter 5

Previous Chapters; One Two Three Four

Everyone knew you got to sidemen shoots on time, even the Sidemen themselves were penalised for being late. Florence had everything planned out, her outfit was sorted and hanging on the outside of her wardrobe, her Dyson air wrap was sitting on top of her dresser, her make up was also set up. She had settled on wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a slightly cropped beige jumper, she wanted to be comfortable. That also meant keeping her make up simple, but just enough so she didn’t look washed out on camera. The car was sorted to pick her up in plenty of time and her alarm was set twenty minutes before it really needed to be. This was her big shot and she couldn’t blow it.

When Florence arrived at the set she was shivering, partly because the air con was roaring but also because she was incredibly nervous. She looked around the room, giving polite smiles to people she recognised but didn’t know and looked around for someone she knew more and felt comfortable having a conversation with but also someone who didn’t look busy.

“Florence?” The brunette looked round towards the voice and looked up and smiled at Simon who was standing in front of her. He placed his arms out for a hug and she obliged.

“Nice to finally meet you,” Florence smiled politely, trying to steady her voice. She hoped she would be fine when the cameras started rolling, she always was.

“You too. Welcome to the madness, let me show you around and tell you how things work considering you’re new to the channel. You’ll be given a dedicated camera guy so any problems with the production side of things they are your go to. We’ve got drinks just up here on the right and the toilets are down the corridor but we’re not going to be in the studio all day. Make yourself comfortable there, we’re just waiting for everyone to arrive.” Simon explained as he walked Florence around the studio, she nodded along taking everything in. She opened her mouth to ask who the other guests were when she saw George and Arthur walk in squabbling.

“There was absolutely no way!” George protested shaking his head.

“Did you not see the directors cut?” Arthur started, he looked up to see Florence and waved enthusiastically.

“Hey Florence, I didn’t know you were going to be here,” Arthur smiled as he walked up to her, George following behind playing on his phone.

“It’s why Esme and I were out celebrating the other night. Tea?” Florence asked making herself a drink from the drinks table.

“That’ll be great thanks. Your roommate made an impression on Chris, he keeps talking about her. Although he seems to do this about a new girl every week but hey ho,” Arthur half joked “Although it is the perfect time in a ChrisMD relationship, before he meets her and bored her to death.” Arthur added taking his cup from Florence, George laughed at Arthur’s comments, showing he was listening.

“Esme did seem quite impressed by him I have to say. And she usually has absolutely terrible taste in men, even worse than me and that’s saying something.”

“I’ll say,” George added. Florence stared at her cup of coffee stirring it vigorously. While Arthur sat on the sofa staring at his friend.

Arthur attempted to make small talk with the two of them and then the other guests arrived, Chip was first who immediately jumped on Arthur leaving Florence and George sitting on the sofa awkwardly. She desperately wanted to know what his problem was with her but knew it wasn’t the time or the place currently. Calfreezy and Theo were last, all of the Sidemen were yet to arrive; Simon, Josh, Vik and Harry were there. The other boys had five minutes to arrive before being classed as late. Florence was making some polite small talk with Chip, Cal and Theo getting to know them all slightly. She knew she would be chained to one of them for forty eight hours she might as well get to know them.

It was soon time for the shoot, as it was Simon’s video he was the one who explained to everyone what was going to happen.

“We’re going to reveal your partner on camera. For the next 48 hours you and your partner will be handcuffed together. There are only two ways to be released; the first is when you need the toilet, but don’t take the piss. We will know when you are just using it as an excuse to be set free and you will be severely punished when caught, and we will catch you. The other time you will be allowed freedom is a set period of twenty minutes in the morning to shower and get dressed. Apart from that you will be tethered together at all times, you have to eat and sleep like it. We will also be giving you tasks and things to do throughout the forty eight hours,” Simon explained and everyone either listened intently or cracked a few jokes. Florence nodded along, the reality of the situation really dawning on her, despite it being a simple enough premise the production was on a scale she had never seen before. She was focusing on that so much she didn’t have time to worry about who her partner would be for the next two days.

There was another short break before the filming started, Florence was reading a good luck message from Esme. She started a type a reply but found it difficult, it was like she could feel holes being burned in the back of the head. She looked up and to her side was George his blue eyes piercing into her soul. She looked back at her phone, typing a message to Esme who replied with a simple heart.

“Right can we have everyone standing behind Simon please. We’re ready to go!” John one of the camera men announced. Florence took a deep breath and stood up, slotting herself just behind Arthur, until she was asked to move forward a little so she could be seen.

“Welcome to We control Youtubers for forty eight hours!” Simon gestured wildly, his long arms stretched out as everyone behind him cheered. Florence knew that now would be the point in the video where clips would be played as Simon would record a voice over explaining the premise. She turned her attention back to Simon who was just about to announce the teams.

“Our first pairing is….” He paused for dramatic effect while the rest of the Sidemen started a drum roll. “Cal and Theo!” Simon shouted.

“NOOOO” Cal screamed causing everyone to laugh as Theo stood there arms out by his shoulders shrugging them in a what the fuck motion.

“Our next pairing is…” Florence could feel her heard almost beating out of her chest, she had the chance to either be with Arthur, a guy she almost knew but at least was polite, Chip who she didn’t really know at all or… “George and Florence!” Simon shouted. Oh great.

[umikawa]

a/n: this was actually the first senku thing I wrote but I didn’t like it but now I do kinda, was gonna be a whole thing where he revives reader during the car building part but I got lazy 😇

senku ishigami x gn!reader | ~1.5k wc | small injury near the end, nothing too graphic. reader is in mechanics club bc I said so. senku is not subtle but also not obvious enough. No actual confession or romance, just senku pretending he’s not in love

Before he’d entered the arts hallway, the loud banging and clattering had already clouded his hearing, irritating him almost instantly.

Senku never liked coming down this hall; it never served him any other purpose than the mandatory art classes he had to take. But at the end of the hall, an extended part of the school was the mechanic's classroom, bearing the one person he would go out of his way to see.

“Oi.” Senku stands with an agitated grin when you don’t hear him the first time, raising his voice slightly and throwing a towel at your head. He takes in your reaction: a jolt and mouth ready to curse whoever dared to disturb you, grease and oil swiped across your forehead. He grimaces at the sight. “Jeez.”

“Senku!” You grin, picking up the rag that was thrown at you. “What are you doing here?”

He waves dismissively, taking the rag from your hands to wipe your face. It was a simple—affectionate— gesture, one that Senku thought nothing of because that’s what it was. Nothing.

He wipes the grease on your forehead first, watching your eyes flutter shut happily as he holds your head in place. Then he goes to your cheek, being mindful of the skin under your eyes. Red and sensitive due to your barbaric rubbing when washing your face, fearing the dirt and grime left under your skin will leave blemishes.

Senku thought that was ironic. How someone could jump head-first into car fluid but freak out about a pimple forming on their skin.

His hand falls from your face, taking your hands and wiping your palms and fingers one by one. You hum happily when he throws the rag down on your workbench. “Thanks, Senku.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “How long have you been holed up in this noisy hell?”

You tilt your head, tapping your finger against your chin to show you’re thinking. “I started installing new brakes at twelve… then a tachometer at two… tweaked the engine around three…um.” You trailed off when you caught his eye, glancing at his cell phone that shined a bright seven-thirty-six in your face.

“You haven’t eaten in seven hours. I’d bet ten billion yen you’ve had nothing to drink either.” He scolds. Based on your shrunken self, he figured he was right about everything he just said. He sighs, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

Taking care of himself was a hassle enough. Taking care of both of you was even worse.

“Let’s go.”

Senku patiently waits in your chair while you clean up. He notes how you put things away: wrenches go in this drawer, sockets in this one, and sockets in this one. Hell, even your rags were sorted by type.

That was one thing Senku appreciated about you—your attention to detail and organization.

“Where are we going?” You ask, hanging your coveralls in your locker.

Senku rises from the chair to stand beside you, holding you by the elbow. “We’re going to go eat.” He says, looking at you from the corner of his eyes with a smirk the moment your stomach growled. “Your treat, of course.”

“Of course.” You muttered with a quick roll of your eyes. Senku almost missed it.

The walk to the ramen shop was quiet. A serene silence wafted over you two like a veil, a warm embrace that held you like an old friend. A bell jingled above you as you held the door open for him, and a snide remark about chivalry spilled from Senku’s lips.

He waits for you to sit and occupy yourself with the menu, then takes his stool and teeters it to complain about its imbalance. But you know it’s just a guise to move the chair closer to you. He does it every time, but you wouldn’t dare point it out.

His knee was against yours, shoulder brushing against yours ever so often, any other person sitting at the counter was sitting evenly spread out. It was an obvious ploy to be closer to you.

This was another thing you did that he appreciated. You let him play his unbalanced chair act, never shied away from his touch, never complained when he did it, and never called him out for it.

You don’t talk during dinner. Other than the question of how the food tastes, possible seconds, and the near-obnoxious slurping, it was silent.

Then, during the walk back home, Senku strikes up a conversation.

“How’s your build going?”

It amazed him how shocked you were by his question. Was it really that uncommon of him to ask about you? He’s sure he’d put forth interest in your work time and time before, but now he wasn’t sure.

“It’s going amazing.” When your shock wears off, you say, “I’m thinking about changing the interior again.”

“Yeah?” Senku laughs, shaking his head. It'll be the sixth time you’d change it. “What are you thinking now? New lining wasn’t enough?”

You laugh lightly, scratching the side of your cheek. “Actually, I was just thinking about swapping out the seats. You don’t like leather seats, right, Senku?”

He pauses, staring at you as he stops walking. “Huh? Why does my preference of seats matter to your car?”

“I just thought…” you trail off, feeling your face warm under his stare. “Maybe we could go to new places together– with Taiju and Yuzuriha too, of course!” He laughs at your attempt at a save, placing his hand on your head.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m ten billion percent certain you’d only ask me that kind of question.”

Another thing Senku appreciated about you; your attention to detail when it came to him.

“Well, am I right then?” You ask, turning once he begins walking again. “You don’t like leather seats?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling to himself. “I don’t.”

The next time Senku visits you, he has a banana milk in his hands. You’re busy installing your new (not leather) seats whilst he waits and spins in your chair, threatening to drink the milk if you don’t stop to take a break.

“Senku, I just need ten more minutes, please.” The sound of exasperation fills his ears, he could tell even with your back to him that the frustration was starting to get to you. And if he said the wrong thing, that bubbling emotion would spill over like an experiment gone wrong.

“Sorry.” He apologizes, almost in an uncharacteristically timid tone.

He wonders why he’s sitting here in the first place; there are experiments to be done in the science club room, beakers, and test tubes waiting to be used. But he was here waiting for you.

That’s one thing Senku can classify as a thing he hates– dislikes– about you. How you make him wait and how he does it without a problem or protest.

And how you were the only one he’d wait for.

Ten minutes go by painfully slowly. He can hear a string of curses falling past your lips near the nine-minute mark, making him rise from his seat to come to your aid.

“What happened?”

You slide out of the car, holding your shaking hand, blood trickling down your now torn knuckles. “Wrench slipped, and my hand went straight down.” You wince, hastily walking to the sink with him trailing close behind. “Can you get me the alcohol under the sink?”

He abides by your word, quickly grabbing the bottle before he takes hold of your hand. “This’ll hurt.” You nod. You already knew that.

When Senku pours the liquid over your knuckles, a wince fills his ears, and guilt fills his heart at the sound. Note that as another thing he dislikes.

“I’m sorry if I sounded rude earlier.” You say suddenly, brows knitted. “You were looking out for me and I snapped at you.”

He clicks his teeth, of course you were worried about him instead of yourself. “It’s fine. It’s not like I’m sensitive to that kind of thing. I don’t give a shit if you yell at me.”

You hum, protesting lightly when he opens up the first aid kit. “I can do it myself, Senku, it’s alright.”

“I’m aware that you can.” He laughs, placing a gauze pad over your knuckles before he wraps bandages around your hand loosely enough for you to still move it. “But you’re letting me help you anyway.”

“That’s because you tell me I’d ‘ten billion percent cut off my circulation’ when I try to do it.” You imitate his voice, scoffing at the light swat he gave you. “Besides, this is how I know you love me.” You laugh. It was intended as a joke, but Senku knew you thought it was true.

“As if.” He scoffs, catching your gaze. He knows you see right through him. “I do this because you’d die without me.”

When you don’t say anything in return or rebuttal, Senku supposed that statement was true.

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 16

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: hi everyone! i'm sorry for ghosting you for months. school has been so stressful that i didn't even get a chance to read updates from wind breaker. BUT I'm back! thank you all for reading my story!

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a strange tightness in my stomach. It was like I was about to throw up. I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was, and then looked down at where I was lying. I was on a soft mattress on the floor, my black shirt lifted slightly, exposing my stomach. My joggers were barely hanging on, the drawstring untied. I held my head and turned to the side.

My eyes widened. "What the—" I quickly covered my mouth, afraid of waking the person next to me. He was lying on his stomach, facing my direction, deep in sleep. His arms were wrapped around a pillow.

Why am I alone with Jay?! Panic surged through me. Even though I was dizzy, I managed to sit up. I frowned when my foot hit something—like a body. I felt a wave of relief when I looked down and saw June sleeping at our feet. Shaking my head, I fixed my hair. My gaze fell on Jay again. He looked so peaceful, fast asleep. Unlike when he’s awake—he’s intimidating, unapproachable.

My heart raced again, and I quickly averted my eyes, rubbing my temples. Did I do something terrible last night while I was drunk? I bit my lower lip, struggling to remember what had happened.

We already know.

I know something they don't.

Can you stay away from me from now on? Please?

"Holy shit. Oh, please don’t tell me—" My eyes went wide, and I scrambled off the mattress, trying to be careful not to wake the two of them. Once I was out of the room, I saw Dom sleeping on the floor, clutching Yuna in his arms. Aria was also fast asleep, mouth open. I scanned the room for Minu and Mia, but when I spotted them, I was surprised to see they were already awake.

Mia was making coffee for herself and Minu. They hadn’t noticed me yet, too busy chatting and smiling. What a lovely couple. When will I ever experience something like that? I sighed and immediately looked for my stuff.

"Demitra, you're awake!" Mia’s sudden voice startled me. I forced a smile and nodded, still searching for my bag, which Dom had apparently slept on. "Come join us. What do you want? Milk? Coffee? Or milked coffee?" she asked cheerfully.

"Water is fine," I said, giving her a small smile.

"Water in the morning? Are you an alien?" Minu joked. I chuckled and shook my head, pointing at my stomach.

"If I drink any of what Mia mentioned, I'll end up in the bathroom," I said, making them both laugh.

When Mia handed me the glass of water, I caught the two of them exchanging glances. It was as if they were communicating silently. These friends really had a habit of doing that, even when it was so obvious. After taking a sip, I set the glass down on the counter and crossed my arms, leaning against the sink.

"I know you two know something. You’re way too obvious," I joked, raising an eyebrow at them.

Mia looked flustered, her eyes darting to her boyfriend, as if silently begging him to speak for her. "W-Well, yesterday, Principal Nick told us something about you. About you being a professional rider—"

I burst out laughing. "Professional? Please, did Nick really say that?" I asked in disbelief. "I’m not. Let’s just say I’m an expert."

"But it's the same thing!" Mia jumped in. I just shrugged.

"It’s not," I said, still chuckling.

Minu suddenly grew serious, putting his glass down. "Why didn’t you tell us you're famous in England? As the underground princess? And that you’re friends with Owen from High Calvary!" he said, catching me off guard. Did Gramps really tell them everything? At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if he also mentioned my favorite food.

"Ew, don’t ever call me that again," I cringed. "And I’m not friends with him. I just know him." I avoided their gazes, just as I noticed Yuna stirring awake, probably overhearing our conversation.

"That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard in my life."

"Minu!"

I laughed as Mia scolded him. She gave me an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what her boyfriend had said. "You can ask him if you want." Please don’t.

"You beat him once," Yuna chimed in, despite just waking up.

"I don’t remember that," I replied, playing dumb. She just scoffed at me. "And, going back to what you said earlier, I’m not famous. I was just known in the underground. And that was years ago, so yeah, I’m not relevant there anymore," I said with a laugh, brushing it off.

"Stop being humble, Demitra," Minu said, and I just shot him a glare. "But the main point is, you're stronger than everyone else. I don't even understand how you lost to Jay. No offense to my best friend." He added, but my eyes widened when I saw Jay standing by the now-open sliding door.

"You're overthinking it," I replied, picking up my bag. "Even if you say I’m strong, biking isn’t my thing anymore. I’ve already told you that. I only got back into it to help you guys out." Everyone went silent at my words. "I did have fun helping you, though. Just make sure you explain things to your friend Shelly when she finds out about that video circulating. She's going to freak out seeing her 'clone' on the screen." I glanced over at Jay, who was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, watching me closely.

"Why do you sound like you’re leaving us after this?" We all turned in surprise to see Dom awake, scratching his head and clearly just having woken up.

"We still want you to be our friend, Demitra," June said softly, his eyes gentle, making my heart ache a little. I laughed to mask the emotions stirring inside me.

I knew they wouldn’t understand, but I needed to keep my distance. Nick already knew I was in Korea, and it wouldn’t be long before he told Shelly. The last thing I wanted was to run into her at school. Call me bitter, but I was only trying to protect myself. I couldn’t afford to get hurt again, especially not after being betrayed by my old friends.

"I appreciate it. We’re still friends, you know. And I’m not leaving." At least, not yet.

They made sure I had breakfast before I could even mention going home. As expected, Dom wouldn’t stop pestering me about how it felt to be famous in England, even asking for tips on how to beat international competitors, knowing I had beaten plenty in races before. Mia and the others, on the other hand, kept trying to pry into how I knew Owen, but I kept dodging the topic. The whole time, I could feel Jay’s eyes on me, and it was driving me crazy. Our conversation from last night kept replaying in my mind, making me avoid him even more.

"Last question, how did you learn to ride a bike?" Aria asked, stopping me in my tracks. The face of a man who had been absent from my life for so long immediately flashed in my mind. His earrings were the one thing I always remembered whenever he crossed my thoughts.

"From my dad," I said, half-truth, half-lie.

"Damn, I wish your dad could teach me!" June exclaimed.

"Never again. I’ll never take lessons from dads again. The last time I did, I nearly died from how hard Shelly’s dad pushed me," Dom said, practically on the verge of tears. I feigned surprise, though I knew all too well how strict Mark could be.

"Oh, Jay, where are you going?" Aria asked when she saw him stand up.

"Home," he replied shortly, not even glancing in my direction.

"Why don't you and Demitra leave together? So she has someone to walk with," Yuna suggested, and I nearly choked. Out of all the people who could’ve said that, it had to be her. I quickly shook my head.

"Then let’s go," Jay said coldly, addressing me directly. My mouth fell open in shock before I glared at him.

After saying my goodbyes to everyone, I hopped on my bike. I saw Jay already outside, waiting for me. I sighed before riding over to him. He was adjusting his helmet when he spoke.

"You should have told them you're leaving," he said, catching me off guard.

"What?"

His tired eyes looked straight at me. "You lied to them. Don’t just disappear without saying goodbye," he said before pedaling away.

My jaw dropped as I quickly followed him.

"What makes you think I’m leaving?"

"You literally said it last night."

I clenched my jaw, trying to think of an excuse. Hurry up, Demitra! Think of something. "I have no reason to leave, Jay," I lied, but he didn’t seem to care. His indifference made me even more annoyed. "Maybe you didn’t understand what I said last night. Why would I leave? I don’t have any enemies at Sunny High."

"Do you really want to talk about this?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine. A chill ran down my spine.

"Yes! Tell me, Jay. Why would I leave?" I fired back. If you really don’t know anything, prove it. You’re hiding something. I could tell last night when you tried to act like you didn’t know. I’m not stupid.

He shook his head and sighed. "Stop asking me questions only you can answer," he said coldly. "If anything, I should be asking you that. Why are you leaving? Is there someone you’re scared to run into?"

His words struck a nerve.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped, making him stop. "I’ve had enough of your riddles, Jay. Just tell me what your issue is with me. You keep dropping hints about things you think you know, and it’s driving me insane. You keep looking at me like you’re waiting for something, and now this? Agreeing to walk me home after I literally told you to stay away from me?"

His expression shifted into something unreadable. "I don’t have a problem with you—"

"Then stop messing with me. If you know something, just say it. Tell me, what exactly did you hear from Nick?" I demanded, stopping my bike and glaring at him. His jaw tightened as he took a deep breath.

"I only told you what I heard last night, nothing more." He was lying again. What the hell? I nodded slowly, scoffing in disbelief. Ignoring him, I pedaled faster, trying to get away. Why does he keep messing with my head? What does he really know? From the way he talks, it's as if he knows everything about my secret.

I veered off the main route, taking a different path to put more distance between us. Thankfully, he didn’t try to follow. I wasn’t in the mood for another race with him. It took me 30 minutes to reach the park. I parked my bike and dropped myself onto the grass, frustrated. I held my head in my hands, trying to shake off the haunting memories.

"Is it true, Nick? Shelly’s engaged to Owen?"

"Yes, Demitra. Why? Didn’t Owen tell you? Aren’t you two close?" Nick had approached me, but I stepped back, covering my mouth. My body trembled at his words. After all this time, Owen is engaged to my friend? And Shelly knew? They both kept this from me?

Tears, which I had been trying to hold back, finally spilled over. "Demitra, why are you—" Nick began, but I cut him off.

I gripped my hair tightly, burying my face in my knees as the tears streamed down. I couldn’t understand why I still felt so much pain after all these years. I should’ve moved on by now. I should’ve forgotten them, but why was this happening to me? Why do the people I’ve been trying to forget keep coming back? My heart tightened painfully in my chest.

"I didn’t let you go just to see you cry."

I froze at the voice. Lifting my head, I saw Vinny leaning against his motorcycle, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. I quickly looked away, wiping my tears.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the race?" I changed the subject.

"It seems you really don’t care about the Sabbath, huh? The race ended a while ago," he said, lighting a cigarette. He even offered me one, but I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised I wasn’t smoking.

"Did they find out?" I asked quietly.

"See this?" He pointed to a bruise on his cheek. "That's your boyfriend’s doing," he said before tossing the cigarette, even though he hadn’t taken a puff.

"I don’t have a boyfriend," I shot back, giving him a glare.

"Wooin is a smart guy. No one can fool him," he muttered, staring straight ahead at the road. "They’re pissed. Not just at me, though."

I sighed. "I’m sorry. You fought because of me," I apologized, feeling guilty.

"We were already fighting long before this, even without you," he said casually, lying down on the grass. "So tell me, why are you here? Did Hummingbird finally kick you out after using you?" He looked at me sharply.

"You know your friends aren’t like that," I said, meeting his gaze with equal intensity.

[onlymiasu]

Nagi And Bachira fighting over you

ummm hi this is my first fanfic of blue lock about bachira and nagi fighting over y/n hope you enjoy!!

“Y/n! Let’s hang out! We can practice those passes we worked on!” Bachira grinned.

“Oh, sure! That sounds fun—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“No, she’s busy,” Nagi interrupted, tugging her toward the couch where his phone and controller were already set up.

“H-Hey! Wait a second!” Kayden blinked, confused as Nagi guided her away without a word.

“Oi, Nagi! What the heck?! I asked her first!” Bachira shouted, trying to pull her back.

“She’s playing with me,” Nagi replied lazily, his blank expression unchanging as he handed Y/n the spare controller.

Y/n frowned, sitting reluctantly beside Nagi. “Wait, what’s going on here?

“I just wanted to hang out with you!” Bachira pouted.

“Too late,” Nagi said bluntly, starting the game.

“Sei! You can’t just steal me away like that!” Y/n scolded, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, Sei! That’s cheating!” Bachira added, glaring.

“Cheating’s easier than arguing,” Nagi muttered with a shrug, his focus glued to the screen.

“Unbelievable…” Y/n sighed. She turned to Bachira with an apologetic look. “Sorry, Meguru! I’ll hang out with you later, okay?”

Bachira frowned but nodded reluctantly. “Fine… but next time, I’m calling dibs first!” He sulked his way out of the lounge.

Once they were alone, Y/n turned to Nagi, annoyed. “Seiii… Don’t’cha feel a little bad for Bachira?”

“No.” Nagi replied immediately, not looking up from the screen.

Y/n looked at him blankly. “What? How could you not feel the slightest remorse for him?”

“He should’ve known I was gonna play video games with you,” Nagi said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How was he supposed to know that….”

“Dunno,” Nagi said with a shrug, his fingers tapping lazily on his phone. “Too much of a hassle to think about.”

Y/n sighed in exasperation, crossing her arms. “Sei, I know you want to hang out with me, but it’s not good to be selfish!” She poked his cheek.

Nagi froze for a second at her touch but quickly recovered. “I just want you close to me,” he said casually, his tone as blank as ever.

“H-Huh?” Y/n stared at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Sei, are you jealous?”

“Mm,” Nagi hummed nonchalantly, his expression unreadable.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something but stopped when Nagi continued playing as if nothing had happened.

“Oi, don’t ignore me after saying something like that!” she scolded, shaking his shoulder.

“Shh. You’re gonna make me lose,” Nagi muttered, his focus entirely on the game.

Y/n sighed, slumping back into her seat. “You’re unbelievable…”

“Mm,” Nagi mumbled again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a little, her heart fluttering at his unexpected honesty. Maybe this lazy genius wasn’t so bad after all.