#still works without them. but it's more fun with them in it

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Night Owl

Pairing:Task Force 141 x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, sleep-deprived soldiers, excessive love and affection, soft Task Force 141 boys, poly if you really squint

Author's Note: I had so much fun writing this (I work nights and this is what my family stumbles upon when it comes to me lol) also, you’re Simon’s Wife🙂‍↕️

Masterlist

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The house was quiet, save for the low hum of the television in the living room. It wasn’t late for you—not by your standards—but for your husband, it was the dead of night. The world outside was silent, the sky a deep navy, and the only light in the room came from the glow of your laptop screen and a few dim lamps you had turned on to avoid waking anyone.

You had been working the night shift for months now, your internal clock flipped completely. While your husband, Simon, along with his team—who you had definitely fallen head over heels for—was used to unpredictable schedules, it still threw them off when they came home and found you awake, fully immersed in some new project at ungodly hours.

Tonight was no different.

John was the first to stir. His years in the military made him a light sleeper, so the faint rustling of paper and the quiet muttering to yourself pulled him from sleep. Blinking blearily, he glanced at the clock. 2:47 AM. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before sitting up.

Padding into the living room, he found you hunched over the coffee table, a pile of colorful yarn in front of you, fingers fumbling with a crochet hook. Your brow was furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out slightly as you tried to master the intricate loops.

“…What are you doing, love?” he asked, voice gruff with sleep but laced with affection.

You looked up, grinning. “Learning how to crochet. Figured I’d make a blanket for the couch.”

John stared at you for a long moment, then exhaled a soft chuckle as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. “Of course you are.” His eyes softened, admiring how adorable you looked bathed in the warm glow of the lamp.

Just as he was about to sit down beside you, another presence shuffled into the room. Simon, still half-asleep, padded in wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and an old hoodie, his familiar skull mask nowhere in sight. His messy blond hair stuck out in different directions, and his eyes, though heavy with sleep, immediately found you.

He blinked slowly, taking in the scene—the pile of yarn, John sitting nearby, and you in the middle of it all.

“…Why?” he asked simply, his voice low and raspy.

You shrugged, giving him a playful smile. “Keeps my hands busy. Besides, the couch could use a cozy touch.”

Simon stared for a second longer before shaking his head with a soft, fond sigh. “Thought I was dreaming when I smelled coffee. ‘S too late for this, luvie. You’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes as he made his way into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. Moments later, he slumped onto the couch beside you, his large frame sinking into the cushions. Without a word, he pulled you closer, one arm wrapped lazily around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his affection despite his sleepy state. Picking up the half-finished crochet piece, you shoved it into his hands.

“You wanna learn?” you asked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Simon sighed deeply but didn’t push it away. “You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your hand.

A quiet laugh escaped your lips as you replied, “More like I’m lucky I married you.”

Before Simon could retort, footsteps echoed from down the hall. Johnny and Kyle had apparently heard the commotion, neither willing to be left out. Johnny, with his hair a complete mess, rubbed at his face as he stumbled in, while Kyle trailed behind, wrapped in a blanket, his eyes barely open.

“Are we having a bloody crochet party at three in the morning?” Kyle mumbled, voice thick with sleep but tinged with amusement.

You grinned. “Technically, yes.”

Johnny plopped onto the floor next to you, peeking at the tutorial on your laptop. “Ah, hell, might as well learn somethin’ while I’m up.”

“Think you mean, fail to learn something,” Kyle quipped with a smirk, earning a shove from Johnny.

The room filled with soft laughter, the kind that warmed your chest. Simon’s hand absentmindedly traced slow circles on your back, while John settled beside you with a steaming cup of tea he’d made. Kyle and Johnny wrestled briefly over who got the bigger ball of yarn before ultimately giving up and sharing.

Hours passed, filled with quiet chatter, failed crochet attempts, and laughter. You showed them how to make loops and chains, guiding their hands when they struggled. Johnny’s project ended up looking more like a tangled mess than anything coherent, but he was proud nonetheless. Kyle managed to make a lopsided square, grinning when you praised him.

Simon, surprisingly, picked it up quickly, though he pretended not to care. Every now and then, he’d glance at you, watching how your face lit up when explaining something. John, meanwhile, stuck to sipping his tea, occasionally offering words of encouragement but mostly enjoying the peaceful chaos.

By the time the first rays of sunlight began to creep through the curtains, the living room looked like a cozy disaster zone. Balls of yarn were scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lay abandoned, and the boys were slumped in various positions.

John had given up and was leaning against the arm of the couch, his head tilted back, the infamous beanie covering his face. Simon was nestled against your side, his fingers still loosely curled around a tangled ball of yarn, soft snores escaping him. Johnny and Kyle were sprawled out on the floor, half-asleep, their attempted crochet projects tossed aside as they cuddled under a shared blanket.

You smiled, heart full, and pressed a gentle kiss to Simon’s temple. Setting your own project aside, you stood, grabbing pillows and extra blankets. Carefully, you placed them around your boys, tucking them in. You made sure Johnny and Kyle were cozy, pulling the blanket up to their chins. John, half-awake, murmured a soft, “Thanks, love,” as you placed a pillow behind his head.

Finally, you curled back onto the couch beside Simon, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. His face, even in sleep, was peaceful, the usual hard lines softened. You buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and calm.

“This is perfect,” you whispered, though no one was awake to hear it.

Even if it meant crocheting at three in the morning, it was moments like these that made everything worth it—surrounded by the men you loved, feeling safe, cherished, and utterly at peace.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[dollyyun]

REMINDER ✧ L.HS (FT. 02Z) [ TEASER ]

SYNOPSIS ✧ wherein your boyfriend, who has displayed possessive tendencies ever since some of his teammates had shown perverse interest in you, surprisingly allows them to have a taste of you and some fun with you, but not forgetting to remind them that at the end of the day, he’s the only one who can truly satisfy your needs and that you’re his.

PAIRINGS ✧ idol bf!heeseung x fem reader x idol!02z GENRE ✧ idol au, dynamic between characters, reverse harem element, fluffs, soft love, jealous-possessive heeseung, loverboy heeseung, (possibly)loverboys!02z, little plot WARNINGS ✧ needy and whiney reader, fivesome, unprotected sex (no!), dom!enha, mild bondage (light restraint), brief voyeurism, name calling, hair pulling, making out, degradation, manhandling, fingering, spitting, clit stimulations, cum eating, choking, spanking, creampies, overstimulations, multiple orgasms, gangbang, more to be added... TEASER WORDCOUNT ✧ 2.9K CURRENT WORDCOUNT ✧ 11K (est 30k)

PREV PART | SERIES MASTERLIST

The first time they met you when Heeseung officially introduced you to the whole team as his girlfriend, they were enthralled by your pristine-like beauty, even more so when they observed how you carried yourself in a refined manner. Initially, you were evidently shy to be in their presence during the first few hangouts, a natural reaction that was expected, considering that they’re superstars. It didn’t take too long for you to warm up to the maknae line, bonding with them as though they had been your long-lost best friends, but you’re reserved and formal around 02z despite being the same age as them.

The 02z did not take your indifference too personally, especially since they were more than aware of how unapproachable they looked, which made sense why you preferred the maknaes’ company than theirs, but they couldn’t ignore the disappointment that twinged in their chest whenever they watched you in a carefree element around the maknae line.

Was the disappointment derived from their platonic yearning in being your friend? Or was it derived from the attraction that took root within them when they first saw you?

They genuinely have no idea, but after the video call incident, when they unintentionally heard such sensual yet explicit sounds emitted from you, their attraction towards you became protrusive, and somehow, without confiding in each other, they shared the same goal that involved making you notice them.

But it didn’t seem to be working effectively when you remained awkward around them even after they made efforts to take the initiative to get close to you the way the maknae line did; well, at least two of them have been.

Sunghoon still has trouble opening up to you despite his attraction towards you, his aloof demeanour intimidating you every so often. It is more than evident in the way you tend to avoid meeting his icy gaze and how you would not-so-discreetly recoil whenever he is in your vicinity. He admits that he intentionally appears unwelcoming to you as he intended to steer clear of you since you have become Heeseung’s beloved, but he didn’t intend to get to a point where you completely avoid him like the plague. 

Jay is more than aware of how he intimidates you in the way he’s overbearing whenever he grasps the opportunity to interact with you, especially how he teases you in a way that borders on mean, which makes sense why you tend to ignore him or the way you look flustered, but in full honesty, he enjoys every little detail in your reaction — how your nose scrunches up adorably, your lips jutting into a small pout, your coloured irises burning with a familiar fiery — just how your sulky temperament easily entertains him.

Unlike the two Parks, who still master some form of restraint, Jake goes all out, unconcealing his flirtatious nature whenever he’s around you, even when Heeseung is next to you. Just like Jay, Jake enjoys the reaction he elicits out of you, how his charms often affect you even if you appear collected, but other times, he’s friendly with you, engaging you in small conversations that you keenly reciprocate, because no matter how attractive you are, he genuinely enjoys talking to you. Maybe it sounds stupid, but he feels as though he has met his twin flame. He can’t deny that despite the attraction, he has a genuine interest in being your friend.

Right, friend. How could they ever cross the boundary when you are clearly taken by Heeseung? The oldest member and their dependable Hyung, whom they grew up with for years. How could they ever show any form of disrespect towards your relationship with him? Especially when your relationship with him is far more stable than their love lives.

In spite of the persisting yet unspoken tension between them and the oldest, they genuinely respect him and his relationship with you, and how truly admirable his devotion and loyalty to you are, essentially and unknowingly setting a good example for them. Even a blind person could see how much Heeseung is irrevocably in love with you. 

Maybe it’s the void of loneliness within them that spurred them to be attracted to you, the idea of you, the idea of love despite their notion of love differing from each other’s, but the attraction towards you is unabating, and even till now, all they desire is you despite how unattainable you are.

Which is probably the reason why Heeseung may or may not be at his last straw after they had blatantly displayed their lust and attraction whenever they were in your vicinity or the interactions they had with you, as they are presently in the oldest’s room, standing in front of him like a bunch of delinquents getting reprimanded by the school’s principal.

They have long since prepared to get a hell of a beating from the oldest member that is long overdue, not that they would willingly submit to him since they still have pride in them. The door is locked shut since Heeseung doesn’t want the youngest in their team to eavesdrop on them.

The tension in the air is almost palpable, as is the deadly silence, but their eyes never stray from Heeseung’s calculated ones, and yet, his face remains unreadable despite the austerity he exudes. They have no idea what to expect, but will they be able to get out of this unscathed?

Heeseung, who has been observing them critically while he remains seated on his computer chair, finally emits a noise as he releases a sigh before loosening his taut composure. “No matter how much I want to beat the shit out of you guys, I’m not going to do that.” A humourless smirk unfurls on his lips while a spark of amusement dances in his eye. “So you can relax now.”

But neither of them dares to move a single muscle or even crack a smile, feeling dubious over his remark and his composure, as though they expect the oldest to pull a stunt.

“Are you sure?” Jay speaks up after a couple beats of silence, his eyes narrowing at the oldest, who seems wholly laid-back. “I mean, it’d be understandable and fair if you want to beat us after what happened.”

For a fleeting moment, there is a spark of temptation within Heeseung, but he shakes his head. “It isn’t worth ruining our friendship.” He states firmly before unravelling a layer of this unspoken animosity that encompassed their dynamic for two weeks. “This tension does nothing good to us if it continues because it will affect the dynamic of the team if it’s not resolved.”

“Agreed.” Sunghoon concurs, drawing their attention to him while his face remains stoic. “Sunoo informed me how different we’ve been around you lately. So I guess we should forget what happened and move past that.”

“On the contrary, I differ.” Heeseung says calmly, his expression remaining indecipherable. He heaves a deep sigh as he rubs his temple. “I’ve been thinking and reflecting ever since that day, and a part of me still refuses to accept the truth that you guys may or may not have some sort of attraction towards my girl.” He returns his stern gaze to them, his eyes hardening while his tone sounds austere. “So I’m here to ask you for the last time, and I want to hear the truth: do you or do you not lust for my girlfriend?”

The question that leaves his lips sends them flinching, most especially by how easily he enunciates those words. For a moment, neither of them dares to answer, and they silently yet collectively decide to refute, but Heeseung shoots them a warning glare.

“Don’t bother lying because I saw the way you guys looked at her the other day.” 

“Yes, we do.” Sunghoon finally admits, albeit guilt is evident in the colour of his tone as he looks away from his gaze. “Truth be told, we have always found her attractive ever since you introduced her to us. At least I know I did.” 

“But we kept our boundaries because we respected your relationship with her, we really did.” Jake adds in defensively, having a strong sense that the oldest is battling the chaotic emotions within him. “You know that we would never do anything to ruin your relationship.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t lie when I say that I found her more attractive after that incident in the hotel room.” Jay confesses, and it astounds the other two how he doesn’t look the slightest bit guilty as he continues to hold Heeseung’s gaze.

“You should be rest assured that we’re not going to do anything that might jeopardise your relationship with her.” Sunghoon informs him in an attempt to ease any doubts or worries from his mind.

Jake nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, we know how much you love her — we’ve seen how much you love her.”

They await his remark, but Heeseung continues to stare at them with indecipherable emotions, leaving them to wonder what actually goes on in his enigmatic mind. But little do they know that the oldest has made a final decision after having to battle the possessive beast within himself, as his decision involved you.

Heeseung rubs his tired face, lines of exhaustion from the lack of sleep paint his features. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been considering making our relationship open to you guys.” He divulges, his tone being carefully measured as he studies the expression on their faces, but his eyes harden briefly. “Not in the sense that it relates to poly, no, I'm too selfish to share her with you guys on that level of relationship.”

“What are you talking about, Heeseung?” Jay asks slowly, his heart palpitating at the implication while his mind is filled with pure confusion.

“I’m talking about you guys being able to have your way with her.” Heeseung elaborates nonchalantly, expecting to see some form of excitement from them, but the objection in their expression takes him by surprise.

“You’re kidding.” Sunghoon chuckles in disbelief, his eyes burning with an inexplicable fury despite his cold demeanour. “What the fuck, hyung? How could you even consider that? I thought you loved her.”

“Don’t become all principled now, Park Sunghoon.” Heeseung drawls as he leans his back against the soft cushion of his computer chair. His lips stretch into a lazy smirk. “I know that deep down, you’ve been wanting a taste of her.” 

“Woah, slow down, my guy.” Jake speaks up, getting slightly flustered by the oddity of his behaviour after noticing his possessive tendencies when it comes to you. “So let me get this straight. To put it bluntly, you’re allowing us to have sex with your girlfriend?”

“Exactly as I said.” Heeseung says calmly with his hands clasped together while resting his elbows on the armrests.

“But why?” Jay voices out his confusion. “I mean, your generosity is much appreciated, but we don’t understand. You’ve become possessive as fuck around her ever since we returned home.”

Jay has a point, but Heeseung has thought about this consideration deeply, using every rationality within him before coming into a conclusion that led to him developing a sense of pity towards his teammates. He recognised and understood that it must have been a long time since either of them had gotten laid, and with the management being strict on them, they were deprived of the privilege to, bluntly put, fuck their own fans despite the NDA serving a purpose to avoid scandals or any potential damage, but the company didn’t want any risk.

Besides, Heeseung knows that he can’t really blame them for being attracted to his gorgeous girlfriend, adding to the fact that your personality and manner are what often gravitate people towards. Hence, he has come to a decision to permit his own teammates to have their way with you, albeit there will be rules and restrictions.

“Tell me, when was the last time you guys got laid?” Heeseung asks rhetorically, raising his eyebrow at the swift avoidance in the way their eyes dart elsewhere. “A long time? Never? So why not take my offer when I’m being oh-so-generous before I change my mind?”

Collectively, suspicions brew within them as they warily stare at the oldest, who bears a smirk on his lips while he awaits their answers, feeling entirely dubious whether or not he’s testing them deliberately in an attempt to set them up. No matter how enticing the idea of them having their way with you, they wouldn’t want to risk breaking their friendship and bond with the oldest.

“What’s in it for you?” Sunghoon asks tersely, refusing to lower his guard, his icy gaze piercing, a direct challenge to Heeseung’s steely eyes. “I mean, how would this benefit you?” 

“It wouldn’t.” The genuine honesty in Heeseung’s tone seems to mollify their collective scepticism, but their demeanour remains rigid, eliciting a sigh from the oldest as he decides to deliver his sincerity in the way his eyes soften. “I’m doing this because I want to help you guys. I don’t care how much this might hurt your pride, but as your best friend, I pity you because you haven’t had the chance to get laid, and since the management is stricter on us this time, why not have your way with my girlfriend?”

“I don’t know, Hyung.” Jake mutters unsurely, frowning as he feels indecisive, torn between accepting and rejecting Heeseung’s offer.

“It’s a win-win for you guys, and possibly my girlfriend too since she gets more pleasure.” Heeseung adds, feeling more than generous to convince them.

Jay meets Jake and Sunghoon’s gaze, exchanging a silent understanding with them before directing his attention back to Heeseung. “Does she know about this? Has she even agreed to this arrangement?” 

Heeseung shakes his head. “She doesn’t know the slightest bit, but we’ll reveal it to her on the day we decide to do it with her.”

“I’m sorry, we? As in yourself too?” Jake asks in disbelief, his eyes widening slightly at the idea of Heeseung joining and watching as they might potentially obliterate you with how insatiable their needs are.

“Of course. I’m the boyfriend, aren’t I?” Heeseung smirks cockily, looking completely laid-back, but there is a predatory gleam in his gaze. “I have to make sure that you don’t break any rules, or the deal is off.”

“Afraid that your girl might catch feelings for us?” Sunghoon cracks into a grin, enjoying the scowl that contorts faintly in Heeseung’s face. “Relax, I’m kidding. She’s not even my type.” 

“So what are the rules? And what are we allowed to do with her?” Jay prods, drawing Heeseung’s attention.

“It’s simple, really. You can take her however you like, do whatever you’ve always desired to do, and you can even dirty talk to her — which, by the way, my girl’s into that — and you can kiss her on any part of her body except her lips.” Heeseung lists down with a tone of finality, leaving no room for objection or addition. His eyes are firm as he looks at them. “I can’t have you kissing my girl on the lips.”

Jake shrugs his shoulders in agreement. “Fine by me.” 

“We still need her consent.” Sunghoon reminds the bunch, his tone firm. “Because as much as I want to fuck your girl, no offence, her consent matters.”

“I know that.” Heeseung says, his features softening at the thought of you, before a familiar smugness returns, his eyes gleaming playfully. “If she agrees, it’s your luck. But if she disagrees, then I guess I should tell you good luck in advance to find other ways to get laid.”

“Man, that’s the hardest part.” Jay groans loudly, scowling in frustration. “And we can’t even fuck fans!”

“I mean, we have alternatives, if you’re up for it. We talked about it before.” Jake suggests slyly as he grins at Jay, who immediately gets a whiplash from their conversation in the past, well, more like Jake’s explicit suggestion.

“No fucking way. I’m not about to let any part of my dick make contact with yours!” Jay snarls in disagreement, disgust written over his face that Jake finds great delight in. “I wouldn’t even wanna fuck you if I swung for the same team.”

“Way to win over a man’s heart, bro.” Jake pouts his lips, only to earn a shove from Jay before they proceed to engage in their usual squabble.

“Yeah, this is the shit I have to deal with every day.” Sunghoon tells Heeseung with an eye roll while the latter simply smiles in amusement. “By the way, thanks. I’m sure it was hard for you to consider this.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m only helping you guys out.” Heeseung waves him off dismissively. “Just don’t place your hopes too high until she agrees to it."

“I have an idea to persuade her into agreeing.” Sunghoon’s bold suggestion earns an eyebrow raise from Heeseung. “But we need your permission, of course. Are we allowed to test waters and cross some boundaries with her?”

Heeseung immediately understands, and his lips twitch into a smirk, already imagining how flustered and bothered you’d be. “Yeah, sure. Just do whatever you guys wanna do as long as it gets her riled up in some way. Besides, she’s into foreplay.” He adds wittingly, earning collective groans and curses from the three as their imaginations run rampant.

“Fuck, Heeseung, you lucky bastard.” Jay scoffs out. “You really hit the jackpot with her, huh?”

“She’s amazing.” This time, a rare yet genuine smile touches Heeseung’s lips while they recognise the familiar adoration he has for you. “You guys would know once you get to know her better.”

Despite their attraction towards you, they can’t help but feel disheartened, hoping that someday they’d have their own lovers that they adore the way Heeseung does you.

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[mydarlingclaudia]

apocilypse…… simon…… fem!reader…… @vaaaaaiolet I am also going to write more of this I just had to get this out of my system first

wc : 781 · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Simon always wakes up before you.

He’s a deep sleeper, he slept lighter when he was on deployment, but those days are in the past, either way, you’re a much deeper sleeper than he is.

But the first thing he does when he wakes up is press two fingers to the pulse point in your neck.

You sleep a foot or two away from him in a sleeping bag on the dirt floor, he normally wakes you up after he throws something together to eat, you greet him with the same thankful grumble and sleepy smile. He’s far from home and you’re the only person he has, you could leave if you wanted to, he could do the same, but you follow each other through each valley and mountain chain.

Simon found you a year after the end of everything, well, more like you found him. It had been somewhere in either Wyoming or Utah, but he had stepped in a deep hole some animal had dug, not having seen it, and apparently the shout he let out when he twisted his ankle had found its way to your ears. He had bristled when you walked out of the overgrown brush, expecting you to try and rob him since he was down and had dropped his knife a few feet away, but you had helped him up and dragged him over to your small camp.

He stayed with you for a week, eating the fish you cooked and silently eyeing you, trying to figure you out without ever asking. As soon as his ankle healed, he left. For almost a week he headed north, pushing himself harder to get away from you.

But you found him. Again.

It was another mistake, but it was one you made this time.

Fire spreads fast in dry, open fields.

You hadn’t meant to do it, the fire you had made had gotten too big and there was nothing you could do to try and contain it. So you packed up your things and ran down to the river.

Simon thought you were following him when the crunching rocks under your feet made you known in the night, the knife to your throat was supposed to make it clear he didn’t care for strangers.

But when you explained that you didn’t know he had been hiding out here and that you were just trying to get away from the fire you started, his grip loosened and his knife found its way back into its sheath. He could smell the smoke and the dirt on you, he figured he owed you one, anyway.

So he let you stay, neither of you slept; he was scared you’d try to steal from him (even though most of him knew you wouldn’t), you wanted to stay awake because you knew the fire would get closer by the hour.

The two of you hiked up the mountain in the morning, figuring you’d keep heading north, you could see the smoke and burnt up earth from the summit.

That was two years ago, you and Simon have found other people along the road, but there wasn’t any kind of connection with them. That and neither of you really trusted others. It would be a small brush of your pinky against his to let him know you were uncomfortable or him crowding around you when others were around, something silent to say it’s time to go.

The world ended when people started dropping like flies, it wasn’t a sickness, they just died and there were too many fingers pointing at so many different things that everything just shut down before hell broke loose. Simon was only in America because Price said he needed a vacation and jokingly suggested Vegas, Simon decided to go just for the fun of it.

You’re everything he has now, he makes sure you’re extra bundled up in the winter, makes sure you eat enough, tries to keep you entertained, tries to do the harder work for you, anything you want, he does it. He always thought he’d be a shitty husband, given his job, but with you, with nothing else to worry about except for keeping you fed, he’s not half bad.

He’s had too many nightmares where he ends up alone, he can’t go back to that. Even before the end, even when he was still in England living his life, he was still alone. The last thing he needs is for you to die in the night and bury you alone.

So when he presses his fingers to your neck and feels the soft thump of your pulse, it’s already a good day to him.

[everythingismadeofchaos]

In my life I have tried to read comic books over and over again and I just generally don't enjoy it that much. It's just not a medium for me. I'm 52 now, so I guess it's fairly hopeless.

That said, I read The Order of the Stick years ago, online, probably half what the guy had written, and I liked it so much I decided to just buy the books. I wound up buying all of them and I read the entire series up to that point. I have no idea what he's up to these days but the thought is pinballing around in my head that I should look it up and buy any more books that he has published. Great fun. Not traditional comic books, but they were terrific.

But that's a webcomic. I just ... I just could never get into comics. At my age, I've probably tried about 10 times or something, with legit comic books, and it just never worked. I tried to read Watchmen after I watched the movie (I guess that answers that question) knowing that that was one of the best things out there in the medium and I couldn't get through it.

The one other success that I've had was when I was a kid somebody gave me a coffee table book, like 12x18 inches or something, that was all Superman comics, and I'm not exactly sure but I think they were all just reprints of newspaper comics. Like, a bunch of short daily type comic strips followed by full pages that I now believe were Sunday comics. (For those who don't know, printed newspapers had daily comic strips, usually about one or two full pages that were just a whole bunch of syndicated strips; then on the weekend they would have a giant comics section, which was kind of a comic book in the newspaper, where all of the usual weekly strips got big expanded color prints with many more panels, maybe as big as a sheet of notebook paper.)

I think I probably read that Superman book at least three times. I wish I still had it. I remember the dust cover being destroyed and it was just a red hardbound book without a cover.

So my answer is Superman

fellow comic book readers can you please reblog and tell me in the tags what character made you start reading comics? because I think it would be fun... mine was the freaking riddler

optionally u can add if you still like the character or if they weren't all you hoped for 🧐

[senipsenipsenip]

Using childhood memories as Gravity Falls headcanons again but -

Mabel has decided that whenever Grunkle Stan falls asleep in his chair, he gets a visit from the "zhuzh fairy". Aka, Mabel paints his nails in his sleep. It had started as a dare from Dipper: If she could manage to paint Stan's nails without him waking up, she'd get a dollar. After much haggling, it was decided that for every nail she could successfully paint, Dipper owed her a quarter. Luckily for her, Stan was a pretty heavy sleeper, so she could usually get at least $1.50 out of it. Unfortunately for Dipper and Stan, Dipper didn't put an end date on the bet. So Dipper spent most of the summer shilling out quarters, and Stan spent most of the summer scrubbing lighter fluid over his fingers trying to remove various neon and glitter-filled polishes.

Stan usually doesn't notice for a while after waking up. It's not like the guy's got great vision, and he's not really looking at his hands that often unless he's doing precision work. Which means he usually doesn't notice until he's down in the basement working on the portal. He gives Mabel grief about it in the morning, but while he's alone in the basement he appreciates the little reminder of the family that he still has on this side of the portal. It spurs him on all the more, thinking about how much Ford is gonna love these kids once he finally gets the chance to meet them.

When Ford does come back, Mabel doesn't catch him asleep in the open until long after Weirdmageddon. After all, Ford tends to lock his door at night, or he falls asleep over his desk in the lab. When Mabel finally finds him at the kitchen table, slumped over his latest notes, she decides it's only fair for him to be included in "family bonding activities". She doesn't expect how fast he jerks out of sleep the second she brushes his hand, or the wild look in his eyes when he slaps his hand on his hip where his holster used to be. He's extremely apologetic, and promises to replace the pink sparkly bottle of nail polish spilling over the floor where Mabel dropped it in shock. Mabel forgives him of course, and privately decides not to bother Ford in his sleep again.

Then the kids go back home, the Pines brothers go out to sea, and the Earth goes around the Sun once again. When the twins visit the next Summer, both of their grunkles seem a little more relaxed. Ford has a healthier weight to him, Stan gets those sad, distant looks far less than he used to, and though the two of them argue often, it's only ever about little things.

Except the argument about whether or not to put bread in the fridge. Dipper and Mabel were a little worried they were going to have to get the wax Larry King head down from the vents to mediate.

But a few weeks into summer, Mabel finds Stan and Ford both passed out in front of the television. Soos had sprung for a couch for the living room thank goodness. As fun as sitting on a dinosaur skull was, it was not great on the lower back. Mabel runs to grab her nail polish, pulling Stan's limp hand out of his bowl of popcorn to put bright red polish on his greasy fingers. Sure, there's a lot more crumbs in the polish than she would usually allow, but she had to work quickly. She'd have to thank Great Uncle Ford for tiring him out on their fishing trip today. She just made $2.50.

Speaking of Ford. She turned to watch him closely. Ford was fast asleep, his head resting on Stan's shoulder. His mouth had fallen open in his sleep and, oh man that's embarrassing, he was definitely drooling on Stan's shirt.

Well, red would match his sweater.

When Stan and Ford wake up the next morning, it's to find both of their nails painted the same bright red. Stan starts grumbling about lighter fluid and popcorn crumbs and "c'mon, I should at least be getting a cut of the money Dipper's giving Mabel, I'm the victim here". Ford holds up his hands to the light, grabbing Stan's to make a quick comparison. The food all over Stan's fingers doesn't help, but Ford can't help but notice how much neater his are. Like Mabel had the chance to take her time.

Stan hefts himself up from the couch, muttering that Ford had just made Mabel three dollars and that Dipper should add a clause about extra fingers to his agreement. Mabel trots in the room a moment later, smiling widely and asking how the two of them liked their manicures. Stan yells something about "back in his day", but Mabel ignores him to turn to Ford.

"I was able to make yours look extra nice," she explained. "You were really asleep. Like super relaxed."

Ford looks at his nails. "I suppose I was."

Mabel's smile widens. "Just letting you know, this is gonna be a thing for you now too. You're gonna get visited by the zhuzh fairy allllllll summer."

And Ford will remember the summer Mabel had frightened him out of his sleep. He'll remember restless nights on the boat and Stan coaxing him into bed or out of a nightmare. And he'll think about how well rested he feels, and a promise of a summer of sleep that feels so safe, his niece can hold his hands without fear.

And he'll turn to Mabel and smile. "I'm looking forward to it."

[tumblingxelian]

No Pit Madness - What the Lazarus Pit might actually do to a human brain:

So, I hate the whole "Pit Madness" BS but I do find how the brain works fascinating and ended up wondering how something like the pit might effect the brain and if it could influence behaviors in a none ableist or "Evil magic" way. So please join me as I outline a fun little thought experiment about how the Lazarus Pit could influence someone's personality, but not in the way you'd expect!

Let's begin with a fun fact!

When we experience trauma is can leave a physical mark on our brain even if it wasn't physical trauma it still mars the fleshy sponge that is our brain.

This can be useful, like learning fire = hot & the ensuing pain = bad!

It can also hard-code in a lot of really bad stuff which is why when it comes to certain mental illnesses medications to suppress certain parts of the brain need to be taken for upwards of ten years. This is to ensure the damage does not keep perpetuating itself while the brain builds new neural pathways until the source of the sickness is gone.

So, now imagine if you get dumped in a Lazarus pit and and EVERYTHING comes back in perfect clarity. That's likely why people coming out are so initially panicked and wild, they are experiencing total sensory overload on a level never before imagined!

But, the influence of the pit likely lingers as it works its way through the body and so its still repairing damage as it happens. Which is key to my next point and we'll use Ra's as an example.

Ra's was a doctor, a healer, a man who wanted to better the world. But in that journey he saw and eventually did terrible things. Things that would forever change him, quite literally in this case.

Because imagine if you will, all that stuff coming back all at once, but then imagine the Lazarus pit remnant going "Oh the brains getting damaged real fast, better fix that!"

Put simply, it effectively heals the damage done to the mind via traumas as the brain is trying to process and learn from them.

This happens be they brought up by the pit or simply on the persons mind in the immediate after effects. The brain is trying to hard code in "Thing bad" but the Lazarus pit won't allow the brain to experience that kind of damage and wins out for at least a time. Essentially fortifying the mind against taking this kind of damage.

Using Ra's as an example the longer he lives, the more he sees and does, the more this stuff compounds and the more the pit has to heal when he goes in and comes out. By virtue of getting that healing, those actions no longer have the same kind of mental or emotional impact they once did. Causing him to become increasingly alienated from the human condition and the horrors he inflicts on others.

Now, for someone who went into the pit once this is likely not a huge deal but let's go over some example using this current model:

1: Cassandra Cain was killed by Shiva and thrown in a pit, she came out and killed Shiva, something she would normally be so violently opposed to she'd die rather than do it. This isn't merely philosophical for Cassandra it is also rooted in intense trauma. But this act did not impact her the way it should. Cassandra retains her intellectual and emotional morals, but the trauma that comes with seeing or causing death no longer hits her the way it once did, because her brains now been hard-wired to be able to handle that without taking damage.

2: Bruce has if I recall been in the pit at times, so wouldn't the trauma over his parents be lessened? No, because Bruce tends to go in the pit when he's on missions and thus compartmentalizing. Thus instead the trauma is just as bad or slightly worse because its in a sense been refreshed once he's out of mission mode and the Lazarus Pit effects wear off. IE, he got factory reset but kept all his memories, now they are just clearer than ever before and that's worse.

3: Much like the the above, Jason was factory reset as far as is brains physical trauma went and so confused when he came out that he wasn't entirely clear on having died over just getting injured. By the time he did know the pits effects had worn off, so this was his brains first major "new" old trauma, and thus it responded the way a new brain does to trauma with "This is the worst thing because its the first bad thing" magnifying its impact and solidifying it in his brain.

This hasn't made any of them new people, they retain agency in their actions and beliefs. But for a physical comparison, its like how some stories have someone coming out of the pits feet be baby smooth and thus needing to build up calluses, except for the brain.

The difference is, because one retains the memories, if they are in a calm scenario and ideally unconscious when first coming out of the pit, they could wake up, calmly meditate on things and come out more or less the same as before save maybe a little more level.

Most people cannot do that and so their brain gets a jagged, clumsy, often entirely unhelpful wave of protective film over major horrors, or get to experience them again like they are brand new with no in-between. Thus meaning the results tend to be either:

"Huh, that used to fuck me up but now it doesn't."

Or

"Oh gods this is worse than I remembered it, aaah!"

Or in other words you either get over stuff you probably shouldn't or get super re-traumatized with no middle ground and neither is ideal.

[kathaelipwse]

Stuck With You

Masterlist

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Pairing: CEO!J.Yunho x Secretary!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x Sunshine

Warnings: Smau, Fluff, grumpy yunho, bickering, teasing

Word count: 1.1k

Author's note: Hie lovies! I hope y'll are fine! Enjoyyyy!! Also! Request's are open!!

Chapter 4: Close Quarters & Crossed Boundaries

The hotel suite was spacious, modern, and ridiculously luxurious, but none of that mattered the moment you stepped inside.

Because there was only one bed.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at the single, king-sized bed in the middle of the room. The crisp white sheets were practically mocking you.

Yunho, however, didn’t even blink. “I’ll take the couch,” he muttered, already setting his bag down beside it.

You eyed him, then the couch—if you could even call it that. It was one of those ridiculously fancy, decorative ones, small and barely cushioned. You glanced at him—specifically, his ridiculously tall frame. “You do realize that couch is tiny, right?”

“It’s fine.”

“You’re, like, six feet. Your legs will be dangling off.”

“Still fine.”

You sighed. “Alright. But don’t complain to me when you wake up with a stiff neck and regret your life choices.”

Yunho ignored you, already loosening his tie as if this situation wasn’t as awkward as it clearly was.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your overnight bag. “Well, I call dibs on the shower.”

Yunho rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”

You smirked at his annoyed tone, enjoying how easy it was to get under his skin. Then, without another word, you headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

The hot shower was heavenly after the exhausting journey. Once you were done, you wrapped yourself in the plush fluffy hotel robe, feeling warm and relaxed as you stepped out.

What you didn’t expect was to crash straight into Yunho’s chest.

You let out a small gasp, gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself. He had been standing near the bathroom door, picking up something from the floor—his cufflink, apparently.

Yunho froze, his hands awkwardly raised as if unsure where to place them. His eyes flickered down at you before darting away almost instantly, jaw clenching.

You arched a brow, fully aware of how fast he was avoiding eye contact. “What's wrong sir? Never seen someone in a robe before?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Shut up......and”

His eyes snapped back to yours, annoyance overtaking his flustered state. “Don’t call me that when we’re not working.”

Your smirk grew. “Oh? Yunho, then?”

He let out a sharp breath. “Just—move.”

Laughing, you stepped aside, watching as he brushed past you in a hurry, shutting the bathroom door behind him with more force than necessary.

Oh, this was way too fun.

Later that night, you lay comfortably on the soft bed, already half-asleep, when you heard a series of frustrated grunts coming from the other side of the room.

Opening one eye, you turned your head and found Yunho tossing and turning on the too-small couch.

Every time he moved, the couch creaked obnoxiously.

You sighed. “Oh my god, just get in the bed already.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I said I’m fine.”

You turned fully, propping yourself up on one elbow. “Yunho. I can literally hear your suffering.”

He muttered something under his breath but didn’t argue—because he knew you were right.

“Alright, fine,” he grumbled, finally standing up.

You smirked in victory as he begrudgingly got under the covers, keeping as much distance as possible.

“Three rules,” you said, holding up a finger for each one. “Stay on your side. No touching. No snoring.”

Yunho huffed. “I don’t snore.”

“Debatable.”

He shot you a glare before turning onto his side, back facing you. You did the same, settling into the blankets.

For a while, there was silence.

Then, unexpectedly, Yunho spoke.

“You never asked.”

You blinked, confused. “Asked what?”

“About the panic attack,” he murmured.

You hesitated before replying softly, “I figured you’d tell me when you’re ready.”

There was a pause. Then, quietly, he admitted, “My mom died in a car crash when I was seven.”

Your breath hitched.

“It was raining. Thundering like last night,” he continued, voice eerily calm. “That’s why—”

“You don’t have to explain,” you cut him off gently, seeing the pain in his eyes even though he wasn’t looking at you.

Yunho didn’t say anything after that. But somehow, you both fell asleep a little more at ease than before.

The Next Morning

Yunho stirred as the morning sunlight streamed into the room, warming his face.

He blinked groggily, trying to shift—only to freeze completely.

His arm was wrapped firmly around your waist.

His legs were tangled with yours.

And worst of all, his face was buried in the crook of your neck, breathing in your soft, warm scent.

Yunho’s heart stopped.

You were still asleep, your breaths slow and peaceful. The golden sunlight highlighted your features, making you look softer than usual, almost…adorable.

Then, his gaze dropped to your lips—slightly parted, plush and inviting.

Yunho’s breath caught.

And before he could stop himself, a small smile tugged at his lips.

She’s cute, he thought, almost fondly.

But then—reality crashed down on him like a tidal wave.

His secretary was in his arms.

His secretary was pressed against his chest.

His secretary’s lips were dangerously close, and he had just caught himself wondering how they would taste.

What the hell was he thinking?!

His entire body went rigid. Carefully—so carefully—he untangled himself from you, making sure not to wake you. His ears burned as he quickly got out of bed, practically bolting toward the bathroom.

His heart was still racing as he splashed cold water onto his face, gripping the sink.

He could not be having these thoughts.

Not about you.

Not about his damn secretary.

But no matter how hard he tried to shake the feeling, one thought remained, lingering in the back of his mind like a forbidden whisper.

He wanted to kiss you.

And that was something he should never want.

....To Be Continued.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Red, white, and you

Sam Wilson x ex widow!reader

Summary: After weeks of flirting with his ex-Widow teammate, Sam finally gets a date. Their dinner is filled with playful banter, and by the end of the night, he realizes this is just the beginning of something real between them.

Word count: 2077

Notes: no Captain America: Brave New World spoilers :)

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Sam Wilson had always been a flirt. It wasn’t something he planned—it just came naturally. A well-timed smirk, a smooth compliment, a playful wink. It worked more often than not. But not with you.

You were different.

Ever since you started working with him, assisting on missions as part of your post-Red Room life, he’d been laying it on thick. Nothing serious—just harmless teasing, soft smiles, lingering glances. But no matter how hard he tried, you never gave him anything back.

No blushes. No flustered reactions. No teasing remarks in return.

Nothing.

And yet, that only made him want to try harder.

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“Nice work out there,” Sam said as the Quinjet settled down after a mission. “Didn’t know deadly could look that good in combat boots.”

You glanced at him, unimpressed. “Didn’t know Captain America had time to flirt mid-fight.”

“Multitasking is a skill,” he shot back with a grin. “And I’m great at it.”

You shook your head, unbuckling your harness. “Uh-huh.”

Sam sighed, watching you walk off. Another swing, another miss.

Bucky, sitting across from him, chuckled. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“Not when it comes to her,” Sam admitted, rubbing his chin. “I mean, I’ve faced off against aliens, rogue supersoldiers, and angry government officials, but this?” He gestured toward you as you disappeared down the hall. “This is my toughest battle yet.”

Bucky smirked. “Hate to break it to you, man, but I think she’s immune.”

“Nobody’s immune forever,” Sam muttered, determined.

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Over the next few weeks, he kept at it.

Casual compliments. Light touches on your arm. Offering you his jacket when the night got chilly. Always being the one to check in after missions, making sure you were okay.

And still, nothing.

At this point, it wasn’t just flirting anymore. It was a challenge.

But more than that? It was real.

The more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to know. Not just about your combat skills or your past as a Widow—but about you. What made you laugh? What made you smile? What made your eyes light up, just a little?

So he kept trying.

Until, one night, everything changed.

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The two of you were alone, finishing up after a mission. The others had left, but Sam had stayed behind, claiming he had “Captain America duties” to take care of. In reality? He just wanted more time with you.

“Let me guess,” he said as you wiped down your weapons. “You’re about to run off without saying goodnight?”

You paused, glancing at him. “Would you rather I salute you first, Captain?”

“Damn, that’s cold,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “Here I am, keeping you company, being all charming, and I don’t even get a ‘goodnight, Sam’?”

You shook your head, setting your weapons aside. “You never stop, do you?”

“Not when I know what I want.” His voice was softer now, more serious. “And I think you know that by now.”

You held his gaze for a long moment. Then, before he could say anything else, you stepped forward, grabbed the front of his suit, and kissed him.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t hesitant. It was firm, decisive—like you were making a point.

Sam barely had time to react before you pulled back, staring at him like you were waiting for some kind of response.

He blinked. “Okay, hold up. Did I just win?”

You sighed. “Not everything is a battle, Sam.”

“Then what was that?”

You crossed your arms. “That was me making sure you finally shut up.”

He grinned. “Damn. You could’ve done that weeks ago.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright. Since I clearly am getting somewhere now—how about dinner?”

You raised a brow. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I am asking you on a date,” he confirmed. “No missions, no weapons, no Quinjet. Just me, you, and a very overpriced restaurant.”

You considered it for a moment. Then, with a small smirk, you nodded. “Alright, Captain. One date.”

Sam grinned. “See? I told Bucky you weren’t immune forever.”

You rolled your eyes, but for the first time, he caught it—the small, amused twitch of your lips. And just like that, he knew he was in trouble.

Because he was going to want so much more than just one date.

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Sam Wilson had faced high-stakes missions, political pressure, and life-threatening situations. But standing outside your door, waiting for you to answer, was somehow way more nerve-wracking.

When the door finally opened, he had to take a second.

“Damn,” he said, looking you up and down with a slow grin. “You clean up nice.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t hide the slight smirk as you stepped out. “You’re acting like I don’t look good in tactical gear.”

“Oh, you do,” Sam assured, offering his arm. “But this? This is unfair.”

You gave him a dry look but took his arm anyway. “Let’s go before you start reciting poetry.”

He chuckled, leading you to the car.

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The restaurant was nice. Really nice. White tablecloths, dim lighting, expensive wine—definitely a step up from their usual post-mission takeout.

“You trying to impress me, Wilson?” you asked as you sat across from him.

Sam smirked. “That depends. Is it working?”

You took a slow sip of your drink, watching him over the rim of your glass. “Jury’s still out.”

Sam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright. What would impress you?”

You shrugged. “You’re the one who’s been trying for weeks. Shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?”

Sam exhaled a laugh. “See, that’s the thing about you—you don’t make anything easy.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Not at all,” he admitted. “Frustrated? Absolutely. But surprised? Never.”

You smirked, setting your glass down. “And yet, here you are. Buying me dinner. Trying to win me over.”

“That’s because I like a challenge.”

The way he said it—low, smooth, confident—made something flicker in your expression, but you covered it quickly.

“You must, considering you’ve been at this for weeks,” you teased.

“More like months,” Sam corrected. “But who’s counting?”

You quirked a brow. “So you’re saying you were flirting with me before I even noticed?”

Sam grinned. “Oh, you noticed. You just pretended you didn’t.”

You leaned back in your seat, tilting your head. “And what makes you so sure?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Because nobody ignores me that perfectly unless they’re trying to.”

You exhaled a small laugh, but didn’t argue.

Sam took a sip of his drink, watching you carefully. “So what changed?”

You met his gaze, your fingers idly tracing the rim of your glass. “You didn’t give up.”

He tilted his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Most guys? They stop trying when they don’t get what they want right away. They lose interest. Move on.” You paused, then looked at him. “You didn’t.”

Sam’s expression softened. “Because I meant it.”

You held his gaze for a long moment.

Then, you smirked. “And because you don’t like losing.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “That too.”

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By the time you left the restaurant, the city had settled into a quiet hum, the streets glowing with soft yellow light. Sam walked beside you, hands in his pockets, stealing glances your way.

“Y’know, this is the part where most people say they had a good time,” he teased.

You hummed. “Most people aren’t me.”

Sam chuckled. “Right. Forgot who I was dealing with.”

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “I did have a good time,” you admitted. “You’re not a bad date, Wilson.”

Sam grinned. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He stepped a little closer. “No promises.”

There was a pause—a small, charged moment where neither of you moved, neither of you spoke.

Then, without warning, you grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him into a kiss.

It wasn’t cautious, wasn’t slow. It was firm, certain—decisive, just like the first one.

Sam barely had a second to process it before he kissed you back, his hands settling on your waist, pulling you even closer. The world around him blurred, the sounds of the city fading into nothing. All he could focus on was you—the warmth of your lips, the press of your body against his, the way you kissed like you had nothing to lose and everything to give.

When you finally pulled away, Sam exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You really don’t do anything halfway, huh?”

You smirked, your fingers still curled around his jacket. “Not my style.”

Sam grinned, shaking his head. “I think I’m in trouble.”

You stepped back, your smirk still in place. “Took you this long to figure that out?”

He laughed, running a hand over his face. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

Sam tilted his head. “So… what now?”

You shrugged. “That depends. Are you gonna keep flirting, or are we past that stage?”

Sam’s grin widened. “Oh, I’m never gonna stop flirting with you.”

“Good,” you said, turning to walk away. “I’d hate to think you were getting lazy.”

Sam chuckled, falling into step beside you. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

You shot him a glance. “Did you just call me sweetheart?”

Sam smirked. “What, you want something else? Doll? Baby? Mrs. Wilson?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, bumping his shoulder against yours, “you’re still here.”

You didn’t answer right away.

But when Sam felt your fingers brush against his, just for a second, before you pulled away, he knew.

This wasn’t just a date.

It was the start of something real.

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Omg! Omg! Jealous Steb!! 😩 like another enforcer was just talking with the Fem!Reader and Steb notice it and oh boy 🙈 maybe he could be a person with not so many words, but he knows how to defend what is his. Kissing you in front of the enforcer only by impulse 😻 always keeping eye contact with the enforcer and once the kiss is done, he takes you away to another place only for keep kissing you with more passion that never 💓💕

What do you think? 😽💖

Ooooooouh Jealous good boy 😈😈❤️❤️

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . Steb x F!reader. 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Tags : Steb is selectively non-verbal, beginning of the relationship, Jealousy, covetousness, Protectiveness, secret relationship, making out

Steb looks at the clock and lets out a sigh of relief. 

This is the end of his shift. 

He types the final word of his report and makes his spin pop satisfyingly. He turns off his terminal and stands up to head to the lockers to take his stuff and wait for you. 

He cannot wait to escort you home holding your hand, this day was long and dry and he feels pretty frustrated. Feeling your hand in his will probably help him relax... Surely even. 

He cannot refrain from a silent giggle as he imagines you leaving the station and your face illuminating when you spot him, rushing to his side and kissing his mouth chastely with your soft lips. 

Maybe he will buy you a rose on the way, just to make you smile one more time. 

Maybe you will invite him inside for the first time to have coffee!  

Or maybe it is too soon in your relationship for him to enter your house... 

Maybe it would be better to invite you for a coffee on the way back to your home. He doesn’t want to intrude on your intimacy and jump the guns with you. He wants to take his time, for both of your comfort. 

He is a reserved and modest man after all. 

You did not even announce your couple to your colleagues, preferring the intimacy of a secret for now. Steb prefers for you both to find your marks in the relationship before exposing it to the eyes of others. 

For now, he finds his solace in hugging you and holding your hand once work is done. 

Sigh... Such soft and warm thoughts. 

As he approaches the locker he spots you discussing with a colleague.  

His ears twitch in excitation seeing you but  

he freezes still...  

Something is not right. 

Your back is pressed against the lockers and you press your purse tight against your chest while you nod politely but clearly uncomfortably to your colleague. The man is smirking, fixing you as his hand is pressed against the lockers, trapping you between them and his body while he talks 

You clearly do not want to be here but the crude man doesn’t care. 

A biting cold sensation spreads in Steb’s stomach 

And right after that 

A burning wave of indignation and... 

Ferocity 

Without even thinking he advances straight toward you too with long stride. 

“You should come to see me play cutie, I am a monster on the field, it will be fun!” He hears the man drooling with a honeyed voice to impress you 

“I don’t know...” Your eyes catch Steb’s movement and you turn your head with relief, “Oh! Lieutenant Steb! Good evening, Sir!” 

Steb immediately circles his arm around your shoulders to pull you to him, pressing you against his chest, shooting the crude man down with his blue eyes. You gasp in surprise at that sudden demonstration but do not try to walk away from his protecting embrace. 

“Hey, man! I was talking to the Lady!” The idiot spits, displeased. 

Steb feels his ears tensing up under the indignation, lowering as a sign of defiance to his impolite rival, a pissed-off growl escaping his gritted teeth. Gently, he grabs your chin between two fingers to tilt your head back and capture your lips. Once again you are taken by surprise, but your reaction is stifled by the kiss. 

Steb kisses and savor your mouth pleasantly until he boldly enters it with his tongue to meet yours for the very first time. 

He wanted the first real kiss to count and happen on a romantic date... 

But seeing that man keeping you trapped like that while you clearly wanted to walk away made him furious! 

His gaze slides to the nuisance looking at you both with eyes round like saucers.  Steb frowns and keeps growling his warning in the kiss, not breaking eye contact with the idiot that finally groans, waving dismissively at you two. 

“Whatever man...” He complains walking out the door. 

Steb feels his frown relax and closes back his eyes to better savor the kiss, tilting your head back for deeper access as he robs you of your air, his growl melts into a deep purr as he takes a fistful of your hair, pressing you tight against the lockers getting lost in the sensations of your love, kissing you like he never did until now, devouring your mouth sensually with a pleased moan. 

The nuisance walked away, he should release you now 

Or... 

Or he could just... Keep going, just a little bit, just for two more seconds 

He hears your purse falling to the ground as you grip his uniform, panting in the kiss as his tongue caresses yours tenderly. 

He gulps, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest as he feels the warmth of your body against his, so fragile between his hands. 

He will be very careful 

Very tender 

To not break you to pieces or scare you 

You moan in the kiss like you were parched and finally found an oasis, this sounds so sexy and cute Steb cannot help his ears flapping around as his body temperature starts to rise with excitement. He feels your soft hand disheveling him, combing your fingers in his strands. 

“Ah...! Steb...” You manage to prononces before he captures your lips again 

The two more seconds are long passed, but he keeps finding good reasons to keep going just a little more 

Who knows? Maybe the crude man could come back for you... Steb must stay to protect you, son petit coeur. 

He- 

“And that’s when I told hi-WOW?!” A voice resonates on the other side of the corridor. 

Steb jumps, all his fins frozen with tension as three other colleagues are at the door with a little grins, getting an eyeful of the outrageous spectacle you offered. 

“Oh my, Steb... With whom-” 

In one heartbeat, Steb grabs your purse on the ground, grabs your hand, and runs. He feels his cheeks burning and he must be blushing red in embarrassment and arousal. But he prays they did not have time to see who he was kissing. 

Let’s hope at least your privacy and identity were preserved.  

He hears cheers and laughs behind you two and now they chase you like children! He knew the station loved gossip but that goes too far to his taste! 

He catches a closet in his sight and quickly enters it with you right behind. Locking the closet shut, he embraces your body tight and turns his back to the door to completely hide you if ever they entered. 

Shielding you with his own body. 

He awaits with a beating heart, listening closely... 

The laughs and precipitated steps  approaches quickly 

And vanish away 

Steb releases a breath he did not realize he was holding. 

“St-Steb... Can’t breathe... Grip too tight...” He hears your muffled voice, your head pressed in his chest as he holds you like his life depends on it. 

He releases you, feeling his cheek scales waving with embarassment. 

First, he steals an outrageous kiss from you, then he gets you busted by colleagues and now he almost chokes you! Is it possible to fumble harder, he wonders? 

You take a big breath as he replaces your hair, flattens your uniform, and checks if you are all right nervously. 

“I am all rigth Steb, I am...” You manage to say under all his attentions. 

He sighs of relief and grabs your two cheeks to press his lips on yours again, like he did not get his fill of you back at the lockers 

And he did not 

That kiss unlocked a new part of his psyche 

An hungy part 

A ravenous part 

He presses his tongue to the gate of your lips to demand access. He enters when you open to breathe pushing you back against the wall, jailing between the cement and his tall body, pressing his body against yours, reveling in your feminine curves against his hard muscles, the softness of your skin against the roughness of his scales, the infinite tenderness of your warmth against his colder organism 

He moans loudly in the kiss, his tongue tingling with all your pheromones he can taste in your saliva sending fire to his soul, his mind and his loins. 

He purrs as he feels your arms wrapping around him to keep him close. 

He finally breaks the kiss when he feels you are about to fall from lack of air, looking right into your feverish eyes as you both pants, two hearts beating together. You look disoriented and febrile, not knowing what to do, what to say, what to do. 

Is that... His effect on you? 

Can he really push you so far thay you make such a... delectable expression, eyes full of desperate desire and adorable shyness at the same time?  

Interesting... 

He quite like that, in fact. 

He wants you to always look at him in such a way. 

“... Steb” You breath, panting, lips swollen with his languorous kiss 

His purr deepens as he presses his forehead to yours, diving into your soul through your eyes. 

How he wants to drown in such eyes... 

He always adored your eyes, so hypnotising and... exalting 

He tenderly kisses you again 

Soft, gentle kisses while he feels your body temperature skyrocketing with his in this fateful embrace. 

“... Do you think they are gone?” 

He shrugs, gently cradling you left and right 

“I am sorry... I know you wanted to stay secret a little bit longer...” You gulp. 

He hugs you tighter. 

You have nothing to say sorry for, it was his doing. 

Yes, he wanted to keep the secret a little more before announcing to everyone else, but... If this is the price to pay to ensure no other crude colleague traps you in a corner, he would do it again 

Without hesitation 

He kisses your forehead and then your hand, pressing it against his beating heart slowly calming down from that... steamy display of affection. 

“This was not your fault... I love you.” 

This is all he can say before his voice could break and he starts coughing his lungs out in the pain. 

But you understand him, like no one else before, and you simply nod. 

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Steb.” You thank him, snuggling against him. 

He presses his nose in your hair and inhale your scent deep into his lungs with sheer delight. 

No need to thank him, petit coeur. 

No need to thank him. 

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[citranna]

There’s a new kid in Park Row.

Jason knows every single kid on the street, and this one is distinctly not one of them. Hell, judging by that scraggly bright red sweater, he’d be surprised if he’s even from Gotham. Still, the beat up sneakers and pants that are one size too small show he’s not gonna be a target for robbery.

He’s been here for about what, two weeks now? The kid’s been popping in and out of corridors and thin gaps between buildings, alert, without having a solid address. He hasn’t been seen with anyone consistently either. No parents, probably. If he had any Jason would’ve figured out where they live by now. The question is why he’s here. What could a street kid be looking for in Gotham that he wouldn’t get in his (most likely) better home city?

He’s careful when approaching him. The helmet scares the little ones, so he dawns his domino instead. Hands up and away from his body and at a respectable distance, Hood greets him.

“Hey kid.”

The boy turns his head around quick, eyebrows shooting to the top of his head before his eyes alight with recognition. Good, he knows him. It’ll make things easier. An uneasy smile spreads across the kids lips as he offers a small wave in greeting.

“Yeah, nice to meet you. What brings you to Park Row? You looking for something?”

The boy does nothing but shrug. Real helpful. Then again, it could be because…

“Can you speak?”

He brings his hand up and tilts it side to side. A symbol for ‘So-so, ish’. He could work with that, weirder shit has happened in this alley. He fishes into his breast pocket for a notepad and pen, thankful the kid doesn’t seem panicked in the slightest at the motion. Carefully, he draws closer to hand him the items.

Up close and directly under the moonlight, the kid looks around ten, but if he’s anything like the kids in the alley and himself at that age, he’s probably malnourished. He’s probably more like twelve, give or take.

The boy nods his head in thanks (cute that he has such good manners) and scribbles down a sentence in okay-ish handwriting, turning the pad to show Jason.

‘Can’t talk right now, lost my voice. I’m just looking around here.’

Jason scoffs. “There’s better places to look around, y’know, even if you don’t got cash. If this is just for fun I’d pick a better, cooler spot.”

Another line gets jotted down, faster than the last. ‘It’s cool, I think. It’s nice in its own way. I won’t be staying for much longer anyways.’

Interesting. His mouth opens to ask for more, but he finds itself quickly slamming shut. Although this kid is among the most friendly and open one he’s met (and oddly a smooth talker too—Jason feels compelled to just believe him and not question him further, but he’s able to push that weird feeling down) but it’s probably best not to push his luck and pry further.

“Cool, cool. If you ever need a place to stay for the night, there’s a new shelter right down the street we just built. My uh…office, is nearby too.”

The kid nods, a glint of knowing mischief in his eye. Jason waves, letting him walk calmly away from the direction of the shelter and straight towards the subway system where he disappears every night.

Yeah. Gotham’s definitely haunted.

[midnight-mourning]

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💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 13💘💘

Hello! Finally finishing these up, bit of a busy weekend and this one in particular got VERY long lol, that being said hope you enjoy!

Prompt: i really liked that one promptober you made about the reader having robophobia ( cause sun killed a few workers and has been avoiding him ever since, scary ass animatronic) is it possible to have a prompt where yn is doing better, has work besties. Aside from the constant threat of being brutally murdered by a friendly animatronic, theyre work life is chill. Its around valintines day where y/n has made friends with the cute new girl. Both have platonic feelings for each other while also being flirty (satire, gotta kiss the homies goodnight) with each other, kissing cheeks, hold hands, other friendly touches. However this does not go unnoticed by our favorite daycare attendants. They too try to be playfully flirty and touches yn any chance they get. However envy gets the better of them when they want to be yn's valentine...

Word Count: 3475

Content warning: non-graphic mentions of death, dying, violence, etc.

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"Good morning!" A voice greets as you walk into the break room. 

You look up from your phone, small, tired smile on your features. "Ah, morning Jaz."

"You sleep alright?" She asks, taking a sip of her coffee. "You look exhausted."

You wince, a reminder of your nightmare last night coming forth. 

Running, running, running, tripping, falling. Claws sinking in, a scream ripped from your throat, cruel laughter ringing in your mind as it happens and being able to do nothing to stop it—

You shake your head. It was just a dream. They hadn't figured you out. At this point, you don't know if they ever would. Lucky, you'd been so, very lucky so far that they were solely focused on being your friend. Not a bit of suspicion in either of them as to what you knew. 

You hoped to god it'd stay that way, too.

Several months have passed, and you haven't beared witness to anything quite so terrifying since. Though, you'd made sure you wouldn't. You never let yourself get caught up in the evening hours, and you never let yourself be alone with either Sun or Moon. 

Save for the few times they'd managed to make such a scenario happen themselves, however.

Sun had meant it when he said he'd cure your 'robophobia'. They were sure trying their hardest, at least. 

Chatting with you every time you came to drop off a delivery or supplies, dragging you along to partake in some on days they were—suspiciously—lacking a helper. Sun particularly like to play hide and seek or house, whereas Moon wouldn't let you leave until you took a nap. 

Both made it their mission to be as up close and personal as they could too. Touches lingering just a tad too long, cornering you in one way or another, tones playful, cheeky. To an outsider it would seem like harmless fun, but to you, all it did was make you keep your guard up more. Which in turn, only made them try that much harder. 

It was a vicious cycle, but after the incident that occurred a little or a month ago, you could at least say—for now—that your chances of dying were significantly lower than you'd have thought otherwise. 

You'd forgotten your keys. Or maybe lost them, you still weren't entirely sure. You'd gone through every inch of the Plex where you'd been working that day, without a sign of them. There was only one place you hadn't checked, and it scared you to your core. 

You had debated whether to knock on the doors or not. Ultimately deciding that you'd rather take your chances slipping in and out unnoticed then actively invite the devil to your doorstep. Or you to the devil's, you realize there's little point to figuring it out much further. 

The speakers play the usual tune, the space is empty as can be as you peek inside. 

A quick glance around and you spy your keys on the desk. It takes everything in you to not make a beeline for them, instead walking calmly over and picking them up. You're about to turn back around when—

*Thump!*

Directly. Behind you. 

"Hello Sunshine! What brings you here so late? Did you stop by just to see little ol' me?" Again, that cheeky voice that perhaps only you can hear the sinister undertones of.

You suppress the scream and the shiver you want to let out. Instead, you turn around with a small, forced, smile. "H-hi Sun! I was just um, looking for my keys. And what do you know, they were in here all along!" You lift them up, making yourself laugh to keep your nerves in check. "I'll get out of your hair now."

"Silly, silly, I don't have any hair! And besides,"—a hand to your wrist, tone dropping just a tad—"You just got here. Would be a shame to leave so soon, hm?"

You start to falter. "I—"

"So come on then! You look ready to fall apart at the seams, and I can't have that happening to my favorite little assistant!" Sun shifts his grip to your hand, pulling you further along into the Daycare. "Don't you worry, I have just the thing to ease that tension."

He pulls you over a set of beanbags, he guides you to sit down in one, while he does in the other. Before you can blink, there's a coloring book and crayons in your lap. 

"Coloring is always soothing for the soul!" He states, finger pointing up in an affirming manner, then gets to work on his own book. 

There's only one thought in your head at that moment; you're going to die here. 

But, you're not quick enough to make a break for the door, so you have no choice but to accept your fate. Shaky hands gripping crayons in an attempt to distract yourself from your impending doom. 

As you go along, Sun pesters you constantly with conversation and questions. It confuses you, does he just like playing with his food or what? 

You answer best you can, but all the air leaves your lungs when he pops a question you were more than simply fearing. 

"—since we're such good friends, right?"

You freeze, and curse yourself for it, mouth feeling like glue as you tumble out a stuttered response. "Y-yeah. We're friends."

"Best friends?" Sun presses, leaning in close, you're waiting for him to take hold of you and slam your face into the mats just like—

"A-ah. Um, I don't know, I-I guess so? Sorry, I've um, not really had a best friend before..."

You were so screwed. 

Yet, Sun doesn't miss a beat, words a light as ever as he pouts. "Oh, well that won't do. I'll just have to keep trying until you feel completely confident in the notion that we are!"

And you were still standing the next morning. You don't know if it was a fluke, or what, but it certainly didn't seem that way. You'd take what you could get, though, and double, triple checked that you had all your belongings in their proper places from then on. 

Jaz clears her throat. Right. Back to the present. 

She'd been a nice change of pace over the last month or so. A fresh face to help you with things or pass in the hall. You were the same age, and related to each other a lot. It was… nice. To have someone to talk to, even if she couldn't know even the beginning of what you'd witnessed. 

But, you could tell her little things, insignificant, things that nobody could pick up on. 

"I had a nightmare, is all. I'll be alright." You sit down in the chair beside her, sighing. 

She tsks. "You seem to have a lot of those."

"It's not a willing participation, I assure you." You're rubbing your eyes when you spy a steaming mug being held in front of you. "Oh, you didn't have to do that."

A shrug. "Wanted to. Now drink up, I heard from Gary that we've got a lot of inventory to move today."

"Going to be a great morning then." You mutter into your cup as she snickers. 

Work had in general been a lot easier with the additional help, and just in general because of your new friend. She made you laugh, cheered you up on your rougher days, and was just in general a light in your life as of late. Not to mention, she'd inadvertently managed to help you overcome your fear of being touched you'd developed from witnessing the Attendants' actions. 

It was simple things, like touches to your shoulder and arm. Holding your hand and dancing around at the end of the work day, jokingly flirting and cheek kisses and the likes. No double meaning or the likes either, Jaz was just like that with everyone, you'd soon found. It eased you in a way you couldn't describe. You could relax around her and it felt like you'd gotten a bit of normalcy back into your day to day. 

Not to mention, through getting to know Jazz you'd gotten a bit more confidence in talking to others at work, and now had several coworkers you'd consider friends both in and outside of work. Things were… weird beyond that, but at least for the moment they were going alright. 

"So then I finally just told him, 'boy if you don't get your act together, she's going to leave you' and do you know what he said?" 

You snicker, adjusting the boxes in your arms. "What?"

"'But that's so much work'" She exaggerates the tone, with an extended groan and you let out a shocked laugh. "Like? Excuse me? You can't be serious right now."

You're still laughing hard as she pushes the roll cart through the Daycare doors. "That's insane. Does he just not care or is he stupid?"

"Between you and me,"—she leans in, voice low—"I think it's both. Fu-freakin' moron."

You giggle, about to give a quip in response when a loud voice interrupts.

"Good morning Starshine! Oh, and hello Jaz!" Sun stands just to your left, you don't know how you didn't hear him. "I didn't know you knew each other!"

Jaz lets go of the cart, arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Sure do! We're stuck being storage monkeys together. They've been a big help in showing me the ropes."

"As if you needed help, it's pretty straightforward." You set down the boxes in your arms finally. 

You glance over and see Jaz put her hand to her chest, feigning misery. "Oh, but if it weren't for you, i'd be completely and utterly lost! I don't know what I'd do without you, my best friend." She makes kissing noises at you as you laugh, gagging. 

"Knock it off." You swat at her lightly, then you look up to Sun. "If you just tell us where you want everything, we'll move it, Sun. Stop it!" You shove Jaz away as she pretends to try and kiss you cheek again. 

There's a snap then, drawing your attention to the attendant, you see the marker he'd been holding is broken in half, movements stiff as he glances down to look at it. 

"Oh. What a shame. Follow me, I'll show you exactly where to put everything." He turns, steps precise as he marches across the Daycare. 

While you pick up on the shift, Jaz doesn't seem to, simply taking hold of the cart again and following after him. You debate for a moment, and against your better judgement, swipe a wet wipe from the desk. The supply closet is tucked away in a hallway lacking light. So much so that it's Moon who finishes leading you. 

While Jaz starts to unload things in the closet, Moon waits at the doorway, attentive, unyielding in his gaze.

You clear your throat. "Um, need some help with that?"

His faceplate snaps to look at you and you swallow. It clicks to the side a few times as he examines you.

You nod to his hand, which you've no doubt is stained a deep purple by now. "I meant with the um, marker."

"Ah, thank you, Star." Moon snickers, opening his hand for you to wipe it off. 

You take his hand in both your own, wiping off where the marker has changed the color. It's a bit harder to do in this low light, but you manage. 

You don't expect Moon to speak up again. "Best friends?"

It takes a moment to click to you. "Ah. Yeah. We are."

Moon makes a noise then, grating, you can't make sense of it. So, you just ignore it and finish cleaning him up before going to help Jaz. Had you paid closer attention, you'd have noticed how tightly his hand grips the doorway, making it creak under the pressure. 

After that day, you notice that both Sun and Moon have somehow become more clingy. 

It wasn't just short conversations and little activities anymore. It was full blown discussions and non-stop things to do. Anytime you tried to protest that you were far too busy to spend so much time with them, they simply argued that nobody would say a thing. Which, they were right, your manager didn't seem to care in the slightest. 

Those touches from before were ramped up, in that there was more hand-holding, more hugs, more everything, that you'd let them get by with, that is. All of their previous efforts from before felt ramped up, and you had no idea as to why. Not to mention that they appeared to be more flirty as well.

And then came February. 

Right from the start of the month, something was different with them, you could tell instantly. And you soon found out what. 

When you came in to drop off supplies or such, there'd be little notes or doodles waiting for you. You'd find their comments going from less friendly to having a more flirtatious connotation. And all of it only got worse the closer you got to Valentine's Day. 

"Sunshine, come dance with me!" Sun would say, dragging you with him to spin through several songs. Hand on your hip and words soft as he gave you compliment after compliment.

Moon would do similar, asking you to sit with him and read the children stories at naptime, watching over your shoulder and softly singing your praises. Or even better, acting out the stories with you, especially enjoying the more romantic fairy tales in particular. 

And the thing was, much like their attempts at friendship, all this doting felt genuine. 

It confused you beyond belief, besides the fact that it concerned you deeply. You were already struggling enough with this 'friendship' you'd been cornered into with the murder robots, the fact that they were acting as if they were romantically interested was only making things worse. 

The morning of Valentine's you were a ball of nerves. You were hoping—praying, really—that they wouldn't try anything, though you knew the unlikelihood of that happening. At this point, your feelings were so confusing, twisted. You thought they'd approached you because they knew you knew what they'd done. And yet, countlessly time and time again you'd been—seemingly—proven wrong. 

"You alright over there, Sunshine?" 

You jolt at the nickname, sending a scowl Jaz's way. "Not cute."

"I think it suits you well." She snickers, checking her phone. "What's on the agenda for today, boss?"

You tsk. "Not your boss. And I have no idea, I haven't checked yet." You rub your face, pulling up your schedule, only to find it's blank. You sit up, muttering. "That can't be right..."

"Something wrong?"

You try refreshing the page, no luck. "Yeah, my schedule's empty. See if you can pull up yours."

After a moment, Jaz holds up her phone, her own schedule showing up without issue. 

You both share a confused look. 

"Dude, did you get fired?"

You feel flustered fear build up in you then. "Better not of. They have no reason to get rid of me."

It's then that you notice an email in your inbox. Clicking on it, you see it's from your manager, telling you to see him in his office about a 'change of location'.

"I don't remember you saying anything about wanting to transfer." Jaz comments as you stand up. 

You shake your head, grabbing your jacket. "I didn't."

On your way to your manager's office, passing by the Daycare, you hear a low whistle calling out to you. 

You turn, it's dark, the only light is glowing red eyes on the top of the wall. Knowing you don't have much a choice, you walk over. 

"Hi, Moon." You say, unsure. "How's um, naptime?"

He twists, hanging upside down from the wall. "Boring. No one to talk to."

"Well what about Jean—" You cut yourself off, words dying in your throat with realization. 

Moon doesn't catch it, instead snickering to himself. "Sick."

Something in your gut tells you that's not in the slightest bit the truth. 

"Ah. Gotcha. Well, I should get going now." You wave and turn around. "See you later."

*Thump!*

A hand resting on your shoulder, and the sudden up close and personal presence behind you startles you, to say the least. 

"Wait. Have something for you."

You swallow the urge to run away. "Oh?"

"Mmhmm." Moon hums, right beside your ear. "Close your eyes."

You do, it's not as if there's a scenario where you don't. 

A pause. You're half-expecting something terrible, be it something grotesque or even something as cruel as your own end—

"Open."

Flowers. It's flowers. 

Origami flowers, at that. You're impressed by the intricacy of the folding, they're delicate, precise. Something that would have taken even the most skilled of individuals genuine time and care to make. 

And you're being presented a massive bouquet of them.

"Wow..." You trail off, consumed with genuine awe. "I, for me?"

Moon snickers, faceplate spinning once. "Happy Valentine's, Little Star."

Right, Valentine's. You'd entirely forgotten for a moment. 

While you're in your daze, Moon plucks a flower from the bouquet and tucks it behind your ear. He then sets the bouquet into your arms with a gentle pat, then hops back up on the ledge. 

"See you later~" Another giggle, and he's gone, leaving you dumbfounded. 

Your boss hardly glances up at you when you step into his office. "Ah, finally. Sit down, let's make this quick."

You sit down, still not quite thinking clearly as a stack of papers is tossed in front of you. 

"Sign these, and then I'll switch you over to the Daycare in the system. Their liability and the likes since you're working one-on-one with the Attendant. Fionna will be in charge of you from now on, paychecks, etc. Think she lets the robot pick the schedules, for whatever reason. Any questions?" He finally looks at you then, raising a brow. "Quite the bouquet you got there. Do I need to get you a relationship form from HR too?"

You shake your head. "I, no. No, not at all. I, why am I being transferred?"

"Well, you asked." Your manager states plainly, then shrugs. "And you got a couple good recommendations so I figured 'eh, whatever'. You can start today once you're done here. Or take the day off, I don't care, not my problem."

You just sit there a moment, taking it all in. 

'You asked.'

You, asked.

You know a sign when you see it. And you know when an alarm bell is blaring in your head, it's best not to ignore it. 

But when you've got a gun to the back of your head, that's much harder to ignore. 

You pick up the pen, and sign. 

Your steps are heavy as you walk back to the Daycare. Jaz has texted you a couple times, your like a zombie as you type by brief responses. You don't know what to think. Should you be relieved, or counting your days? 

They wouldn't have put in this much effort if they weren't genuine. Surely they weren't running this long of a con. But then that meant they were genuine. The killer robots were infatuated with you. 

You don't know which is worse, you don't know which is worse, you don't know which is worse—

"Hello Sunbeam! I'm so happy to see you!" 

You look up, Sun stands before you, rays spinning gleefully. You didn't even realize you'd walked into the Daycare. 

He claps his hands. "Oh! We're going to have so much fun, fun, fun! We get to spend all day long together! Just you and me! And well, the children too. But still, isn't it great?"

"I, um sure. I guess so." You mumble out. 

The slight twitch to his rays doesn't go unnoticed by you. The slightest of shifts in his tone as he glares down at you.

"Come now, friend. Aren't you excited? After all,"—He suddenly bends to your height, leaving you face-to-face and inches apart—"Aren't we best. friends?"

You struggle to maintain eye contact, focusing slipping to the bundle in your arms as you try to think up a way to respond. 

A low chuckle interrupts your racing thoughts. "Ah, but maybe that's not enough for you either?"

"I, um." It is a miracle you've lasted this long with how you're fumbling over your words.

Sun's hands cup your cheeks, tone still a hum. "Love, all you had to do was say so. In fact, we wish you'd done so sooner." His smile presses to your forehead. "Not to worry, we're more than happy to make up for lost time."

You can only stare up at him with smothered horror as his thumb strokes your cheek.

"And now, there's nothing that's going to get in the way of that."

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[fishnapple]

Relationship Green flags/ Red flags

This list was a part of another post but I want to make a separated one for it, to serve as a reminder, for myself, and for anyone who needs it. I will update the list if I think of anything more to add.

Green flags

When the couple is also best friends with each other

When they're genuinely curious about each other

When two people walk side by side, not one in front and one behind

They protect each other in front of other people no matter how wrong the other person is (not counting abuse or other legal crimes), but still be able to see the wrong doings clearly.

When both partners put the other's well-being at the top of their priority list

When the first person comes to your mind when you want to share something good or bad is them

When there's a spark in the eyes when they look at the other person

Listen attentively when the other is talking

Ask how you feel

When both can feel comfortable being honest (able to voice their concerns, worries, fears, hidden dreams, aspirations etc.)

Encourage and support each other towards betterment

Celebrate each other's happiness

Keeping their words

Willingness in solving problems

When both are willing to compromise and work together/to face the ugly sides of the relationship or of the self and the other person/ to communicate/ to learn

When both are proactive in the relationship, taking turn to suggest fun things to do, where to go, what to eat etc

All kinds of virtues like honesty, patience, kindness, loyalty, respect, etc. (not just towards you only, but to others in general also)

Love children

Love animal

Consistency: putting in a consistent effort, not being wishy-washy

Fun & humour

Feeling safe in each other's presence

Respect for boundaries and consent

Emotional compatibility

The feeling of being at ease with each other & trust (you can have all the above but without these two feelings, it's kind of meaningless)

and many more.

Red flags

When one is talking and the other is looking elsewhere

When one is in front while the other is behind

Being judgmental and opinionated, about all kinds of topics

Criticising the other person's taste, hobbies, habits constantly. Especially in front of other people.

Calling names (not the cute endearments)

Cruelty & Violence of any kind (obviously)

Silent treatment (refusing to communicate)

Inconsistency

Being avoidant, ghosting (at this point it's not a red flag, it's an ending)

Empty promises. NATO (No Action - Talk Only)

Condescending

Tell you what you're feeling

Unwillingness to compromise/ to understand, unequal effort, one-sided conversations

Lack of care for the well-being of the other person

Lack of appreciation for the other person's achievements and success

When you're low on their priority list ("I will have time for you after I'm done with this or that, after I met with my friends and other important people in my life")

Feeling like you have to tip toe around the other person

Feeling like you have to do something to get the other's attention

Asking the other person for permission to do something like buying something, meeting someone, going somewhere (I'm not talking about getting consent to do something with each other or getting something related to the other person, it's about decisions that normally one can make independently for oneself)

Jealousy & possessiveness (the idea can seem attractive on paper but the reality is usually not)

Demanding to know every secret, every password, getting access to every personal space of the other person

Lack of respect for boundaries and consent

Passivity (waiting for the other to initiate, never initiate anything)

"Why are you doing this to me?", victim mindset, constant blaming

Dating someone while thinking that person is not attractive or up to one's level or vice versa, thinking that person is way above one's level (the idea of "level" is damaging, both ways of thinking can bring illusions, unrealistic expectations and power imbalance)

Lack a healthy sense of self

and many more.

[heeluvv]

been thinking about drunk sex with needy sub hee… like have you seen how flustered he gets when he’s drunk 😭

could you write something about this? i’m obsessed w your writing style

𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 ˎˊ˗

pairing › lee heeseung x reader

genre › smut

warnings › slight oral (m receiving), sub! hee, drunk sex, etc.

natty’s notes › mdni, hate comments will be deleted.

you had heard plenty about the parties on campus—how wild they got, how unforgettable the nights could be. and when news spread that one was happening tonight, your friends were the first to let you know.

you were undeniably a party freak—you loved the thrill of it all.

getting wasted, dancing until your feet ached, drinking until the world felt lighter, meeting new people, making memories you probably wouldn’t even remember in the morning—it was the kind of chaos you craved.

you only lived once, after all. and if you were going to make the most of it, you wanted to fill your life with as many parties and unforgettable nights as possible.

heeseung, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

his focus was solely on getting his degree, on securing his future. he didn’t drink much, and when he did, it was only ever with you. he never partied, never let himself get caught up in the reckless thrill of it all.

so when you had asked him to come with you—fully expecting a flat-out no—you had been genuinely shocked when he agreed.

still, you weren’t going to question it.

the two of you got ready, you slipping into one of your go-to party outfits—something that hugged your curves just right, something that made you feel confident, untouchable.

heeseung, in contrast, kept it simple, effortlessly attractive in a well-fitted shirt and a pair of nice jeans.

even without trying, he still looked annoyingly good.

and as the two of you finally made your way out the door, you couldn’t help but wonder—

just how much fun was tonight going to be?

it had already been about an hour, and you were content, pleasantly buzzed, nursing your second drink as you gossiped with your friends, the alcohol warming your veins and making the night feel lighter, looser.

heeseung stayed close behind you, his presence a constant heat at your back, his hand resting firmly on your waist, fingers idly tracing small circles against the fabric of your dress.

but something felt… off.

you noticed the way he was downing his drinks a little too quickly, glass after glass disappearing with barely a pause between sips.

his breath was heavier, coming out in slow, controlled exhales, like he was trying to steady himself.

and then there was his grip on you—tight, firm, possessive.

it wasn’t the usual casual hold, the kind that was just to keep you near—it was something more, something deliberate, like he needed to ground himself.

you glanced back at him, only to be met with a sight that sent a strange thrill through your chest.

his eyes were blown out, dark pupils nearly swallowing the warm brown of his irises, his face completely flushed, a deep, feverish red that trailed all the way down his neck.

but what really got you—what made your stomach flutter unexpectedly—was the way his poor ears were burning just as bright, twitching slightly as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto you, unwavering.

if you were a stranger passing by, you’d think he was seriously sick, seconds away from collapsing.

but you knew him.

you knew him like the back of your hand.

and you knew—without a doubt—that heeseung was completely, utterly drunk.

“y/n! are you coming to dance with us?”

your friends’ voices called out, their words slurring together, their own drunkenness already settling in.

but you barely registered them.

you simply waved them off, too caught up in the mystery of what had gotten heeseung so worked up, so breathless, so undeniably flustered.

and when you turned back to look at him again, his grip on your waist tightened even more, his fingers pressing into you like he was holding onto something fragile.

and his eyes?

his eyes held something dark, something unspoken—something you weren’t sure you were ready to unravel just yet.

“baby boy…”

your voice was soft, teasing, laced with curiosity, the words slipping past your lips as your fingers glided up to trace gently, deliberately against the feverish heat of his neck.

his skin was hot—burning, searing, like he was on fire from the inside out.

the second your fingertips brushed over him, heeseung shifted instinctively, his body tensing, muscles coiling, his grip on your waist tightening to the point where you could feel his fingers pressing into your skin.

“what’s wrong?”

your voice dipped lower, softer, sultry, but laced with genuine curiosity.

because heeseung—quiet, reserved, level-headed heeseung—looked like he was barely holding it together.

your eyes raked over his face, scanning every detail—the way his drunken gaze flickered away, purposefully avoiding yours, scanning the room like he was desperately searching for an escape.

the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, throat working hard, his lips parting slightly like he was struggling to breathe properly.

the way his red-tipped ears twitched, reacting instinctively to your touches, your voice, your presence.

and fuck—he looked so fucking cute like this.

flushed, breathless, struggling, caught between drunken haze and something else entirely.

something darker. something needier.

your stomach tightened, warmth pooling low and slow, because despite the fact that heeseung was clearly drunk, flustered, completely unraveling before you—he still looked so fucking good.

“n-nothing…”

his voice came out slurred, shaky, a pathetic attempt at brushing off whatever was consuming him.

but the way his grip only tightened further, the way his breath came heavier, deeper, the way his entire body tensed under your slightest touch—heeseung was lying.

and he was doing a terrible job at hiding it.

you leaned in slowly, letting your breath ghost over his flushed skin, savoring the way heeseung’s body tensed beneath your touch.

your lips brushed against his throat, leaving a trail of soft, feather-light kisses, the contrast of your cool lips against his burning skin making him suck in a sharp breath.

a quiet, nearly broken gasp escaped him, followed by a few soft, breathy whimpers, his lips parting as his head tilted ever so slightly, like he was instinctively giving in to you.

“you sure, baby?”

your voice was low, sultry, teasing, laced with just enough authority to make his fingers tighten around your waist.

you let your lips travel lower, trailing along the curve of his adam’s apple, feeling it bob beneath your kisses as he swallowed thickly.

you pressed a few gentle licks, letting your tongue graze the sensitive skin, before continuing up, tracing your way toward his ear.

“you know i hate it when you lie to me, pretty boy…”

heeseung let out a soft, needy whine, the sound barely above a whisper, his resolve completely crumbling in your hands.

his head fell back, exposing more of his throat, silently begging you to keep going, his grip on you firm, desperate, like he couldn’t bear for you to pull away.

he wanted more.

“k-kiss me, y/n… please…”

heeseung’s voice was fragile, breathless, utterly wrecked, his words coming in short, desperate huffs, his whines growing louder, more insistent, the more you teased him.

your lips continued their slow, torturous path along his neck, soft kisses melting into gentle sucks, leaving behind the faintest marks, just enough to make him shudder beneath you.

his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in, as if that alone would be enough to pull you closer, to make you give in.

but you didn’t.

not yet.

“tell me what’s got my baby so flustered then?”

your voice was low, teasing, drenched in amusement, your lips brushing the corner of his cheek, trailing dangerously close to the side of his mouth, hovering—taunting.

but never giving him what he so desperately wanted.

heeseung’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering shut, his brows furrowed with frustration, his head tilting forward, chasing your lips, but never quite reaching.

“you… it was you…”

his confession was soft, barely above a whisper, but the way he said it—the weight in his voice, the sheer desperation in the way his lips trembled with every word—it sent a thrill straight through you.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to watch him, to take in the way he was completely unraveling in your hands.

his lips were swollen, parted, glistening, his cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful red, his eyes squeezed shut as soft, breathy whimpers slipped out between heavy pants.

and fuck—he looked so gone for you.

his entire body screamed need, begged for your touch, and the whines that spilled from his lips, unfiltered and raw, cut through the heavy bass of the music surrounding you, as if the entire world had faded away—leaving only him and you.

you let your fingers slide up his jaw, cupping his face gently but firmly, forcing him to look at you.

and then, finally—you crashed your lips onto his.

the kiss was hungry, demanding, like he had been starved for you all night and was finally getting his first taste.

a low, broken moan tore from heeseung’s throat, his hands gripping onto your waist for dear life, pulling you flush against him, pressing his body into yours like he was scared you’d disappear.

“so needy for me, baby, huh?”

your words were muttered against his lips, your voice dripping in pure amusement, teasing, taunting, reveling in how absolutely wrecked he was.

but before he could even respond, before he could even beg for more—you pushed your lips against his again, kissing him even harder, deeper, and the taste of alcohol and heeseung filled your senses, intoxicating you in a way that had nothing to do with your drinks.

if you weren’t already tipsy from your second drink, you’d get drunk off just kissing heeseung alone.

one of your hands slid down slowly, tracing a path over his chest, feeling the way his body tensed under your touch, his heartbeat pounding rapidly beneath your fingertips.

but you didn’t stop there.

your hand trailed lower, lower, until it finally settled over his crotch, feeling the hard, aching length that was already pressing against the tight confines of his jeans.

the moment your fingers brushed over him, his cock twitched violently, a sharp, needy response that had a smirk tugging at your lips.

you let your palm press down, moving in slow, taunting strokes, massaging his erection through his jeans, feeling the heat, the sheer hardness of him, even through the fabric.

“y/nnn—”

his voice broke, his head falling back, a loud, pathetic whine slipping from his parted lips, followed by a series of soft, helpless whimpers.

fuck, he sounded so pretty like this.

“look at you, baby.”

your voice was low, teasing, filled with pure amusement, each word dripping from your lips like honey, slow and intoxicating.

“so fucking hard for me already—”

your fingers pressed down harder, adding just enough pressure to make his hips jerk up into your touch, chasing more friction, more relief.

”—and i haven’t even done anything yet.”

he let out a shuddering breath, his entire body trembling beneath you, his hands gripping onto you so tightly, so desperately, as if he’d fall apart if he let go.

you continued your slow, torturous strokes, your lips deepening the kiss, tasting every shaky moan that spilled from his mouth.

but then, you pulled away, just enough to trail lower, lower, lower, your lips finding the sensitive skin of his ear.

you didn’t stop at just whispering against it.

you let your teeth graze the shell, nibbling, sucking, leaving faint wet kisses, enjoying the way his entire body tensed and jolted, the way his whimpers morphed into desperate, breathy moans.

“ahh! uh—fuck, y/n, please…”

his voice was strained, wrecked, so utterly ruined, his hands clutching onto you like you were the only thing keeping him together.

“please what, baby?”

your voice was soft, teasing, utterly intoxicating, each word spilling like silk against the shell of his ear.

your hand tightened around his clothed cock, fingers pressing firmer, dragging slow, calculated strokes over his aching length, feeling the way he throbbed desperately beneath your palm.

his entire body tensed, shuddered, hips twitching helplessly, chasing the friction, chasing the high he was so pathetically close to.

“fuck, you’re so fucking cute begging for me, baby…”

you cooed, lips brushing against his feverish skin, reveling in the way his breath hitched violently, how he let out a sharp, strangled whimper, his body trembling like he was seconds away from crumbling.

but he couldn’t speak.

his mind was too hazy, too wrecked, his thoughts a complete mess of pleasure and desperation.

every attempt at forming a coherent response came out slurred, broken, incomprehensible, nothing but choked-out sounds and airy moans.

his head fell back, lips parted, wet, swollen, his throat exposed as he fully gave himself to the sensation.

but you weren’t just watching—you were memorizing.

the way his stomach clenched, muscles tensing visibly beneath his shirt, the way his chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths.

and then—the telltale signs.

his thighs tensed hard, his breathing stuttered, and you felt it—the way his balls tightened, the way his cock twitched uncontrollably beneath your touch, his body completely at your mercy.

“g-gonna c-cum… c-can i— c-can i c-cum, y/nn… p-please—”

his voice was wrecked, pleading, every word slurred, desperate, as he teetered on the edge of release, waiting for you to push him over.

waiting for your permission.

with just a simple nod from you, he completely unraveled.

his body jerked violently, his cock twitching aggressively as he came hard in his pants, a loud, shattered moan ripping through his throat, his entire form shaking beneath the force of his orgasm.

you watched him fall apart, and fuck—the sight alone made the ache between your legs intensify tenfold.

“fuck, baby… look at you.”

your voice was thick with lust, breathless, absolutely wrecked as you took in the mess he had made of himself.

heeseung gasped loudly, his chest heaving, his head tilting back against the wall as he tried to stabilize himself, tried to regain even a single ounce of composure.

but you didn’t let him.

before he could even fully catch his breath, you grabbed his arm, yanking him forward, dragging him through the hallway, weaving past drunken bodies in search of a bathroom.

and when you finally found one—empty, miraculously unoccupied—

you didn’t hesitate.

you shoved him inside, slamming the door shut behind you, locking it before immediately reaching for his jeans, fumbling desperately, impatiently, tugging them down, yanking his cum-soaked boxers along with them.

what you saw had your thighs clenching instinctively, your breath hitching in your throat.

“fuck… what a fucking perfect mess.”

your voice came out in a groan, admiration dripping from every word as you took in the sight of him.

his thighs were coated in his release, streaks of white spilling down his skin, his cock still leaking, still twitching, the aftermath of his orgasm spread across his body like a masterpiece.

without hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him lazily, teasingly, before your lips parted, your tongue darting out to taste him.

you moaned instantly, indulging in the saltiness of his release, dragging your tongue along the length of his shaft, licking every drop clean.

but you didn’t stop there.

your fingers glided down his thighs, collecting the remaining streaks of cum, gathering it onto your fingertips before bringing them to your mouth, sucking them clean—making a show of it.

“fuck w-wait y/n!—”

heeseung’s voice was hoarse, trembling, his entire body reacting instantly, his cock twitching once again, hardening all over.

his eyes were glued to you, to the way you moaned around his cock, to the way you licked his cum off your fingers, to the way you swallowed him down like he was something sweet.

“fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good…”

his voice was shaky, breathless, ruined, and when your eyes flickered up to meet his, dark and hazy and full of need.

you moved quickly, purposefully, rising to your feet and gripping heeseung’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the toilet seat with ease.

his breath was ragged, uneven, his flushed face tilting up to look at you, eyes dark, glassy, desperate.

you could see it—the hunger, the pure, unfiltered need written all over him.

but you weren’t about to give him everything just yet.

instead, you hiked up your dress, the soft fabric bunching around your waist as you hooked your fingers into your soaked panties, slipping them down just enough before straddling him, your thighs bracketing his hips, pressing your bare heat against his still-hard, leaking cock.

heeseung let out a sharp, broken moan, his hands flying to your waist, squeezing tight as his fingers dug into your skin, his eyes locked on where your bodies pressed together, where your slick coated his length.

“you wanna feel my pussy, baby?”

your voice was low, sultry, teasing, rolling off your tongue like honey, making his grip tighten instinctively.

he didn’t answer.

he couldn’t.

instead, he let out a loud, desperate whine, his hips jerking up instinctively, seeking relief, seeking you.

you smirked, leaning in just enough to let your lips ghost over his, letting his own desperation fuel your own.

and then—you sank down.

his cock slid into you effortlessly, stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply, the sensation sending a violent shudder through your entire body.

the moment he was fully inside, the both of you let out simultaneous, wrecked moans, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls, mixing with the heavy bass of the party outside.

heeseung’s head tilted back instantly, a deep, guttural groan tearing from his throat, his hands clenching at your waist like he was holding onto his last thread of sanity.

his lips parted, his chest heaving, struggling to process the way your tight, warm walls wrapped around him so perfectly.

and you?

you felt full, stretched, deliciously overwhelmed.

you hadn’t even moved yet, but already, it was too much.

already, you were both completely lost in each other.

the bathroom was thick with the scent of steam and sweat, the air heavy with the slick sounds of skin meeting skin, each movement echoing off the tiled walls. heeseung’s whines and whimpers came in broken, breathless gasps, spilling from his parted lips like desperate cries, his voice trembling with pleasure. his head lolled back against the tank lid, eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide with bliss as he drowned in the overwhelming sensation of you tightening around him. every pulse, every squeeze of your walls sent a violent shudder through his body, a sufferingly exquisite pleasure that left him gripping onto you like you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

“uhhhh—fuck, y/n—oh my god,” he choked out, his voice raw, wrecked, and dangerously close to falling apart.

“fuck, baby—you’re so good,” you moaned, voice thick with pleasure as your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails pressing crescent-shaped marks into his flushed skin. the muscles in your thighs burned with the relentless pace you set, each bounce sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you tremble. the toilet seat cover creaked beneath you both, shaking under the intensity of your movements, barely holding up against the force of your desperate rhythm.

heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened, his head tilting back, exposing the column of his throat as ragged breaths and broken curses spilled from his lips. “f-fuck—i’m close, y/n—fuuuck,” he choked out, voice cracking, his whole body trembling beneath you. every thrust made his thighs tense, his grip bruising, as he teetered on the edge, his mind clouded with nothing but the intoxicating feel of you wrapped so perfectly around him.

“yeah, baby? you gonna cum for me??” you taunted, your voice dripping with sweet cruelty as you leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. your breath was hot, teasing, making him shudder beneath you. with every desperate slam of your hips against his, the sound of skin meeting skin filled the bathroom, mixing with the sinful symphony of his broken moans. but what you loved most—more than the pleasure, more than the way he filled you so perfectly—was watching heeseung fall apart underneath you, watching the way his eyes rolled back, his brows furrowed, his lips trembling as he surrendered completely to you. and right now, he was doing just that.

“you’re my good boy, baby… my good boy…” you moaned, voice rising in pitch as a deep, toe-curling pleasure coiled in your stomach. the way he stretched you out, the way his hands clung to you like he couldn’t bear to let go—it all drove you closer to the edge. your pussy clenched down aggressively, your body instinctively milking him, pulling him deeper, the pleasure nearly blinding. you could feel it—your high, so dangerously close, ready to crash over you like a tidal wave.

“fuck—heeseung!” you cried out, your voice breaking, raw and desperate as pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. your body trembled violently, thighs shaking as your release spilled out, coating his cock in your warmth, dripping down where you were still connected. the overwhelming pleasure made your mind go blank, white-hot euphoria pulsing through every inch of your body as you clenched down around him, pulling him even deeper inside you.

“y/n—y/n—y/n!” heeseung chanted your name like a prayer, his voice wrecked, needy, completely lost in the feeling of you. his body tensed beneath you before shuddering uncontrollably, his grip on your hips bruising as he came hard, spilling deep inside you. his head fell back, mouth hung open in a silent moan before a sob tore from his throat, his entire body convulsing under the sheer intensity of his orgasm. his chest heaved, his breath uneven, his flushed face damp with sweat and bliss as he rode out every last wave of pleasure, completely wrecked—completely yours.

natty’s notes › hoped you liked it !!!

[rainebelowzero]

kurt brainrot is real!!! may i request something with like friends to lovers i guess? kurt wants reader and is really awkward and cringe and whiny and freaky :p post-op trans reader?! love ur stuff dude ur so cool!!

Down bad Kurt Kunkle x Trans Male Reader (long ass title sorry)

notes: thank you! Sorry this took so long :') also I agree, I've had Kurt brainrot since like 2022. I have like three requests I'm working on so expect those some time soon (for real this time 🙏), also one of them is my first Eddie request so yippee 🥳🥳🥳 the other two are Kurt so I'm gonna work on them today, at least one might be out by tonight??? It's like almost 11am for me so probably earlier than that

♡ Kurt is a freak, car sex (kinda?), trans reader, spit, mention of choking, mention of slapping, sorta mild masochism (??), making him eat his own cum, premature ejaculation, reader asks him out at the end awww ♡

You often went on rides with Kurt, fucking around while he works. Sometimes people complain about the fact that there's another person in his car when they get picked up, but usually they don't really care, and it was an interesting experience to see all kinds of people from Azusa. Plus, Kurt loved having you around, and you usually get free food out of it.

He really, really liked you. In a way that wasn't completely normal. You mostly saw it as him just being awkward, especially with the way that a lot of the time after you touched him, he'd get all fidgety. You weren't stupid, you knew damn well. It was just fun to tease him. What you didn't know about though, were the more secretive things he was doing, like stealing your things when you weren't looking, or jerking off every time you posted on your close friends story on Instagram.

It drove him insane, every little touch, every look, he spent hours getting off to a picture of your body after your top surgery healed, he was obsessed. He tried to brag around you, do that thing guys did when they would talk about other people they “liked” to make the real person they like jealous. You knew it was bullshit, and after getting no reaction from you, he kind of just stopped doing it. And the amount of times he almost drove straight off the road because he was looking at you were way too many.

It was just a normal day of your usual routine, sitting in his car. It was a hot day, and you had taken off your jacket, sweating. Kurt's A/C was broken, so it was actual torture. Not for Kurt though. No, he was very much enjoying the sight of you. At some point, it became unbearable, and you, being more horny than usual, wanted Kurt. He was pretty cute. And you ended up on top of him, basically every single fantasy Kurt has ever had since he met you.

Kurt watches you with almost wide eyes, and if he were in a cartoon, there'd be little hearts in them as you straddle his waist, finding the most comfortable way to do that without hitting your head on the ceiling of his car interior. It's a little difficult, considering you were two grown men, but you made it work, your hands cupping the man's face.

His skin is warm, face flushed as he stares up at you, barely breathing. You lean down, catching his lips in yours. His movements are uncoordinated, inexperienced, but you don't care, you hold his head in place as you stay against him. You pull away slightly, still close enough to feel each other's breaths, and Kurt's hand snakes up, pressing against your chest. He pulls it away as fast as it settles there.

“Sorry.” He says softly, but you catch his wrist, holding his hand against yourself back in place.

“It's okay.” You respond, voice low. His fingers grip your shirt gently while you lean back down, kissing him again. His lips part slightly, and you grip his jaw, not too hard, but enough to hold him in place. His eyes follow you curiously, and as you lean over him, you urge him to open up.

He opens his mouth a little more, sticking his tongue out a little, and you spit right into his mouth. He lets out a sound, a low groan that almost turns into a desperate whine as he swallows it, some of it dripping down his chin before he can lick it away. You kiss him again, sloppily as your hands roam his body and he tightly grips the front of your shirt.

He can't believe this is happening. He had been into you for almost your entire friendship, and now you were feeling up on him and your tongue was in his mouth. You can feel his erection beneath you, and he whimpers every time you move around in his lap. You do it a few times on purpose, teasing him while you tangle a hand in his hair. When you pull away, he stares up at you, eyes fully entranced in your features as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

It's taking literally every shred of self control for Kurt to not immediately cum in his pants. He's straining hard against his jeans, and he was definitely going to jerk off to this memory later with the shirt he stole from you the last time he went over to your place.

You run your hands down his chest, and he can't help but admire your hands. He wants them around his throat, like that one time he tried to choke himself (it didn't work out). You'd know how to do it, he thinks. You'd wrap those perfect fingers around his throat, squeezing in a way to make Kurt so deliciously close to passing out, just to let him breathe at the last second.

He thinks about letting you slap him around, though he'd really let you do anything to him. Anything you wanted, he'd say yes in an instant. He's probably jerked off to worse.

Your hands meet his belt, and you get his pants down, pulling his hard cock out. He's leaking like crazy, so much you kind of think he already came, but he bucks his hips up when you touch him, the best he can with you in his lap. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but he's happy when you don't disapprove of him snaking his hands under your shirt. His fingers run over your scars, before he suddenly gasps loudly. You press the nail of your thumb against the head of his dick, and it hurts so good, making Kurt squirm under you.

He whines, and with about three or four quick pumps, accompanied by slick precum covering your hand and his cock, he's thrashing underneath you, panting and whining as ropes of cum shoot up into his stomach and over your hand. It takes you by surprise, and you both kind of stare at each other as soon as Kurt comes down from the high and realizes what happened.

“I-I…that’s never happened before.” He chokes out, very embarrassed, though the humiliation kind of makes him a little harder. You console him, and a small part of Kurt was wishing you'd degrade him for it, but that's for another time.

Instead, you swipe your fingers against the man's shirt, collecting some of his cum. He gulps as you raise your hand to his mouth. “Aren't you gonna help me clean up?” You say, and it almost makes Kurt cum again on the spot.

He hesitantly sticks his tongue out, dragging it across your fingers before you shove both of them into his mouth. He moans softly, before lapping up his mess, cleaning off your hands. He can't handle it without whining, his cock twitching and throbbing with need, purely getting off on the image of you feeding him his own cum.

When he finishes, you wipe your hand off on your shirt, kissing him again and sliding back into your seat. Kurt fixes his appearance,and the drive to drop you off is mostly silent, though Kurt keeps looking away from the road to glance at you. When you get there, he looks away, something nagging at him.

“Do- should..we just forget about that?” He asks. He wouldn't be able to, no matter what.

You shrug. “We should go on a real date sometime.” You say, kissing his cheek and then getting out of the car.

He's instantly rock hard again.

[christopherisfoive]

Cold Burn (chapter 2)

!idol reader x Seungmin; enemies to lovers

Word Count:

Masterlist

The steady rhythm of music filled the room as we ran through our routines. Stray Kids and Stellar practiced side by side, yet the gap between us felt undeniable. The energy was tense—not just from the hard work, but from something else simmering beneath the surface.

I focused on perfecting my moves, keeping my head down and ignoring the pointed glances from across the room. I wasn’t in the mood for Seungmin’s antics today, but he seemed more than happy to push my buttons.

“Try to keep up,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear as he passed by, his voice laced with condescension.

I exhaled sharply, rolling my shoulders to keep myself from snapping back. He wasn’t worth the energy.

Kat caught the exchange and nudged me. “Ignore him,” she whispered before smoothly transitioning into the next move.

The routine carried on, but the air between me and Seungmin grew heavier with every exchange. When we finally hit the final pose, the music cut out, and a beat of silence followed.

Chan clapped his hands together. “Not bad for a first run. Let’s take a break and go over what needs improvement.”

I grabbed my water bottle and took a seat on the floor, my heartbeat still steady from the workout. I had barely taken a sip when the door opened, and a familiar figure strutted in.

“Looks like I made it just in time.”

Mira’s voice was sickly sweet, a stark contrast to the knowing glint in her eyes as she surveyed the room.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” Leah asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Mira’s lips curled into a smirk. “Didn’t you hear? I’m joining the tour.” Mira was currently a solo artist under JYP. She's like the "girl next door."

The words sent an uneasy ripple through the room, but no one looked more satisfied than Seungmin.

I tightened my grip on my water bottle, glancing around to gauge everyone’s reactions. Most of them exchanged uncertain looks—some surprised, others neutral. But something about the way Seungmin leaned back, arms crossed, made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

Chan was the first to recover, offering a polite nod. "Well, welcome aboard. The more, the merrier."

Mira's smile widened, but there was something too polished about it, too rehearsed. "Oh, I think this is going to be a lot of fun."

I wasn’t convinced.

Leah shot me a look, nudging my side. "You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

I forced a small smile, shaking my head. "Just... wasn’t expecting this."

Mira’s eyes flickered toward me, like she had caught the comment, but instead of addressing it, she turned her attention back to the group. "I’m looking forward to working with everyone. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine."

Seungmin let out a quiet chuckle under his breath, just enough for me to hear, and it took everything in me not to snap at him.

This was only the beginning.

I had earned a reputation as one of the best dancers of my generation, something that didn’t come easy in an industry where talent was everywhere. Being a girl at the top with some of the best male dancers made it all the more important to me. I wanted to prove that I belonged there, that my skills weren’t just being acknowledged because of novelty, but because I had worked relentlessly to get here.

If there was anyone I looked up to, it was Lee Know. He was the definition of an "IT" dancer—sharp, controlled, effortless. Every move he executed carried a weight of experience and precision that made it impossible to look away. I had studied his performances, watched the way he adapted his style to any choreography thrown his way, and every time, I was reminded of how much further I wanted to push myself.

Dancing wasn’t just about technique. It was about presence, the ability to command attention without demanding it. Lee Know had that, and I wanted to refine that within myself too. No matter how much I achieved, there was always room to grow.

I walked up to Lee Know, stopping beside him as we faced the mirror. "Can you show me that sequence again? Something about it feels off to me."

He gave a small nod before adjusting his stance, ready to break it down again. I watched closely, trying to pinpoint what wasn’t clicking for me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mira sitting off to the side, her gaze fixed on the others as they ran through their own choreography. She wasn’t stretching, wasn’t warming up—just watching. I wondered if she even planned on joining at all.

"Is that better? Show me," Lee Know said, stepping back slightly as he watched my movements closely.

I took a deep breath and reset my stance, replaying everything he had just broken down for me. Moving through the sequence again, I could feel the difference—my movements were sharper, the flow more natural. I could tell from the slight nod of approval in Lee Know’s reflection that I was hitting the right beats.

As I continued, I felt eyes turning toward me. The energy in the room shifted as more people paused their own practice to watch. I didn’t falter, keeping my focus locked on the mirror, fully immersed in the rhythm. By the time I finished, the room had grown quieter, and I could feel the weight of their attention lingering.

"That’s it," Lee Know said, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. "Told you it just needed a small adjustment."

I exhaled, rolling my shoulders back as adrenaline buzzed beneath my skin. I had gotten it right, and judging by the lingering looks from the others, they had noticed too.

"The fact that we are literally just becoming backup dancers for each other's songs is going to actually kill me." I groaned, stretching my arms above my head. "We are going to be so dead when this tour finishes."

Han walked up to us and rested his arm on my shoulder.

"Aw come on, Y/N, I know you love our choreography. Especially S-Class.'" He chuckled, his usual playful grin in place.

I scoffed. "Yeah, only because I do it better than every single one of you." I turned to Lee Know, who had a knowing look on his face. "Okay—better than most of you."

Han gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Wow, the disrespect. After all the hard work we put in, and this is how you repay us?"

I smirked, crossing my arms.

Lee Know chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, let's not start a war right now. We still have practice to get through."

Han sighed, still playing up his fake offense. "Fine, but just know I’m watching you, Y/N. One wrong step, and I’m calling you out."

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile. The lighthearted banter was a welcome distraction from the looming exhaustion of this tour. But as I glanced over, my gaze landed on Mira again. She was still sitting off to the side, watching, her expression unreadable.

Something about it didn’t sit right with me.

After practicing for about two more hours, everyone was exhausted. I found a spot on the floor next to Ari, catching my breath. My muscles ached, and I already knew I’d have to stretch more at the dorm to make sure I wasn’t sore for practice tomorrow.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" I asked her, still trying to steady my breathing.

She didn’t answer right away, instead looking around the room, taking in the sight of everyone sprawled out in their own version of exhaustion. Finally, she sighed. "It will be fine, Y/N. We need to get proactive before we get left out of other company promotions. You know how they get."

I sighed, thinking about our hardships as a group. Things had only just started getting better.

Slowly, people started packing up, grabbing their bags, and making their way toward the exits. Some lingered to chat, others barely had the energy to wave goodbye.

Lee Know stretched his arms above his head before tossing a towel over his shoulder. "See you guys tomorrow. Try not to be late."

Han clapped me on the back playfully before heading out with Jeongin. "Don’t miss me too much, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes. "Trust me, I won’t."

Leah nudged my side as we grabbed our things. "You wanna grab something to eat on the way back?"

I thought about it for a second before nodding. "Yeah, I could use the fuel."

As we walked out, I caught one last glimpse of Mira still sitting on the floor, her gaze locked on Seungmin, who stood a few feet away. Something about the way they exchanged looks made my stomach twist, but I shook it off.

I had bigger things to worry about.

Seungmin leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched the last of the members clear out of the room. Mira stood, dusting herself off, before sauntering over to him.

"That was fun to watch," she mused, her voice light but laced with something else. "You really don’t like her, do you?"

Seungmin scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "She makes everything harder than it needs to be. It’s like she doesn’t even care sometimes."

Mira tilted her head, studying him. "Then why don’t we make it harder for her?"

He glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

She smirked. "Let’s just say... I have a few ideas on how we can make this tour a little more interesting. She thinks she’s untouchable, but everyone has a breaking point."

Seungmin didn’t respond right away, his expression unreadable. But after a beat, he let out a small chuckle. "I’m listening."

Mira’s smile widened. "Good."

-

As Kat and I walked back to the dorm, the night air was cool against my skin, helping me cool down after the long practice. She walked beside me in silence for a few moments before finally speaking up.

"You seemed off today." Her voice was soft, not accusatory, but enough to make me glance at her.

I sighed, shifting my bag on my shoulder. "Just tired. Practice was a lot."

Kat hummed, unconvinced. "It’s not just practice, though, is it? Seungmin’s been getting under your skin more than usual."

I hesitated before speaking, my voice quieter. "It’s not just him. I feel like everyone thinks I don’t belong here—like I think I’m too good to be an idol or that I’m entitled. But that’s not the case. I’ve worked so hard for this, and it’s frustrating that people only see what they want to see."

Kat frowned, nodding. "I get it. People love to make assumptions, especially when you don’t fit into their expectations. But you don’t owe anyone proof of how hard you work. We all see it."

I pressed my lips together, still unsure. "I just don’t want this tour to be another thing that people twist into something it’s not."

Kat gave me a small smile. "Then don’t let them. Just do what you do best—be yourself and show them why you belong here."

I wanted to believe her, but deep down, the doubt lingered.

-

The morning of fitting day arrived faster than expected, and the entire tour lineup was scheduled to go in for their custom outfits. The energy in the studio was buzzing with excitement as designers, stylists, and staff moved around, making last-minute adjustments and setting up racks of clothing.

I walked in with the rest of Stellar, the anticipation settling in my stomach as we entered the fitting space. Rows of outfits were neatly displayed, each one labeled with our names. The room was massive, filled with mirrors, mannequins, and tailoring stations where seamstresses worked on final details.

"Alright, everyone, let’s get started!" One of the head stylists clapped their hands to get our attention. "We’re going to fit you in groups, so stay close. We’ll make adjustments as needed."

I glanced around, spotting Stray Kids on the other side of the room, already slipping into their first outfits. Seungmin caught my eye for a second before looking away, and I sighed. We still hadn’t gotten past whatever unspoken tension was growing between us.

Leah nudged my side. "At least we’re getting some cool looks for the tour," she whispered, her eyes scanning the designs.

I nodded, running my fingers along the fabric of one of my designated outfits. The colors were striking, bold in a way that felt both exciting and nerve-wracking.

"Y/N, you’re up!" One of the stylists called my name, motioning toward an open fitting area.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, ready to see what they had for me.

The first few outfits were sleek and edgy—structured jackets, high-waisted shorts, cargo pants with intricate hardware. Each one was designed for movement, the dark color palettes making a strong statement. But when they pulled out the next piece, I froze.

The pink corset dress stood out from everything else. It was nothing like the sharp, tailored outfits before it. The structured corset bodice sculpted my figure perfectly, hugging my waist before flowing into an ethereal, layered skirt that cascaded like soft waves. The color was a delicate blush, a stark contrast to the darker looks I had tried on before. Embellished details shimmered under the fitting room lights, adding a fairytale-like elegance. It was unexpected—but undeniably breathtaking.

I reached out, brushing my fingers over the fabric. "This... is for the tour?" I asked, still processing the dramatic shift in style.

The stylist nodded. "A standout moment. You’ll know when the time comes."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but as I held the dress up to my frame, I couldn’t deny how striking it was. This outfit was going to leave an impression.

After changing into the dress, I stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing my hands over the fabric as I walked toward the mirrors. The room seemed to hush slightly as I made my way forward. Leah was the first to react, eyes widening as she let out a small gasp.

"Oh my god, Y/N. You look insane—like, in the best way possible."

Ari nodded in agreement. "I’ve never seen you wear anything like that before. It’s definitely a moment." Kat nodded along with their excitement.

I turned to the mirror, taking in my reflection. The dress hugged my frame perfectly, the light blush color standing out in contrast to my usual darker outfits. It was elegant, soft, yet powerful in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

"It’s weird," I admitted, shifting slightly. "I feel like this isn't what people expect from me."

Kat gave me a knowing look. "That’s probably why they gave it to you. It’ll keep people talking."

I sighed, adjusting the bodice. The attention was inevitable, but I wasn’t sure if it was something I wanted.

Across the room, I noticed a familiar presence watching. Mira stood near the stylists, arms crossed as she studied me. Her expression was unreadable at first, but as our eyes met, she smiled. Not the warm, friendly kind. The kind that made my stomach twist.

"That dress is gorgeous on you," she called out, her tone syrupy sweet. "It really makes you look... different."

I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or something else entirely. The way she tilted her head, like she was already calculating something, made me uneasy.

I forced a smile. "Thanks."

Mira's gaze lingered for a moment before she turned away, whispering something to one of the stylists.

Before I could respond, another voice chimed in.

"Wow, never thought I’d see you in something like that," Han teased, leaning against one of the clothing racks. "It’s giving fairytale princess."

Lee Know smirked. "More like a plot twist."

Felix clapped his hands together. "You actually look really good in it. It’s different, but it suits you." Jeongin stared at me with raised eyebrows and curiosity, as Felix spoke.

I opened my mouth to thank him, but Seungmin beat me to it, his tone sharp and cutting.

"Yeah, definitely not what I expected. You look... softer. Almost like you belong in some pretty little showcase instead of on stage."

My jaw tightened. "Excuse me?"

Seungmin shrugged, arms crossed, looking me up and down like I was something to be evaluated. "I don’t know. It’s just weird seeing you like this. Usually, you act like you’re too cool for all the glam and ‘idol image’ stuff, but here you are, all dolled up. Guess you’re just like everyone else, huh?"

A scoff slipped past my lips. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

His smirk widened. "I mean, you love pretending like you’re above it all. Like you don’t care what people think. But look at you now, standing there all stiff like you don’t even belong in your own skin. If the shoe fits."

Heat rose to my cheeks, my fingers curling around the fabric of my dress. I wanted to say something—anything—but the way he was looking at me, like I was some kind of fraud, made my stomach twist.

Mira let out a light laugh, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Seungmin, be nice. Y/N deserves to shine just as much as the rest of us."

That only made it worse.

I exhaled sharply, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. Without another word, I turned on my heel and walked straight back into the fitting room, yanking the curtain shut behind me.

I couldn’t stand being in that dress for another second.

Seungmin barely blinked as Y/N disappeared behind the fitting room curtain. If anything, he looked almost bored, like he had just swatted away a minor inconvenience.

"Damn," Han muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "You really don’t let up, huh?"

Seungmin shrugged, unbothered. "Not my fault she can’t take a little criticism."

Felix let out a breath, shaking his head. "A little? You basically told her she didn’t belong here."

"Did I?" Seungmin mused, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

Lee Know tilted his head slightly, studying Seungmin the way he did when he was putting pieces together. "You must really have it out for her if you’re going this hard."

"What the hell is your problem?"

Everyone turned as Ari strode up, her jaw set tight, eyes blazing with irritation. She didn’t look at Mira, didn’t acknowledge the tension in the room—her focus was locked entirely on Seungmin.

"What?" Seungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered.

"You heard me," Ari snapped. "Why do you always have something to say when it comes to Y/N?"

Mira let out a small, calculated sigh and gently placed a hand on Ari’s arm. "Ari, maybe we should all just cool down—"

Ari pulled her arm away without looking at her. "No, I wanna hear his answer."

Seungmin held her glare, still looking maddeningly relaxed. "It’s not that deep. She just gets too worked up over nothing."

Ari let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Right. And I’m supposed to believe this isn’t just you being an asshole for fun?"

Seungmin shrugged. "Maybe she should grow thicker skin. It’s not my fault she ran off."

Ari took a step closer, her voice dropping just slightly. "Say what you want about her, but don’t act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing."

For the first time, Seungmin’s smirk faltered—just a fraction—but he recovered quickly.

Mira sighed dramatically, her tone laced with false concern. "Ari, we all have to work together on this tour. Maybe let’s not turn this into a big deal?"

Ari finally turned to her, unimpressed. "That’s funny coming from someone who hasn’t said a single relevant thing since this conversation started."

Mira blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but before she could speak, Ari stepped back and exhaled sharply. "Forget it. Just stay away from her."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked toward the fitting rooms, making it very clear that if Y/N wasn’t coming back out, she was going in after her. Leah and Kat following close behind her.

The room stayed quiet for a beat.

Han let out a low whistle. "Yeah... you might wanna start watching your back, dude."

Seungmin scoffed, grabbing the next outfit off the rack. "Please. Like I care."

Mira, however, didn’t say anything at all.

She just smiled.

-

I had decided I was done for the day. No more fittings, no more passive-aggressive remarks, no more fake smiles. I needed to take a mental health moment and leave the JYP building early. I didn’t have the energy to deal with any more bullshit.

After changing back into my own clothes, I grabbed my bag and slipped out, my hair down and sunglasses in place. The less attention, the better. I had gotten good at disappearing when I needed to—moving quickly, keeping my head low, staying just out of sight of the usual stalkers who lurked around the building with their cameras, waiting for something—anything—to exploit.

They loved to provoke me, loved to push just enough to see if I’d crack. I used to snap back, used to let my irritation show. Somewhere along the way, I decided ignoring them was the best response. But somehow, Dispatch twisted that on me too.

"Cold," they called me. "Entitled."

Apparently, not wanting to entertain strangers who made a living off invading my privacy made me ungrateful. Apparently, being quiet made me arrogant.

I exhaled sharply, adjusting my bag strap over my shoulder as I stepped out into the cool air. I wasn’t in the mood to be seen, and I wasn’t in the mood to be found.

I just needed to be alone.

-

After Y/N stormed off, the fitting continued like nothing had happened—or at least, that’s what it looked like. But on the other side of the room, Hyunjin, Changbin, and Chan weren’t letting it go so easily.

Once things settled and people got distracted with their own fittings, the three of them quietly moved toward a corner of the room, far enough that nobody would overhear them.

"So, we’re just gonna pretend that didn’t happen?" Hyunjin started, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. His expression was unreadable, but the irritation in his voice was clear.

Changbin exhaled, rubbing his temples. "I mean… I knew Seungmin could be a little shit, but that? That was next level."

Chan, who had been silent up until now, let out a slow breath, shaking his head. "It’s been like this for a while. This isn’t new."

Hyunjin scoffed. "Yeah, but it’s getting worse. I thought they just didn’t vibe, but it’s like he’s actively trying to piss her off now."

Changbin nodded. "And it’s not just playful teasing. That was straight-up mean. I don’t even know what he’s trying to prove at this point."

Chan sighed, arms resting on his hips as he looked over at where Seungmin was now pretending to be completely unbothered as the stylists adjusted his outfit.

"He’s usually sharp with his words, but this is different," Chan said. "Seungmin doesn’t waste his energy on people he doesn’t care about. If he really hated her, he’d just ignore her altogether."

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. "So what? This is some weird form of attention?"

Changbin groaned. "Please don’t tell me this is one of those ‘he’s mean because he likes her’ situations. That would actually make me lose my mind."

Chan let out a small chuckle, but it faded quickly. "I don’t know if it’s that, but whatever it is… it’s not just casual annoyance anymore. It’s personal."

Hyunjin shook his head. "And now Y/N’s had enough. You saw her. She wasn’t just mad—she was done. Seungmin finally pushed her too far."

They all went quiet for a moment, watching as Seungmin continued on with his fitting like nothing had happened. But there was something in the way he carried himself, something they had all noticed but weren’t sure how to put into words.

It was almost like he was waiting for Y/N to come back.

Chan clicked his tongue and finally muttered, "This is going to be a problem, isn’t it?"

Changbin groaned. "Yup."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "Yup."

And just like that, the three of them knew—this wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Taglist: @victoriaaf @mirophobic

[cinnamonbear22]

Baby (choi su-bong x reader)

Chapter three

Tw- fem!reader, abuse, sexual topics, knife, blood. I am not responsible for the media you consume<3

Chapter one

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Ever since su-bong had invaded (Y/n)’s apartment without much warning she struggled to think about anything else.

The conversation had perfectly repeated in her head several times a day for a very long time. Her brain kept winding up the music box that contained his deep voice the second it had seemed to finally stop. She couldn't help it and she hated it so much. Although, after that day she began to approach life with a lighter heart. It wasn't easy for her to do after drowning in her own misery for several years, but step by step she was improving.

She had attempted to make her apartment more personable due to him calling her out for the place being so bland. She never took the time to know herself so it had made it quite difficult for her to decide what she should purchase. Money wasn't even an issue for her and she could get anything she imagined, but nothing came to mind.

One gloomy night she had the evening all to herself. She was off from the club for the next two days and her brother hadn't bothered her to deliver anything. She went to her closet and carefully brought down the old laptop her brother gave her after he had bought a new one. She brought it to her living room and sat down on her couch with the laptop in front of her on the coffee table, swiping her hand over the plastic surface that was covered in a thin layer of dust. For several long minutes, she stared at the blank browser unsure what her self-discovery research plan was. Her fingers shakily reached for the keyboard and slowly clicked the keys as a jumble of words appeared before her. She didn't know why she felt so anxious to find herself. It felt extremely embarrassing since she was just now trying to figure herself out at the age of twenty. Her finger pressed firmly down on the 'enter' button with the embarassing prompt, "what is the best color to like?"

Over the next few days of examination, she finally gathered the courage to buy herself the things she had wanted. It was a weird feeling. She never shopped materialistic for herself, only for the benefit of her own survival with weekly grocery runs. And finally, after several hours of walking up and down every single isle (multiple times) in the nearest retail store, she had made the grand purchase of two items.

She felt so accomplished of herself when she set down the miniature statue of a seated shiba dog strategically on her coffee table, even giving herself a smile. She set down the small ceramic crescent moon shaped dish near the dog, which really added the cherry on top for her.

She couldnt understand why but she had really wanted to tell Su-bong about her new purchases. She hadn't seen him now for over three weeks and she didn't have no way to reach him. She only had two contacts in her phone which are her brother and her brothers best friend jeok haneul, who was also his right-hand man in his business.

Everyday she had forced herself to try something new. She started to smile at strangers passing her by, dancing alone in her apartment (only to 'Thanos' music, that was the only type of music anyone had ever showed her), buying herself materialistic items, and going for walks on her own without her brother having a task for her. Slowly, her appreciation for life was growing.

She stopped looking at her two jobs as an obligation, but more as a privilege. Well, one of them at least. Her dancing had become more passionate and fun, she had let loose and now somewhat enjoyed stripping in the dark club. Although, working for her brother still had loomed over her head like a rain cloud. She didn't have a choice with him. But she wasn't going to let that drag down the rest of her spirit.

Over the next few weeks her apartment had become more than a place of shelter. As she learned more and more about herself her place had turned more cozy and comfortable, more personable. She had so much money saved up over many years that she was actually having fun spending whatever came to mind. The only sad part about it all was that she had no one to show it to. This was one of the first times she had felt so proud of herself that she actually wanted to show off her accomplishments, but there wasn't anyone to commend her. She was used to it though, and the praise she gave herself was more than enough to satisfy her.

~

(Y/n) sat along side her coworkers in the messy dressing room as she got ready infront of her vanity mirror. Light chatter filled the small room between them as muffled music spilled through the door. She even joined in every now and then which always shocked the rest of the girls even though she has been more talkative the last few months.

She sat comfortably in her soft robe that gave her coverage when she was off stage. Underneath, her full body was in display with the skimpy black bra that pushed up her breast, and a black cheeky pair of underwear. Small black heels decorated her feet as she leaned closely to the mirror as she applied lipliner.

Her eyes were tight lined with a black that was complemented by a smoked out lid. Her long lashes that were accentuated with mascara had truly made her eyes pop, even though in dark atmosphere on stage it was barely visible. "Baby," one of the girls frantically pushed open the door with a sigh which made everyone jump up and look at the doorway. "You're on in five, it's a fucking nightmare tonight." The blonde young woman ripped her robe off of the hook and quickly covered her tall skinny body, shaking her head frustratedly. It was a Friday night and one of the most popular strip joints Seoul, so it wasn't uncommon to have a few hellish nights here and there.

(Y/n) looked in the mirror and fixed her hair one more time by running her bitten fingernails through her soft locks. Even with the exasperated energy her coworker had just displayed, she was excited to go out tonight. She had been practicing a new pole routine that she had been working very hard on, and she was ready to show it off.

She touched up a few spots of her pretty makeup that wasn't too much but perfectly brought out her features. She pressed her lips nervously as she used a large brush to powder her face quickly before a few knocks were heard outside the door.

The owner walked in with a clipboard in his hand, all of the girls greeted him and he politely nodded back. "Baby, you're on in two." He looked down at his clipboard and then at (y/n) who shook her head with his words. She shimmed her robe off her back and let it fall on the back of her chair as she got up to follow her boss backstage.

Out in the main venue it was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of people. Drunk and desperate men had littered the floor with drinks in hand and a nasty mind. Bright flashing colorful lights filled the smoked out room giving the space a loud euphoric feel. People were shouting over the music considering it was so loud and the bartenders had been slinging drinks all night long.

All of the men were speaking to each other over the mutual topic of the women on stage. Even if they didn't know each other, the sick and degrading things that would come out of their mouths gave them all something in common. Majority of the people were all standing around the stage for the women, desperately waving their bills and hollering for the next to come out. Some of the men had even paid extra money to get a table and seats in front and the sides of the stage while the rest of them all stood around like beggars. But, there was one who stood against the back wall of the club watching from a distance.

"Hey," a middle aged man with a messy beard and untamed hair held his shoulder as the pungent smell of alcohol radiated off of his body sweat. "You nervous? Never been to a strip joint before huh?" The man let out a wheezy laugh as he began hitting the boy against the wall.

Su-bong didn't respond. Instead he took a long sip of his dark whiskey as his eyes stayed glued on the stage. "Yeah." He didn't even look down at the man as he wheezed some more, patting Su-bongs shoulder as if they were good friends catching up and laughing together.

"Why even come here then if you're not going to get close to the fun?" He tried to pull Su-bongs shoulder with him up to the stage but he was quick to snap.

"Don't fucking touch me man." He swatted his hand off him with a venomous look of in his black eyes that stared down at the man. "Go enjoy the show." Su-bong had pushed the man away from him and took another sip of his drink.

The older guy had quickly turned around like he was going to strike him back but the manic look in Su-bongs eyes had changed his decision. "Fuck you." The guy snarled at him before stumbling away to which Su-bong didn’t even hear him, he had already been walking back to the bar to refill his cup.

He had only came here because he wanted to see her. Almost three months had passed since their first real conversation and he had been dying to see her ever since. Even if he wasn't going to speak to her, he just wanted to make sure she was alive and well. He knew how vicious her brother and the rest could be.

"Now presenting," the ecstatic voice over the speakers had boomed just as loud as the music causing all the men to cheer. "Baby!" His head quickly snapped up the center of the stage as the men screamed even louder. How pathetic, he thought.

The music started playing loudly as Su-bong made his way back against the wall, but he had quickly stopped in his tracks once the clapping and cheering died down. He processed the music that was filling his ears, it was his own song.

He furrowed his brows confusedly, although excitement coursed through his chest as a spotlight flashed onto the velvet curtains. Once they had pulled open he quickly understood why all of those men were pathetically screaming for her.

His mouth slightly fell open as he watched her strut out on the stage to his song. Her body that was constantly covered by old, baggy clothing was out on display and he couldn't even believe it was her.

She smiled widely in the light as men threw bills and compliments at her as she walked down to the pole, sending major butterflies to his stomach. He shakily brought the glass up to his lips but his eyes stayed burning against her dewy skin. It was hard for him to swallow his drink since he had been getting all worked up over her shiny legs and pretty chest, all on display to his song.

The way her hips moved had everyone in a hypnotic trance. Her legs moved perfectly around the pole as she danced with a big smile on her face, men's needy hands had grabbed up at the stage as they all hollered and whistled at anything she'd do. But it was understandable. She danced passionately and so effortlessly. She knew how to flaunt every curve of her body with her moves that had only made the men more worked up. She had been doing this for years, and she knew exactly what they'd like.

Usually when she's dancing she never takes much notice of the crowd. All of the lights in the foggy venue had made it difficult for her to see anyway, but there was an older man who had sat a few feet away from the stage that her eyes connected with. A strange pit formed in her stomach as the short seconds of eye contact felt unbearable, but she quickly shook it off with a simple wink and a smile before turning her head away. It was a common thing in this type of situation but she hated the lustful look in everyone's eyes. It would always made her uncomfortable. But it was apart of the job that she was still learning to overlook.

Once her routine ended everyone screamed and cheered while throwing money onto the stage. Su-bong was still taking in the beautiful scene in front of him as he stood absolutely frozen against the wall of the humid venue. His eyes were pried wide open like he was afraid he'd miss something as she blew kisses before she walked off the stage with several bills in her hand, glistening in sweat as the lights made her look like she was glowing.

Once she was out of view from everyone she took a deep breath to regain herself before heading back into her dressing room. "Don't go too far," Her manager quickly stopped her with a yank of her small arm and started guiding her into the main venue. "Some guy already paid for a private room during your routine." They both had stepped out into the crowded floor and even though Su-bong was all the way in the back, he watched the unknown man guide her into a long hallway as she slipped from his view. He threw his head back with the glass to his lips, downing the burning sensation before pushing himself off the wall and harshly set the glass down against the first table he seen.

He dominantly weaved through the crowd and kept his eyes forward to the mysterious hallway she had been lead down. Even though people were bitching at him as he pushed through, he didn't even bother to turn around and apologize. Once he had made it to the hallway he watched just a sliver of her enter one of six doors that were lined up against the wall. A short man with a clipboard dressed nicely in black closed the door heavy door behind her. "Hey man, you can only be down here if you paid." Her manager noticed Su-bong standing there with a twisted expression on his face while his dark eyes narrowed at her door. "Hello? Did you hear me?" The manager waved his hands in front of his face obnoxiously and it took everything in his intoxicated body to not strike him. "Back out there unless you pay." He sternly shoved Su-bong with the clipboard and he stumbled back into the people behind him.

He held his composure though since he didn't want to risk being kicked out. He bit his bottom lip hard as his dark pupils stared down at the man in front of him, but he let it go for Baby. He had strategically found a table to sit at that still showed him a clear view of the door she had entered. He anxiously reached for his large cross pendant, flipping it open with his nail and popping a pill as his eyes frantically watched the door.

As (Y/n) entered the room she was met with the man she had locked eyes with earlier. Her breath got caught in her throat as he sat relaxed in his chair, his deceitful eyes calmly looking her up and down. She tried her best to mask how uncomfortable she was and how weird the vibes were in the small room. She had never felt this unbearable before for a private dance.

The music had began playing and she had started her dance, the large man kept his eyes on her as she approached him with a fake smile that masked the agonizing feeling forming in her gut. Her hands had grazed his shoulders and ran through his black hair while she started examining his character. His hands and neck were heavily tattooed and she assumed underneath his long sleeves the rest of his body was covered. A big scar was imbedding along the side of his rough face as well as a cut along his lip that looked only a few days old.

"What's your name sweetheart?" (Y/n) had asked slowly as she strutted next to him after caressing his backside, keeping her hand along his shoulder as she made fake intimate eye contact with him. She had learned the more personable she gets with the clients, the more they'd tip her.

"I don't think you need to know, Baby." His eyes didn't leave hers as she stood tall in front of him, swaying gently and running her hands across his chest.

"No?" Her tone was teasing as his large hands reached for her bare waist. "You like being secretive?" His hard fingers clasped around her as he smirked.

"I know you do" his eyes pierced through hers as she tried to shake off the disturbing gaze. She leaned her head down to his ear as his rough, calloused hands felt like a cage around her.

"What is that supposed to mean sweetie?" She smiled as she whispered gently in his ear but he started to deeply chuckle in response. She knew something was off but she was quite confused by the remark.

"You're really that dumb?" He whispered back to her while his hands gripped harder against her soft skin. She immediately stopped the act and tried to slowly step back but he didn't let her. Panic coursed through her brain now as her little hands started yanking at his wrist but he only began laughing at her pathetic attempt. “You think your little secret is safe? Distributing in our territory?”

Her heart dropped to her core at the words that just came out of his mouth. Without a second of hesitation she cocked her fist back and let it fly directly towards his smug face. His hands left her waist in attempt to stop the blow but it was too late. She connected her knuckles against his temple and quickly backed away towards the door but he was just as fast to snag her wrist to prevent her escaping.

"You bitch!" He snarled at her while she was using all of her force to try and free her left arm from him. She was about to punch him again with her free hand but he caught onto her body language. He swiped his leg near her ankles that immediately caught her off balance. She fell underneath her small heals and slammed her head hard against the dirty black floor.

The man stood over her as she was trying to push herself up and try to see through the spotty vision but he was quick to send a fist flying towards her head. Right as she had a clear view she noticed the hand and swiftly rolled over as it slammed against the ground. She now used her leg and swept it underneath his feet which made him collapse next her and she took that opportunity to get herself up and towards the door.

But he was faster. His trembling hands reached into his back pocket and grabbed the hunting knife that was folded neatly. He lunged himself towards her with the knife in hand and snaked his arms around her legs which had brought her down once again. The wind completely got knocked out of her as she began gasping for air, the new gash on her thigh wasn’t even noticeable while blood began to pool around her.

But the harsh grip around her hips had made her shoot her eyes wide open. Felt her bare skin being dragged against the splintered hard wood. She lazily swung her right fist but it was hardly accurate due to the fact her head was throbbing and none of her senses were intact with her brain. Her vision cut in and out as she flailed every single limb of hers around in any attempt to stop him. "You're making this harder on yourself." The man stopped pulling her and bent down to her side. Irritably he slammed his forearm down against her throat as her small hands tried to pry them off but there was no use. Her legs kicked and her shoulders were trying to push herself up. "Stop it!" He screamed awhile pulling out the knife again and sliced the side of her arm in an effort to silence her. The cool blade instantly drawn warm blood that slowly trickled down her shoulder and onto the floor as she started to lose consciousness from the airflow restriction. She still feverishly trashed around against the man in any attempt to get him off of her but his patience was quickly shortening. "Enough!" He struck the side of her head which knocked out her final drops of her consciousness.

The man sighed with relief as she laid completely limp underneath him. He slowly got up as he towered over the unconscious girl, dusting himself off like he had cared more about his clothing rather than the fact he had just knocked someone out. He exhaled tiredly as his hands ran through his greasy hair, pushing it back out of his face after it had gotten all messed up from the fight.

He bent down and slowly picked her sleeping body off the ground, slinging her bloodied arm over his shoulder and his other arm supported the rest of her body up by holding her waist. He couldn't been seen walking out with a limp girl over his shoulder, so he had to make the attempt to make it look like she was consciously using him as support.

Slowly he had opened the doorknob of the room peaking his head out first to see if there was anyone around. Luckily, all of the attention had been focused on the new dancer on stage. There was a fire exit door at the end of the hallway that was meant for employees only, but he had planned on using that door as his escape.

Although, not everyone's attention was on the stage.

Su-bong had lingered around the hallway area and constantly kept looking over his shoulder at the fourth door. He watched the man peak his head out but the man hadn't noticed Su-bong staring directly at him. The small action quickly alerted him to which he stood up from his table with confused, furrowed eyebrows. He watched him leave the room with (y/n)'s arm draped around the thugs shoulder her feet weren't even moving. Her heels dragged across the floor towards the end of the hallway with a small trail of blood following behind them.

Su-bong quickly started to move towards the scene. He roughly pushed past the people that blocked him while the man was already out the door with her limp body. "Hey!" Su-bong shouted as he sprinted down the hallway and slammed through the thick metal door with his shoulder. "Hey!" The unknown man didn't get far at all as the door shut behind him.

The man paused in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at Su-bong who’s silhouette was the only thing he made out. "She had too much to drink, I'm taking her home." The guy nodded his head down at her as if his excuse was believable with the blood running down her arm.

"Put her down." Su-bong demanded but the guy had just chuckled.

"Did you not hear me asshole?" He snarked at him as her body moved like a rag-doll against his own movement. This disgusted him more than belief causing his blood to begin boiling. The man started to chuckle to himself some more as he began walking back to his car.

Once he had realized this guy wasn't going to comply, Su-bong went insane. The flip in his brain had turned on as he went up from behind the guy socked him behind his head. His arms let go of (y/n) due to the blow and she dropped like a sack of rocks against the concrete parking lot.

The guy quickly swung back but Su-bong swiftly dodged it, sending another fist into the side of his face which knocked the punk straight to the ground. "Who the fuck are you?" Su-bong spit between his teeth as he kicked the ribs of the man. “You like beating up women? Are you that much of a bitch?” The man reached into his pocket to grab his knife and swiped Su-bong across his leg but that had only fueled his fire. Despite the cut only being a thin opening he wasn't even affected by it. Adrenaline was running through his body was he stomped on the man's wrist that held the knife causing him cry out even more.

"Help!" The man cried into the late night as blood poured from his mouth from how hard Su-bong had hit him.

Su-bong picked up the knife and crouched down menacingly next to the man who had pathetically attempted to punch Su-bong just how (Y/n) was doing minutes prior. He caught the man's tattooed fist, twisting his wrist back that it snapped instantly under his grip. The man cried even more, blood and tears covered his face as Su-bong looked completely unaffected, unsympathetic. "Shut the fuck up." Su-bong held the blade threateningly close to his throat. The man shook feverishly as he looked pleadingly up at the psychopath in front of him. "Who are you?"

"P-please don't," The man sobbed earning a lazy eye roll from Su-bong. "I have kids, I have a family please."

"I don't care." Su-bongs lip twitched as he moved the knife closer, leaning his head down towards the man as he stared directly at him. "Tell me who you are, I might let you live." He nicely spoke the alternative to the man and he feverishly nodded.

"M-my name is-"

"I don’t care about your fucking name." Su-bong drove his knee into the man's stomach which caused him to spit up more blood. "You know what I meant." The man's eyes frantically scanned Su-bong in front of him, afraid he was going to hurt him even more. "Why did you take her?"

"My boss." He shook, his lips trembling as he spoke. "I was sent out to retrieve her."

"By who?" Su-bongs voice spit like venom as the dim streetlights illuminated the both of them. The man didn't answer, his face only contorted more from crying. "Don't make me ask again."

The man stayed quiet as he sobbed. Su-bong waited patiently for a few moments as he watched the wailing man underneath him shake and cry. "I-I can't say. I-I- swore my-" and with that, Su-bong had stabbed the side of his throat twice without any hesitation.

He looked behind him to see if Baby woke up, but she still was laying against the cold concrete. He moved his attention back to the guy in front of him, rolling the dead body over to search the rest of his pockets. The grabbed everything that was on him. His wallet, phone, keys, and any other possessions that were with him. Then he had began dragging the body and placed it behind the dumpster that wasn't too far from where he had passed.

Su-bong ran up to (y/n) placing his fingers along her neck to check her pulse. The flipped switch back in his brain, his eyes completely saddened as a small frown formed on his face. He crouched down next to her placing his arms underneath her knees and back, scooping her up against his chest as he hurriedly walked to his car.

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