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[saburaito]

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[yung-notorious]

FIRST RICH BABY DADDY IN MIAMI, IM UNSTOPPABLE!- ♡

— you know how they say friendships never make it pass miami? — feat. satoru gojo

+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x rich!gojo, porn with plot, this is not going to go the way you think, false Identity, girls just wanna have fun, f*cking 4 the bag, drama & mess, miami club scene, miami testing y’all friendship, vip sections & bottle girls, high-value men, instagram models, drinking, high-fashion, unprotected sex, creampie, praise & body worship, gojo satoru is his own warning, descriptions of nudity. notes. word count 6k. title: Flo Milli - Edible (A03 link)

photo’s sourced from pinterest, credits to original ♡

“Hold the fuck on!” You holler in response to the repeated banging on the bathroom door. A line of people had formed behind the door trying to rush y’all out.

“Fuck Utahime don’t sit on the floor it’s disgusting.” You reach under her arms to help support her weight as she continues to throw her stomach up into the toilet.

“I’m so fucked up...” She dry heaves then coughs, tears starting to brim around her eyes. She's crouching down over the toilet, hands gripping the edges of the rim, this was fine, it’s okay, as long as she didn’t get her knees on the sticky wet floor she could wash her hands in the sink and use the sanitizer you keep in your purse.

You hold her hair up as she continues to get the rest of the toxins out of her system, long thick jet black hair wrapped around your knuckles, you two always joke about how if she ever went broke enough she could cut her hair and sell it.

“Wait a fucking minute!” You holler again, more knocks and bangs hitting the door. You were really getting pissed off now, as big as this club was, you knew there were plenty of other bathrooms for them to use. You weren’t leaving till your girl could walk out on her two feet, fuck if it was ignorant…let them say something to y’all when y’all walk out. You dare them.

“I’m so sorry yo…” she cries out…she wasn’t even pissy drunk…you couldn’t figure out why she was throwing up. Y’all barely drunk before y’all got here and only had two henny shots after making it inside. Could have been the food at the seafood bar y’all went too earlier…y’all were in the states so it couldn’t have been the tap water so what the fuck was it?

“It’s cool…just…c’mon…” You pat her back, she’s crying now and you're growing frantic. They’re still banging on the door and she won’t stop. This was a fucked position to be in and you don’t know what to do…if y’all call for help they’d just kick y’all out then y’all would really be fucked up standing on the curb while she’s sick as a dog.

“I can’t…I really can’t…” She babbles out, fat tears running down her face. You love her to death but this was gross, you don’t do throw up…the bathroom was gross, the floor was gross, but you weren’t leaving your girl’s side, she needed you.

“Just get it all out, we can get water—” she hurls again before you could finish your sentence, one final fat spit in the toilet then moves to get up, you let her hair go and steady her as she rises to her feet.

“I’m okay…I’m okay…” She says. The two of you move to the bathroom sink, she still looks somewhat put together, just sweat on her forehead and tear streaks down her face. You gather paper towels out of the dispenser to help clean her up, you have mascara she can use in your bag and she has her lip gloss and lip liner in hers. She didn’t bring her powder to touch up the rest of her makeup but y’all could pull something together before stepping out.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” You step back as she washes her hands. The banging had stopped…she’s okay now…you could finally breathe.

“It’s cool…just get yourself together, take your time.”

“It’s not. I ruined the whole night. We paid so much to get in here I—” She runs back to the toilet to hurl again…fuck!

“Utahime— oh my god what the fuck…” You stress out…you don’t know what to do or how to help her to make this stop.

“I’m so fucking sorry, I don’t know what’s going on.” She cries out.

“Bitch we’re gonna have to leave…but I can’t call an Uber if you’re throwing up like this…”

“I know I know I just need some time…”

“Sweetheart what time!? We can’t stay in this bathroom, we have to move somewhere or something. Can you walk!?” You don't mean to bitch at her but this was getting ridiculous at this point, too much to deal with, you Don't. Do. Throw. Up.

“Yeah, I can walk…I need food or something to hold this down…my fucking stomach is turning.”

“Bro you don’t need shit else in your stomach. C’mon wash your hands again, we got to go.”

It takes you both a mere ten minutes to finally fix yourselves back together before getting it out, making sure to spray her down with a ton of perfume before leaving. There was a line of people standing to the side. Angry and annoyed looks on their faces, just as you thought y’all would survive the walk of shame you hear someone accuse y’all of holding up the bathroom to do lines of coke…y’all don’t even do drugs. Utahime sours at that, ready to cuss them out but you drag her deeper into the club stopping to lean against a ledge.

There were no couches on this level…just bar counters, a dance floor and paid sections. You don’t want to go down to the lower levels as y’all both paid extra to get up to this floor and y’all couldn’t leave the club till you were sure she was good. You leave her there for a minute to come back with two cups of ice water, one for you and one for her and she drinks it up and keeps it down like a fucking G.

“This dude keeps looking at me…” she shouts over the music, it was fucking booming in inside with bodies everywhere. You crowd around her to try and cover her to prevent whoever it was from looking at her…you knew why though…the two of you wearing the skimpiest shit y’all could find off OhPolly. Could you blame him? No.

“He still looking?” You ask, not wanting to turn back to look in case he takes it as an invite to come over. You were swaying to the beat now, good vibes still in you…Utahime might feel like it was but the night wasn’t ruined for you just yet. It’d take a whole lot more than this to kill your vibe.

“No but…bitch I feel sick again…”

“It’s a whole bunch of people in line now…can you hold it down?” Worry in your voice…if she throws up on the floor y’all were gonna be fucked.

“I don’t know…” She whines out.

“That guy…he’s coming over here.”

You look back…and he was…a tall guy…it was dark in the club so you couldn’t see his face. You turn your back to him quick, hopefully he takes the hint and fucks off. Now was not the time.

“Hey, what’s up? ” He approaches behind you, the smell of expensive cologne wrapping your noise and it wasn’t no cheap shit either.

“We’re cool.” You say dismissively without turning back to face him. Not to be a stuck up bitch in the club but now was not the time to be macking.

“You two look too good to be standing here, how about y’all—”

“I said we’re cool!” You argue back with venom in your voice, this guy was fine as hell too but unfortunately for him he’s being met with your protective side tonight.

“Damn, is she good?” He asks, worriedness laced in his voice…you can’t tell if he actually cares or not.

“If y’all need somewhere to sit and chill I got a section with some of my homies…y’all can’t be standing here like this.”

“We’re good, her feet just hurt.” You lie but they probably do, Giuseppe heels aren’t nothing to play with, but to your dismay she croaks out somewhat of a burp and a cough then spits into her empty cup. C’mon girl…act like a lady, get it together.

“She looks sick…” He carries on.

“She’s not—”

“Sis…please can we…” She whispers out…thighs trembling like they’re about to give in from leaning. You grab her shoulders to help keep her up.

“How many of y’all over there?” You ask, fuck it, you need to help your girl out by any means…all you had to do was just sit and chat his people up till she was good to go. Easy work.

“It’s three of us…my name Suguru by the way. I can call somebody over to get something for her too, it's not a problem. Y’all too cute to be standing over here.”

“Okay yeah…alright that’s cool.” You move to help her up, he steps to the side and takes his arm around her waist to support her. Just as you were about to protest to this stranger touching her you remind yourself why y’all got invited to the section and keep your cool.

He leads the way towards the back side of the club, the baddest bitches sitting up in the booths and you could tell by how the guys they were with were dressed that they had money. The bloody red soles of Suguru shoes as you walked behind them weren’t lost on you either…you peep the watch and chains on his wrist. He was iced the fuck out. Any other day you and Utahime would be all over him but tonight you were on a mission.

The three of you stop at a partitioned off booth where his two boys and a girl he hadn’t mentioned are sitting. There were empty ice buckets, some glasses, tall bottles of liquor and plates of eaten food on the table. The girl eyes the two of you, her gaze isn't cold but it is unreadable. It doesn’t faze you though, you could go toe to toe with her if need be.

“One sec…” He drops Utahime’s waist to explain the situation to both guys who were looking confused as to why y’all were here. You move to her side and you whisper to her to ask if she’s good, she simply nods to you in return. The two guys' expressions shift from confusion to at ease, the girl more so busy touching up her lipstick in a pocket mirror.

Suguru waves you both over now and you two take a seat in the booth across from them.

“This is Sukuna, Satoru, and my other man’s girl Mei Mei. Y’all this is…”

“Utahime.”

“Y/N” you say calmly.

“Sukuna, text back-of-house and tell them to bring gatorade, Pepsi, and something for this one to eat. And some more waters.” Pointing to Utahime, surprisingly she was sitting up nice and perfect as if she didn’t just give you hell like she was about to just die.

“Ard.” He whips his phone out to handle the request.

“I’m actually going to head out now.” Mei Mei says, shifting to grab her purse, a black leather Cassandre YSL shoulder bag. Your preloved Vivienne Westwood bag isn’t coming close to that price tag.

“Be safe!” Satoru says, then turns to the two of you as she scoots her way out, her silver dress shimmering under the low lights as she moves.

Piercing blue eyes now gaze at you over the rim of Cartier glasses.

“Suguru said you two were on the floor standing around…what’s wrong with your friend?”

“She’s just tired.” You lie again, not wanting to reveal to them the truth of the matter. Utahime shifts under the weight of their gaze, not speaking for herself.

“Yeah? He said she looked like she was about to pass out. People calling on staff saying y’all were holding up the bathroom, what’s that about?”

“We were just freshening up…” She speaks up now, her voice nearing a defensive tone.

“Bullshit.” Sukuna says, placing his phone down.

“Cleaning crew said the bathroom looked a mess when y’all got out.”

“Was like that when we went in.” You shoot back, voice still calm and collected, you weren’t looking to pick a fight with these three…you know how to behave. Though, by the way they’re speaking it sounds like they run the club and had cameras watching yall or something…

“Look, we own the club. Just making sure everything runs smoothly. This is a business at the end of the day.” Satoru finishes dropping the subject, your suspicions stand correct. This club wasn’t the only thing that spoke for their wealth…it was also what they had on, each of them wearing designer pieces, immediately you could spot and name a few brands…Chrome Hearts, Louis Vuittion, and Balmain.

“You two from out here? Or just visiting?” Suguru cuts in, pouring a glass of cognac for himself.

“Vacation.” You reply.

“Yeah? Where y’all from and how long?”

“Cali, we leave tomorrow afternoon.” You continue lying in hopes Utahime knows to play along, you learnt to never give up the truth of y’all backgrounds when asked.

“That’s what’s up, what part?”

“San Diego.”

“Yeah where? I sell properties out there, I got a house for myself down in Laguna too.” Sukuna butts in, interested now. You stutter at that, not sure what to say…you don’t know shit about San Diego but you do know about Balboa park so you come up with something quick.

“About a couple minutes from Balboa park, we just moved there. I don't really know the area too well to name anything.” You’re lying like shit now.

“Gotcha.”

“What do y’all do for a living? Flights from coast to coast ain’t cheap.” Satoru chimes in, picking up on your demeanor.

“I’m a lawyer.” Utahime cuts in before you could speak, catching on to the game you’re playing.

“Really!? What do you practice?”

“Divorce law.”

“What school did you graduate from?”

“Brown.” Now see the bitch did go to Brown…for a single semester.

“How old are you?” Sukuna bluntly jumps back in, you could tell by his voice he wasn’t buying it but y’all were gonna keep lying either way. Y’all were Miami, ain’t shit out here just like the bodies of half the girls in this club was real anyway.

“I’m 27.” Fuck. She’s lying like shit now too…she just turned 23 yesterday, y’all came out here together to celebrate her birthday week.

“Can I see your ID?” Satoru asks, coming out more like a request.

“We left them at the hotel…didn’t want to lose them. Happened before.” She lies effortlessly again, the dumbest shit she could have said.

“Well someone’s getting fired…” He leans back letting out a laugh, crossing a leg over the other.

“Sukuna, find out who’s watching the door before our shit gets shut down. I put too much money into this building to get sued and pay fines.”

Sukuna gives you both a look over before getting up and leaving. He looks pissed…but Satoru wasn’t…he was fucking smile as he watches him do as he was told. He’s been getting bitch since y’all two sat down…it was clear who the leader was.

“You a lawyer too?” He asks you.

“No, I don’t work.” You keep your lie simple, you weren’t about to get caught up any further. You and Utahime are gonna have to start rehearsing lies before stepping out now.

“Your friend works but you don't? How do you get your money then?”

“I model.” It wasn’t a total lie, you had an Instagram page full of pictures from photoshoots. You used to date a photographer, a popular one in New York, you stood in as his muse from time to time till you caught his ass cheating with a so-called client.

“Can I see your work?” He passes you his phone unlocked, a black iPhone that somehow feels heavier than the same one in your purse.

“It’s on my Instagram page.” You ask for permission before you start tapping around on his phone.

“Go ahead.”

You open up the app, catching a glimpse at his own page before quickly searching up yours. A gorgeous waitress comes by to drop off the food and drink order right before you can hand him his phone back. He looks over your page in glee…probably at the lingerie and swimsuit photos you have posted. Those were advertising deals you did as a side gig many moons ago.

“Ever considered working out here?” He cocks a brow at you, those icy blue eyes hidden behind those dark frames. Suguru leans over to take a look himself, brows raising at what he sees. He locks his phone to stop him from looking any longer, shoving it back in his pocket.

“It’s our first time here…never thought about it.”

“Could I…” Utahime cuts in, pointing towards the food at the table. A spread of cheese and crackers, cooked chicken, and a small plate of mash potatoes…enough to keep her stomach at bay…she seemed to be better now though.

“Yeah go ahead, here.” Suguru passes her a plate along with opening up the bottle of gatorade and pouring her a cup of the blue liquid.

“Thank you.” She says sweetly as she takes the plate. You catch him smile at her.

“First time in Miami, you seen anything good yet?”

“We’ve just been up Ocean drive and the beach so far…couple bars and clubs the other day.”

“So you thought to bring your IDs there but not ours? I’m offended.”

“We heard through some girls you could get in here without one…and that their friends had there’s stolen here one night so we planned accordingly.”

“The hell…”

“Well someones losing more than their job tonight, Suguru text Sukuna that for me, the fuck kind of club are we running?”

Utahime gives you a look, you never lied so much in your life now and this is snowballing like crazy. Sorry to whoever is about to get their shit rocked.

“Ahh…” Satoru lets out a sigh, neck cracking as he stretches it from side to side. “Business business…didn’t think the club scene could get any more crazier than what we dealt with last year.”

“What happened?” You ask, curious.

“Investigation still open, I’m not at liberty to say. But if your gorgeous friend over here ever needs a new job, I'm well connected with a stellar law firm. They represent my club and my other business. I own an art gallery.”

“You deal art?”

“Precisely.”

“Sounds like you have your hands full, I’d love to come see it one day.” You flirt back now that you’re more at ease with the conversation.

“It would be a pleasure to have you both stop by, a shame you’re leaving so soon. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

“Maybe you two could fly back out here?” Suguru chimes in, moreso speaking to Utahime…it was clear he had his pick tonight and it wasn’t you.

“Should definitely come back out here, I’m sure a girl as gorgeous as you could get work out here instantly. Has a scouting agency come up to you yet?”

“No, we haven’t had many interactions out here.”

“That’s good then. They’re everywhere like rats, posted up on every beach and club. Most are scams, if you catch my drift.” You shudder at the implications of his words. You knew all too well about the risks of modeling…

“Matter of fact, I know a guy that knows a guy who’s the head of an agency. I could set you up with them, they’re global and about to open an office in London.” Your ears perk up at that, he seemed legit so far, maybe he wasn’t bullshitting and even if he was it wouldn’t be a loss on your end.

“That sounds nice, I’d really appreciate it…”

“Of course, Suguru call up Kusakabe for me, I’m sure he’s awake. Tell him I have the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on here. And call Ijichi, see if they have an empty desk at his firm, and if they don’t tell them to bring in another. They’ll have clients coming in droves once this one is through their door.”

You can’t help but blush at that…Utahime doing the same. All that damn lying y’all two done did sprouting legs to now have the utmost most flattering compliment thrown y’all way. Whelp, can’t stop the lies now…

Suguru get’s up to leave for a quieter space at that, a sad expression crossing his face having to depart from Utahime…her eyes trail after him. Satoru catches on but continues to direct his attention to you.

“You two have any plans after tonight? Your friend seems to be feeling better.” You turn to look at her, her eyes give confirmation to you without having to speak. You both know what that meant…an invitation…y’all were close to bagging at least one of their rich asses tonight…but it’s going to take a bit more convincing to go back with them.

“What do you imply?” She takes the lead now, composure calm as she speaks. She might have been a hot mess an hour ago but you both know the way in which she can work a man out of his wallet when it comes down to it. Atlanta March 2022, you’ll never forget it.

“Well, it’s getting late…” He starts off.

“...been here for a couple hours. I’d like to head back to where my boys and I are staying for the time being. We’re actually here on a business trip, just to check on how the club has been doing. Glad I did now that I know we got someone letting girls in without verifying their ages. Utahime I’m sure you know how much trouble we’d get into if authorities found out, you know the law…”

“Would be hell of a case to fight…”

“Where are you three from?” You ask, curious now.

“Japan. Ever been?”

“No…Utahime you’re—”

“I’m Japanese. My family is from Kyoto. I was born here and haven't got a chance to visit again since I was a kid.” She cuts you off before you could tell him.

“Really?” He says surprised. “Suguru is going to get a kick out of this.”

“I’m back.” Sukuna plops down on the sofa before either of you could speak, angrily tossing his phone on the table while doing so. “We switched Toji out for Todo, waited till I caught the fucker about to let four nineteen year olds in. The fuck is he thinking!?”

Both you and Utahime were stunned…no way your lie was true…but then again this was fucking Miami. Anything goes out here.

“Hey Sukuna, get this…this one tells me word on the beach is that our club doesn't check IDs. God knows how long this has been going on for.” Pointing to you now.

“You fucking serious?”

“So serious. Go ahead, tell him what you told me.”

“We met some girls on Ocean drive and they told us this club doesn’t card. That’s how they got in their first few times…they said they were twenty at the time.” Lies lies lies and more lies. At least you didn’t feel guilty about it anymore.

“Well fuck me then… better hope and pray we don’t have papers already coming our way.”

See…lying does work sometimes. The two of you likely just saved their club from going under or worse…being raided.

“Hey…they're both not answering…but I left a message. Sure they’ll see it in the morning.” Suguru swings back around, taking a seat next to Utahime, resting an arm above where she’s sitting.

“Did you tell them what I said word for word?”

“Uh— no. Is ‘two pretty girls’ enough?”

“Suguru, words have meaning…these two ladies are far more than pretty, pets like cats are pretty, these two are gorgeous. Matter of fact, she speaks Japanese, her folks are from Kyoto! Don’t we love Kyoto? Your summer vacation home there was featured in Architectural Digest once right? Or was that Metropolis?”

Suguru eyes light up at that, followed by saying something in Japanese to her and she replies back flawlessly to prove she actually could. Your ass is stunned by the exchange…you can’t understand shit being said but you could tell from the way he was looking at her that Utahime just talked her way into a fucking bag! Attagirl!

“Hear that Sukuna?”

“Yup.” Busy on his phone now, uninterested in their conversation that was likely getting flirty by the way she was blushing and giggling now. An arm comes around her waist pulling her in, you avert your eyes letting them have their moment.

“Ticket hit!” Sukuna shouts, the most excitement you’ve seen from him thus far.

“What team?” Satoru asks, akin to talking about stocks at the country club.

“Raptors, 6k off it too.”

“Got 9 off of the Lakers the other day, sure you’re going to beat my goal of reaching 20k in winnings by the end of the month?”

“Suguru at 17 right now, I been threw that towel in. I’m just betting for lunch money now.”

Man Utahime…you hope she’s hearing this! Because these men got fucking money.

“Ha! Well then I’ll quit too now then, I may have lost my ticket tonight but in the presence of these two beautiful ladies I’m a winner. Hey Sukuna, cut them both a thousand, they just saved our business from that slime Toji, they earned it.”

Hold on. Pause. You two bitches came down to Miami with 200 dollars in your pockets now you’re coming up on a stack all off a fucking lie? This city is actually unreal!

“What’s your apple pay?” He asks, not even batting an eye. You gesture for his phone to put your number is…but it’s not his that you want.

“Wisconsin number?” He asks curiously after taking the phone back from you.

“Yeah…I have a crazy ex. Had to change it to somewhere he wouldn’t think of dialing.”

“Smart cookie.” Is all he says before hitting your phone with a hefty apple pay payment.

“What’s hers?” “She doesn’t use apple pay, you can send it to me again and I’ll make sure she gets it.” You speak for her, needing to conceal her actual phone number to ensure they don’t find out where either of you live.

“Gotcha.” Is all he says sending the payment again, $2,000 being enough to cover rent twice over and y’all two didn’t even have to fuck for it. A smile crosses your face now, you feel like taking shots.

“How about we take shots?” You say with cheerfulness in your voice.

“Let’s!” Satoru says, reaching over for the bottle of D’usse and pouring five glasses each.

“No more for her, she’s cut off.” Suguru says, taking the shot glass out of her hands, and like a pliant little thing she knows to be, she doesn’t protest.

“Too not getting shut down.” Satoru says. You all repeat it cheering. The four of you knock back a couple of shots, liquor hitting your system soon after. The vibes and music was great, the two of you were having a great time.

The atmosphere settles down an hour after, tiredness starting to kick in. Sukuna had left after the third shot, something about having to meet up with his wife. You had swapped seats with him now and were sitting next to Satoru whose hand had been trailing up your thigh, he tells you the rings he wore were Tiffany, so you tell him you always wanted a necklace from there, he tells you stick around long enough you could get one, and that’s all you needed to hear to keep your glued to your seat as he pours you shots of Hennesy.

You’re drunk at the end of it all, not pissy enough to black out but enough to stumble out of the club…and still you deserve a gold medal for not tripping in your heels in the parking garage. Large warm hands guide you into a sleek black Bugatti, Utahime sober in Suguru’s Lambo, he said they’d follow you both to the high-rise they’re staying at.

Satoru hands continue to grip at your thighs as he drives, this was an insanely reckless thing to be doing, going back to this still stranger's place, but all the boxes had been checked. They didn’t just talk money, they showed it, so this was either going to go right or very left.

His hand reaches higher up your thigh close between your legs now, you spread them open giving him access to your pussy and his fingers go to rub at it. What can you say…henny goes straight to the pussy and you were already wet from the grips and grabs back at the section.

Your friend Shoko back home texts you asking you how the trip is going, too drunk to explain what’s happening you simply tell her that you both are “outside outside!”, and she sends you back a string of laughing emojis telling you to be safe.

Satoru's car continues to roar down the highway, Miami so beautiful at night yet not coming anywhere close to the man beside you.

Your eyes close, tiredness finally setting in.

The next thing you know you’re being helped out of his car and walked into a lobby, Utahime and her new beau arriving soon after. She looks so happy in his arms, you love her so much, more than anything. Your ride or die for life.

The four of you take the elevator up to the penthouse floor, being met with the most insane flat that you’d only see in movies. You kick your heels off at the door after stepping in, Utahime already being led elsewhere down a hall. Suguru gives space to let her shower before retreating into a room with him.

Floor to ceiling windows make up the walls as you walk around the place, Satoru soon coming to hand you a glass of wine you happily accept. You barely drink it though…already having enough. Miami is beautiful from above, lights twinkling and the moon making the ocean shimmer.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist whilst nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Yes.”

“But not as beautiful as you.” Is all he says before hooking a finger under the strap of your top teasing to take it off. He takes your glass then, placing it on the nearest table he then walks you into the master bedroom. A beautiful space only you could once ever dream of resting your head in.

“Model for me?” He asks, softly pushing you down to sit at the edge of the bed as he stands in front of you, lifting your head up by chin to look up at him. You don’t remember him taking his glasses off, eyes seeming to glow under the light of the moon.

You move to strip your outfit off, revealing a lace strapless bra set with a matching thong underneath. You watch as his plump lips curl up into a smile.

“If only I had a polaroid…” is all he says before taking out his phone. You move back further up the bed and he follows you on his knees already positioning the camera to snap pictures. You pose as he takes a million and several more, and before you know it he’s throwing his phone to the side and grabbing at your body to bring you close.

His lips quickly follow after, leaving kisses on your neck down to the crevice of your cleavage. Your bra soon makes its way off landing somewhere on the cold polished floor.

“I've wanted this since the moment I saw you…” he whispers between kisses, fondling your boobs as he makes his way down your stomach. Fingers come to pull down your thong, your pussy now free from what shouldn’t even be considered underwear.

Spreading your legs apart he takes a finger collecting the fluid now building up at your entrance, pulling his hand back he brings his coated fingers up to your lips and you happily take them in your mouth. He kisses you then right after, hot and wet with a lot of tongue.

“You’ve been such a delight…let me treat you.” He says, pulling off his top and unbuckling his belt to drop his pants. If he told you his body was sculpted by Michelangelo himself you’d believe him. Your eyes trail down his figure stopping at the bulge in his boxers, sobering up a bit from the sight of it. Lifting yourself up you bring your hands to curl around the band, looking up to slowly pull them down and he takes both hands cupping your face and kisses you deeply.

Stepping out of his boxers, he then moves you onto your back again, this time your arms going up above your head as he takes your body.

Fucking Satoru is the closest you think you’ll ever come to heaven before death…every whine, moan, gasp, and call of his name swallowed up by his mouth on yours. Each thrust of his hips knocks the air out lungs yet he breathes life back into you. His touch though isn’t anything but soft, a never ending shower of compliment and praise spoken into your ear. How beautiful you are, how good you feel, how amazing you are, you think you hear words pertaining to loving you thrown somewhere into the mix but you have to be imagining things. How could he? He just met you.

Your climax soon rushes over you rougher than the ocean that the building overlooks, and it’s then you realize how much you want to savor this moment, to melt away in his arms as he now cradles you close to his chest. You’d give your all to have one more night with him.

Your chest rises and falls as you steady your breathing as you come down from your climax, you take notice of the feel of fluids between your thighs and under you, and as you look down you see it’s his cum coming out of you. You always wondered how the richest and most accomplished men end up trapped with baby moms, and if it weren’t for you already on birth control he’d be just that. Having him as a father sounds nice, but in practice you know raising a child, his child in fact, could be fucking hell.

You turn to him then, climbing up onto his chest laying your head down to hear his heartbeat. Fingers come to card through your hair, he speaks up soon…and it’s his choice of words that come nothing louder than a whisper that makes your entire body go rigid.

“I know your friend isn’t a lawyer.”

You don’t know if you should respond or move away, his grip tightens in your hair lifting your head up to look him in the eyes. You weren’t trapped, you could get up and leave if needed, but you don’t, you stay put gearing up to take on whatever humiliating accusation that will eventually reveal to both of you the liar that you are.

“And you don’t live in California. The card you used to get in, New York zipcode.”

“How do you know?” Is all you could ask, the jig was already up.

“Sukuna ran the cameras and pulled the card info from the POS, texted me right before we left. Your full name is Y/N too.”

“I know you’re not stupid, but your friend might actually be. Wanna know how I know she’s not a lawyer, or at least that she didn’t go to Brown?”

“How?” He finally lets your hair go, folding his arm behind his head as he sits up.

“Brown doesn’t have a law school. I was once an exchange student there.”

“Shit.” Is what you stop yourself from saying, you should get up to go grab her ass and leave while he’s still calm.

“How old are you really, and please let it be a number that’s not going to get you kicked out.”

“How old do I look?”

“Well you act like you’re at least over 25, but you look–”

“I’m 22.”

“Jesus fuck…” He winces, “...you’re a fucking kid.”

“Kid? How old are you? 30s?” Annoyance in your voice, you didn’t have any right to be but this kid just worked two grand out of his hands like it was nothing.

“28 and watch your mouth, I’d hate to see your pretty ass get fucked up out here.”

Pretty…he had said pet’s were pretty.

“Fuck you!” You get up now, gathering your clothes up off the floor to put them back in. You were out of here and you needed to get Utahime quick before she gets caught up next.

“You call me a kid but you just nutted in me? You’re the fucking idiot.” Getting your thong and skirt back on, working on the top next.

“I keep Plan B in the bathroom if you need it.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.” You nearly spit at him as you say it. “I’m leaving.”

“Yeah I can clearly see that ya little liar. Keep the child if you want, my god son Megumi could use another sibling.” He says it like you need it. You’d bleed him dry of child support if you could.

“Kill yourself.” You don’t even look back at him when you say it, too embarrassed to face him, you slam the door behind yourself to find Utahime sitting on the small chaise in the hall all put together and back in her heels as if she never undressed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Let’s go!”

“No wait he called us an Uber–”

“We can fucking wait downstair.”

The two of you make your way back down to the lobby, your hands trembling with anger and disgust. Utahime stops not once from asking you to tell her what happened and reason as to why you were so upset.. The Uber pulls up soon after, a jet black Escalade. The two of you hop in, she tells the driver it’s from Suguru and he simply say’s. “Thank you, but I know.”

You sit back now trying to calm yourself down but all you could think of is how gross you felt, his seed still inside of you as you hadn’t had the chance to do away with it. Utahime turns to you then, bambi eyes looking all but innocent. She turns her purse to you, the Louis pochette you spent a year saving up to give her for Christmas one year.

“Look what he gave me.” She pulls out a Piguet, the same silver and diamond one Suguru wore. The watch glimmers under the light of the lamp poles as the car drives down the road. Your jaw nearly falls off your face.

“He told me I can sell it and go back to school if I want! He’s was actually so nice, we didn’t even fuck I only gave him head and he said we can come back soon. He didn’t care that I lied about being a lawyer and all that shit. He told me to stay in school and he’lll make me his wife if I graduate.”

“Utahime…”

“Bitch do you know how much this shit cost? Fuck school, I’m selling this and buying out the first mall we walk into!”

“There’s no way that’s real.”

“Oh no no no bitch…this is real! Did Satoru give you anything?”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe? What do you mean?”

“He nutted in me…”

“Oh my god— a baby! He put a fucking baby in you!?”

“Utahime, I would never keep–”

“Bitch are you out of your fucking mind!?” Her eyes nearly popping out of her head, all she could see were dollar signs on you now.

“I think so…”

Fuck Miami. Fuck that club. Fuck Satoru. Fuck a baby.

At least your friendship survived.

[eggyrocks]

DRUNK WALK HOME

chapter two: outline

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"mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?" -bag of bones by mitski

All it takes is one look at Akaashi for humiliation to burn in her throat. He doesn't look at up at her as she approaches the library table he's reserved for them. She takes a steadying breath as she slides into the seat across from him, dropping her bag by her feet and crossing her arms over her chest. "Let's get this over with."

Akaashi looks up from his own spread of notes and an opened textbook, mouth in a thin line and eyes disengaged and disinterested. She tries not to flinch under them. Akaashi always looks at her like that, like she's nothing. He has this real talent for making her feel so viscerally hated with just a subtle once-over.

Her head is banging, a likely combination of a hangover and dehydration from all the gut-wrenching, body-wrecking, sobbing she's been doing. There is still smudged black liner darkening her eyes and dried out foundation flaking on her skin. The library lights are bright and yellow, and sitting under them makes her feel vulnerable, exposed.

It's kinda the same way she always feels around Akaashi, for some reason.

He flicks closed the smooth, glossy pages of his textbook and pushes it to the side. "Let me see your essay."

"I don't have an essay," she retorts, mouth dry. Sure, she has essays due. She has assignments printed out and stapled together that are crumbled at the bottom of her bag. But the only thing she has to show for any of it is a mostly blank Word document with four words written out: I don't fucking know.

Akaashi offers no reaction to this. That's the scary thing about Akaashi, she's learned in all of her time being hated by him. He doesn't have to do much for you to feel the weight of his hatred. Akaashi doesn't groan or yell or cuss or roll his eyes or snap at her. He just reaches down into his bag, grabbing something as if she were not there, and she can feel it.

He pulls out a folder, black and plastic, as he says to her, "Don't bother coming to a session if you don't have anything prepared again."

She bites down on the inside of her cheek and feels something awful churn inside of her chest. "Well, you bitched about me not showing last time, so."

Akaashi pauses, and looks up at her, the only indicator of emotion being the slight narrowing of his eyes. "We're not here for my benefit. I'll pass if you show up or not."

She doesn't say anything to this, she just taps her fingers against the skin of her arm, and tries not to cry in front of him.

Akaashi pulls a sheet of paper out from his folder and slides it in her direction. One page, Times New Roman, font size eleven. "Here's a guide on how to write an outline for an essay. Make one for every essay you have due and bring them back next time. If you don't, I'm emailing your advisor and telling them you're not showing up to your sessions."

"Yeah, but I am showing up," she argues.

"If you're showing up with nothing to work on, then you might as well not show up at all," he reiterates, as if he's talking to a small child. He then makes a point of looking her in the eye when he says, “And for the record, you should talk to Bokuto. Stop punishing him for not wanting to date you. It's not like you can blame him."

And with that, Akaashi scoops up his remaining textbook and notes, and he leaves. She watches as he marches towards the front exit, and does not look back at her once.

extras!

tendou gets really into pasta dinner

yn is friends with like everyone. like almost every single person on campus has either met her, hung out with her, or has heard of her. she has a lot of friends and its rare for someone to not like her

which akaashi finds baffling

yukie and akaashi were closer in high school but pretty much stopped talking once it became clear to yukie how much akaashi does not like yn

she does not play abt yn she absolutely chose her side and will die there

same with kaori though she is a little less intense about it

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What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble. 

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway. 

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!” 

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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[seneon]

hii! <3 may i request a hc about mashle characters if they found out they had a little sister in the middle of their school year and how they would act to her, also if possible, can you add a small part where they first interacted?

i have a sister..? ──── mashle various.

featuring. mash squad + ames brothers.

notes. this is an interesting req! all platonic fluff.

★ MASH BURNEDEAD

sweet, poor, mash would be so confused. she has the same honey eyes as him. even more miraculously, the same bangs and the same smooth silky hair that's in a specificly round shape. a one liner with pretty average magic. she does not like cream puffs. she likes tarts. obsessively. so when she's in the dormitory kitchen making berry tarts for herself and mash came in to make cream puffs, they stared at each other and she immediately screamed "you just look like me!!" and mash tilts his head. "i didn't know i had a twin." and she replied, head also tilting, "we're twins..?" both of them are equally dumb cuz why not.. mash's sis is based on this art.

★ FINN + RAYNE AMES

little female version of them with black and yellow/blonde hair definitely stands out. so it was made into a commotion then rayne being a d.v. came to the commotion where one day it just exploded. his sister didn't even hesitate to call him brother at first sight. he froze at the sight of her and suddenly all the memories came flushing in of her being taken away. (oo mysterious) "tell me your name. now." he demands and she tells him and he covers his mouth at her voice. his sister who was taken away from him so long ago is now here, standing right in front of him. rayne caught sight of finn standing afar, also frozen. then finn runs to catch his long lost sister in a hug. omg so emotional

★ LANCE CROWN

new victim to siscon about. im kidding. he doesn't know he has a wayyyy elder sister that's like d.v. level. she left the crown family long ago before lance was born so he know not of her existence. she came to visit the school one day as a special guest to demonstrate magic to the students. accidentally introduced as a crown before saying she has no surname cuz if fam issues. uses gravitiy magic, but hers is more intense and solid. lance knew they were related of some sort but he is unsure. confronts her after the demo as she's leaving the school. honestly, his sister would be shocked that there are two of her little successors. would tell lance to keep doing what's he's doing and she's very motivating! lance knows she wants nothing to do w the fam anymore and he respects her for it, wishing her luck in life.

★ DOT BARRETT

in denial. there's a big difference in their appearance. she'd probably won't have such striking red hair as he does but more to a softer colour. i'm betting on her having a calm personality. but her ability tho. it's the same exact magical ability, hereditary, in fact. so when she appeared in school right in front of him, they were staring at each other in silence before dot started freaking out and started accusing her of looking similar to him. they also have the same line marking!! she's just there like "...?" then she'll ask, "are you dot barrett?" he nods. "oh wow! i'm a barrett too! although i was absent pretty much your whole life. lemme introduce myself, i am your sister bla bla bla" super respectful.

★ LEMON IRVINE

lemon having a sister??? younger or older, it doesn't matter. she's just really happy to find out she has a sister kept secret from her for the longest time. probably has super long hair. very confident and charismatic. she's under the wing of another family as that family wanted lemon's sister to be a bride of their son. they first met when she came to visit the irvine house and lemon immediately recognised her as she's that one cool girl in school. they immediately clicked and become close to each other after lemon's parents told lemon abt her secret sister. vv wholesome and sweet. the next day at school they're already besties doing whatever sisterish things they've always wanted to do if they hv a sister.

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[twistedwonderlandwriting]

࣪˖⋆⟡˚౨ৎ⋆|Bithday Bouquet|⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

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Wordcount:1,101|readerx:Idia Shroud|Style:Oneshot

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Your quiet footsteps didn't even make little dents in the noise of the crowd if the small crowds of friends were abusing the free food and drinks of the event to the fullest extent they could. Who all was even here? Did any of the people here even know the birthday Glancing around at the fancy expensive and definitely extroverted decorations that didn't match the birthday boy or his interests at all as you made your way through the crowds of Idia”s birthday party that was no doubtedly thrown by someone with little information about him due to the extravagantness of it all.

Is idia even here? I mean this definitely doesn't seem like his sort of ….event ...though a stray blue flame from the corner of the room drew your attention causing your feet to turn towards the out of place light, moving in the direction of the flame. Eventually your eyes moved from the gaudy crystal vases with assorted bouquets of Blaue Blume, forget me not, baby's breath, borage, white clematis, white gladiolus hydrangea and rosemary past the streamers and balloons landed on a hunched over figure decked out in all white as his bright blue hair flowed with each of his subtle movements while his shaky hands gripped the sides of his phone. Swiping and tapping through all the various games to collect his log-in rewards. Being greeted with the basic hello's of the various Otome Characters and sifting through the automated Happy Birthday messages to receive the "Gifts" given by the characters. Graciously receiving whatever form of item used to pull characters as every gacha game had. The gift ultimately useless since with his large wallet he could have easily afforded the pitiful attempt from the game developers as a low effort way of assuring everyone felt “special on their birthday.

His blue and slightly dried out lips began to move, though unfortunately your ears couldn't quite pick up what the gloomy male was saying or rather muttering under his breath as he always did.

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Now you knew about how annoying it probably was for him to have to deal with all of these extroverts wishing him happy birthdays or shoving information and gifts into his arms expecting a eager reaction like some over appreciative British orphan just happy with the crumbs of society. You knew Idia, paying so much attention to the blue haired male due to your flaming crush you tried to shove down to no avail. When you spend so much time watching someone you eventually pick up on their habits and preferences. Though unfortunately as much as you knew he wished it you couldn't bring yourself to leave him be without at least giving him his gift. It may have been….selfish to want to gift something to him even if unwanted…but birthdays were supposed to be enjoyed right?

Feet planted on the ground like a akwardly placed and unsure tree hand hovering over his shoulders slightly. Feeling that slight rush and certainess you hand reached a bit further…before eventually pulling back as your lips presses into a firm line....at least more so than this even probably already had. Clearing your throat you watched as he looked up with a scow, the heavy black eye liner not softening his already gloomy look adding to the stabbing affect in your heart while your hands shook. Though his eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly as he made eye contact with you. Though that was just your imagination or a trick of the light right? A low grumble escaping his throat as he hit the power button on his phone making the screen turn to black. Though he didn't put his phone away completely, keeping it in his hands.

Those deep yellow eyes narrowing ever so slightly as hist bangs shifted to the left with a tilt of his head giving you a expectant and slightly impatient look "what?” Who knew that this would be so nerve wracking. Adoring that bunt behavior from the sidelines was certainly not the same as being on the direct end of it. Like watching protagonist train over and over with a sword only to eventually be on the end of it. Imaginary metal pressed against your throat as your hands shook while pulling out a bag containing your gift, a few small small bags of candies, and card with a cheap bouquet of twelve blue roses that you had repackaged to look nicer, now wrapped in white tissue paper and tied with a small blue ribbon instead of the cheep plastic wrapper. It was harr to beleive they were same blue roses that had happened to be marked down in sam”s shop yesterday. I mean they reminded you of his hair so it must have been fate right? Holding out the group of gifts out for Idia to take. Mouth completly dry, opening and shutting your lips, scrambling to find words to the script you had rehearsed over and over in your mind all day yesterday and om the walk over. Only to find they had completely vanished as soon as your eyes met the bright yellow piercing gaze of his own.

“I uh- here” In panicked, shoving the items I to his lap as his hands were full seemed like the best option. Mouth moving before your brain had even caught up As the words kept spilling. “Happy Birthday I uh- I made some candy For you. Sorry if it's kind of shitty or not what you like I promise I really did put in effort. Figured you deserved a gift cause you know it's your day of birth. Gotta receive compensation for having To live and breathe.” That sinking feeling that rested in your chest only getting worse with each and evert word, trying to make that cringy akward spiel better. Oh god that was so stupid. Could someone set a fire so this memory would forever be overshadowed by the incident. But alas there were no flames to save you today, at least not the physical type to be rid of this thing and burn the area to the ground.

You did more than enough damage to whatever your awkward interaction was with idia. Heart pounding in your ears blocking all sound as you quickly turned around. Scurrying away with so quickly without so much as a second glance you didn't even notice how the tips of his hair turned pink or the way his lips turned up into a grin Showing off all his razor sharp shark like teeth. “Whee hee”

Blaue Blume desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite and unreachable

Forget me not's- remembranceBaby's breath-everlasting love

Borage- bluntness, Directness

Clematis mental beautyGladius flower of the Gladiators, strength ofcharacter, faithfulness, moral integrity, and remembrance

Hydrenga- gratitude for being understood, Frigidity and heartlessness

Rosemary- remembrance

Blue roses unrequited love, yearning for someone out of reach

[ssivinee]

✧Cupid✧

Nakamura Kazuha x Le Sserafim! 00' Liner! F reader: Your addition to Le Sserafim was unexpected and so sudden that even the other members weren't prepared. It took a while for you to feel comfortable, but Kazuha was able to help you open up.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: This talks about the bullying scandal; there isn't much.

Inspiration: ➼ Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY

Note: Bold= English, Italics= Japanese. A little something short before the next Bada fic... may post it in a bit.

Character Vision Board

In 2022, HYBE was preparing to debut its first girl group. This caused a massive uproar in the K-pop community as the company was already rising due to the many acquisitions. The former IZ*one members were signing, and now the bullying scandal.

As much as debuting under a massive company was terrific, it came with enormous backlash. The upper ends of HYBE entertainment were still trying to figure out what to do; they were getting publicity from the scandal, but the girl's images were also important.

The company's solution for this is adding a member a month before Le Sserafim's official debut. HYBE was aware these rumors would likely lead to the removal of the young girl, so they needed some backup. Even though HYBE and Somu had difficulty finding the perfect girl, HYBE reluctantly gave one of their top Japanese contenders to Source Music.

Nakashima Y/n, the Japanese-American trainee who had been in Big Hit trainee since September 2018. The agency took her in the right after her elimination from Produce 48 and made sure she became one of their best trainees.

With your experience in freestyle, underground dance competitions, and even personal vocal lessons since age 4, Bang PD didn't waste any time and contacted you. Once HYBE became a thing, the company needed help creating a team with a similar skill set to yours.

So to help cater to you, they moved you to HYBE Japan, and while mixing and matching girls, you were supposed to debut by the end of 2023. That unexpectedly changed when you were called back to Korea. You were clueless and weren't told why they wanted to speak to you at the main building, but without question, you went.

You were led through the large building and made your way to a meeting room. When opening the door, you were met with confused eyes. Everyone in the room wore masks, so you couldn't recognize anyone, well, everyone but one.

"Sakura-unnie?" Amongst the girls, her eyes were the most recognizable, making Sakura's head tilt in confusion.

"Please take a seat," The concept director gestures to the seat next to Sakura, who was a bit skeptical with you next to her, not recognizing anything about you.

"In recent events, everyone on the board has decided to add a new member last minute. Which is where she comes in," she points at you, and as confused as you were, you got the gist of everything and just accepted the new change that was about to occur. "Please introduce yourself to them."

"Ah, Hello," you bow, "My name is Nakashima Y/n; please take care of me." Some of the girl's eyes go wide, 

"Y/n-unnie?"

"Wha~ you recognized me with the mask on?" Sakura says, bringing you into a hug, "I'll always recognize Japan's most famous idol."

When you tease her, she playfully hits you, "Ah, Y/n, you remember Yunjin and Chaewon, right?"

"Of course, I'll always remember my produce girls," Yunjin and Chaewon laugh at the girl while giving a welcoming hug. "Y/n, these are the other girls on our team Hong Eunchae, Kim Garam, and Nakamura Kazuha."

Y/n greets the three, and when meeting Kazuha's gaze, you surprisedly say, "Another Japanese member? Cool." Kazuha was pleasantly shocked at the sudden Japanese, but it made her happy knowing there was another member that could make her feel more at home.

"Due to the changes, you guys will have to redo shoots, whether choreography parts in the music video, concept photos, or anything else. So prepare for the upcoming 3 weeks because everyone will be busy. We apologize for the inconvenience, girls; it must be done."

The next day, Y/n had to record her parts for multiple songs on the Fearless album, and nearing the end of the day, she had to do her concept photos and videos. At 5 am, she even had to go to the company to meet the choreographer and learn all the dances for only 4 hours.

You come back visibly tired. Your hair was disheveled, clothes were heavily wrinkled, and makeup was smudging off. You found Kazuha eating some yogurt while watching TV in the living room. "Um, unnie, there is food... in the fridge," Kazuha told her while switching from Korean to English as she struggled to find the words. "Hey, if you're having issues with Korean, you can talk to me in Japanese, and I can help you learn."

Kazuha's head snapped towards you and gave you a thankful smile, "Sure, do you want to join me, or are you too tired? I don't want to bother you."

A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time I guess I should take it as a sign

"Sure, I'm not too tired. Let me just shower first," you tell her and head toward your room, showering, doing your face routine, and coming back to Kazuha looking refreshed.

You sit next to Kazuha with a bowl of salad and a simple turkey sandwich. "So, how was your day? I heard they make you learn Blue Flame and Fearless, then made you record for almost every song."

"Correction, it was all the songs AND photoshoots, but I managed," you joked with the girl, but she seemed a little worried. "Are you sure your okay, unnie? That's a lot?"

"I'll be okay, Zuha; I just need to get this over with so I can rest a little before the showcase," you reassured the younger. You two sat in silence for a bit, but then a thought came to mind, "Zuha, is it true you did ballet?"

"Oh, yeah, I did it for most of my life and went to ballet school in the Netherlands."

Your jaw dropped, "What made you switch professions then?"

Kazuha thought for a second, "a change of pace." You found the simple answer quite surprising, "and you've only trained for 3 months?" The ballerina nods, making your eyes go wide.

"Vocal training must be tiring for you. No?"

"Well..." Before the two girls knew it, they were talking for hours.

I'm feelin' lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me) Now I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

There was a week left before the debut showcase, and you found yourself becoming mentally exhausted slowly. On certain nights, you cried in silence, though not knowing why.

You were someone who trained in the industry for over 9 years, and now that the opportunity is knocking on your door, you decide to cry? After a sleepless night, you realize it was due to the staggering workload in a short period.

For you, joining this group was a blessing, but beginning to become a curse. You sat silently in the HYBE dance studio and just stared at the wall. The team was working on final practices before the big day. Even though you were extremely capable, the past few weeks were catching up to your body.

You were getting tired 10 times quicker than before, and your breathing was disturbingly intense, which caused the group to take multiple breaks so you won't pass out.

"Unnie, you need to stay home tomorrow," Kazuha tells her as she sits beside the worn-out girl. "I guess I do need a break," you smiled weakly, leaning your head on her shoulder. "I knew it was difficult, but it feels like... my body is slowly dying," you whisper in Japanese to Zuha.

The younger girl listens, resting her head on top of yours. Kazuha noticed how you ranted about your feelings, which helped you tremendously. "I mean, I've been doing this for years, Zuha, training for almost as long as Kura-unnie's idol career, yet once I'm here, I somehow get weaker."

"Unnie," the ballerina becomes stern due to her self-degrading words. "You aren't weak or getting weaker; you're just exhausted."

"I mean, who wouldn't be in your shoes," Zuha mumbles. She was correct; you were even doing it made Kazuha believe you were one of the strongest and most mentally driven people she knew.

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now I'm left here feelin' stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

It was a few hours after the comeback showcase, and it was clear that all of your hard work paid off. You felt the audience's love and were happy with the results you showed.

"Zuha, you did amazing out there today," you say as she comes into your room, cuddling into your warm body. The two of you began to become close together and felt safe as you guys were almost always together 95% of the time. "If I did good, you did insane, unnie. Can you teach me how to dance like that?" You laugh and tell her, 'Of course,' even though she was a fantastic dancer.

"I mean, I will, but you have cleaner angles than me when dancing, Zuha, so you have to teach me as well." You two pinky promised, and it warmed your heart.

"Zuha."

"Yes, unnie?"

"You ever think about falling in love with someone while being in an industry as strict as this one?" She tells you, "I mean, I do at times, but I don't usually overthink about it. Why?"

"I liked some people in the idol industry, and they all lead to the same things."

"And that is?"

"Heartbreak," you mumble, but she hears it. It made you think, should you even tell Zuha that she felt like home to you and that you loved her for it?

'That is probably the worst idea you ever came up with, Y/n,' you told yourself.

The promotions were going reasonably well until there was a stage with major sound issues, causing the stage to have almost little to no backing track. Some members did okay, including yourself, but the girls with weaker areas in vocals and less training were freaking out in the waiting room.

"Guys, no need to worry too much; it was our first live vocal performance." Yunjin tried to reassure them, but Eunchae, who was in tears, explained, "No matter the first, second, third, one-hundredth stage and no matter if they take our training periods into consideration, they will still hate it."

Sakura sat in the corner of the room. She's had her fair share of those comments in IZ*one, so she knew the maknae was correct. "Just because you weren't stable while dancing doesn't mean we can't sing. It means we must work harder to do better," you tell the girls.

"People progress at different paces; you can't beat yourselves up for it," as you kept talking, Zuha cuddled her sad self next to you, and you tried to rub her arm in the hug, doing your best to comfort the girl. "And you did well for someone who has only trained for 3 months. You should be proud of what you've accomplished today, Zuha."

You mumbled, and it caused the ballerina to hug you tighter than before, tears welling up in her eyes, "Thanks, unnie."

The group was leaving and going home, and during the car ride, Zuha asked her unnie, "Can I sleep over tonight?" You nodded, as the two of you often did this.

At the dorms, you, Sakura, and Kazuha disperse to your rooms feeling mentally drained.

Once Zuha changed, you two decided to sleep and rest rather than begin overthinking. As you feel that Zuha is asleep. You turn over to face her. "You did amazing, ZuhaI. I hope you know that. I'll always love and protect you no matter what happens," you whisper to yourself as you fall into a deep sleep.

But you didn't know that Kazuha was completely awake and smiled, facing her body towards you as well, "I love you too, unnie," leaving a slight peck on her cheek as she cuddled your body, drifting off to sleep.

A/n: First of the fimmies before my next post in a little bit!

[rachalixie]

3racha as rockstars

look @katieraven i finally did it!!! months later!!! i wrote it!!!!!!

warnings: 3racha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: >1.5k

chan

you’re backstage - you always are, accompanying chris to every show he puts on. you’ve been on the road for months now, it finally started seeming like normal life to you and you’re stuck wondering how you’re going to go back to your 9-5 schedule after this tour is over. when you bring up to him, he jokes that ever since you met him your life has been anything but normal, and you can’t help but agree. your friends joke about how you’re a roadie, following this band around for bang chan, but are you a roadie if you fall into his bed every night? if it’s his ring that sits snugly on your index finger? if it’s the scent of his shampoo that lingers on your hair from your shared shower?

besides that, he invited you on this tour. he begged on his knees, eyes dusted with black shadow pleading up at you making it impossible to say no. it had only been a few months of dating, and you were unsure about how unsure you were about saying yes. the next day you put in a request for time off at your job and you were packing a single bag, setting up a sitter for your cat who you wouldn’t see in what seemed like forever. you didn’t mind any of it, though. you would do anything for chris.

you wonder what his fans would think of you. wonder how jealous they would be if they knew you were the one whose arms he ran into after he got off stage, sweaty and happy and giddy. if they knew you were the one who passed him an ice cold water bottle mid show from back stage because you knew when his voice got hoarse enough to need it. if they knew those same fingers that strung the chords on his guitar were the ones that dipped under your shirt at night, between your legs, through your hair, around your neck. if they knew it was your fingers running through his hair when he lays his head in your lap on the drive back from the venue to the hotel, finding comfort in you as his adrenaline dies down.

you wonder what his fans would think of you. wonder how jealous they would be if they knew you were the one whose arms he ran into after he got off stage, sweaty and happy and giddy. if they knew you were the one who passed him an ice cold water bottle mid show from back stage because you knew when his voice got hoarse enough to need it. if they knew those same fingers that strung the chords on his guitar were the ones that dipped under your shirt at night, between your legs, through your hair, around your neck. if they knew it was your fingers running through his hair when he lays his head in your lap on the drive back from the venue to the hotel, finding comfort in you as his adrenaline dies down.

“did you like the show?” he asks, peering up at you with wide eyes as he nuzzles into your hand a bit. his hair is damp with sweat from the show, but you don’t mind. you’ll wash it for him while his head is resting on you gently when you get to the hotel.

“as much as i liked the one last night,” you giggle, knowing that he would pout about your answer and - yes, there it is. his puppy dog eyes and plush lips make a deadly combo, but you’ve been dealing with this for a while now. nevertheless, you placate him. “i’m kidding, chris. of course i loved it. i love anything you do.”

and it’s true. even before you met him, when you were just a casual fan of 3racha’s music, before you even had a face to put to the sultry voice that echoed through your speakers. even then, you were in love with him.

you ignore the gagging sounds coming from changbin and jisung in the front seat as you lean forward to seal your lips to his.

changbin

you straddle his lap from where he sits on the raggedy tour bus couch, holding a jet black eyeliner pencil in one hand and a soft bristled brush in the other. you’re applying the liner in small, soft strokes, being careful not to mess up. you follow through with the brush, smudging it a bit onto his waterline just the way you know he likes it.

or, the way he knows you like it.

you only realize your tongue was peeking out of your mouth in concentration when he reaches to poke at it with a finger. he playfully frowns at the wetness that transfers and wipes his hand on his stage jeans, looking up at you as if challenging you to scold him for it. you roll your eyes at him instead as you reach over his head, your upper body invading his space as you grab his rings off the counter behind him - not that he ever minded you in his space, he preferred it that way, actually. the amount of time he spends with his head pressed to your chest as you lay together serves as evidence. i want you with me, always, he would tell you while he clung to you with his strong arms. he would drag you up along side him on stage if he could. and you would let him, helpless to his will, even though the thought of being up in front of a crowd terrifies you.

he wants to show you off to the world, showcase your beauty and your wit and your charm so they can fall in love with you the way he has. the desire to keep you to himself and protect you overrules it, though.

you continue your routine, sliding his chunky metal rings on his fingers. you’ve been helping him get ready for his shows for as long as you’ve known him, since the first time he excitedly dragged you to meet his band mates before getting on stage.

“i’ll redo these when we have some free time, yeah?” you say, running your thumb over his nails and taking in the callouses on his fingertips and his chipped nail polish. , enjoying the sensation of the roughness. doing his nails was one of your favorite things to do with him, and his too. it gives you an excuse to hold his hands for a while, and he was addicted to the calmness that took over as he observed your careful swipes of black polish. it was one of the only times you spend together in silence, and while you love the sound of his voice the melody of his slow breathing was sweet to your ears, too.

“yes please,” he says, looking up at you with the softest smile, his eyes staring up at you like you held the stars in the sky. it still baffles you how this charismatic, hard, edgy man you met on stage is really soft as fresh cotton on the inside, and only for you. no one else gets to see this side of him. as it turns out, you’re a little protective, too.

jisung

you didn’t plan to be here. you were supposed to come with a friend, she bought you the ticket for a band you’ve never even heard of, and when she backed out last minute you shrugged your shoulders and went alone anyways.

you surely didn’t expect your breath to be taken away by the lead guitarist.

his torn sleeves show off his lean arms, tattoos rippling on soft, flexed muscle as he plays his guitar with ferocity. his mouth shapes into a smirk as he croons into the microphone, teeth sharp and eyes sultry. you’re entranced, you don’t think you’ve seen a man more beautiful than this in your entire life, and when he turns and meets your eyes you’re lost. his eye contact is intense and smoldering, like the shadow dusted across his lids, and the piercing on his eyebrow is quirking up as he pushes through his lyrics. his mouth is pressed right up against the mic, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel up against your skin instead.

then he breaks eye contact and the moment is gone, the pressure fizzling out into steam and disappearing into the air. you shake your head, resetting yourself before swaying againt the music, cheeks burning.

when it’s over you exit the back venue doors, immediately turning away from the hoard of screaming fans surrounding the tour bus to the right of the building. you just spent an hour sharing breathing air with this band, you felt no need to stalk outside their tour bus to get another glimpse of them. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as images of the man on stage flash through your memory.

“what’s a struggling musician have to do to get some attention?” you head a voice say behind you, the soft insecurity you can hear in the words betraying the meaning. you turn around to see han jisung, the man you had just been feet away from while he was playing for his adoring fans. the one who’s eyes you couldn’t look away from, who’s magnetism made you want to walk right up onto that stage.

the one who’s entire demeanor has changed, gone is the confident and alluring rockstar and in his place is a awkward and shy boy in a rockstar’s costume. not that you minded, he was irresistible either way.

“you’re hardly struggling, i’d say.” you quirk a brow, gesturing at the direction of the screaming. the show was sold out, not a single amount of wiggle room was left in the arena.

“ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugs, “i’d trade it all for the right person, anyways.”

“and who is the right person, exactly?”

“why don’t you help me find out?”

he holds out a hand to you, and you take it.

[glorified-red]

Self Care Day (Damian Wayne x Reader)

summary: You insist on spending the night with Damian. Bonding together as you do a skin-care routine on him and he shows you a new favorite anime of his. Honestly just a bunch of playful banter and flirty one-liners.

word count: 2,880~

warnings: eyebrow razor used to shave around his eyebrows (brief)

I wrote this with the thought that Damian would want to watch Spy X Family because it’s super popular right now and it’s canon he likes this kind of stuff. So I thought I could split-screen and watch it while writing and not get distracted……..I was very wrong. I spent the majority of the time drooling over the protagonist instead of actually writing.

Yes, I've been on a Damian kick lately, sue me. This is what happens when I spend a month analyzing a character.  

“Is this all really necessary?”

Damian eyed all the different colored bottles aligned together on your bedside. They ranged in size and shape, you even had a few gadgets he’d never seen before but he didn’t doubt they were tortuous. 

“If you want your skin to be healthy, then yes, they are all necessary.” 

His eyes didn’t leave the torture gadgets, trying to guess what method they were useful for. “My skin is just as healthy as the rest of my body.”

You rolled your eyes. “If by that you mean malnourished and severely dehydrated. Come on, Dames, you promised you’d let me do a self-care day with you.” 

He met your eyes with a bored expression. “I do not recall such a promise, I merely wanted you to have a self-care day.” 

His words may have seemed dismissive, but you knew the underlying care he had. Work has been stressful for the both of you and, as observant as ever, Damian called you out on it. He loves to see you care for yourself, he’d just rather jump out a window before admitting it. 

You smiled sweetly. “And when I asked if you’d join me I didn’t hear a ‘no’,” you dragged out the word in a sing-song voice. 

His eyes lingered over the objects before he deflated his chest in a dramatic sigh. “I suppose it cannot be helped.” 

“I knew you’d come around.” You clapped your hands excitedly, shifted a bit before patting the pillow in your lap. Damian immediately responded to your invitation. He crawled onto the bed and turned around, hesitantly leaning back. You guided his head down until it settled onto the pillow, a soft cushion for his head to lay peacefully without a crook in his neck forming. 

“Here,” you handed him the remote to the bedroom TV, “Put on that new show you wanted me to watch—the detective romance one, was it?” 

He snatched the remote out of your hands as his shoulders shifted up until he could see the screen comfortably. “Spy romance.” 

“Ay yes,” you chuckled, “My mistake, the Billionaire Detective is next.”

Damian fiddled with the remote as you grabbed for the fuzzy headband next to you, conveniently colored green to match yours. It was his no matter how many times he said it wasn't, but he’d huff if you tried giving him a different one. 

You slipped the headband onto his face until it settled in place with his bangs completely pushed back. It had a bow on it and he looked completely adorable with it on, like a chihuahua in a tutu, feral but at least cute. 

Damian’s trust in you was always so prevalent in these moments. It may seem normal or domestic, but with Damian, he can be so averse to touch it makes you grateful for every moment he relaxes under your hands. He didn’t even feel the need to watch your every move (granted he could put this to a stop at any second with his reflexes). His eyes trained onto the TV as he pulled up the first episode. 

You grabbed the wet towel and dabbed at his face, adding a layer of water so you didn’t tear at any of his skin. Your hand automatically rested along his jawline, cradling his face as you swiped over every section: forehead, cheeks, and nose. 

“How do you have black eyeshadow in your eyebrows,” you remarked, staring in amazement at the pigment that transferred onto your hand-towel. “I thought you guys only put that around your eyes, like your eyelid and under eye.” 

Damian watched the car crash on the screen. “Sometimes,” his tone edged with feigned annoyance, “We are in a rush. Precision in makeup does not save lives, time does.”

“I don't know,” you teased, scrubbing at his eyebrows until the black came off, “I think you’re just in denial about your clumsiness.” 

“I am not clumsy,” his eyes glared up at you but the bite in his gaze softened when you planted a kiss on his nose. 

“It’s okay, just means I get to spend more time looking at your handsome face when we do this.” 

You smiled down at him but his gaze diverted, a slight tinge of pink at the highs of his cheeks. You planted the rag next to the water bowl on your bedside table and grabbed the exfoliating brush, a small round scrub that fit perfectly in your hand. 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“ ‘love you too.” 

Two pumps of oil-based cleanser and you got to work by softly scrubbing the cleanser into his skin in slow circles. It mixed with the water and created tiny bubbles, a sharp contrast of pure white to show you where you worked in the product so far. 

You eyed the screen as you took in the protagonist's personality—no wonder Damian loved this show so much, he was just as cold as he could be. 

“He’s kind of cute,” you said as you washed off the applicator in the water bowl. 

“Who?” Damian demanded. 

“What’s his face,” you vaguely pointed to the screen, “The blonde guy.” 

“He’s competent, I’ll give him that. He’s an admirable spy and detective, but by no means is he cute.” Damian’s arms crossed over his chest lazily, the remote in his hand bouncing up and down absent-mindedly. 

“If you say so,” you started wiping the thin layer of foam off of Damian, “I think I just have a thing for hot vigilantes.” 

He flicked your wrist as it was the nearest part of you to him. “Stop your foolishness and pay attention.” 

He crossed his arms again. You smiled in satisfaction when the corners of his lips upturned slightly. 

“Oh trust me,” you whistled as the protagonist came on screen again, “I’m paying attention.” 

Damian tisked, only settling down when your hands returned to his face to finish off his double cleanse with a water-based cleanser. The same slow, circular movement continued, dragging out your motions to be as relaxing as you could for him. 

The protagonist's dialogue of holding someone's hand made you snort: “Having one hand tied up will make it tough to counter an enemy ambush. But I can manage.”

“He sounds just like you,” you mused. 

Damian’s head moved along with you as you rubbed at his skin. “Unlike him, I can defend you with ease and have your hand in mine the entire time. I do not need more than one hand to protect us.” 

You nodded, impressed. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time we go to the mall.” 

“If an enemy were to ambush us in such a place, they are a fool. Malls are overcrowded, far too many witnesses would be involved. They’ll have better luck fishing without a hook.” 

You wiped gently underneath his eye so no soap would fall near it. Before you could respond, the protagonist’s inner monologue cracked you up again: “Did I do something to make her hide from me? Maybe I held her hand too early. Does she hate me?”

You laughed out loud. “I’m starting to see why you like this show, Dames.”

“Oh please,” Damian rolled his eyes, “I knew exactly when to hold your hand and I executed it with pure confidence.” 

“Whatever you say,” you teased, distinctly remembering you having to brush knuckles with him a few minutes prior so he could finally catch the hint.

You picked up a light oil serum and started applying it to the skin, quickly followed by your favorite roller. You applied light pressure as the roller glided over the curves of his face, pushing the serum deep into the skin to work its magic. 

This time it was Damian’s turn to snort. The side character yawned, “I'm so tired I can't walk anymore.” Forcing the protagonist to carry them. 

“Sound familiar?” his eyes gleamed as they looked up at you. 

You shrugged. “What can I say, I enjoy a good piggy back ride. Half the time you offer to carry me, so you have no room to complain.” You cleared your throat and spoke in the deepest voice you could muster to imitate Damian: “Your walking at a snail's pace, keep up or I will have to carry you.”

When you finished you looked down at him with a pointed look. 

“If you didn’t walk so slow I wouldn’t have to threaten to carry you.” 

You hummed, rolling out his face without paying much mind. “Maybe I do it on purpose because I know you’ll carry me.” 

Damian's eyes narrowed playfully. “You wouldn't.” 

You smiled to yourself, arms up in a dramatic shrug. “Guess you’ll never know.” 

He huffed, “I will keep that in mind next time we go to the pier.” 

You laughed softly, looking forward to your next date because that was just Damian’s way of announcing it. You couldn’t count how many times Damian insisted on carrying you after galas, carrying your heels so you could get some rest. He loved it as much as you did, but the lighthearted banter was always fun. 

Putting the roller aside, you opened the eye cream, squirting a small portion onto the tip of your finger. His eyes were always a sensitive area—you learned the hard way after trying to do his makeup the first time. He always needed either a warning or a telegraph of your movements so he could predict everything—he wasn’t too fond of surprises. 

Your fingers gently swiped the cream on his cheek bone and smoothed it upwards until it got over his eyebags. You tried to be extremely cautious on this part, steadying your hands so they wouldn’t jerk the cream into his eyes. 

His dazzling green eyes fluttered upwards so his eyelashes wouldn't interfere with your work. When he looked up at you, your heart still skipped a beat every time. You smiled, planted a kiss onto his lips in reward for being so trusting and patient with you. 

Damian returned the kiss graciously, it was clunky at best with the upside-down positioning, but you couldn’t care less. Everytime his lips were on yours it sparked something inside you, making each kiss just as good as the one before. 

You parted, your hands still cradling the sides of his face. His eyes lingered on your face for a while, commiting each of your features to memory to recreate another time. His sketchbooks were always filled with you, his one and only muse; he could never get tired of your face. 

As you picked up his specific moisturizer, crafted for his sensitivities in mind and skin type, Damian turned to look back at the show. 

“But I want to draw.”

“Don’t concern yourself with childish things.”

Damian tisked, shifting his legs a little into a more comfortable position. “Drawing is far from childish. It is a prestigious art form dating back centuries.” 

“I agree, drawing is incredibly admirable,” you felt Damian’s eyes on you as you opened the moisturizer. You continued: “Being smart is one thing, but being creative,” you whistled, “That’s impressive.”

Damian nodded firmly, looking at the mad scientist with disdain. “He is just an imbecile.” 

“A bonehead, if you will.” 

“Yes, a bonehead,” Damian repeated as a way to ignore his soaring heart. His hobby was far from a secret. He gifted you his artwork from time to time, drawing a small landscape to fit in your wallet to carry as a good luck charm or just a doodle he did during class that made him think of you. His sketchbooks were extremely personal and he was grateful you never pushed to see what’s inside them. 

Sometime soon he’ll gather up the courage to show you because he wants to show you how he views you: without any flaw and filled with perfection. He’d study your face and trace over each line with curiosity, wondering just how to capture your beauty on paper. 

He’ll get it right someday and that day he’ll show you, but only when it's perfect enough for you. He trained his eyes onto the screen before they had the chance to wander.

You set the moisturizer down once you had enough on your fingers. You watched the show play on as you smeared the cream into his skin. It slid so easily across his features. 

A fight broke out on screen as the side character was kidnapped. You chose to swallow your joke, the comment would sour the mood. Kidnappings were something Damian never took lightly. You still got chills when you remembered being kidnapped for the first time, the loneliness, the terror, and the shock. Even the nightmares left you gasping for Damian, even if he slept right beside you. 

He came for you every time, but the shake in his voice was something that was burned into your memory. 

Instead, you made another comment when the protagonist got hit upside the head with a pole. You winced in feigned sympathy. “That looked like it hurt.” 

Damian hummed in agreement. “Head injuries are always the most dramatic. They’re inconvenient and intolerable.” 

When a solid layer of moisturizer lay on his skin, you picked up your newest tool: a skin-carving Gua Sha. Damian gifted it to you after he found the one you had been looking for for ages, he didn’t hesitate to make the purchase. 

“You seem to be very opinionated about concussions, Dames,” you teased.

“Of course I am, they’re insufferable.” 

“Fair enough.” You used the moisturizer as a buffer to allow the tool to glide over his skin, starting from the side of his nose and all the way up his cheekbone, carving out the feature with ease. 

Your ears filtered the narration of the show, hearing about the protagonist’s traumatic childhood as you continuously applied slow, even pressure to your movements. 

You didn’t comment on it, but you always loved when Damian wanted to show you any kind of media that caught his eye. Manga to movie, they all told you a little bit more about him. He connected with the media the most out of everyone, finding it so much easier to use media as a way to voice things he was feeling or to even understand himself a little bit better. He used it to navigate his life, so of course you learned to navigate it, too. 

So you soaked in the backstory, hearing every word that was left unspoken in the space between you and Damian. You calmly carved out his jawline next (not that it needed much carving) because using the tool was fun and you didn’t want to set it down just yet. 

You sat in comfortable silence as you finished off the first part of the routine, the episode coming to a close shortly after. Damian clicked some buttons and the next episode rolled through, the opening music filling your ears. 

You gathered all the serums back into your bag and grabbed the next part—one Damian is probably going to hate. 

“I’m gonna do your eyebrows.” 

He quirked an eyebrow up as he looked up at you. “There is no need. My eyebrows are normal.”

“They are,” you spoke, shuffling through your bag, “But I’m just going to clean them up a bit. It’ll look amazing afterwards, I promise.” 

“If you believe so,” Damian relaxed back into the pillow, watching the love-interest enter the scene for the first time. 

You grabbed your eyebrow spoolie and focused on one of his eyebrows, brushing it downwards as you grabbed for your eyebrow razor. 

“This will feel like a scratch,” you warned softly. 

Damian hummed, eyes trained on the love-interest as she murdered a room full of men. 

“Someone’s swooning,” you sang as you shaved off the misplaced hairs to carve out his natural brows. “I can see you drooling from here.” 

“If I could roll my eyes I would,” Damian spoke. “I am merely appreciating her fighting tactics.” 

“It’s okay, Dames. You can say she’s hot.” 

“I suppose I simply have a thing for hot, powerful partners,” his eyes gleamed playfully but never left the TV—plausible deniability. If you had not spoken this line first, Damian would not have been so bold, but you eased his need to hide his feelings. 

You booped his nose with the tip of your spoolie. “Pay attention, you heathen.” His nose crinkled as it tickled him. 

You finished shaving in between his eyebrows and wiped off all the peach fuzz with the rag. 

“Time for the best part.” You shuffled through your bag once again. 

“And what’s that?” 

You clinked the tweezers together.

Damian scowled, glaring at the object as if it personally offended him. “This is, in fact, not the best part.” 

“Oh? Is the mighty Robin scared of a little manscaping?” you smirked down at him. 

He bristled, puffing his chest underneath his crossed arms. “Of course not. I have no fears. Robin will not be defeated by metal twigs.” 

“Then this will be a walk in the park,” you beamed.

Laughter was heard throughout the room, your own mixing with the rarity that was Damian’s. As the season finale inevitably came to a close, you settled back into the warmth of his arms, the matching headbands long since forgotten on your heads.

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the first part of a jtk x reader saga series...

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/n; this is the first part of a mass series i've been writing for jeff. this story is strictly written for fem!reader because of some future aspects i am planning. long awaited, yet definitely not proofread. enjoy...

The beginning...

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Groaning, you threw the black hoodie off of your shoulder. The fabric falls to the floor, clinking against its zipper. Your bed squawks when you bounce down onto the plush fabric and spongy mattress. Falling back, with your flip-phone to your ear, your hair tossling onto your cheetah-printed pillow.

"Bad day?" Your friend on the other line speaks, her voice softened by the shitty static quality of your cheap LG white flip phone. You remove it from your ear, your brows furrowing in already frustrated confusion. Your hand's sole bangs against the bottom of the phone, hoping the hit would help the wifi. It didn't. Still upset, you sigh and bring the phone back to your ear.

"Don't even get me started. This new kid moved in recently, and my mom is making me meet him at the neighbor's kid's birthday party this weekend." You explained, hoisting off of your bed with a grunt, and walking over to your vanity. The mascara in your hands opens with a slick pop as you reapply to your clumped, short lashes. Your fingers wipe under your eyes, ridding the smudged black liner that melted from your waterline. You were a classic, somewhat bitchy popular girl. Of course, you didn't want to meet some weird new kid and his older brother.

"Yeah...I told my mom I was sick to get out of that," Your friend started. Causing the brow on your face to rise. It wasn't a bad idea, perhaps you'd try it later if it wasn't already too late. "..Anyways, I gotta go. Work in a few hours, ya'know.." You nod, flipping your phone closed with a click, leaving her without a response.

- - -

That Saturday, you found yourself getting ready for the party despite your constant reminder to yourself that you would fake a sickness. Something to get out of going to some six-year-old's birthday. You weren't allowed to get mad, you completely forgot to carry out your little plan. So here you were, walking down the paved sidewalk with a bag stuffed with candy junk you figured a kid would pig out on. The bag crumpled as you walked, the wind causing it to hit your shin.

When you stepped up to the door, your feet hung precariously on the ledge of the cement steps as the doorbell rang. You groaned, already hearing the roars of cries and laughter from endless amounts of children behind the door.

"Jesus Christ.." A mumble escaped your lips. Not only did you not want to be here, but you were also going to be completely bombarded with children the moment you walked through that door. As if it were magic, just as you were thinking, the door swung open.

"Hi, honey...Thankyou for coming, is this from your mom?" The lady, who was assumed to be the kid's mom spoke softly. A croon in her voice as if she was born, and made to be specifically a mother. The lady was your neighbor, but you didn't know her name. Leaving you with a slight guilt, she seemed kind. Your tongue rolled over the textured bottoms of your front teeth, clicking your tongue and forcing a sweet smile out of your system.

"Sure," You replied kindly, holding out the bag to her as you stepped inside the house. Your parents conveniently were just "too busy" to attend with you, leaving you pissed, and alone. The brown carpeted floor was scattered with small cloth socks, sharp-edged toys, and colorful frosting smears. Flattering. Was the only thought in your head as you took a seat on the uncomfortably flimsy leather couch. Without intention, you had sat next to that familiar new boy and his odd brother. If nobody else here was your age, you might as well get comfortable with the people around you. What's so tough about that? You'd most likely only ever see glimpses of them in the halls after this, anyway. Your friends weren't here to hold this to you, so you turn to the long haired brother.

"Y/n," You start, holding out your hand. He was the stranger one, his grey eyes almost rid of emotion completely as he just stared at your held-out hand. The brother seemed to have noticed because he swerved around his sibling and shook your unattended hand.

"Liu. This is Jeff." An odd pair of names that seemed to feel wrong in your brain. Usually, parents would name siblings with similar sounding names, rhyming names, and alliterated names. The fact that they were both so random scratched the wrong part of your brain. Yet, you appriciated the effort Liu was putting in to make up for his lacking brother. You shook his hand firmly.

"Pretty ass, right?" You attempt loosely at a joke, cocking your head towards the horde of running children around the entirety of the house. A rumble of chuckles escapes both of the brothers, surprised by the response from the previously nonchalant Jeff. Their laughs flatter you, making you perk up your posture and feel a bit better about yourself for a moment, laughing with them.

As the three of you are laughing, and hopefully making the best of your shitty time at the party -- a child walked up to you. Blonde whispy locks topped her small head, green eyes look up at the three of you. Being naturally great with children, you shift in your seat. The leather moans underneath yout movements, as your leg crosses over the other.

"Hi honey, what's up?" You crooned with a motherly-like presence. One that earned an appreciative smile from Liu. If you hadn't just met the two new boys, you would've thought the older brother was definetly your next boyfriend. Despite how odd his brother was, how unpopular he was, and how popular you were.

"We're playing hide 'n seen-k.." The six-year-olds grammar makes you chuckle, sitting up from the rickety couch and looking down at the child as you stand, letting her tenderly take your hand. Her youthful fingers soft with childhood innocence. "We'd love to play! Right guys?" You mutter the last bit to the boys behind you. Despite still being strangers to each other, you might as well make the best of this party.

The long-haired younger brother, which you've learned was Jeff, stood up oddly close behind you. His breath on the back of your neck, making the fuzz rise under your ears. He was weird. Silent. As if he had been stalking you like prey the moment you walked through the door. You heard him inhale, immediately causing your shoulders to roll forward with an involuntary cringe.

"Yeah," He spoke finally, his voice with undertones of gravely static as he pushed past you, following the child. His brother didn't even seem to notice the way you were left feeling disgusted with yourself. He had smelled you. Without any shame, as if he didn't feel any embarrassment.

As if you were like a puppet, forced to follow the two, you walk forward with them. Almost without will, knowing it was better to just shove it all down and forget. Maybe he hadn't taken in your scent. Maybe you were only imagining things. But then, you remember the way he had been looking at you. The way he had been looking at everything as if it had no value to him. As if he wanted to end it all with the snap of his fingers, the bark of his commands.

- - -

Hiding in a dark closet, hand over your mouth. The condensation from your breath makes your hand clammy and warm. You giggle under your breath, hearing the kids trot around the creaky carpet, laughing to themselves as they try to find the three of you. Your neck cranks, flinching back as a chain hits your nose. You yelp and fall back against something warm. Frozen for a few moments, your shaky hand reaches out and pulls on the chain, turning on a dim bulb in the closet that buzzes with electricity. You whimper, your bottom lip quivering with slight fear as you turn around.

"Shutup, they'll find us." Said Jeff, who was miraculously behind you the entirety of your hiding. His smug smirk never wiped from his barely visible features. His hair covers almost everything. He looked like the chick from the ring, standing there with a few long black strands blocking his face, looking down at you menacingly. He ignored the fact that you were horrified, playing innocent.

"Oh...Y-yeah, right." A nod came from you, turning back around and scooting away from him in the dark closet. A taunting voice spoke through the crack of the door. Your brows furrow, trying to figure out who was speaking to the two of you. The voice sounded familiar, yet so unfamiliar.

"C'mon, Jeff. We know yer' in here. Can't hide anymore now." The door was swung open, and Jeff's larger hand pushed you back -- behind heaps of hoodies and jackets. He was hiding you. But why? You knew immediately who it was. It was Randy and his goons, infamous around your school. Especially to you and your girlfriends, gawking at your low-cut tops with pushed-up bras. Finding any excuse to brush their hands on any of you.

"Shit...The fuck are you guy's doing? We're even, remember?" Jeff said, his voice sounded monotone and raspy, as if he had been smoking for years despite your younger age. You hold your hand over your mouth once again, staying silent in the hidden spot you were thrown into thankfully. They were even? But with what? Jeff was new, there was no way he was already tied into this shit with the kind of dogs those guys are.

"Definitely not even," Keith grumbled. You heard the spund of fabric being pulled. Behind your closed eyes, you thought they had pushed back the hoodies covering you. But when your eyes opened, looking through the cracks of the hung jackets, you see the three boys dragging Jeff down the stairs, where he was thrashing.

This wasn't your business. You shake your head and let out a hitched gasp, running out of the closet and around the other exit, looking back at the scene before deciding if you really wanted to just leave...

to be continued...

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can i request lee!leeknow and ler!hyunlix?

Absolutely!

Pairings: Lee! Lee Know Ler: Hyunjin

Genre: t-word/comfort

Relationship: platonic

I Like Your Bunny Laugh

Lee Know was well known as one of the main lers in SKZ, but no one except for Bang Chan and maybe Han have been brave enough to turn the tables on the second oldest, until now. Lee Know was at the company building in one of the practice rooms, dancing his heart out. He was preparing for their encore stages and wanted to perfect a few moves, so he stayed after vocal practice to work on some of the choreography. If he were to mess up even a smidge, he would restart the song and start from the beginning. The music was so loud he didn't hear the door open, barely noticing his oldest 00 liner staring at him. He only turned around when his music came to an abrupt stop.

"Hyung, what are you still doing here?" asked a concerned Hyunjin. Lee Know waved it off.

"I haven't been in here that long," he said wiping his sweaty forehead. They just got done with vocal practice.

"Hyung, everyones home wondering where you are, even Bang Chan's home," Hyunjin said, bummed that Lee Know was working himself harder than he needed to. Lee Know looked at the clock and saw Hyunjin was right. It was almost two am.

"We don't need any injuries before or during this tour, Hyungie..." Hyunjin said with caution. He didn't want to scold Lee Know, he just wanted him to come home. Lee Know looked at his sweaty figure in the mirror before trudging over to the couch, plopping down and grabbing his water, swigging it. He wiped his mouth before chuckling.

"i'm such a hypocrite," he said looking at his feet. Hyunjin walked over and sat next to him on the couch.

"Not necessarily, you just want to do your best, which I get, but you can't push yourself more than what your body will allow. We already danced for six hours straight today, you need to rest, Hyung," Hyunjin said patting his knee. Lee Know played with the water bottle in his hands.

"I'm sorry if I made you worry, Jinnie," he said with a small pout. Hyunjin sighed dramatically.

"Don't. Apologize. Lee. Know. Hyung," Hyunjin said, poking his Hyung with every word. Lee Know tried to hold in his giggles but he was too sensitive. His wide bunny smile brightened up the whole room when Hyunjin started poking quickly and effectively, the older of the two trying to grab his wrists but failing every time.

"Okahahahay Ihihi I'm sorryhehehehe waihahahahait!" Lee Know realized what he said when Hyunjin started squeezing his sides. Lee Know was too tired to fight as he fell back on the couch, giving Hyunjin full access to his midsection.

"Hehehehehehe" Lee Know's bunny laugh echoed in the practice room while Hyunjin's fingers danced from his sides to his tummy.

"Will you come home now?" Hyunjin asked as his fingers went under Lee Know's shirt, scratching at his belly button. Lee Know arched his back and screeched.

"HYUNJINAHAHHAHAHAHAHA" he squealed, trying to protect his poor tummy.

"What was that?" Hyunjin asked as he swiftly lifted up his shirt and blew a raspberry on a random part of Lee Know's tummy.

"BAAAHAAHAHA OKAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY I'LL COME HOHOHOME HAHAHA PLEASE HYUNJINAHAHAHAHA" Lee Know screamed as Hyunjin blew raspberry after raspberry until the leader of dance racha fell into silent laughter. When Hyunjin looked at him, Lee Know had tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry if I went too far, Hyung," Lee Know said quietly as he wiped the fallen tear. Lee Know giggled.

"Don't be, I kind of needed that..." Lee Know said shyly. Hyunjin smiled and hugged him.

"Lets go home?" Hyunjin asked. Lee Know patted his back.

"Lets go home," he said smiling. Hyunjin helped him up and they walked out the door. Lee Know was looking forward to his bed, his bed that he later would fine half occupied by a sleeping maknae.

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American Royalty. Epilogue.

A Homelander x F! Reader/Dadlander fic

A/N: Here's the epilogue hope y'all enjoy this last entry, it meant a lot to write this I just can't get enough of Dadlander fics, I hope S4 inspires me to write more dadlander fics or fics were I can put reader-chan or OCs as his spouse-- will post part 2 of the masterlist and update my pin post soon.

Epilogue

American Royalty

Homelander hurried downstairs, fighting with his tie as he rushed to the breakfast table, throwing the red string by the foot of the stairs in frustration, just stopping shyly by a mirror to make sure his hair was nicely combed, his phone buzzing in his back pocket– probably another missed call from an executive or Ashley about the upcoming shareholders meeting.

Forks and plates clink downstairs, as he makes his way past the kitchen where one of the maids is cleaning dirty pans, spotting the back of your head as you serve Ryan some juice.

“Good morning, uncle.” Said Elmo sitting on Homelander’s spot.

“Hello kid that doesn’t live here but still eats for free!”

“Father!” 

“Good Morning, princess.” 

He was quick to wrap his arm on your waist and kiss your temple, pulling a chair as he smoothly disarms himself from you.

He stares at Elmo who at the tender age of 15 is the same height as Homelander, he’s a muscular teen, a perfect 80’s movie jock even wearing a varsity jacket, his superhero suit a perfect match to Helena’s. 

Her jacket hanging on her chair and massively oversized, a puffy bomber jacket only achieving to dwarf her small frame– it’s a strong red, and the inside liner it's made out of Homelander’s own cape, her suit tight on her with a red X framing her chest something that had now began to bother her father, her shortie gloves laid next to her coffee, Elmo's was black with a white X on his chest.

Helena and Elmo were an odd match but that was part of the duet's charm, with her stuck at 1.55 cm in height while he was already 1.85 cm and growing, she was skinny and her hair slightly longer just past her shoulders, her bangs still blocking her eyes.

But as she lifted her face away from her tablet, he was welcomed by a beautiful young girl, Helena had everything that made you beautiful, like a majestic peony– she had blossomed to perfection, so pretty he would rub it in people’s faces about just how pretty his daughter was, even the dark circles under her eyes added character to her features. 

Elmo was a handsome boy and a concern, even if your daughter insisted she had no interest in the tall muscular teen, Homelander had begun to remind himself every so often that he couldn’t harm the child, he couldn’t scare him to keep him in line, for fear that Helena would lash back at him if he touched her best friend.

“No tie?”

“Don’t start princess, now eat something, we got an incredibly long day ahead lots of last minutes meetings–

“It's breakfast!” You interrupted taking a seat by his side– no work talk until you get to the office!”

He took a sip of his milk, turning to Ryan who was in an unspoken competition with Elmo about who could eat the most waffles– Ryan had grown to a handsome young man, a light stubble on his cheeks as he tried to look more mature, his hair messy, still in his pajamas which made Homelander’s eyebrow raise... somehow in this state it reminded him of Butcher specially with the growing beard.

“Excited about today?”

“A bit nervous” He chewed quickly, covering his mouth to speak– but am certain I won’t make a fool of myself in the interview”

“You will not fail the university admission interview. Godolkin would be suicidal to reject the son of Vought CMO and the  brother of the Senior Vice president of research and development.” He smiles– Besides I basically pa–

“Maybe he wants to feel as if he got into Godolkin on his own!” You interjected– Ryan has been a tremendous hero, saved dozens of people and has done everything to stand on his own. You’ll do great Ryan. I’ll be there for you and so will Genevieve.”

You look to your side, her face covered in maple syrup.

She looked up, her long white hair  it’s all puffy and a tad frizzy, short bangs on her forehead pushed back and her thick glasses sliding down as she tries wiping the sticky syrup off her lips, you check that her beige dress isn’t dirty.

“You’re going to take care of your big brother today aren’t you, my dove.” John said with his sweetest voice– gotta help him out when daddy is not around.”

He took a long sip of his milk, he looked past you just to get a good glimpse of his small daughter.

Genevieve had unsurprisingly been born just as different as she was extraordinary, her condition had been a source of concern at first– her vision quite poor, her skin sensitive to the sun and her eyes hurt under any harsh light but the V in her system had kept those ailments in check even if she was quick to sunburn it would heal within a day.

It had worried you as she stopped being baby, as she began to waddle towards her father that somehow Joh would cease to see his precious daughter and instead some sort genetic disappointment.

But John had adored her, every milestone was met with adulation and praise, everything he had missed with the other two he was experiencing them with Genevieve, both glued to the other’s hip, she was more than a clingy child, she refused to leave his side as a baby and a toddler-- at times she would even cried harder when hungry because she had to part her father’s side in order to feed, angry that it was you who was responsible for that… eventually you both learned it was easy to get her to latch if he was also feeding with her (for Homelander insisted on breastfeeding and no bottle) you could accuse him of being improper if he wasn’t cooing and falling asleep with your nipple in his mouth, his eyes fully glazed and his mind somewhere else, it made for an odd sight but you both didn't want broken eardrums plus it was somewhat soothing.

  You jokingly teased to get him a bra with a baby bottle just to make it easier for her– as her cries every once in a while would break the glassware, he briefly considered before thinking it was too much… despite that, her clinginess brought him no grief, those 7 months he stayed home had brought a side of him you’ve never imagine he possessed, he was sweet and gentle, extremely attentive with her… the guilt on his face whenever he did something with Genevieve that he hadn’t done with Ryan and Helena would wear him down– forcing himself to part from the baby to spend time with them as much as he could, your kids went to faraway places, overseas lunches, art galleries anything they wanted just to make sure he wasn’t neglectful… only to get home and immediately remove his little dove from your arms and place her on his chest, sniffing on her hair as if he was doing lines.

 By the time you both went back to work she would only really spend time in Vought’s daycare when Ashley, Ashley’s at the time fiancee or Helena’s PA weren’t available for when he wasn’t able to have her on her arms, eventually nobody minded that he had a baby in his arms, she attended meetings that Helena had no interest in and even those she did alongside her big sister, much to your daughter’s annoyance.

 Everything Genevieve did made him fluster and blush, his cheeks and eyes hurting from how much smiling he did, when her first word were ‘dada’ he was born anew, you remember that afternoon as you tried to clean her diaper while he pester you to do it correctly while unable to do it himself– he hadn’t left her alone for the rest of the week just wanting to get to speak more and more, he was heartbroken when he missed her first step but got it recorded from Ryan.

She loved the new cat he’d bought for Helena for her birthday and for a while the two had a one-sided feud for his daughters affections, even more so for his little dove love who seemed utterly fascinated by the hairless goblin.

 With every year his children spend with him– he grew softer and domestic, something you’ve never anticipated.

And a part of you grew more wicked as you were too happy that Ryan began to call you mom, you weren’t ‘Miss anything’ or Y/N anymore, once you found yourself cuddling him and running down the streets to not miss his school events, or staying till late to help him with a science project you were more than enthused when you realized you had become a normal family, he was your boy too.

You had grown to like this life just as much as he did.

The day he hung the cape he hurt as much as you thought he would. 

Homelander had died but he did not.

He bore his scars both as a reminder of that final battle with William Butcher… a painful victory, but of proof that he had survived to see his children grow.

His face had been scarred– starting from his forehead, crossing his lips and chin to make it down to his neck. 

The destruction of his face had broken him but as he saw that none of his children cared for his injury, only that he was alive and Genevieve would never knew anything else, it made it not just bearable but okay. It had been a hard road, a messy road but here he was still working at Vought, still running things and frightening every soul both above and below his station, finding his talents in Hero management taking Stillwell’s former position soon after then heading the marketing department as of two years ago.

You on the other hand had become co-owner of Lucci, after a second restaurant was opened– a more contemporary casual italian joint still serving award winning pizza but now more contemporary italian fair, part of the success had been the quality and ambiance but  being Homelander’s wife did brought a fair amount of foot traffic to your restaurants– it was far from what you’ve hoped to achieve but you had a business, away from Vought’s Tower after that little accident that cost Homelander his face nearly destroyed the company.

But like the flu, it came back the next season just the same.

“So ‘The Watch’ got the green light for being debuted at the shareholder’s meeting, the rest of the team arrived last night after that fuck up with United… and we have hours of photoshoots today” Elmo said as he read his father’s message.

Even with the events that took Homelander’s cape it did not kill his worth to the company, his children now carried the burden to live up to the legacy, which meant continuing with the superhero business.

Nigel had become your daughter’s manager and with Homelander as the one running the department it was a guarantee success, Helena had cared very little about the job, only doing the tag-team work to make you and Homelander happy, to her it was only worth it as just another way to keep her foot in as many aspects of her company as she could juggle.

Tragically she had to work as a Supe and you could tell how much she hated it by the grimace she was trying to hide.

“I just said no work… that includes you Elmo.”

“Sorry Ms. Gillman but Dad won’t stop messaging me.”

Homelander looked at his phone staring at a pic of the final line-up after they arrived to the airport, proud of his selection, he had vetted them, tested them and had been working closely with all of them for their debuts… perhaps Helena’s intellect was partially inherited.

“Is okay honey… is a stressful week… 'The Watch' is a 15 year long project… The industry has had a rough couple of years but test audiences and online response has been overwhelmingly positive, so Vought is very nervous about this launch… and we know Nigel and Sven are mostly nervous about Phantasma.”

“I’m not going to fuck it up, I just don’t want to do this nonesense. I'm busy.”

“The suit gets your funding. V30 might’ve been a success but the rest of your research is dependent on your public image.”

Helena grumbled not wanting to air out dirty iodine stained laundry, she looked down to see the family cat pawing at her leg asking for bacon which she happily obliged.

You settled in the entrance, trying to apply sunscreen to Genevieve as she seemed bothered by this new brand’s smell.

“It's not that bad, my dove.” Homelander came in holding two ties in his hand but no Helena, Elmo behind him looking stressed out– you have to bear it. It's good for you”

“It's yucky!”

“Daddy and mom just want you to be safe out there in the sun… I’ll go buy you a nicer one later, I promise.” He was considering firing the maid who purchased the wrong sunscreen in the first place but he would run it by you later– but first you need to go and take care of your big brother… think of this as your own suit.” He said with a smile.

“Is not a suit! Is cream!”

Her voice was airy, he handed you the ties and took the bottle of your hands instead, kneeling to press a fresh dot on her chin, she pouted but let it happen.

As he got up you wrapped a light blue string on his neck, tying it with more ease than he could ever muster, while Genevieve skipped towards the entrance to find her brother.

“I thought we’d skip the rebellious years with her.”

“What, you think Helena is out of hers?” you lightly chuckle– Ryan wasn’t too bad tho.”

“Ryan was delightful… Helena… thank god she’s Elmo’s problem most of the time.” he said while shaking his head.

“I’m not dating Elmo!” Helena came down with a large messenger bag under her arm and her tablet in the other– even if they love us online.”

“Your dad didn’t mean it like that… more like am your babysitter”

“Say that again and I’ll break your jaw.” she said sharply.

“Always so feisty… I feel bad for your teammates.” You say as your daughter grumbles.

They headed outside bickering about the usual things.

“You look handsome.” Your hands flatten his lapels, getting a feel of his suit– I’ll take Ryan and Genevieve out for lunch so make sure you and Helena eat, don't make me call Elmo.”

“If you ignore these” he pointed at his scars and the slight drop on his left eye– "I tell you at this rate we might have to adopt this kid.”

Admittedly you two had given him his own guest bedroom, and his parents just took you as their designated babysitter as they work and traveled for work tirelessly, but when the superhero business took place it was them who handle it, as you stayed home with the other two kids… regardless in his own way Homelander was fond of the kid who also ate him out of house and home.

“I think you look handsome with the scars…” You whispered.

Your arms wrapped themselves on his shoulders, he grinned sliding his hands into your hips and into your ass, giving you a playful squeeze.

“As I always say… it makes you look distinguished… is sexy.” he smiled for the breathy voice turned him on.

“I think the older I get the worse they get…”

“Oh John… the gray hairs and the scar just makes me wanna fuck you in the coat’s closet before you head for work.” you whispered with a moan.

You kissed him, the peck turned passionate, he lifted you just enough to make a passing maid fluster, your hands trying to control themselves to not mess up his hair, you squeezed at his neck and shoulders as his tongue explored yours.

“There’s children here!” 

Ryan covered his eyes, trying to rush past you two as he mimed some gagging, rushing to his bedroom to pick up a forgotten item before returning back down with a gust of wind.

“After you drop the kids… swing by the office” He leaned into your ear, his hand still in your ass– please. babe”

“Those fingers better be warm for me.”

He purred into your lips, hesitant to stop kissing you but as he heard your daughter shout about being late, he reluctantly freed you, as the maid handed you your coat.

As you followed, a small group had already formed on the street catching selfies with Elmo, Helena hid her face behind her gas mask wishing she could flip her finger to the annoying crowd as she entered the car after forcing herself to pose for some photos– Homelander waved you goodbye after kissing Genevieve. 

Ryan and Genevieve are already in the car by the time the crowd disperses and Homelander’s car departs.

“What?” Ryan still looked grossed out, his ears already picked up on what his parents had discussed– hey somebody is gonna have to kept your dad in a good mood when he finds out you’re applying for the Performing Arts program”

“I shouldn’t have to lie to him about not wanting to be a superhero.”

“Being a superhero is what will get your foot in Hollywood. The indie scene can be kind to you but if you want to be the next ‘Guillermo Del Toro’ or Miyasaki– you need to keep that suit to impress future investors, producers and studios.”

“So the same thing he says to Helena… he’s going to kill me.” He mumbles.

“Just dedicate your first Palme D’Or to your father… he’s gonna kill you over making animated movies instead of ‘real’ films more likely.”

He scoffed.

“Daddy don’t get angries!.” Genevieve took a juice box out of her backpack, struggling with her little chubby fingers to remove the plastic off the straw– you guys are meanies!”

“Oh Genevieve… you’re right… Daddy is a saint” You help her out, too young to catch the sarcasm– just let me handle your father.”

You leaned towards him, placing your hand on his lightly stubbled face after handing your daughter her juice, looking at him with adoring eyes, he was your sweet boy you could almost see a younger Homelander in him… no… a young John.

“Your father will be mad for a minute but the moment he sees a whole theater room fawning after your work… when he sees you happy beaming with pride… he’ll be crying while starting a round of applause if anything he’ll be so cringy… Leave it to me… besides you’re not staying in Godolkin anyhoo.”

“NYU in two years…” He leaned into your hand– He did… made a big deal when I qualified for South by Southwest… and… he did got pretty upset about not qualifying for that other one…”

“He was looking forward to booking those flights to England” You smiled softly– let him throw his tantrum, my sweet boy. I’ll be right there if you need me, Ryan.”

“Thanks mom.”

Homelander stood beside Nigel and Ashley as the photoshoot took place, a couple heads from marketing and media relations hovered around, the director of photography assistant drone on about the shoot but Homelander paid her very attention, his sight on the computer screen analyzing the images, ensuring his daughter got the best angles, he made his way to interrupt the photographer as he picked  “bad” shots, the man was used to helicopter parents trying to do his job in his behalf but superhero suit or not… nobody fail to recognize Homelander, so he listened.

“Her chin looks fat.” He mutters, the man swallows and just nods moving towards his assistant to take his camera once more, Helena scoffs ready for another round of torture– she better look perfect in these concept photos.”

The man nods rapidly.

“Show your powers a bit, princess.” He says towards her– "whose idea was to do a photoshoot in civilian clothes…?”

Homelander turned to Nigel.

“Makes them seem fresh. If they look stylish and beautiful in and out of the suit. People will eat it up… it would be easier if we could recreate what made ‘The Seven’ succeed, and other teams that try to be of that caliber but this isn’t meant to appeal to only the American market, so this works… heroes these days have to be approachable not godly figures …trying to set up a global network of superheroes alongside juiced-up V30 soldiers has been tricky.” Said Ashley-- so we gotta play perfectly."

He rolled his eyes, fidgeting with his phone, getting a glimpse at the other supes waiting for the turn or getting their make-up retouched.

“I feel like we should’ve been doing this 30 years ago to have some older supes in the different territories but this mentorship program was a genius move, Homelander, sir.” Ashley spoke proudly– but the girls are the best representatives of Vought and their countries.”

“Just shipping our recyclable waste overseas.” He chuckles in a creepy manner as his sight focuses on the other heroes– "I almost feel bad for Roman Candle, having to be stuck with Deep in Greece.”

“She has a good sense of humor about it” Ashley smiles at her direction– hopefully he stays there.”

The team was a pretty visually pleasant group, Phantasma and Poltergeist as reps of the American division, Roman Candle– a pyrokinetic Supe representing Southern Europe, the tomboy of the team, her playful pixie cut messy around her golden lyra band, her face covered in freckles, her suit a toga with a chainmail dress beneath, and armor gauntlets and boots, then there was Hex Trap– a powerful illusionist falling into her trap meant having a schizophrenia speedrun representing Northern Africa, her suit was rather casual, a victorian long sleeve blouse, leather shorts, fishnets, black combat boots, and gothic accessories, Hex was a statuest teenager, her hair long and braided and very much french-raised but they had another candidate for western Europe so Homelander handed her Norththen Africa; next to Elmo was La Tunda��� a shapeshifter who could turn herself into a frightening beast, she was body positive but not offensive according to Homelander’s team, she was well liked in her country had she not been strong he wouldn’t have given her the opportunity, he had supervise her re-debut makeover– her outfit quite small and her middrift was a bit exposed but it was cheaper in the long run for her to destroy less material, and finally to her left about to have her donut re-fried was the team’s visual–  Joro-Spider a successful model, a dancer, social media influencer, a real idol and the representative of East Asia, her long black hair gave her an elegant look and her black, yellow and red suit her half hoodie and sneakers gave her a cool modern look, she was the 2nd most popular after Elmo leaving Helena 3rd in her own team, it aggrevated Homelander but she was a big draw for audiences.

Homelander didn’t hesitate to laser that half-eaten donut making the girl squeal as she dropped the evaporating pastry.

“That’s your third.” She hides her face knowing not to piss him off– go wash your face.”

She runs trying not to cry.

“Ashley… why is Joro’s hair fucking neon-yellow?” He noticed the tips she was hiding in her hood– why was I not notified!?” He screamed.

“She showed up this morning like that!! We already talked to her parents but her fans” she nearly dropped her phone trying to unlock it to show him the hair reveal post, his ire calmed down at the sight of 200K and counting likes– it's a hit.”

“Tell her to come by my office after we are done here.”

Neither Ashley nor Nigel argued with him.

Late afternoon came and all he had left to deal with was the remnants of Helena’s tantrum, each photoshoot had driven her mad, and now she had locked herself in a closet, chunks of her hair trailing her path into the closet.

“Helena I can break this door, or Elmo can faze into that closet and get you out… but I don’t want to do any of that… I want you to come out. I’m not angry.”

He could see her cowering beneath some coats, he had displaced the crowd leaving them alone in the dressing room, he dropped to the ground resting by the door.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to stress you out… I know between the shareholder meeting, your research and your hero duties you have enough on your plate… but this is a big thing for the both of us… for me… it would be easier if you could just be Dr. Gillman.”

“Can I?” Her voice was a squeak.

“Not yet… not until you take over Vought… after that you can be just my perfect and sweet daughter.”

The door opened slightly, she crawled towards her dad, letting herself be cradled in his arms, sniffling loudly, her once long hair had been cut short, barely passing the lengths of her chin, it was a choppy mess even more so than before, he rested his chin on her head as he wrapped her tight.

“‘The Watch’ means a lot to me… after Butcher did this to me… after his hooligans almost took down Vought… I thought it was over but with you… with you by my side we have worked so hard to rebuild this empire… I’ve worked so freaking hard to get my crown back just for you… just so I have something to give you… I know it's killing you, but this is the only way to bring together our fractured kingdom… for you to lead this new generation of Supes to greatness. We’re American royalty, Helena… it does not come easy to have so many burdens.”

Helena clung to his suit, trying to not pout any further, trying to stop herself from crying.

“The world needs us… it needs your brilliant mind to guide it… in 10 years I don’t doubt you’ll be the head of Vought and no doubt the rest of the world’s superheroes would be under your loyal command… but we can’t get there if we don’t make sacrifices.” he kissed her head, burying his nose in her hair, as he coddled her– or you rather hand your crown to Elmo? Ryan?"

“No… You think the public will love me? I’m not you… am not pretty… I can’t actually fly… am not even that tall! And I suck with people!”

“You are the most beautiful girl in the whole world. When I was your age I was locked in a cage having to practice speaking to people via intercoms and phones… and now I give amazing speeches! Is a skill that you can learn, and flying is cool... is a great selling point but you’re strong and a genius.” He kissed her again, glad that she was still so little compared to him– You’re my daughter and your mother’s daughter… you can do it… for a little bit longer.”

“Maybe Genevieve will like being a hero… it’s hard.”

“It’d be nice if at least one of you does.” His smile is slightly forced but he can’t bring himself to be upset– just to make me happy.”

“She can fly already.” She sounded mad against his chest.

“My little dove lives up to her name… but we need to build a world for her… a world for us Supes and you’re the only one that can do that.”

“I just have to work for a little longer for mom’s and your future…” She lifted her head not trying to get out of her father’s embrace, he looked down at his hand pulling on her nose playfully– I won’t waste 10 years of hard work over some shitty photoshoot. Sorry.”

Butcher had nearly taken everything from her, she had to do everything to make sure Vought would remain, she had to protect her mother’s livelihood and her father’s too, so here she was consumed by anxiety, slashing the hair that’s been played, pulled and burnt, sprayed and washed all day– her nose burning from all the chemicals and oils.

“Let’s go back to the office… that’s enough for today… you got your daddy’s talents! There’s more than enough good shots already, shame that your teammates are so god awful at this… you did great… amazing…” he kissed her forehead gently pushing her away from him, as they struggled to stand up– my sweet girl… you will do amazing things as the head of “The Watch” Vought better watch out..”

“The world you mean.”

He looked at her hair, lifting a few choppy strands in-between his fingers, letting out a soft chuckle.

“I can make this work. Leave it to dad.” he winked.

“Thanks… dad.”

The two-day extravaganza was about to culminate, the fair and meetings had almost ended and the new international team’s first iteration had been a resounding success, Homelander had been approached by his team regarding representatives for India and a NATO backed hero for the eastern bloc, a couple names being thrown: a young man from Hungary and a young woman from Ukraine… he wanted to kept the female ratio high due to future sex-appeal and to foster audiences to view these heroines like daughters or nieces that they wanted to support and watch grow… and maybe with time also fuck– he turned to Also Ashley to politely reject all male prospectives for the time being.

He took a long sip of his ginger ale as Ashley and other execs discussed providing China with their own supe after tentatively selling some small quantities of V30 just to test the waters… he scoffed at the idea, almost colliding with Andrew their stupid CFO over it, it would be easier if he could just rip his jaw off instead of repeating himself, it was weird to be the sensible one on the table for once, leaving the room before he actually killed a man, his eyes constantly flaring as the discussion heated up.

You nudge at his shoulder, inside the basketball stadium that has been transformed to encapsulate the magnitude of Vought, there was the lounge… ‘The Seven Oasis’– the acquisition of the Brooklyn Nets and the Barclay Centre had been divisive but sports was always a good source of income– It was paying off to have your own facility especially after such aggressive expansions.

You both stared at the floor below where only 1 hour ago The Watch officially debuted, the electricity was still in the air as the girls were still on stage partaking in a Q&A, after a lengthy introductory documentary, showing their profiles and accolades.

He turned to see you in an elegant but simple cream coloured two piece suit, in your hand a glass of moscato.

“Ryan is a natural in front of the camera… remember when he was just a shy little thing?” You said resting your weight against him, he shifted lightly on his seat to make you more comfortable, as Ryan and some attractive woman hosted the panel presentation– The Patriot… he plays the role flawlessly, hard to believe it's Ryan under the mask.”

His brows lowered and his lower jaw pushed forward.

“You cannot keep giving me the silent treatment, it's been days.” You remark but he didn’t make a sound– can’t believe it took me 10 years of putting up with you for you to finally leave me alone… guess my back can finally rest.’

He put his ginger ale down, glad that the room was so private, away from the relentless onslaught of annoying execs, Joro was delighting the audiences showing her powers as she swung across the ceiling with increasingly more unpredictable and aggressive movements, it was quite the sight getting the crowd rowdy, he looked away to give you a murderous look.

“I swear we told you.”

“Don’t gaslight me. The one who does the gaslighting in this relationship it's me!” He remarked with a bark– you should’ve told me!”

“Well what’s done is done.” You tried to keep a confident look on your face– now what are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do? Make Ryan hate me!? Just gotta smile like a good boy and deal with it!”

“Exactly!”

“I love you too.” He said with heavy sarcasm, He looked back on the stage listening to Elmo discussing his exploits in Ontario, his goals for protecting the America’s and looking forward to heading down to Mexico– He will continue his Superhero duties! Let him try being fucking Scorcese all he wants but he’s not taking the suit off!”

He smashed his fist on the armrest, breaking it with ease, younger you would have jumped in fright but now it was but a lull, no palpable sense of danger in his actions, you took a short sip of your drink putting it down on the floor, your ears picking up on Elmo’s answering the never ending barrage of dating rumors, being a handsome boy surrounded by a bunch of cute girls certainly put him in a phenomenal position but he treated the answer with respect saying that these girls were like family to him.

Homelander eyes spark as the question became about Helena, he awaited the idiot’s response but Elmo was more than genuine when he spoke of her like her sister, the bastard did sleep in his house enough, he even ended his answer referring to Homelander as his uncle, looking into the booth with a wink– Helena was doing her best to stay still glad that her gasmask covered half her face and her bangs hid her eyes so nobidy saw her pissed off expression, the interviewer turned to Helena about the same question.

“Too busy.” Her tone was playful– maybe when am older and not helping take care of the country! Just not with this doofus!” She elbowed him playfully.

Ryan gave her an approving nod, definitely acting like the good older brother he was, as he reviewed the next question and quickly proceeded to ask the one after.

The audience seemed happy about that, Homelander relaxed turning back to you.

“You have my support there… The Patriot won’t fade away… our boy isn’t stupid, he knows being a super puts him in a better spot than others… but I better have your support for his dreams, in the same way I have supported this grand vision of yours… in the same way you and I have supported Helena.” You rested your chin on his elbow– remember when Helena graduated from MIT… how happy you were?” 

He could still see his little 11 year old in her cap, a couple murmurs irritated him as they were incredulous to see a small child on stage, he had taken the job of her driver: flying her back and forth, he was happier when she went to Cornell just to make the trips shorter, her bubble was useful but you both were too worried about her going on her own meeting planes, birds and god knows what else.

He was one of those embarrassing parents that evening.

“Am not upset about him not pursuing Crime Fighting… am upset about being lied to… of course I’ll support him! What kind of dad would I be if I stayed mad about it!?”

“I’m glad you are still doing your best.” You stroke his chin letting him kiss your palm as he follows your tender gestures– Maybe we should start heading downstairs to meet the rest of the execs… heard from Ashley, Russia is throwing some big numbers.” 

“Oh geez can’t wait for ‘The Cold War 2: Electric boogaloo edition’ these fucking idiots… Where’s Genevieve? She’s probably tired or high on sugar” he started getting up leaving his mess for somebody else to clean, offering you a hand to help stand up– you look great… that skirt makes your ass look amazing, hope the whole place knows just how good my wife’s ass is…” He gave your behind a light smack as you foolishly took the lead– better than wine.”

“She’s with Ashley’s wife, and thank you… you look cute in a turtleneck… maybe I get to see you out of it.”

As you left the suite, he stopped himself by the door looking into the crowd as ‘The Watch’ began to leave the stage.

“Was it worth it? Getting married and living with me and such.”

He could hear Helena's heartbeat finally calming down, Hearing Ryan speak kindly into her ear. You stared at him unsure as to what brought this on but whatever his ear was picking up might’ve stressed him out.

“I’m happy. I don’t recognize myself some mornings. But I didn’t think I was going to make it back then, always afraid CPS or Vought would take my kid away… wondering if I had a future to give her… then I realized I don’t want to recognize that old me…”

“Sometimes I miss that voice in my head but I don’t think I want him to come back… I like this… I like us… I like the Gillman’s… even the cat,  that fat lazy naked cat.”

“You love that cat, you give him chamomile and oat baths so his skin stays healthy!” You laughed thinking of Homelander and that tiny goblin mewling as he stroked his paws with some soothing balm cream made for cats– I like this too… I like that we made it work.”

“And you… you like me? Like you liked me the first time?” you were a bit incredulous at hearing this 50 year old man sound like a teen for the moment, his hand heavy on the door but jittery– I like you… like you lots.”

You blushed, trying to calm down as he swayed lightly on his toes.

“Well you certainly don’t come home covered in blood and guts as often, like when we first met… Jesus you ruined so many nice tops because you were such a messy but sweet boy… shame… I wouldn’t mind getting rid of some shirts” you giggled, you were always a little messed up, you had to be to find him lovely in the first place– I like you… a lot… so…do… you wanna go out on a date with me then?”

You twirled with your hair, biting on your lip trying to be cheesy, here you were a teenage girl  asking your crush on the school yard once again.

“Y-Y-Yes!” He swallowed, looking genuinely nervous– Should I get covered in blood for our date?”

“Maybe… altho maybe we should save that up for after Ryan moves to campus, Helena should be busy at work… and I get Ashley and her wife to babysit Genevieve… they want some more practice before the adoption finalizes…so promise?”

“Promise.”

His eyes glowed in a way no superpowered laser ever could imitate, he held your hand as he closed the door behind.

You both thinking about where to go for your next date.

“Maybe we could go furniture shopping and get a singular bed for our bedroom…” He said nervously.

“Maybe” You winked at him.

The end.

A/N: lowkey want to write a sequel to thsi fic but centering on Helena as she tries to be a hero one day so this its baity, also Helena is canonically a lesbian so she'll never be with Elmo as to how Homie will react well I always write him as canon Bi but he doesn't know she's gay yet so who knows.

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heyy :D can i request jeemin x f!reader ?? soo jeemin knew how sensitive you are and you sometimes take things very seriously and she’s the type who’s love language is bullying you 😭 she would always pick on you all the time, mostly since she’s way taller than you ;) BUT BUT one day you give her the silent treatment cz u were so mad at her that day 😤

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Hiiii Anon <3 Thanks for this request, it’s so cute 😭🫶🏼

Bang Jeemin x F!reader

⚠️: trainee au, comedy, fluff, reader is an 04 liner

You thought becoming a trainee under Hybe was the best thing that happened in your life. Not until you met the bubbly and talented Bang Jeemin who welcomed you to the company when you first arrived.

You found her absolutely charming and you realised you were falling for the taller girl when the butterflies were going crazy in your stomach. And they were fluttering at everything Jeemin did whether it be Jeemin talking to you with that bright smile or even if she was just eating her snacks alone in the studio.

Long story short you confessed to her in a photo booth during the 5 second countdown and Jeemin responded to it by grabbing your waist and kissing your lips. The photos came out great and it’s displayed on both of your phone cases and set as your lock screens.

You two continued going strong, even through the process of R U Next’s development.

Being a few months into the relationship, you enjoyed all the hugs, kisses, and praises Jeemin gave you every second of the day. However, you weren’t prepared for the amount of playful bullying that turned out to be your girlfriend’s love language.

She enjoys targeting your height more than anything.

Which is what she was doing right now.

You and the other R U Next contestants had finished an intense workout, leaving everyone drenched in their own sweat and dragging their weak bodies for water.

Looking around the gym, you saw your sweaty yet super attractive girlfriend drinking out her water bottle. You approached her with puppy eyes.

“Baby can I have some?”

Jeemin pursed her lips. “Hmmm, say you love me first”

You groaned, clearly not in the mood for her childish antics today but your dry throat needed that refreshment. “I love you. Can I drink it now?”

“Give me a kiss”

“Jeemin I’m thirsty!”

“The quicker you give me this kiss, the quicker you’ll get some water”

You stomped your feet, which your girlfriend found adorable, and you went on your toes to kiss her lips. But as you reached for the bottle afterwards, Jeemin was quick to raise it up in the air, her long arm made it impossible for you to even jump for it.

“Are you kidding me right now, Bang Jeemin?”

“Come get it, babe” Jeemin smirked and waved the bottle around.

You would usually fight back at times like this but your worn out body wanted the complete opposite. There was no energy left to climb your girlfriend’s tree height and snatch that water out of her hands but you just needed some cold liquid to quench your thirst.

Giving a frustrated sigh, your eyes scanned the room again and you saw Yunah grabbing an ice cold water bottle from her duffel bag. Deciding not to continue with your girlfriend’s lame bullying, you jogged to Yunah and caressed her arm.

Jeemin was left confused. “Wait Y/n”

“Yunah-ya…”

The taller 04 contestant almost melted at your cute eyes. “What’s up?”

“Can I please drink some of your water?”

She didn’t hesitate to give the bottle and let you chug it down like you were stranded on an island for days. Her eyes widened at the now empty bottle that you kindly returned to her.

“Damn, did Jeemin not pack you enough water or something”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of your girlfriend’s name.

“I don’t wanna talk to her right now. She’s being mean”

“It’s Jeemin. She’s always mean” Yunah shrugged but you shook your head.

“I’m not in the mood today and she’s making it worse by picking on me. We’ll see how she likes it when I give her the silent treatment”

Yunah chuckled and ruffled your sweaty hair. “You’re sensitive today, aren’t you?”

You slapped her hand away. “Am not”

“Is Y/n having a tantrum again?” Chanelle walked to your side and poked it.

You nudged her with your elbow. “Shut up, I’m not having a tantrum. Just need some time away from Jeemin”

The two snickered at your pouty lips and crossed arms. You indeed looked like a baby who wasn’t allowed to buy the toy you wanted.

Once everyone has returned to the dorms and took a refreshing shower, Jiwoo offered to order the entire group some take out as a reward for their hard work.

Since the dorms were too small to fit all 22 contestants, everyone walked to the park nearby and laid out the feast on a big bench.

“Thank you for the food Jiwoo Unnie!!” Everyone cheered and started digging in.

Jeemin took a bite out of some fried chicken and squealed at the delicious taste. She picked up another piece and turned around, thinking you were there for her to feed but she was surprised to see Jihyun instead.

Jihyun smiled and opened her mouth. “Ahhhhh”

Jeemin fed her the chicken anyways before looking around. She found you sitting with Chanelle at the end of the table who was feeding you rose tteokbeokki. Some sauce was left on your lips and the half American wiped it off with her thumb.

Jeemin didn’t appreciate that at all.

She stood up and walked around the table, using the chopsticks to grab another piece of chicken and aiming it in front of your face. “Baby, try this”

You continued eating the tteokbeokki that Chanelle offered, completely ignoring your girlfriend’s presence. Swallowing the food, you thanked Chanelle and walked off to sit between Jeongeun and Wonhee.

Jeemin’s shoulders dropped with disappointment. “Why is she mad at me?”

Chanelle shrugged. “She told me you annoyed her during the workout sesh”

“But what did I do?”

“She didn’t tell me specifically. Just give her some space, she’s a hotheaded little girl”

Jeemin pouted and took the free seat next to Chanelle.

And that is how the day painfully continued for Bang Jeemin. When she tried to hold your hand, you’d pull back and run off to link arms with Moa.

When she tried to whisper ‘I love you’s into your ear, you’d turn your head away and pretend that you had something much more important to do.

It was slowly killing the poor girl and she was close to crying under the bed covers for the rest of the day but she would get scolded for missing any practices.

Finally taking Chanelle’s advice, Jeemin stayed out of your way and attempted to make herself feel better by sticking next to Hyewon.

“You look like a kicked puppy” Hyewon commented as she stretched.

Jeemin stared at her reflection in the studio mirrors. “I miss my girlfriend”

“Then stop bullying her”

“Is that why she’s mad?”

“She’s a short girl with a big temper. Just be patient and I’m sure she’ll come around soon” Hyewon smiled, rubbing Jeemin’s back out of comfort.

“You’re right. Wanna film a TikTok?”

Hyewon nodded with sparkling eyes. “Let’s do it! What did you wanna do?”

“I saw this cool dance recently. It’s saved on my phone!” Jeemin excitedly took out her phone and scrolled through her saved videos, finally showing Hyewon the choreo.

“Looks easy enough. Run me through it”

As both contestants began their own little practice, you were sitting on the other side, staring at your girlfriend with worried eyes. You hoped your silent treatment didn’t go too far.

All thoughts were interrupted when someone sat beside you. “You can’t ignore Jeemin forever you know”

“Funa Unnie, am I being too harsh?” You asked while tucking your knees to your chest.

“I don’t think so, but I feel like you should start paying attention to her. She’s been walking with a grey cloud over her head”

“Are you like this with Moa Unnie too?”

Funa nodded. “Yes but not all the time. She’s like a cat with zoomies at 3am”

You gave a little chuckle before standing up. “I guess I should talk to Jeemin then”

“Alright, see you later”

As you took a few steps towards your dancing girlfriend, Jeemin made a wrong step and ended up colliding into Hyewon, causing them to fall on the ground.

“Jeemin!” You gasped and went on your knees to cup her face. “Are you okay? Any scratches? Bruises?”

She leaned her face into your warm palms. “Now you wanna talk to me? I should fall over more”

“Hey don’t say that!” You hissed. “But Im sorry for ignoring you, baby. I was a bit angry with your bullying”

“No no I should be sorry! I take it too far most of the time”

“I missed you, Jeeminie” you smiled, making her smile too.

The grey cloud above Jeemin’s head had disappeared.

“Oh you wouldn’t believe the state I was in. I missed you more than anything in this world” She said and jumped over to hug you tight.

“So no one’s gonna ask if I’m okay?” Hyewon crossed her arms.

You and Jeemin grabbed her hands and yanked Hyewon back on her feet. “You still wanna do the choreo?”

Hyewon nodded. “Duh! Wanna join Y/n?”

“Yeah sure”

Jeemin held your waist. “Stay by my side forever”

“Did the silent treatment make you this sappy, Bub?” You pinched at her cheeks.

“You have no idea”

“Okay, if we’re gonna do this TikTok, you two need to drop the PDA” Hyewon scolded.

“But I love my girlfriend so muchhh~”

You blushed as Jeemin went on to litter your face with kisses, completely ignoring Hyewon’s words.

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BODY

Long legs. Average legs. Short legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Slender arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Ample stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Muscular frame. Beefy frame. Curvy frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Acrylic nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Straight waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Average fingers. Short fingers. Narrow shoulders. Average shoulders. Broad shoulders.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 140-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2 m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Light. Tanned. Brown. Dark. Rosy. Neutral. Olive. Golden. Pallid. Blotchy. Albinism. Vitiligo. Birthmarks. Freckles. Moles. Wrinkles. Stretch marks. Scars. Burns. Acne. Smooth. Dry. Oily. Combination.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Dark brown. Light brown. Hazel. Green. Blue. Grey. Violet. Gold. Other. Heterochromia. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Protruding. Narrow. Monolid. Almond. Round. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Average. Oily. Dry. Neutral. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Smooth. Straight. Wavy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Bob. Mullet. Mohawk. Half-shaved. Under cut. Buzz cut. Shaved. Bald. Hair extensions. Weave. Afro. Waves. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Braids. Twists. Faux locs. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Armpit length. Mid-back length. Waist length. Hip length. Past hip-length. Middle part. Side part. Blunt bangs. Curtain bangs. Wispy bangs. Short bangs. Side bangs. Dyed bangs. Ombre. Dyed. Grey. White. Platinum. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry blonde. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Caramel brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Black. Jet black. Clean shaven. Stubble. Sideburns. Moustache. Goatee. Beard. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Half sleeve. Forearm tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Hand tattoo(s). Ankle tattoo. Calf tattoo. Thigh tattoo. Hip tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Rib tattoo(s). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. Face tattoo(s). One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Prince Albert piercing. Industrial piercing. Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Conch piercing. Earlobe piercings. Stretched out ears. Eyebrow piercing(s). Bridge piercing. Tongue piercing(s). Monroe piercing. Angel bites. Snake bites. Labret. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Light eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colourful eyeshadow. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip liner. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Neutral lips. Dark lips. Colourful lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Blush. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturiser. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturiser. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Cigarette pants. Cargo pants. Khaki pants. Harem pants. Sweatpants. Yoga pants. Leggings. Tights. Stockings. Overknee socks. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Ballerina skirt. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sundress. T-shirt/Sweater dress. Tight/Form-fitting dress. High slit dress/skirt. Cocktail dress. Gowns. Tuxedo. Suit. Tie. Waistcoat. Sweater vest. Sweater. Hoodie. Leather jacket. Denim jacket. Bomber jacket. Parka. Peacoat. Trench coat. Cardigans. Tunic. Turtleneck. Blouse. Button up shirt. Cuban shirt. Flannel shirt. Polo shirt. Camisole. Bustier. Tube top. Crop top. Tank top. Muscle T-shirt. T-shirt. Band T-shirt. Sports T-shirt. Basketball shorts. Pleated shorts. Jean shorts. Hotpants. Bodysuit. Jumpsuit. Overalls. Corset. Nightgowns. Robes. Lingerie. Bra. Sports bra. G-string. Thong. Panties. Briefs. Boxer briefs. Boxers. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Revealing clothing. Designer. High street. Thrift. Patterns. Florals. Polka dots. Stripes. Sequins. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Fur/Faux fur. Light colours. Pastels. Neon colours. Bright colours. Dark colours. White. Black. Heavy armour. Medium armour. Light armour.

SHOES

Bare feet. Slippers. Sandals. Gladiator shoes. Flats. Slip-ons. Loafers. Oxfords. Sneakers. High tops. Ankle boots. Hiking boots. Combat boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Wedges. Stilettos. Chunky. Kitten heels. Slingbacks. Pumps. High Heels. Stripper heels.

[iamheadphones]

June 11, 3027

Lapis took in a deep breath as she looked at the door in front of her. Her heart was pounding as she felt nervous butterflies flying around in her stomach. She gently knocked on Jade’s door looking down to see the outfit she was wearing. She decided to put on a dark blue headband, and tank top dress with a triple ruffled skirt that ended at her knees, a quarter sleeved blouse that ended slightly below her skirt, and a pair of kitten heels in a slightly darker shade of blue. Her legs were shaking violently as the door opened. She looked up at Jade who raised a brow. “Are you okay?” Jade asked. “Yeah, I’m fine, I was just wondering if you could maybe do my make up for me before I go and meet Marina, and her mom.” Lapis said slightly fast, holding one of her arms, and looking down. “Sure.” Jade said before Lapis looked up. She was slightly surprised as Jade beckoned her into her room. Lapis walked in. The room was painted a pastel green, with a white wood bed with a pastel green quilt next to a large white bookshelf with some books, fake plants, and a few jewelry boxes. To her left was a white door and a large white vanity with two stools by it. On the vanity were a variety of makeup types including eyeshadow, lipstick, lip gloss, blush, nail polish, and eye liner. All in different colors, and in different skin tones. It was weird to her at first until she learned she worked at a beauty salon. Lapis sat down at the seat closest to the door whilst Jade sat across from her. “So what type of look are you going for?” Jade asked as Lapis gud in the pocket of her dress and pulled out her phone. She pulled up the text Marina sent her before her shift had ended. The text contained a mention of the type of look to go for. It was very appreciated since other date nights the two had she would always end up having to ask for what look would best suit the date. Marina had said that a decent looking, but casual look would do. As if they were going to a nice restaurant, or on a picnic. Jade looked at the text and nodded. “Alright, I think I can do that.” Jade said as she grabbed a hair tie. “I’m going to monetarily mess up your hair, but it is just your bangs since your headband holds back the rest of your hair.” Jade explained as Lapis nodded. Before Jade tied her bangs up and put part of them under her head band. Jade then grabbed a few tubes of what looked like lotion at first. She grabbed Lapis left arm gently and started holding the tubes up to her arm, and seemed to be comparing them. That’s when she noticed the different shades of brown. Seeing which one best matched her skin tone before eventually settling on a tone that was basically her own. “This is a concealer. It basically covers up stuff like dark spots, and pimples by blending it into the skin.” Jade said as squeezed some out and rubbed her hands together. Lapis closed her eyes. She felt Jade’s hands rub against her face alongside the cold concealer. It felt almost like someone was putting on lotion on her face. “So are you excited to meet Marina’s mother?” Jade asked as Lapis took in a shaky breath. “A little, but mostly nervous since Marina tends to talk about the not so good things from her mother over the better things.” Lapis answered as she recalled the conversation the two had last night. “Is she homophobic?” Jade asked. “No, she knows we’re dating, and doesn’t have a problem with it. It’s Marina’s father who is homophobic.” Jade hummed before removing her hand from her face. “Okay.” Jade said as Lapis opened her eyes. She saw Jade wipe her hands off on what looked like a wet rag. “I’m going to need you to close your eyes again. Because I’m going to give you some eye shadow, and eyeliner.” Lapis nodded as she closed her eyes again. “So does having to meet with Marina’s mother have anything to do with the panic attack you were having the other day?" Jade asked.