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Lex, completely willing to save his meta-nephew from the government organization try to make him a human experiment: hey Superloser, i am breaking the law to save my nephew from a blackout sight for being a type of meta not covered in the Meta Protections Acts. Ignore all calls for help from this area—apparently they’ve dissected beings his meta abilities mimic, and he’s alive.
Superman (10,000+ questions): do you want backup?
Lex, rolling his eyes: no. I am telling you to ignore what happens to the people trying to kill my little nephew.
Superman: … (be on standby to prevent murder, or go as Clark to get info and expose this shit… get Lois on the story, Superman to get life support and such and prevent multiple Geneva convention violations.)
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Lex, carrying Danny out in the Fenton Peeler suit to stabilize him: now, i have your baselines from our reunion last month—inform me of any future power developments so i can reinforce your new suits for that in the future when doing R&D
Danny, semi-conscious: i die a alot
Lex, increasingly concerned: does Maddie know?
Danny, giggly: sorta? Maybe, some timelines yes, some no. Clocky thinks its more fun to see me not tell her since then they go overboard and its so, soooo embarassing. They branded merch of me in both forms.
Lex, wincing: ah, i can see why you’re avoiding it then.
Danny: mhmm. And too many powers to tra, track. Sam thinks its funny and annoying i kee, keep forgetting but what we tracked its a lot. Over thirty separate ones so far and counting!
Lex, processing: i see. May i see the list so i can make appropriate arrangements during your stay?
Danny, grabby hands for phone
Lex, hands it to Danny and watches him use four ciphers, memes and slang to message someone: … thank you. I’ll have my PA fix your room up, and Maddie sent the ecto-dejecto already.
Danny: yay. It makes the gooey un-goopy. Can i have steak shake please?
Lex, sighing: my chef can make in when we’re in. Hot or cold?
Danny: hot hot hot! Core too cold.
Lex: power or biology?
Danny: both! Sometimes too cold. Bad, yeti doctor helps but not always enough.
Lex, processing Danny has a supernatural medic: can we call him.
Danny, frowning: summons only. Likes blue slushies and medical journals. Said ‘m first of the, the species i am in like, lotta millenia and a sign of, of the realms healing. Big big shoes to fill. Don’t wanna.
Lex, humming: what do you want to do?
Danny: astronaut and diplomat! Many cultures and how life works is so, so cool! But fruitloop keeps cloning me. I saw my face melt into goo. Very scary. Dani is in, in another place to hide from Fucking Vlad.
Lex, deciding murder is not enough now: did he?
Danny: mhmm. Met 6, but he has a journal. Over 400. Called my me’s test subjects and wanted to kill Dani to make perfect clone. Dani’s fab and Vlad drab. Very drab.
Lex, flying faster: can you get your little clone a message for me?
Danny: only if no killy stab stuff. Fighting makes her goopy.
Lex, realizing the clone is of Danny with the meta ability army: understood, and no, i just thought my son would like a little sibling.
Danny: she’d like that. I text annnnd. She said she’s on her way!
Lex, landing and putting Danny in a medical cot while being koala’d by Danny: good, good.
Dani, ready to rumble: who hurt my—danny?
Danny: Dani, this is my uncle Lex. He’s honest so no fruitloop, but is eh on alien rights. Lex this is my bestest cousin and maybe daughter twin cousin? Unclear.
Dani: third cousin twice removed.
Danny: that!
Lex: … door is open to family anytime, no aliens and it is ‘on sight’ with superman. Superboy is your cousin, or brother if you want a formal adoption at a later date. Danny, does Maddie know of Dani as your clone
Dani and Danny: nope!
Lex: ah. Well, that can be corrected later. My PA can set up your room for when you choose to stay. Tell her your interests and she can work from there.
Dani: …
Danny: family rule, no questions always safe to stay. uncle lex is Jazz’s godfather. I was sacrificed to Vlad.
Dani: … got it. Is our cousin around?
Lex: he’s with his friends in San Francisco for a few more days. His number is on the fridge.
Dani: cool, cool cool.
One phone call later…
Kon: holy shit i have two more cousins!
Dani: four if we count Dan, was evil future Danny, now time displaced and learning to not go murder crazy.
Kon: … neat! I’ll bring my team and we can kick the shit out of the guys that hurt other Danny!
Dani: cool. What crazy level is Lex? Our fruitloop is an eleven and trying to kill Uncle Jack and marry Aunt Maddie and adopt Danny but pretends Jazz doesnt exist!
Kon: solid seven
Dani: so manageable.
*offers a framed and signed picture of my fucked up wisdom tooth xray*
If Lex Luthor had a penny for every single time he had to bail his younger sister out of trouble, he would be even richer than he currently was. When she called him up one sunny day, he should have known he was adding another penny to his fortune.
"Hi, Lex!" Maddie's cheerful voice came from the receiver.
Even though Lex could already imagine the next thing she would say, it was nice to hear from one of his baby sisters.
"Hello, Madeline. How are you today? You normally dont call me during the day."
"Oh, y'know, good," She laughed awkwardly, " Hey, Would it be too much to ask for some help?"
Bingo.
"Not at all, darling. What can I help you with?" Lex said as he pushed his keyboard away and spun around to overlook Metropolis' skyline.
"I was wondering if you could possibly break Danny put of government custody for me and Jack."
Aka Lex is the elder brother of Maddie, and he must fulfill his Cool Uncle Duties by taking on the US government to secure his nephew's safety.
Mellan im staring directly at you and shaking you violently. This is incredible
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my trainer: *going over the details of each job and what they do*
me, not paying attention because I keep getting distracted by victor on the tv:
#dw I just asked her to repeat what she said so I am still learning and doing my job properly#started my training at fear fall today :) continue again tomorrow :)#being surrounded by him everywhere... oh my god....#the break room is covered in memes of him#he's just... oughhvh#I get to hear his voice almost always...#we end our spiels with ''all hail doctor doom''... i'm gonna.#explode#the problem is i'm too passionate#the others... don't know him as well as I do lmao... i'm trying to keep my mouth shut on how much I know..#i'm so happy 😭 this is heaven 😭
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that the West Wing would have been even better if they'd had a White House cat. Some headcanons bc I was thinking about it today:
Jed gave the cat a very grand, biblical name. Everyone else has shortened it to something very stupid.
Obviously all of the press and the public adore the cat. There's a minor upset in a polling themed episode when Joey confirms that once again the cat has higher approval ratings than the president. Josh is cross that they are polling on this at all.
There is one chair in the Oval Office that is The Cat's Chair. The staff know not to sit there as you'll get a. covered in fur and b. screamed at by an irate cat trying to force you off. They never warn any of their least favourite congresspeople about this.
The cat wanders around in the background of episodes, often being chased or petted by the extras.
The cat is not allowed in the situation room. The cat is always in the situation room. They had to come up with a special bug detecting protocol for the cat in case anyone tried to take advantage of this.
Ripped from the headlines plot about a congressional investigation into something related to the cat, based on the incident about Clinton's cat's postage.
The cat LOVES Air Force One. The Secret Service do not love having to get him on board or captured to get back off.
Leo and the cat are best friends. They're basically this meme. Leo's the grandma. Jed is the mom.
Aside from Leo, the cat loves the secretaries best. They always have lots of treats for him in their desks. Debbie is the only one he doesn't get on with; she has resorted to using a plant mister to spray him when he tries to get on her desk.
Josh thinks he and the cat are archenemies. The cat hasn't paid more than 2 seconds notice to Josh in his life.
CJ and the cat are archenemies. CJ was very pro-cat until she caught it fishing in Gail's bowl one day. Now she's at war to keep it out of her office. She's still trying to convince Danny to write a piece exposing the cat's dark side to its adoring public. Carol is very tired.
Sam wants so badly to be best friends with the cat. The cat thinks he's trying too hard. Will ends up exactly the same way.
Toby and the cat have never properly interacted and both are very happy to leave it that way.
The cat is supposed to stay in the residence during big events. Abbey stopped enforcing that after he got out and scratched Lord John Marbury when he picked him up against his will.
The cat has a secret service code name. One time, the code names are changed and an overenthusiatic reporter tries to break a story on the first lady's 'unusual activity' by following what he thinks is her code name. It's the cat's. CJ dines out on this for weeks.
The cat occasionally goes missing. The secretaries and Charlie have a recurring B-plot where they have to go and recover him. Somehow, the cat has always ended up somewhere relevant to the A-plot.
The cat properly goes missing after the incidents with the Thanksgiving turkeys and the goat in CJ's office (aka prime cat territory). Each time she claims she'll be nicer to the cat when it returns. Each time it lasts about two days.
Margaret thinks the cat has psychic powers and frequently provides warnings based on her interpretations of 'the signs'. Usually she's right.
The cat somehow makes off with the final edits for the state of the union one time (of course they were only handwritten on one piece of paper). Chaos ensues.
Jed tries to send the cat to Manchester partway through the series. After large-scale outcry from the staff, press and public he is returned to the White House. Unfortunately, after a couple of months as a barn cat he is even more badly behaved than before.
The cat is in both Jed and Abbey's official portraits.
#I am taking suggestions on both the names and more headcanons#I have not been active in tww fandom in a VERY long time but I love you guys still#and clearly I'm always thinking about it#the west wing#mine
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OFC I Don't Mind
Toji Fushiguro x Black Fem Reader Smut
MDNI, Roommate!AU, Friends2lovers, Drabble
CW: sending nudes to the wrong person (nightmare fuel), Toji has a job (😭), Toji intimidating you, some smashing at the end
Not proofread
Toji was still at work, typing on his computer when he was slightly startled by someone blowing up his phone, the ringtone repeating over and over in the quiet room. He rolls his eyes and stops typing, initially giving his fingers a break as he picks up his phone to see his lock screen now covered with messages from you, his roommates. They were all photos.
"The fuck…" Toji squints, typing in his password, "I swear to god if it's a bunch of memes…"
He opened the messages and his heart nearly stopped when he saw multiple mirror selfies of you in lingerie, then braless. His eyes were wide, unable to take his eyes off the screen, the only part of him moving was his thumb when his phone dimmed from lack of activity.
You: SHIT! You: FUSHIGURO DON'T LOOK AT THE LAST MESSGE You: *MESSAGE
He snaps out of his trance for a second to read the new message only for his eyes to roam back to the cluster of pictures in his inbox. His eyes look over every intricate design in the blue lace in the first pictures then to the dark brown areolas and smooth-looking skin of your tits in the next ones. A smirk slowly creeps across his face.
You: Im sorry they were meant for my fwb You: Ik ur mad his name is right next to yours on my phone and I clicked too fast. I'm so sorry You: Istg I didn't mean it Toji: Bullshit. You: Im being deadass,im sorry You: Just delete them
He takes a few seconds to read before a smirk creeps across his face.
Toji: I'll be there in 20. You: What, wait don’t hurt me! You: I said I was sorry. I swear it was an accident Toji: I said I’ll be back in 20 minutes. You: Bro relax! You: Just delete them and I swear it’ll never happen again Toji: Apologize in person. I will be there in twenty minutes.
Exactly 20 minutes later you hear the front door unlock and open from your bedroom upstairs, causing you to freeze in fear. His heavy footsteps climb the stairs. His footsteps sounded like thunder as they got louder and louder with him approaching your room. Finally, you heard him stop and knock on your bedroom door. You hold your breath. He waits outside the room for a few seconds and then you hear him knock again. You can hear his evil chuckle echoing throughout the hall. You take a breath and step closer to the locked door. “....Yeah?” "Open the door." “I feel like you gonna swing on me when I do so--” "Just. Open. The door." “Not if you gonna hurt me.” There's an angry sigh and he knocks on the door again. "You have ten seconds before I kick this fucking door in." “Toji, I told you it was an accident! You're doing a lot right now!” There was a short pause, as it became eerily quiet outside the door.
"Nine." “Wha- stop!” "Eight." “Fushiguro, you don't think this is an overreaction!?” "Seven." “Nigga!” "Six." “Alright, alright, fine!” You say unlocking the door before running back to the opposite side of your room. “It's open…” You hear his footsteps on the other side of the door as he walks in. He rolled up his sleeves as he made his way across the room, tossing his jacket onto your bed before he finally reached you with an exhausted sigh.
He sighs and reaches to hold your chin but instead, his thumb traces down your jawline and he tilts your head up to look into his eyes. His expression was no longer angry as he looked you up and down. You let out a shaky breath, finally breathing at the feeling of his surprisingly light touch. A few seconds pass as he stares at you, his thumb continuing to trace around the edge of your lips before finally he speaks. "I enjoyed ‘em a lot. Only thing pissin' me off is the fact they weren't for me." “Oh… oh…” "If you want to take away my anger, I have an idea of how you could do that." “You… you serious?”
He picks you up and tosses you onto your bed, the swiftness knocking the wind out of you before he even mounts you. You look up at him with wide eyes and lick your lips as he grips your wrists, pinning them about your head.
"You ask too many fuckin' questions. Now, lemme see those tits again."
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Half an hour later, you were both sweaty as ragged grunts filled your room. One hand had your fingers hooked into the messy bedsheets while the other held his shoulder as if he'd go somewhere. His hands were firmly planted into the mattress as he continued moving with jealously-driven fervor. Your phone suddenly rings, showing your fuck buddy's number on the screen.
Toji freezes at first, the movement stopping when hearing the phone. He stares down at you for a few seconds as he tries to process all of this as you hear your phone ring again and again. "Answer it." “What?” "Answer. It." You slowly pick up the phone. “H-ello?” Toji is still staring intently at you as he hears your friend on the phone. He lifts both of your legs to his shoulders and begins to move again, uncaring what your friend could hear. The friend laughs over the phone. “You with someone right now?” “Wh-what? N-no, I'm fine, just… in the shower.” “Oh yeah?” The friend chuckles, “That shower must be packing then." “F-uck you.” Toji smirks when he hears your friend laughing in the background before you hang up the phone. “Sh-shut up, you're… acting like you didn't decide to go as deep as possible, you bastard.” He laughs and lifts your body off the bed, holding you in his arms as he pushes you against the nearest wall. "That a complaint?" “No”
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(a/n): sorry if it felt rushed i literally noticed its been a week since I last posted 😅😅😅
#toji x black reader#toji x black y/n#toji smut#jjk toji#x black fem reader#x black reader#black writers#black reader#jujutsu kaisen x black reader#black fem reader#jujutsu kaisen#toji x reader#fushiguro toji#toji fushiguro
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For supercorp 💗 🥹🥹
💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft
thanks for your patience, anon! alas, i have gone overboard once more because i cannot help myself.
ask meme
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she's been given a mandatory month off from supergirl duties. she's not sick, she hasn't solar flared, and she's not hurting for any freelance work that requires her attention. she had simply been told that she needed to take the time off and to avoid any caped hero work unless absolutely necessary.
so that's why she's here now, without superhero work for the next thirty days. free to do whatever she wants.
after the initial shock washes over her, she places her hands on her hips and nods towards alex and j'onn. she knows exactly what she wants to do with her freedom.
"okay."
"look, before you fight th--okay?" alex stares at her, wide eyes mirroring kara's. "really?"
she shrugs, already heading towards the elevator. no need to fight the inevitable. "really."
as the elevator doors close in front of her, she can't help smirking in amusement at the identical confused expressions on both of their faces.
she has one destination in mind.
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she knocks on the massive wooden door, though she knows she doesn't need to. it's a formality at this point considering the unrestricted access that she's been granted to enter the top floor of this condominium highrise.
still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.
her face splits into an easy smile when lena opens the door to her with her own toothy grin.
"heya," she greets, stepping foot into what she calls home: within lena's arms.
"hello to you, too," lena says, swift yet careful in wrapping kara in her arms. her hands are open as they rub circles on kara's back. kara sinks further into lena's embrace, pulling lena further into her. "how are you?"
"i'm great."
lena stares into her eyes. "yeah?"
"oh yeah. i'm on vacation." she emphatically nods.
lena beams at that. "funny you say that. me too."
she quirks a brow at that, though she shouldn't be surprised. a month vacation doesn't just fall into people's laps without explanation. "yeah?"
"oh yeah," lena mimics her.
kara, still holding lena in her arms, pulls the other woman back in, the two of them swinging in place. "what a coincidence, right?"
lena throws her head back in laughter.
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they arrive in a private villa off the coast of naples.
it's a modest hillside two bedroom house that overlooks the gulf below. when the local guide roll their suitcases for them, he unknowingly wheels lena's to one room and hers to the other. she smirks and lena tips him handsomely--enough that his olive skin tinges in embarrassment at just how much is in his hands. when their eyes meet after he leaves, they break into a giggle.
because they know the truth, despite not uttering a word of it: why bother taking up more room when right by each other's side is all the space they'll want to take.
despite the destination of her luggage, her body follows after lena to the other room, the one with the better view of the water. just as well, lena's body follows after her when they busy themselves in the kitchen to make themselves a quick dinner. when they finish, they share the hammock sitting out on the back deck, lena's head on her chest and her arms around her waist, while kara's arms wind their way in holding lena against her, their limbs tangled.
when lena yawns a few too many times, they call it a night. lena leads, their hands entwined, and they end up on lena's bed, drawing back the thin covers enough to stave off the inevitable cool night air.
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they walk everywhere, always touching. a hand on the arm the elbow the bicep the small of her back. an arm slung over a shoulder or hooked together.
it's when they reach a destination that kara's courage grows, that lena's bravery broadens.
when they travel to the town square market as they shop for groceries that lips find their way on one another's skin; the temple the cheek the forehead.
when they treat themselves to a picnic right by a vineyard and lena is leaning back on her between her legs, lips chance on a bare and pale shoulder.
when they lounge in the hammock and lena is resting on her chest, lips chance on collarbones and behind the ears.
when they tire themselves out from full days, fuller stomachs, and fullest hearts that they are in bed and lena is facing her and their legs are tangled with one another, lips chance on entwined hands and fingers.
each one given freely, each one received gracefully.
soon, kara thinks, this will all change. especially when they cross the final threshold between them. though that's a formality at this point, all things considered.
still, she will wait until that happens, more than happy to be exactly where she is.
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thirty days is long and short and is plenty and is not enough.
on their last day while they wait for their local guide to collect them, they stand on the corner edge of the back deck, lena in her arms as they overlook the gulf for the last time.
"i don't want to go back to work," she murmurs into lena's ear. lena twists in kara's arms until they're facing one another.
"you don't have to, if you really don't want to."
"we can move into this villa. i'll learn to fish. you can sell them at the market."
lena laughs in her arms and kara holds her tighter, like trying to capture lightning in a bottle.
"you're no good as a fisherman, sweetheart."
kara pouts because it's probably true. but she'll learn for lena.
"well, next time we're on vacation, we ought to come back."
"anything you want," lena says, her eyes dipping down to where kara's lips are.
"anything?"
lena nods, assuring, her eyes darkening. kara's smile widens and she leans forward just enough, their noses brushing.
kara is ready for what's to come. she's ready for lena.
still, she waits, because the anticipation is half the fun.
#supercorp#replies#fic ask meme#lmao sorry i have more of these to go through i realize yall might be sick of them hahah#considering the last one i did i lulled you all into a false sense of security please accept this as a peace offering#even if it's mm idk it's fine#but i did try#samficlet
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♰ pure bliss ༻ C. HOWARD.*ೃ˚
➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!
CW ➻ pure fluff ⋆ i made up the plot to Cooper's movie 'Under The Covers' purely based on the fake movie poster ⋆ but i kinda really like my take on it ngl ⋆ fluff so sweet it'll rot your teeth ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
PAIRING ➻ Actress!Reader x Prewar!Cooper.
SUMMARY ➻ tired late night couch cuddles, based on a convo i had with the lovely @sandy-rat ☺️💕. WC ➻ 300~.
AUTHORS NOTE ➻ i'm not quite back from my break yet, i just wanted to put this out cause UHGGGG i wanna cuddle on the couch with this man 🫠😭🥲🥹 also trying a new writing format, PLEASE let me know what you guys think!
© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!
Cooper looks up from the television at the sound of the floor creaking, " what're you doin' up? " your southern drawl thick with sleep. his eyes meet your form, standing tiredly in the doorway to the living room in your silk nightgown.
Cooper quickly turns the volume on the television down, one of his movies playing. " was i too loud? i'm sorry honey, " he offers, watching you rub your eyes and yawn as you make your way to him.
" you weren't, jus' missed you 's all. " you yawn, melting into the couch as you lay down, your head in his lap. he sighs, a warm yet tired smile pulling at his lips as you settle down. " what're you watchin'? " another yawn.
your tired eyes watch the screen for a second, catching on to the scenery of 'Under The Covers'. " 'course you're watchin' this, " you smile, nuzzling against his thigh. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, calloused hand massaging gentle circles into your skin.
you knew Cooper loved Under The Covers, mainly, cause you two starred in it together — you were the female lead in it.
it was his character's goal to seduce your character in order to learn company secrets and get closer to the man he was after. though, in the end his character falls in love with yours, disregarding the operation to get away together,
it was where the pair of you properly talked for the first time, actually. sure you two had crossed paths in the studios while crossing sets, but you had never sat down long enough to have a meaningful conversation.
and here the two of you are, happily together, rarely apart from each other. he sighs happily as his eyes return to the screen, one of your big scenes playing. " what else would i be watching? " he chuckles, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze before trailing his fingers to your hair, carefully combing the strands that lay across his lap.
you practically melt into his lap and the couch as his fingers lovingly scratch across your scalp. your eyes drift shut at the pleasure. " y'know we have other movies t'gether right? " letting out another long yawn as you curl up more against him.
" i know, but this one means the most to me, " he smiles tiredly, the rhythmic massaging of his fingers and the tangle of your hair around them slowly tiring him.
the two of you did many movies after your first, varying from the same type of spy movies, to westerns, to plain romance movies. and you loved them all dearly. you don't think you had a favourite that you did with him, you loved them all equally in your heart.
the ' tik! ' of the old grandfather clock and the rhythmic movements of Cooper's fingers slowly lull you to sleep, cheek pressed against his warm thigh as he tiredly watches the movie. it isn't long before he drifts to sleep either..
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questions about nikolai and price (originally from an ask meme about original characters but i wanna hear your thoughts):
what do they want to hear?
what do they need to hear?
what do they dread to hear?
Thank you for the ask !! I honestly struggled with the answers, I'm not the best at deep character introspection so this really had me scratching my head. I hope what I came up with makes sense !
What do they want to hear?
Nikolai: "I trust you."
Nik is intimidating, isn't he ? Intelligent, strong, well-connected Nikolai. People know that. It usually takes only a half a second glance to know that you do not want to be on this man's bad side. He's used to it, really. But how many times as he entered a room only to see people shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of his presence? He makes people uneasy, whether he wants it or not. It's fine when he's on an op and needs to be menacing, but it gets old quickly when he just wants to relax, sometimes.
He's trustworthy, despite his shady dealings, he's loyal. Thankfully, a handful of people know that.
Price: "You made a difference"
Yes, his hands got bloody, but it was all worth it in the end, right? He saved people by pulling the trigger when it needed to be done. No hesitation, it's what the world needs. So what if he can't sleep at night and his file is covered in black ? He made a difference, the rest, he can live with.
What do they need to hear?
Nikolai: "You need to think of yourself, too."
Nikolai puts others first, this has always been true. He likes to help out, likes to feel useful, ready to answer a call. Loyal to a fault, devoted to his friends. But when was the last time Nik put his needs as a top priority ? Has he ever done that ? He has no trouble flying to the other of the planet at a moment's notice if someone asks him to. How many nights of sleep has he missed because someone needed a hand? How much time has he spent fixing up his helo because it got banged up the last time a friend needed transport in hostile territory ? It's always others first, never himself, and he needs to be reminded of that.
Price: "You matter."
It's easy to forget that you're someone when you've been used as a weapon since you were 16. You forget that you have a purpose outside of your work, too. You forget you're a human first, with needs and wants and desires. You are Captain John Price, but you are also just John Price, and he matters too.
When he comes home for a break, what does he see outside of blank walls and a barely lived in house he never really took the time to make his ? It's temporary, he thinks, he doesn't really live here.
Maybe John needs to be reminded that he exists outside of his work.
What do they dread to hear?
Nikolai: "You don't belong here."
From either side. I think Nik feels strongly about his relationship with his home country, how he's been working against it and how his actions might be perceived by his countrymen. I think he's scared of losing this part of himself, and being rejected, even though all he's done was in the name of his country.
And then on the other side, Nik knows he stands out, knows people see him as a "could have so easily been the enemy" kind of guy. People like him, sure, but how many, aside from Kate, John and Gaz actually trust him ? Everyone else sees him as useful, but ultimately, they still look at him with a suspicious eye.
Where is home for Nikolai, really ?
Price: "You failed them"
Losing people, he's used to it. It never gets easier though, does it? Men and women under his command, people he's known for years, people who trusted him, friends. But, there is something entirely different between losing someone when you did everything you could have done and it was the way it was supposed to go, and losing someone because of your mistake. He failed them, he knows that, and it haunts him.
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summer love | l.n
summary: part 2 to this request but make it ✨summer break ✨
warnings: fluff, language, all the feels, lando being 100% whipped. fem!driver x lando :,)
masterlist | part 1 | ask box
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it was officially summer break, a whole month off of racing to recharge the batteries, spend time with family and friends and just do normal people things.
but all you could think about was him. it was sickening. you weren’t sure how or why, but you found yourself thinking about lando a lot more than you should. and you knew you shouldn’t, he was your teammate, but something about that day in the drivers room made your heart rate spike.
you were laying in bed, scrolling through instagram when you had come across his story. you held down the picture, examining it as you looked it over.
it was a picture of the sunset, the location tagged london, england. you furrowed an eyebrow, he spent his summer break at home? before you knew it, you were sliding up, adding a comment underneath the picture.
you’re home for summer break?
you bit down on your lower lip after you had sent it. surely he wouldn’t reply, he was probably off having a good time, enjoying his life and not thinking about you-
yea, feels good to be home. where’d you go to spend holiday?
you clicked at the top of your screen, opening the dms. you had saw the previous dms being memes you had sent one another a while back, the two of you going back and forth about who was funnier.
it was you.
actually, i’m here too 😅
you saw his icon appear at the bottom of your message before it changed to say he was typing. you tried so hard to ignore the way your stomach was doing cartwheels.
out of ALL the places you could’ve chose from, you picked london? stalker much? 🙄
you let out a soft laugh, typing back a whitty response.
you wish i was here to see you, norris 🥱 no, i’ve just never been. always been on my bucket list to come outside of racing
typing…
i do, actually. i miss you
you read it over and over again before another message appeared from him.
also, where are you staying? we can meet up, get coffee or something? i can show you around 😁
okay, now you were internally screaming. you clicked on the photo option, snapping a picture of you in your bed, adding the location of the hotel you were staying in before sending it. he opened it almost immediately, sending another picture back. he was shirtless, sunglasses resting on his nose and you noticed he had grown out his facial hair. the sun was still setting and it looked like he was on a beach.
you’re literally 15 minutes away from me. hang out with me, i’m bored ☹️
you smiled before sending another picture, this time of the tv in the hotel which was currently playing an episode of a show you had seen a million times before.
can’t, busy :/
another picture from him, this time he was in his car. he had a shirt on now, the white fabric making him look tanner, his hair messy. how could someone look so good?
too bad, i know where you are 🥰
you took a picture of yourself giving him the finger, a playful smile on your face.
ok fine, but you’re getting me food
he replied with another picture, this time of his hand on the steering wheel. the mclaren logo on the center was the star of the show, the four little lines on the bottom making an appearance.
deal, see you soon
you double tapped his photo, throwing the covers off of your legs before making your way to your suitcase. you grabbed a pair of shorts and an over size hoodie, tugging it on before fixing your hair. you opted on no makeup, slipping your sunglasses on before grabbing your bag. once you made sure you had everything, you made your way to the lobby.
in the elevator, your phone pinged.
your chariot awaits, m’lady
you rolled your eyes and smiled, typing back a response.
coming to lobby now, mr. uber driver
he double tapped your message and when you walked through the doors of the hotel, you immediately spotted him. he was waiting for you, leaning against the passenger side door. you smiled, approaching him as he smiled back at you.
“hey,” you said, the two of you reaching for a hug. he wrapped his arms around your waist, desperately trying not to hug you too tight as you slung your arms around his neck.
“hey,” he smiled back, “ready for the best tour of london you’ll ever get with your favorite guy?”
you looked around, a playful smile on your lips, “lewis is here?”
he rolled his eyes, shoving your arm softly as he chuckled, “oh, fuck off.”
you laughed back at him, letting him open the door for you. you smiled and thanked him, letting it close as he made his way to the drivers side. you took note of each little personalized detail of the car, smiling softly at how much of his personality was put into it.
“so,” he said, starting the car, “anywhere in particular you wanted to see?”
you shook your head, “no, but if you want, you could show me your favorite places.”
he nodded, pulling out of the parking lot, “i’ve got the perfect place for you.”
you couldn’t help but smile again as you looked over at him. he handed you his phone, spotify open, “play whatever you want.”
you raised an eyebrow, “whatever i want?”
he nodded, “yeah, curious to see what kind of music you listen to.”
you smirked, typing in ‘summer love’ by justin timberlake. the song boomed through the speakers and he laughed, turning it up slightly as he made his way to one of his favorite spots.
after more songs, which may or may not have included some one direction songs (which he surprisingly knew all the words to), and some small talk later, he pulled into a parking spot at the overlook. you both got out, standing in front of the car as you looked out at the view.
“wow,” you breathed, “this is stunning.”
you looked up at the sky as you finally got to see it’s beauty without any light pollution. he smiled, leaning against the car as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
“yeah,” he looked over at you, “it is.”
you looked over at him, “you’re looking at me like that again.”
he raised an eyebrow, but the smile still sat on his face as he shook his head, “no idea what you’re talking about, doll.”
your stomach did a flip and you walked in front of him, your legs between his, “how many girls have you brought here?”
he snorted, “none, only you,” he looked up at the stars now, his neck on display for you. his fluffy curls were pushed back with his sunglasses, his nose and cheeks slightly red and covered in sun freckles from being outside all day. he looked so pretty like this to you, who was still standing in front of him and god you wish you didn’t look awkward staring at him like this, “kind of a place where i come if i need to get away, just think for a little bit.”
you finally adverted your eyes back to the sky, “yeah, this would be the place to do it.”
he nodded, “so, to answer your question, none. guess that makes you special.”
you gasped, “i’m special to the lando norris?”
“don’t start,” he rolled his eyes playfully, “you’re like, P3 at best.”
“well you know what they say about being third,” you said, “they have the treasure chest.”
he chuckled again, the soft breeze of the night whisking a hair in your face. he carefully reached out and brushed it back, “actually, you get 15 points. cmon, you’re supposed to know this, y/n,”
you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face even if you tried, “you would know, huh?”
your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling it out and reading the notification.
⚠️ time to bereal ⚠️
you clicked on it, looking up at him but he was already looking at you, “wanna be in my bereal?”
“sure,” he said and you smiled before clicking on the notification.
however when you held your arm up, you started laughing and not being able to take yourself seriously. lando laughed with you.
“hurry! take the picture or it’ll be late!” he laughed and you pulled yourself together before laughing again. you weren’t sure what it was. if it was how close he was to you or how happy you were right now, but he took the phone from you.
“jesus christ,” he laughed as he raised his arm up, pulling you in by your hip. you wrapped both arms around his neck, smiling at the camera. he turned the phone around to get the other picture, this time he turned his head towards you and you faced him with a smile. he smiled back, your hand resting on his cheek. the flash went off and he brought his arm down, but you still kept his face in your hand.
you took the phone from him, “thank you,”
“yeah,” he smiled, “anytime,”
you locked your phone, slipping it back into your pocket before looking at him again. he still had the same look on his face, almost like he was-
“i like you, y/n,” he said, “a lot.”
you smiled, heart jumping up to your throat, stomach doing flips, and you swore you were going to pass out when he placed his hand on your cheek, thumb stroking the skin, his fingers starting to move into the hair behind your ear.
“i like you too,” you said, and that was all he needed to hear before he was pulling your neck towards him, lips connecting with yours. your body felt like it was on fire as his hands moved from your face to your hips, shifting as he leaned back against the hood of the car, taking you with him as you laid on top of him.
the kiss got hot, his tongue poking out to lick at your bottom lip. at first you didn’t let him in, which made you giggle against him. but, the giggling turned into gasping the minute he tugged on your hair gently, allowing him to sneak his tongue in.
he finally broke the kiss, the both of you panting. you hadn’t realized that your hands were in his hair, it now being a mess of frizzy, beachy curls. his lips were red and puffy, pupils blown. you were so in love.
your phone buzzed in your pocket, taking it out and almost laughing at the notification. he smiled at you, but raised an eyebrow in confusion, “what? what’s funny?”
you turned your phone around to show him oscar’s comment on your bereal:
oscarpiastri81: WHAT THE FUCK??!?!
he laughed, pulling you as close as he could while you typed out a response to your teammate, “you hungry?”
you nodded, slipping your phone back into your pocket, “starving, actually.”
he nodded, taking your hand in his as you stood up, “i know a really good spot not far from your hotel, think you’ll like it.”
you smiled as he opened the door for you, you thanked him with a quick kiss on his lips, “sounds perfect.”
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𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀
Clumsy Office Intern
ReaderxGetoxNanamixGojoxShoko.
Follow up to this with dubcon Sukuna x reader, find it here.
This is disgusting filthy smut but also a full fantasy. I do not endorse such behaviour. Colleagues should help each other but not like this. It is wholly imaginary and such occurences should remain in fanfiction and porn and these biomes only.
Thank you for your consideration. Also Sukuna has blue balls here.
A big thank you to @ominous-meme for proof reading and beta reading. Love you, you evil bastard.
Silly little new intern at the office… Somehow things just always went awry when you were involved. Those papers that went missing; the printer jamming; that time you tripped and dropped coffee all over the break room floor. Forgetting to submit your paperwork and delaying the production pipeline…
So very clumsy, yet so eager to please. A cute little thing running around the office, your tight blue skirt hugging the curves of your ass. The billowy cream blouse you kept loosely tucked so it could hang and cover your pudgy belly. Your hair falling down your back in a pretty curtain. Trying so very hard to make up for all the teeny mistakes and accidents only to cause more as you go. So why weren't you fired yet?
Well, simply because your seniors covered for you. After all, letting such a cute little thing slip out of their hands wasn't what they wanted at all.
So Satoru helped you look for the missing papers, Suguru brought the mop out to clean the spill, Shoko showed you just where you could tap the printer to encourage it to move along and Kento – he was the worst of the lot – took the blame for you, not submitting your paperwork saying the task he gave you must have taken precedence in your mind and so he should have been clearer with you.
So when your boss yelled at you two it was Kento who took most of it, much to your embarrassment. But he did so happily – after all, he knew you would be making it up to them.
So now there you were in Shoko’s house, supposedly for karaoke, songs long forgotten and all of you with enough alcohol in you to guarantee a wicked hangover in the morning. And you were convinced that the best way to repay your kind senpais was with your sweet plush body.
Somehow you had been pulled onto Kento’s lap, back to him – “You were unsteady and I didn't want you to hurt yourself.” His hands that had started out resting on either side of your waist had slowly inched their way up to knead your breasts over the thin fabric of your blouse. Satoru – having long forgotten any sense of personal space – had his lips on the curve of your neck gently biting and sucking at the skin. Below, Shoko and Suguru worked together. While Shoko lifted your skirt and spread your legs, Suguru left a trail of soft kisses down the length of your inner thigh, creeping towards your panties, where you could feel yourself getting wetter.
A hand reached into your panties and you heard Kento’s deep voice rumbling in your ear. “Feeling good, beautiful? Would you like it if Geto-senpai was doing a little more?”
You nodded blushing like a tomato. Satoru, feeling left out, started tugging at your tucked blouse, still nuzzling into your neck.
You could feel his thick cock pressing against your thigh and he whined, “You smell so fuckin’ good my lil’ intern…Delectable…You should taste her Shoko…”
The woman’s wet tongue licked a stripe up the other side of your neck, landing at your ear where she gently bit your earlobe and began to suck.
All the attention was making a warmth bloom in your abdomen that slowly creeped down to your panties, where Suguru had found a home, laying his head on your thighs and nibbling and sucking at the skin.
Shoko pushed your skirt high, bunching it around your waist. Her fingers gently circled your clit, taking care not to touch it directly. And Satoru had given up on untucking your blouse and simply got Kento to unbutton it for him instead. Your once saviour now attacked your neck with fervour, grinding his hard cock against your ass, and Satoru’s brilliant blue eyes locked onto yours as he kissed his way up your stomach and pulled down a bra cup to take your pebbled nipple between his lips.
A hiss escaped your teeth as you felt him lightly bite down on it and simultaneously, Shoko pushed your panties aside for a long wet tongue to prod at your core. “Aahh- Geto-senpai!” You couldn't help but squeal, as his tongue explored the sensitive flesh around your pussy.
You felt the other cup of your bra being pulled down too as Shoko began to kiss and lick at the erect nipple. You wanted to move. To touch them. To feel them the way they were feeling you. But both Satoru and Shoko had effectively pinned your arms against the couch.
Satoru’s eyes reflected the ever changing light from the autoplaying karaoke videos, glinting mischievously. You had never felt so many hands on you. Despite experimenting in college, you'd been limited to one threesome at best. Every touch lit a fire under your skin.
Below you Kento’s breathing was getting heavier; it was almost like grunting now. He was the only one who was trapped, unable to work you, save for softly thrusting up into your ass, and the teasing was getting to be unbearable.
A single look at Shoko had her pull away the duo from you for a second and she lifted you from Kento’s lap and placed her lips on yours, soft and tasting of cigarettes. You lapped at her tongue gingerly, placing your hands on her breasts. Kento took the chance to unbutton his shirt and unzip his work slacks to pull out his cock from its restraint. Then he called to you, “Do you want to sit on it?”
Your wide eyes and enthusiastic response made them all chuckle. Such a sweet little intern; of course they wanted to help you out. No other office should have a perfect little girl like you. And the mistakes – those could be easily handled with time.
You went over to Kento who undid your skirt and tugged down your panties. You were going to straddle him face-to-face but the man stopped you. “Your senpais would like to see every little expression you make while I fuck you on my cock, baby girl. Is that okay?” You nodded.
Careful not to hurt either of you, you sank onto the thick girthy member standing at attention. Satoru and Suguru watched you with bated breath as you took all of Kento’s length, palming their own cocks over their pants. Kento allowed you to take the lead. His large hands splayed out over your thighs offered the support you would need. You were already so wet but he was large; filling you up well.
You began to move, testing the waters; all the grinding had left Kento sensitive, and he growled spurring you on even more. “Fuck- just like that baby girl!” Shoko kneeled in front of the two of you, splaying her tongue out onto your clit and letting you rock yourself on her tongue.
You felt so stretched, about to snap at any moment. Kento pulled your blouse off your shoulders and unhooked your bra, now thrusting up into you himself. Shoko reached up to knead your soft breast once again, rubbing down the bites previously left by Satoru; whom your moans proved to be too much for. Ridding himself of his trousers he took your hand that had found its way to Shoko’s head tugging on her hair and made you wrap it around his length; long and slowly getting harder.
From the other side Suguru took the opportunity to squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth and you hungrily swallowed his cock. Small twitches let you on to how much he was enjoying it. “So fukin’ good baby,” he moaned, carding his fingers through your hair.
The coil in your stomach began to tighten, every feeling blurring into one. Kento’s voice cut through the heady moans and gasps; he seemed to be having trouble forming words too. “I’m close. You feel so good around me baby girl. Keep fucking bouncing like that.” There were hands on you – you didn’t know whose – feeling up and down rubbing you. Shoko’s tongue working over your clit. A mouth on your tit sucking and nibbling as your hand stroked Satoru hard and fast now. He was the first to spill, sticky white ropes painting your hand as he twitched and emptied his release, making a mess around you. Your release chased right after, and you threw your head back in a cry, vision going white as you came sloppily onto Shoko’s tongue, creaming around Kento’s cock.
Kento and Suguru pulled out of you, still intact, and Shoko smirked at the men from between your legs. “I say we take this to the bedroom, don’t you think so, gentlemen?”
Your eyes widened, and Shoko laughed, “Surely you didn’t think we’d be done so quickly…”
On Monday, when Sukuna Ryomen entered the office, sighing at another week of work, his eyes fell on your lovely form. As your boss, he knew there were certain boundaries he shouldn’t cross but looking wouldn’t be any harm…or so he told himself. He noticed, however, that your eyes never left your four coworkers. If only he had known just how his team had spent their weekend …
AN: hi. Just wanted to say this was inspired by this uquiz result I got. I have no recollection of what the quiz was about nor how to get back there so oops. But I had this screenshot saved and thought up this ridiculous scenario.
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backshots here
(aka horny after stream shenanigans between damien and f!reader)
meme made by @haasmaxxing
an 18+ damien au headcanon made with all the naughty ideas my twitter chat group and i shared inspired by that one time damien said “backshot” unprompted during his recent Sunday stream 😀
i can't believe had enough spare time to do all of this 😭 enjoy, i guess
(full hc under the cut!)
“backhand blades, backshot blades. s-sorry. we can all forget that that happened”
although damien shyly told his twitch stream audience to forget whatever he said as he was picking the weapons for his elden ring character to use, he knows they’ll certainly never forget the events that transpired a little after the stream a few days prior.
after last thursday’s stream had ended, damien got to relax a bit from the interaction. this was when he would usually set down his equipment - he'd turn off the camera, give the harsh lights a break, and take down the green screen to keep for another stream.
as he unrolled the green screen, he found you waiting at the doorway to his surprise.
you asked him how he was feeling now that the stream is over. "feeling a bit fatigued," he replied, "but i'm curious to see what you've been up to!"
(gentle reminder btw that this is set in an au where damien didnt end up sick with covid post con shhhhhhh)
that's funny, you thought. "i'm glad you said that, because i do have a proposition."
"okay... i'm all ears."
"there's not a lot to do on a sunday, right?"
"this sunday? no, not really. why"
"i've been thinking about having some of the free time today to ourselves."
eventually, damien detected hints of teasing and playfulness in your tone. "yeah, sounds like a great idea." a smirk forms across his lips, and that lit up the flame inside you.
that flame in you somehow increased in intensity as he leaned to touch the bare skin that hasnt been covered by your oversized shirt - you have yet to tell him that you weren't wearing anything else underneath.
"so, what's your plan?" he whisperes into your ear
"we could start here, perhaps," you answered. the tension between you and damien is so sharp, it could cut a big block of paper clean.
"my streaming room?" damien chuckled lightly. "well, if we were to start here, i can lend you my gamer chair."
"sounds like a great plan to me."
you two got closer and closer, until his lips reach yours. gentle kisses turn into passionate open-mouth clashes, and the rest is history.
that's where you both ended up - hot, steamy sex in the place where your boyfriend freely interacts with much of the outside world.
the thought of you getting railed in damien's stream room was that of pure naughtiness. although it wouldn't fly in reality, you got more turned on by the potential that anyone out there could be hearing the whimpers of profanities, titles, and damien's name, as a way to show them that you're his and his alone. and you were certain as hell that he's sharing the same sentiment.
but, little did you two know that his stream hasn't actually, fully turned off yet. YIKES.
luckily, the camera was already off by then, but somehow, unbeknownst to his twitch moderators, an error unknowingly happened while they were trying to close. it caused the audio to still be on - and, consequently, the chat feature.
in other words, while you and damien were moaning and panting through each rough fuck, some of the audience that hadn’t left yet were bewildered by what they were hearing in real time.
others even left comments as his chat was also on! the reactions range from “ayo 💀💀💀” to “WHATS WITH ALL THE MOANING”
damien, however, seems to not give a care, even as the chat (and eventually his discord) was blowing up. his focus here and now was you and the way you wrapped so tight and nicely on his cock.
he enjoyed in particular how you were taking his sharp yet languid thrusts so well - you got your legs spread and your back pressed well into the chair, greedy cunt welcoming him and begging to be fucked until you couldn't take it.
he’s holding on to the chair for dear life as he pounds into you, but the more rough the fucks get, the more difficult it was to keep you still.
despite the obstacle, you were enjoying the feel of him so much that you wouldn’t mind anything that may come in your way. you’ve craved for his cock for long now, and you were glad now that the craving came true.
damien was floored by the euphoric look of your face, no matter how rough his poundings could get. that's just one of many reasons why he loves you.
midway, he asked how you were feeling so far. your response: “i’ve never felt so much better; fuck you feel so fucking good; need you like this until i cum, until you cum” - basically a litany of praises out your mouth that have a twinge of horny.
meanwhile over at the chat, the audience was practically in shambles after what they heard from you. one of the mods took wind of what was happening at the moment, so in panic they immediately reached out to their fellow mods to help fix this whole issue.
on the chair, damien leaned you in on a kiss, which quickly evolved into sloppy frenching, teeth clashing, tongues dancing and open mouths slotting into each other.
as he pulled from such an intense kiss, he saw that the position both of you were in was making the chair pull a bit further from where you originally were.
he suggested another position where both of you can stay still even with all the intense movement. as agreed upon, you come down and lie your head on the seat cushion while your ass is up. he followed by kneeling behind you shortly thereafter.
he teased your now wet entrance with his cock, swollen head sliding up along your folds and to your throbbing clit, which gets sensitive everytime the tip touches it.
you illicit a whiny moan, and from there you were begging him to play with your pussy, even while he’s buried deep inside.
damien obliged, setting out to do exactly what you were hoping for. his dick fits into you like a glove, and one of his hands snakes its way into your clit and folds.
you instantly fold the moment you feel the pads of his fingers, every touch making you melt like putty.
as you two were enjoying the new position, the mods were frenzied in trying to mute damien's mic feed, but ran through a deluge of errors! ultimately, they had no choice but to wait for him until whatever freak shit he was doing was over and done.
your hands hold tight onto the sides of the chair as his cock drags so swiftly within your walls, hitting the most sensitive spots that are guaranteed to make you cum faster.
the noises coming from both your mouths get increasingly louder upon each thrust, and it would reach the loudest the moment you feel like cumming onto his cock - fuck if the chat cares, anyway.
when you do cum, you feel your walls tighten, and that’s enough for damien to lose control and reach his tipping point.
keeping up with the momentum, he haphazardly pulls out of you and fists his now throbbing cock until dribblets of his cum spurt out from the tip to your ass and back.
the position you were in may not look as ideal, but God, the backshot imagery here looked as astounding as ever.
the drippings have even reached within your ass cheeks - the view of your rim like this is in and of itself a much naughtier sight.
as you both wind down from the high, damien stood up to his stream deck to a shocking revelation.
a barrage of concerned chatters and clever coop members reacted to all the strange, unhinged noises coming from his mic during the stream, which he thought should have ended already almost 30 minutes ago.
he was also sent a stern warning note from his mod group, stating that they ran into a lot of errors in trying to mute his mic, but it was ultimately up to him to turn it off... at this rate, he definitely had a lot to explain. whoops!
glitches aside, he was too light headed to deal with all of this. he went to turn the mic and chat feed off. then, he turned to ask ask if you were up for another go - "but in the bedroom, please i can't deal with so much embarrassment - it's k!lling me!"
without a doubt you said yes, and with his sheer strength he lifted you there. in damien's point of view, sex in a private bedroom is a million times much safer and less prone to unwanted visitors.
the fun certainly didnt stop as soon as you reach the bedroom, though. now with all thr pressure of the concerned clever coop out of his way, damien now got to have you all by himself - he eats you out while you savor the feeling of his thick fingers thrusting in and out of you.
at least here, he’s satisfied that the loud, incriminating moans you made are contained within these four walls. fuck if the chat cares! it’s just him and you against the world.
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it’s been a while since the incident during his last stream. with the help of his mods, damien has become strict on banning anyone within the clever coop or outside who may clip the moment.
he also collaborated with the mods to edit all of the leaked audio out - that way, he hopes, nobody can see let alone hear how you and damien have been to each other.
even while he tries his damndest to erase any evidence of his one big oopsie, he sure knows he’s getting teased by everyone who’s aware of the incident - his friends included.
(one of his friends, who works in the sex industry, suggested he try out recording audio porn or set up an onlyfans page filled with audio porn content)
(damien kindly declines, but given the curious buzz that incident had created, plus the profit that comes with nsfw content in general, he thought it wouldn’t be much of a bad idea after all)
#damien haas smut#damien haas x reader#damien haas x you#damien haas x f!reader#smosh rpf#PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE DONT LET HIM SEE THIS
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Next Step With You Chapter 1 High Rollers of affection
Cover made by @lizaluvsthis Chapter art done by @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! A Reboot of the next step! Next chapter Summary: SMG4 and SMG3 relationship changed after realizing their feelings in WOTFI 2023, now together the pair can take the next step together. That is until a strange gift arrives on SMG3's birthday making him face his demons from his past.
Tags: Fluff, Boyfriends, Love Confession, Watch Wotfi 2023 before reading, first love, mention of igloo
SMG4 was giggling as he played club penguin, it was surprisingly a normal day given yesterday SMG3 snap after they failed to stop Mario from taking his notebook. Knowing Mario as long as he has there was no way he was keeping the notebook, given how peaceful it is, the notebook should be back in Three’s hand in no time. He thought too soon as the door to his room flys open to reveal a panicked SMG3 “SMG4!! MARIO STOLE MY NOTEBOOK! I NEED YOUR HELP GETTING IT BACK!” he starts to wave a photo of the notebook at him.
He was facing Three in his computer chair, annoyed and surprised at the fact that Mario kept his notebook “Pfft It's just a notebook, get a new one.” Four wasn’t sure what the big deal was. He knew it meant a lot to the man but losing the notebook doesn't mean the world will end. Three walks in the room visibly nervous “It’s not just any notebook it's got secrets,” he drops to his knees making Four get nervous “Including…” he looks around “Secrets about you and me, and certain events in an igloo.” SMG4's face goes pale as the hidden memory unlocks. The need for food, how they both needed warmth though Three was stubborn and rather die there then cuddle him for warmth. They both thought they were going to die, with this thought in four’s mind he looks at SMG3 he did find him attractive so why the hell not. The event that follows haunts the pair as they agreed to never talk about it again. Remember everything he screams jumping out of the chair “WE GOTTA GET THAT NOTEBOOK!”
After that he runs out of the room to ask a casual question to Melony leaving Three to nervously sit in the room, seeing the man return he runs up to him grabbing his overall straps “What did you learn?” Slowly pulling away from the man he goes to sit on his computer chair “So Melony told me she noticed Mario taking something to some billionaire tycoon which has to be the notebook,” he points to a photo that Melony took of the location “and they both are inside this brand new casino. Its exact location? The CEO office.” SMG4 starts to type something on his computer, using the software Melony used to hack the cameras he connects to one in a safe showing them drilling into the notebook. He was warned that the place was tough to hack and not to stay on the cameras for long, shame they can't hack the cameras down would have made this situation easier. Seeing the drills on his notebook Three chuckles “That’s right, that idiot Mario still needs my secret key to open it!”
Four nods wondering what the key could be as he starts to type in the program “Well..it's not just Mario that's behind this…he’s too stupid to do this on his own.” as he switches cameras Three could only watch in shock that Marty was the one truly behind everything. Why a living cardboard meme that Mario made wants SMG3 notebook Four had no idea, given how badly it wants in the notebook it has to be something huge. “MARTY!? THAT PIECE OF CARDBOARD CRAP IS BEHIND THIS?!?” glaring at the screen he takes out dynamite from his pocket. He throws the dynamite in the air and catches it with a smirk causing SMG4 to smile without noticing “Lets just break in and take it then!” after that he starts to run off only for Four to grab him “Slooow down cowboy.” he throws Three down getting a growl from the man. SMG4 then points to another camera view on the screen “We can't just go in there guns blazing. This place is heavily guarded, I'm talking about state of the art security that will blow our asses up the moment we get detected.” he wanted this notebook back fast but they had to play their cards right. SMG3 slowly blinks looking at the picture on the screen “SMG4..this is just a picture of Mario.”
Four nods pointing at Three “Exactly! So we’ll need to be sneaky and cunning about this! Who knows what that stupid fat Italian has up his sleeve.” After hours planning and Three fighting about Fours idea on letting his subscribers pick how to get his notebook back it was the day of the heist. SMG3 smirks, fixing his fedora and tie “Alright looking fresh!” he winks and snaps his fingers making Fours stomach flip. Something that has been happening ever since the pair became friends, he wasn't sure why it only happens around Three after days of thinking on the subject he assumed it had to do with their link and lived on ignoring the way his heart would race when being near the man. With their spy rizz outfits on they walk to the casino, SMG4 was smiling and waving at the crowd not noticing the loving look Three was giving him. You could ask Three why he was looking at the man like that and you can bet his answer will have nothing to do with how charming he found the man's outfit to be. They walk into the casino with no issue, SMG3 smiles getting ready for the mission only to hear someone humming. Turning he sees SMG4 sneaking as he hums the theme from Mission Impossible, letting out a sigh as he walks up to the man smacking him “Dude, stop it.” four frowns and looks down agreeing to stop.
“Hey!” the pair jumps hearing Mario’s yelling, they turn to see Mario checking everyone coming into the casino. He then pointed at his brother demanding answers, the pair watch as Mario lets Luigi in only to burn him alive for letting out a cough. They slowly turn to each other, nervous about what they just saw before Three shakes himself out of it, they had a mission no time to get cold feet. “Alright, what the hell are we doing here?” hearing Three’s voice, Four looks at their watch to see what was voted. They both nod at the result and put on clown masks getting ready to scare the Italian man, they sneak up to him and start making loud sounds to scare him. Mario slams the table making the men nervous as he gets closer to them as he checks them both out then focuses on SMG4 “Your color schemes look awfully familiar..”
The more Mario stares at Four the more anxious Three feels, then he sees Mario start to drool and reach out to Four. He wasn't sure what was going on with Mario but he was sure it was something stupid and he had to stop him “THATS IT WERE WALKING THROUGH!” he pushes Four causing the mask to fall off. They all stay silent staring at the mask before SMG4 turns to mario “uhh i can explain..” Mario screams, surprising the men “AHHHH A SCARY CLOWN!” SMG4 frowns seeing his best friend run from him, Three throws the mask off “Hey works for me, lets go.” he was going to walk away before four grabbed him “Am…am i really that horrific to look at?” Three felt himself blush as four looked up at him with puppy eyes. He looks away sighing “You look like how you always did, a shit head with a huge ego now can we go?” Four pouts at the comment before moving forward.
They stand in the main lobby looking around to see the cameras in the lobby. “Great…Mario must be surveilling the place intensely, we have to shut off those security cameras.” they nod as they look at the watch. Their eyes go wide seeing the vote that won “Uh heh maybe the watch counted the votes wrong,” Four smacks the watch hoping the choice will change. SMG3 sighs seeing the panic four was going through, he looks around and smirks as he walks over to a booth asking for a song change for the lobby. Four sighs finally admitting defeat then starts to think “Do a sexy dance? How do I even pull that off? Is there a meme dance that could come off as sexy?”
That's when Three grabs his arm pulling him close to his body, SMG4's face turns completely red seeing how close they are “T-Three?” the man moves Fours hand on his shoulder while holding the other one “Your dumb subscribers did the vote lets get this over with so we can get my notebook, follow my lead!” He then placed his hand on Fours lower back causing the man’s heart to start racing. SMG3 makes sure that Four was pressed against his body before moving, Four did his best to follow the steps that the other man was doing.Then tango music started to play making Fours eyes go wide “How is the tango a sexy dance?” SMG3 kept moving to the music then smirks “That idiot seems to get off with us being gay, so if he catches us this close dancing he will freak and knowing that idiot he will end up breaking something!” Four nods understanding where his partner was coming from. As they dance, Three picks up speed as Four attempts to keep focus on his steps, his mind starting to fill with strange thoughts. As he dances his eyes slowly drop to SMG3 lips those thoughts start to play louder in his head, he wants to kiss the man right there and the thought causes him to miss a step.
Mario catches the dance on the camera and zooms in his eyes pops out as he sees the pair, he knows he should have hit the alarm but the close dance made him want to cheer the two in hopes they finally get together. Seeing Four missing the step Three takes the chance to do a final hit on Mario, dipping SMG4 he leans in close, pressing his forehead against the other man making it look like they kissed on the cameras. Four held his breath at how close they were, while Three was looking into Four’s eyes. A strange feeling hit them both, they were on a mission they had to get the notebook and yet Four couldn't help slowly moving his hand to the back of Three’s head. It was the perfect moment to kiss each other, something they both wanted at the moment, only to be broken out of the spell hearing Mario scream in excitement and blowing up all the cameras. SMG3 lifted up Four and smiled seeing that the mission was a success “Great! Let's go!” SMG4 watches Three walks ahead acting as nothing has happened, was he the only one that felt that spark. He follows Three, his thoughts filled with what happened. He takes out his phone and starts to search his feelings. Distracted Four agreed to a plan that Three made without knowing what it was about, his eyes widened as he read what the results showed “A deep romantic connection..me and Three?” he looks up to realize he missed what he had to do and Three was now being taken by Swag and Chris. Four panicked and was going to save Three only to feel something heavy hit him, knocking him out cold.
He opens his eyes and look around the room confused only to see Mario pop up in front of him “Hello mother fucker!” seeing the plumber he starts to scream which woke up Three making him also scream. He turns to see Three was tied down, panic starts to build up inside of him thinking of what they could do to the man. Mario chuckles as he approaches Three “Mario?? LET US GO DUDE!” He was hoping that his call out would bring the man back to him. Sadly the man he is growing a romantic attraction to was SMG3 “AND GIVE ME MY NOTEBOOK BACK YOU ASS!” Mario smirks at the tied up Three making Four wiggle against his restraints. “I’ve been waiting for this! We finally got them, didn't we Marty?” Marty sighs and agrees with Mario, he was annoyed that the plumber let them get away once and was lucky the spies got distracted. Mario turns his attention back to Three “Just give us the key to your notebook SMG3! We’ve tried everything but it wont open yet!” This was all Four's fault for searching on his phone, the guilt was eating him as he watched the scene play out in front of him. Three gives Four a soft look before gaining back his snarky personality “NEVER! I’ll never tell!”
Mario lets out a chilling laugh that caught both men's attention, he takes his phone out smirking, he hits play and starts showing cringe memes to Three. Their avatar knows them too well and had the perfect videos to make Three cringe, the more videos played the more he saw the man break to the point he started shedding tears “NOOO! HE CANT TAKE IT! LET HIM BE!” Mario grins as he pulls up one last video the moment SMG3 sees it he screams. Four’s eyes flicker yellow as he looks around the room “Come on four think of something worse than what SMG3 is dealing with right now!” he focuses on all the cringe he has seen on the internet till he shrivels up from it. Now free from the rope he runs towards Mario he can hear Three about to break “Hey ass!” catching Mario’s attention he throws Eggdog out, the pup attacks the plumber while he runs to untie Three. The moment he unties Three he starts to shout “IM FREE! IM FREE!” rolling his eyes he grabs the man pulling him off the table to run out of the room with Eggdog following.
As they leave room Three turns shaking Four “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?” Four frowns looking down, he starts to play with the button of his vest. “I was feeling strange so…i wanted to look up what was going on because it was distracting.” SMG3 lets four go and sighs giving him a quick look up and down before nodding “you seem fine now, just we are a team talk to me.” He didn't know what to do, Three was rarely this soft and now knowing the strange emotion he has been ignoring is he could feel his heart racing. Taking a deep breath he grabs Three's hand “If my viewers make the choices that land us in green, I have something I need to tell you.” They looked in each other's eyes, seeing how serious four looked the man nodded before they moved forward.
The pair were losing it after being chased by Mario and ending up in a game show forcing them to watch what happened to them in the igloo. After that the pair found Depresso and used him as a distraction to get ready to fight the plumber in which Three was surprised to see Four was good at fighting the avatar out without breaking a sweat. Now they opened the door and were standing across the safe with their prize. Three was going to walk only to be stopped by Four, he then pulls out baby powder and blows it revealing lasers in the room. “Yep, just as I expected! These lasers will probably explode if we touch them.” SMG3 looked at the bottle then back at Four “Why do you have baby powder?” SMG4 sighs “I have a sensitive ass!” with awkward nods they both turn to focus on the lasers. SMG4, seeing the results, smirks “Watch this!” SMG3 watched in awe as he watched the meme guardian front flip, avoiding all the lasers and making it to the other side. He hits the button and winks at his crush making Threes face red “What are you waiting for we got a notebook to save!”
That moment SMG3 wished he had his notebook to doodle the moment he saw, though he was sure those flips and wink will haunt his mind all day. They cheer getting into the safe only to be stopped by Marty and Mario, together with their meme power they manage to put a stop to the pair and grab the notebook. After more attempts by Marty and Mario to stop them, the pair escape and win the day with their watches landing on green. Four smiles seeing how happy Three was, then he looks at the watch nervously knowing what he has to do soon. Hours later they announced to the subscribers that thanks to them they saved the notebook, Three was so happy to get it back he started to smooch the book making Four giggle. After teasing SMG3 about why he was building a new evil lair right next to his castle he lets out a small yawn, who knew doing a heist could take so much out of you. “Speaking of cafes…I’m dead tired.” he gives his partner a small smile “Lets have some coffee.” For the first time since they have known each other things felt peaceful, maybe it was them both being drained from the heist or maybe this whole event brought them closer together. He remembers back a few weeks ago how SMG1 and two told them they had to get along in order for their powers to get stronger, all that event did was give him work to tell the world how they two weren't together due them being caught holding hands thanks to Marios gum.
SMG3 perks up hearing his words “Now we’re talkin!” walking together they sit on a pile of wood waiting to become a part of SMG3 cafe, SMG4 smiles looking at the sunset as SMG3 starts doing their coffee. They smile at each other doing a small cheer as they clink their
cups together and drink, as SMG4 enjoys the warmth of the coffee he notices SMG3 writing in his notebook with a huge smile "What are you writing?" he knew he wasn't going to get an answer but it wasn't going to hurt him to ask you never know what mood SMG3 is in.
He smirks and turns away "I'll never tell!" SMG3 makes sure the other cant see the drawing he is doing of them both with cups of coffee.
With a giggle he nods "Don't worry i wont push it," as he looks back at the sunset his heart starts to beat faster. This would be the perfect moment wouldn't it? He had to admit the closer they got the harder it was for him to keep his feelings in check. When he hears the notebook close he decides now is the time with one last gulp of the coffee he turns to SMG3 "You know...this heist got me thinking,”
SMG3 sips his coffee and stares at his partner "What that we should be full time spies, cause i'm not a fan of the idea of your fans telling me how to live my life," SMG4 shakes his head with a small chuckle "No, nothing like that...just we make a good team don't we?"
He keeps staring at SMG4 feeling confused on what was going on with the man next to him, seeing this SMG4 sighs feeling himself blush. "You know...people ship us together...and uh with all that's happened to us i started to wonder...." he had no idea what he was doing. Every TV show he has seen made confessions look easy, even Axol made it look sweet and easy with the manga he was making before everything.
SMG3's eyes go wide as he also starts to blush "Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden, idiot!!"
SMG4 closes his eyes "WHAT IF WE MAKE IT CANON!?"
Everything was dead silent, he was nervous to open his eyes to see how SMG3 was looking at him. Finally he hears a whisper "you....what?" Slowly he opened his eyes to see a stun SMG3, his face was as red as his eyes, it almost made SMG4 giggle for how cute it was to see him like that. "I..well i like you i figured it out today when we were on the heist, so i was wondering if maybe we can try...the next step?"
SMG4 started to get worried he broke the man for how long it took for him to move again, he watches as SMG3 stares at the floor then his notebook. His heart sank, did the guardian not feel the same as him?
SMG3 gets up and stands in front of him "Fine, i guess i...i like you too! But don't let it get to your head...Baka!"
SMG4 lights up, standing up and hugging him, ignoring the heat on his face, Three hugged his boyfriend back. They separated and gave each other a small smile before Four spoke up “Need a place to crash till the cafe is done..you can stay with me till then.” SMG3 looks at the castle then his hand thinking about the graveyard, staying here they both could figure out this new step easier then him in another location “Yeah that could work..but can we keep this thing with us on the down low not sure i'm ready for the idiots to learn about us.” with a nod they both slowly reach for each other's hand and let out nervous giggles. Now holding hands the pair walk into the castle to move SMG3 in,Little did they know a shadow was watching them from a distance growling at what they just saw.
2/6/24 date written
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Syncing Dream [Aespa x M!Reader]
36. Ai-ai-aespa!
Note: the final chapter….maybe?
Masterlist here
Right after they are back from the break, the fan event was in full swing, with laughter and cheers filling the large hall as Aespa and Y/n took the stage. Bright lights and colorful banners covered the venue, and the energy from the fans was infectious. Each of the girls had been in high spirits all day, feeding off the excitement from the crowd as they interacted with their fans in a series of fun activities.
The event had been organized to give back to the fans after the international tour, and there was no shortage of amusing moments and heartfelt interactions.
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Y/n stood to the side of the stage, watching as each of the girls took turns answering questions from the audience. He was mostly focused on keeping things running smoothly, but he couldn’t help but smile at the fans’ reactions to their favorite idols.
The first challenge of the day was a guessing game, where the members had to identify obscure fan-made memes about themselves.
“Oh no… I already know where this is going,” Karina groaned, her hand covering her face as the first meme—a horribly distorted picture of her making a funny expression—appeared on the screen.
The fans erupted in laughter as Giselle leaned over, trying to keep a straight face. “Is that supposed to be you?”
Karina glared at her playfully. “That’s not me. That’s a cursed image.”
Meanwhile, Winter and Ningning were already laughing uncontrollably as they scrolled through the memes, and Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle along with them.
When it came time for the fan challenges, Y/n was pulled onstage as a surprise. The fans erupted in cheers when they saw him, especially when a video clip of his viral ���Supernova” dance incident played on the big screen.
Y/n felt his face flush as the clip continued, much to the amusement of both the fans and the girls.
“Oh my god, please turn it off,” Y/n groaned, trying to cover his face with his hands. "Why am I so monumental in the aespa lore?"
Karina and Giselle were practically on the floor laughing at this point, while Ningning offered him a pat on the back. “Don’t worry, oppa. It’s legendary now.”
Winter, standing beside him, grinned. “Yeah, it’s pretty iconic.”
Y/n shot her a look, his embarrassment slowly fading under the warmth of her teasing. He hadn’t forgotten their conversation from Sokcho, and ever since that day, things between him and Winter had shifted—subtly but undeniably. Now, every little joke or smile carried a new weight, a quiet acknowledgment of what they shared.
As the fan event continued, Y/n and the girls participated in a dance battle and several hilarious fan challenges, but what stood out the most was the final Q&A segment, where fans asked the girls what their favorite memories were from the tour.
When Winter was asked the same question, she smiled softly. “My favorite memory… It was when we had a quiet day in Sokcho. Just me and this idiot here.”
The fans erupted in cheers, and Y/n, standing nearby, felt his heart skip a beat. Winter glanced at him, a knowing smile on her lips. The confession they’d shared wasn’t public knowledge, but little moments like these reminded him that they had something special. Something that was just for them.
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A few days after the fan event, Y/n found himself standing in the middle of the dorm’s living room, which had been completely transformed into a winter wonderland. Karina had taken charge of the decorations, insisting on stringing Christmas lights all over the room, while Ningning and Giselle were busy putting up the tree.
Winter, of course, was watching from the couch, sipping hot chocolate. “You know, this is why I love Christmas. I get to sit here and watch you guys do all the work.”
“Excuse me?” Karina called out from the ladder, where she was attempting to put the star on top of the tree. “You could at least help with the lights.”
Winter waved her off, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah, you’re doing great.”
Y/n stood in the kitchen, trying to handle the logistics of cooking a Christmas dinner. He wasn’t exactly a chef, but he wanted to surprise the girls with something special. The turkey, however, was proving to be his greatest challenge.
“Uh, Y/n?” Giselle called from the living room. “Do you smell something burning?”
“My love for you, unnie?” Winter quickly shaped a heart with her hands.
“Umm, very cute. But something is actually burning.”
Y/n’s eyes widened as he rushed to the oven, pulling out a slightly charred turkey. “Sht.”
Ningning peeked her head in, stifling a laugh. “Well, at least we have side dishes, right?”
Y/n groaned, staring at the ruined bird. “I tried.”
Winter got up from her spot on the couch, padding into the kitchen and peering over his shoulder at the turkey. “It’s not that bad. We can still eat it… maybe.”
Y/n shot her a look. “Are you just saying that because you feel bad for me?”
Winter grinned, leaning closer. “Maybe.”
"Tsk, thought in a relationship will finally make you less savage."
Despite the turkey disaster, the rest of the dinner was surprisingly successful. They managed to gather around the table with mashed potatoes, stuffing, and a whole lot of side dishes, laughing over Y/n’s kitchen mishaps.
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After dinner, they all gathered around the Christmas tree, exchanging gifts. Karina got a fancy set of makeup brushes from Ningning, the maknae got a new bracelet, Giselle received a new game console, and Winter was gifted a cozy sweater.
When it was Y/n’s turn, Winter handed him a small, neatly wrapped package. “This is for you,” she said softly, her eyes twinkling with a bit of nervousness.
Y/n opened the gift carefully, revealing a framed photo of the two of them as children. It was from one of their earliest memories together—back when they had first met. He stared at it for a long moment, a wave of nostalgia hitting him.
“Jeong…” he began, his voice catching slightly.
She smiled softly. “I found it a while ago and thought it would be nice to remind you of how far we’ve come. From childhood friends to… this.”
Y/n felt his chest tighten with emotion as he looked at the photo. It wasn’t just a memory—it was a reminder of how deeply connected they were, of the years of friendship that had blossomed into something more.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.”my girlfriend’s the best.”
Winter smiled, her eyes soft as she leaned against him. “Girlfriend hehehe”
“Boooo, get a room, you two!” Ningning groaned, earning a laugh from everyone.
As the group bicker about their exchanging gifts, Y/n had just finished thanking Winter for the framed photo of their childhood when she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper so only he could hear.
"That’s not your only gift by the way," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. Y/n blinked, confused, as Winter straightened up, shooting him a playful smile.
He raised an eyebrow, whispering back, "Oh? What’s the other one, then?"
Winter’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before she stood up, the sound of wrapping paper crinkling as she grabbed a second, much smaller gift from behind her. She handed it to him, the tension between them thickening as he carefully unwrapped it. Inside the box was something familiar:
a black collar, one of the gifts the girls had given him earlier on their birthday as a prank.
Y/n stared at it for a second, his heart skipping a beat as Winter leaned in again, this time close enough that he could feel her breath on his ear.
"The real gift," she whispered, her tone sending a shiver down his spine, "comes later. Just… wait until everyone’s asleep."
She straightened up, a teasing smile dancing on her lips as she casually sat back down, acting as though nothing had happened. Y/n swallowed hard, trying to keep his expression neutral as the others continued chatting around them. His mind raced, unable to stop replaying her words and the implications behind them.
Throughout the night, Y/n found himself stealing glances at Winter, who seemed completely at ease, joining in the banter and laughter as if she hadn’t just made a very bold statement. Every now and then, her eyes would meet his, and she’d give him that same teasing smile, making his heart pound just a little harder.
By the time everyone decided to call it a night, Y/n’s nerves were on edge. As they all began heading to their rooms, Winter caught his gaze one last time, raising an eyebrow in silent challenge. She slipped away quietly, disappearing down the hall toward her room.
Y/n stood there for a moment, wondering if she was really serious. The collar in his hand felt heavier than ever, and he realized that the night was far from over.
The others slowly made their way to bed, leaving the house quiet and dimly lit. Y/n hesitated for a few minutes, standing in the hallway, his heart racing as he considered his next move. Eventually, curiosity—and something more—got the better of him. He made his way to Winter’s door, his hand hovering over the handle before knocking softly.
A voice called out from the other side. "Come in."
Taking a deep breath, Y/n opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit room. Winter was there, sitting on the edge of her bed, her expression soft but filled with unmistakable intent. She motioned for him to come closer, her voice low and playful. "I told you there was another gift, didn’t I?"
Y/n approached cautiously, still holding the collar in his hand. "So… you’re serious about this?"
Winter’s smile widened, her eyes glinting with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "Very serious." She reached out, gently taking the collar from him and holding it up between them. "This has a lot of meaning, don’t you think…jagi?"
Y/n swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Yeah… I guess it does….honey"
Without another word, Winter leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft but electrifying kiss. The room seemed to close in around them, the air charged with the intensity of the moment. Whatever playful teasing had existed before now melted away, replaced by something deeper, something unspoken.
Winter pulled back, her gaze locking onto his with a seriousness that took Y/n by surprise. "This isn’t a prank, Jung Y/n. I meant every word."
Her hand found his, and with a gentle pull, she led him closer, guiding him into her world, where teasing and friendship had blossomed into something undeniable. This night wasn’t just a gift—it was the beginning of something they both had been quietly wanting for a long time.
“Well, show me, Kim Minjeong.”
-
A few days later, as the new year approached, Aespa and Y/n found themselves gathered together in the living room again. This time, there were no decorations or fanfare—just the five of them, sitting around and reflecting on their journey and eating their breakfast.
"So," Karina began, her eyes flicking around, "What’s next for us?"
There was a brief pause before Giselle chimed in, “More banger albums, for sure. And more tours. Gotta keep the momentum going."
"Maybe more variety shows?" Ningning suggested. "I had so much fun last time. Plus, fans love seeing Y/n fail at games. That should be a regular segment."
Y/n rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his face. "Hey, if it means more screentime for me, I’ll take it."
Giselle snorted. "Yeah, but it’s not exactly flattering screentime when you’re constantly falling over yourself."
"Still counts!" Y/n shot back, earning a round of laughter from the table. “It will be my goal to be more popular than Aespa now. You guys set me up for it.”
“Ok, we’ll see.” Karina smirked.
But the lightheartedness didn’t last long. There was a brief lull in the conversation, the gravity of their journey setting in as each member seemed lost in thought. It was Karina who broke the silence.
"We’ve come so far, haven’t we?" she said softly, her voice carrying a note of awe. "I still remember when we were trainees, wondering if we’d even debut. And now… now we’re here."
"More than here," Giselle added, nodding. "We’ve made it."
Ningning smiled, leaning back in her chair. "Sometimes it feels like a dream, you know? Like… everything we’ve done, all the stages, the fans. I still can’t believe it."
Winter, who had been quiet the entire time, finally spoke. "I think… it’s not just about making it. It’s about the people we’ve had with us along the way." Her eyes flicked briefly to Y/n before looking up to the ceiling. "We couldn’t have done it without each other. And without our idiotic yet reliable Y/n."
The room fell silent, the weight of Winter’s words hanging in the air. Y/n felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn’t expected Winter to bring him up, especially in front of everyone, but the way she looked at him made him feel something he hadn’t allowed himself to fully embrace—just how important he had become to them. To her.
"I agree," Karina added, her voice softer now. "Y/n, you’ve been through so much with us, especially in the last few months. We couldn’t have gotten here without you."
"Even with all your clumsiness," Giselle joked, lightening the mood. "Seriously though, you’ve been a tremendous help for us."
Y/n, who had been trying to keep himself composed, felt his throat tighten. "You guys…" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I don’t know what to say."
Ningning grinned. "How about, ‘You’re welcome, Ningning, for being the greatest influence in my life?’"
“Goddamn it, Ning.” Y/n choked.
The table erupted into laughter, the tension breaking as the mood shifted once again. They continued eating, the atmosphere light and filled with warmth. But throughout the rest of breakfast, Y/n could feel Winter’s eyes on him, a quiet understanding passing between them. They had shared something important way back in Sokcho, and even now, that connection was still there—stronger than ever.
The group shared a final toast, raising their glasses to the future and all the exciting opportunities that lay ahead. They didn’t know what was coming next, but they knew they’d face it together, as a team—and that was more than enough.
For Y/n, the journey had been unexpected, filled with challenges and surprises. Entering his life past his trainee life, he was genuinely lost in his path. Where should he go? Was this all he would do? Aimlessly wandering around in multiple jobs with no secure future ahead?
But as he looked around the room at the people who had become his family, he realized that every step had been worth it.
His first day as a manager…and also the reunion with Minjeong.
The multiple times he messed up during his early days and his various praying moment that Karina won't kill him.
Bantering with Giselle at the gym.
Babysitting Ningning to make sure she doesn’t create weird shenanigans.
The sasaeng incident that sparked his eventual virality.
Small yet precious moments with each members and other people.
And eventually, with Minjeong…
He- no, they had come so far, and there was still so much more to look forward to.
With a smile, he raised his fork with his food one last time. “To the future,” he said, his voice full of hope and anticipation. “And to aespa.”
“Ai-ai-aespa!!”
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…dw, there’s a epilogue.
#aespa#aespa x reader#kpop#aespa giselle#aespa karina#aespa ningning#aespa winter#karina#ningning#giselle#aespa x you#aespa x male reader#aeri uchinaga#ning yizhuo#yoo jimin#kim minjeong#minjeong x reader#winter x reader#winter#x reader
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This is Home
summary: reader's house no longer feels like home, but she has her best friends to help her escape.
pairings: Yeosang + San + Wooyoung x Reader (w/ mentions of OT8)
relationship: Platonic
genre: hurt/comfort
tw: mentions of depression, crying, mentally/verbally abusive parents. If any of this is triggering I would steer more towards my happier fics. Please be kind to yourself<3
It wasn’t uncommon for you to show up unannounced at your friends’ apartment, especially late at night, but this time, it was different. This time you ASKED if you could come over. The group chat was only used to send memes, nothing more nothing less.
~8 makes 1 Team + y/n~
You: ‘Can I come over please?’
Your phone immediately started ringing, and San’s profile pic popped up on your screen.
“Y/n? You alright?” he asked. You bit your lip, shaking your head.
“Would you like us to come get you?” He asked quietly. He was assuming you were trying to keep quiet. You hum in a disagreement, cause if you talk you’ll lose it.
“We’ll unlock the door, come over whenever you’re ready,” he whispered. You sniffled, hanging up and trying to catch your breath. You packed up an overnight bag and tiptoed out of your bedroom and out the door. The drive was short, blessed that they lived only 10 minutes away from you. You walked up to the door and knocked quietly it was midnight, so there was a chance everyone was awake or asleep except for San. The door opened, San’s face full of worry.
“You normally don’t knock either, Y/n,” he said with a worried chuckle. Everything you were doing was beyond out of character. You sucked in your cheek, trying to will the stinging behind your eyes. San pulled you into the warm apartment out of the freezing weather.
“Here let’s get you out of this,” he whispered, taking off your winter coat.
“Is every one asleep?” you ask. San nodded.
“Yeah but they’re heavy sleepers I’m sure if you ran around screaming like a banshee they’d be dead asleep,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. You couldn’t help but smile at the efforts San was making. You saw the couch had a few pillows and a couple of blankets, where you normally slept. You put your bag down and got ready to sit down. San gently stopped you.
“You can take the bedroom, Woo and I are going to be out here,” he said. You looked at him in disbelief.
“What? Sannie, no, that's your guys' room.”
“We want you to have your privacy,” he said kindly. Wooyoung stepped out of the room with worry in his eyes. You were so used to him nearly breaking the furniture and decor to tackle you into a hug, so you weren’t used to him walking up to you slowly but with urgency.
“You okay?” He asked quietly. You bit your trembling lip, your vision blurring when Wooyoung touched your shoulder.
“Oh come here…” Wooyoung said, pulling you into his arms, San joining shortly after.
“Do you want to talk about it,” San asked, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You shook your head sniffling. You weren’t ready yet.
“If you want to talk about it we’re here, for now, let’s get you in bed,” San said, patting your head. You nodded while Wooyoung wiped your eyes. San had already grabbed your bag and took it to the bedroom. Wooyoung gave you one more squeeze before he got settled under the blankets on the pullout bed. You made your way to San and Wooyoung’s shared bedroom, giving San one more hug before you got under the covers.
“Let us know if you need anything,” San said, squeezing your hand. You nodded before turning over in the bed, almost immediately falling asleep.
The next morning you woke up feeling groggy. Your eyes were swollen from the tears you let fall when you got into bed. You checked your phone, seeing it was 9 am, everyone was probably awake by now. Normally, you would hear people stomping around, voices loud, just chaotic, but it was something you were used to. What you weren’t used to was it being super quiet. You heard footsteps but it sounded more like tiptoeing. You were brought out of your thoughts when there was a small knock at the door. Judging by the knock you knew who it was.
“Hi, Yeosang,” you called quietly. A timid “hi” was at the other end of the door.
“You can come in, Sangie, it's okay,” you say from your bed. The door knob slowly turned and in came Yeonsang.
“What time did you get here last night?” He asked as he came and sat at the end of San’s bed.
“Around midnight, I think everyone was asleep except for Sannie and Woo,” you said. He hummed as he tapped your foot.
“Did something happen?” he asked carefully. He didn’t want to push you if you weren’t ready. You nodded, trying to hold it together.
“Is it your dad?” he asked. You bit your lip and blinked back the tears. Wordlessly, Yeosang came and sat next to you, pulling you into a hug, but making sure you stayed warm under the blankets.
“We were worried when we saw your text, wasn’t very on brand of you to ask to come over,” he said comically but with a sad tone. He and San were right; because they started leaving their door unlocked so you could waltz right in because you would stand and knock repeatedly on the door or ring the doorbell till it was close to breaking. You sighed and decided that if you didn’t say something now, you probably wouldn’t later. You let Yeosang in on everything, telling him what had happened, and he didn’t speak a word until you were done, heartbroken seeing you so hurt.
“He had no right saying that about you, you know that right?” he asked. You were torn because you had the “I don’t give a fuck what you say” energy but you’re still human, and cruel words from anyone hurt, let alone your own family. Yeosang was alarmed by the lack of response, and he slowly turned his head towards you.
“He had no right, Y/n, what he said was not true,” he said with more confidence this time. You nodded because Yeosang was a man of very few words but when it came to the ones he loved, he would do and say anything to protect them. Shortly after his little speech, he offered to go refill your water jug, and not too long after, there was a small knock at the door, it was San and Wooyoung.
“How are you feeling, Y/n?” Wooyoung asked. You shook your head.
“Not great, I just told Yeosang what happened,” you said rubbing your eyes.
“Are you okay with sharing what happened? If it's just him that knows it’s okay!” he reassured seconds before Yeosang walked in with your water jug that was now filled with ice cold water. You took a swig and set it on the bedside table.
“I can tell you,” you croak, already feeling yourself choke up again. Everyone made their way onto the bed and you told them everything. While you explained your story, tears coated your cheeks and it took them everything in them not to get angry. They were appalled by what they were hearing, but also so sad seeing you hurt.
“Y/n… you do have respect for yourself. Everything negative your father says about you is wrong,” San says as he wipes your eyes. Wooyoung rubbed a thumb over your hand while your head rested on Yeosang’s shoulder.
“It just sucks…*sniff* the one permanent safe space, my home, doesn’t even feel like a safe space anymore,” you say before breaking down in Yeosang’s arms. Yeosang’s heart hurt while San and Wooyoung saw red. How dare the person who is supposed to be a role model, a friend, or a PARENT, not make your home a safe space. They let you cry for as long as you needed and didn’t dare speak a word until your cries were reduced to sniffles and the occasional hiccup.
“How can we help, Y/n?” Yeosang asked. You shrugged, because what can you do? The damage was done.
“Unless you know how to magically reverse emotional damage, I don’t know… I just don’t know anymore,” you whisper, feeling so defeated.
“Well, is there anything we can do for you now?” Wooyoung asked. You shook your head.
“I just don’t want to go home…I don’t feel safe,” you whisper, your vision blurring again. The boys gave each other knowing looks, clearly able to read each other’s minds.
“You are more than welcome to stay as long as you need to, and if you truly don’t want to go home, you are more than welcome to move in,” San said confidently. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head.
“Guys…no, this is your space… there are 8 of you already living here!” you say in disbelief.
“What’s one more?” Yeosang asks. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You put a hand over your mouth and tears of happiness started flowing,
“Don’t you make me cry now!” Wooyoung exclaimed while he was looking up at the ceiling blinking back the moisture in his eyes.
“Take all the time you need, okay? Let us know and we will support you no matter what,” San said before all of them pulled you into a group hug.
“I love you all so much,” you said tearfully. They said it back, and when you heard them say it, you knew they meant it. Your house may have been where you lived, but in this space, this was home.
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#ateez san#ateez yeosang#ateez wooyoung#ateez hurt/comfort#ateez#ateezedit#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#atz fic#hurt/comfort#kpop
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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 5 (Porty MK, Artist MK, Delivery MK)
- He/They
- Gay
- Calls Redson either Wildfire or Firecracker
- Whenever something goes wrong he says "called it." (He did not, in fact, call it)
- Calls everyone "Dude"
- Once took Redson out to the Anti-gravity Arcade and got mad when he passed out after almost 32 hours of non-stop dancing and playing arcade games
- Tells MK that he has no fashion sense but will wear the most atrocious combination of colours and patterns himself
- Has multiple ear piercings as well as a bellybutton and tongue piercing
- Once threw a party that got busted by the police and dispelled himself to avoid getting caught
- Has so much energy, if he's not at a party he's constantly walking around the apartment, if his legs start hurting he'll sit down for like 8 seconds before getting up and walking around again because he still has so much energy left
- Makes the dirtiest jokes known to man kind
- Makes the others do karaoke night with him. every. week.
- Will sometimes put on lipstick and kiss all over Redsons face and neck to make og MK jealous (trust me guys, please🙏)
- Absolutely HATES dark chocolate, it's too bitter for him
- Despises the claw machine games at the arcade, if he gets something and then it falls out of the claw he'll literally break the glass and just take it
- Lives on energy drinks
- Will refuse to drink any soft drinks when they run out of bubbles
- Loves those cringey alpha wolf memes
- Laughs at those firemen saving people in reverse videos and always sends them to Redson, who also laughs at them (yes it does concern MK and the others)
- Smells like sweat and cotton candy (its from flavoured vape smoke)
- Love language is Quality time (and by quality time I mean partying)
- Has a whole box of glowsticks
- "Hey, hey, hey guys, watch this!!" *fails at trick*
- Loves candy, especially hard candies
- Scams kids out of their tickets at the arcade
- Paints his nails a different colour every week, and almost always uses glow in the dark nail polish
- Tried to make his own firework show once and set three houses on fire
- Would rearrange someone's whole room just to mess with them
- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to take prizes from the claw machines without having to actually play them
- He/They
- Gay
- Calls Redson his Muse
- Would probably collect bones. It freaks the fuck out of MK and the other clones
- Will destroy any and every art piece if it doesn't turn out exactly how he envisioned it in his head
- Writes fanfiction
- Constantly covered in paint splatters, charcoal, glue, etc
- Hates baths, lives off dry shampoo
- He acts like a cat whenever he gets wet
- Takes great care of all his art supplies and will flip out if something is out of place
- Agreed to help Sandy paint his boat again the second time he was summoned but only if Sandy stopped changing what colour he wanted it to be after every new coat of paint (Sandy learnt his lesson the first time art MK was summoned)
- His advice is always "just kill them"
- Bites ankles
- Was almost arrested for vandalism (he ran away from the cops)
- Once painted a picture of Redson, who only said "this is pretty good" (it was in fact a genuine compliment, he loved it), and Artist almost killed him
- Analyzes his dreams as if he's the prophet predicting the end of the world
- Won't let anyone use his art supplies
- Growls at people
- Perfectionist
- Smells like paint fumes
- Love language is gift giving and words of affirmation
- If he's focusing on something really hard and something startles him, he'll jump in the air like a cat
- Was drawing at a park once and a bunch of kids were being annoying so he tripped one when it ran past him
- Collects concept art books from literally anything, movies, video games, TV shows, it doesn't even matter if he's played/watched them he just likes looking at the concept art
- Insomniac who 'cures' it with an unholy amount of caffeine
- Has drank paint water before, will do it again
- Extremely passive agressive
- MK yelled at him once for getting paint all over his bed
- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to reach higher places when painting on walls and shit
(Had to use og MK has a base ref because the show did delivery MK dirty)
- He/They
- Gay
- Calls Redson Paprika
- Loves straws, will only ever drink something if he uses a straw (I did this as a kid)
- Is constantly listening to music while doing deliveries and has absolutely passed his destination on multiple occasions
- Surprisingly witty
- Is the only MK who knows how to cook and genuinely loves it
- Has a little bit more chub than og MK does (duplicatnation did him dirty and I will never forgive them for his design)
- Has gotten into physical fights with rude customers before and would do it again
- Absolutely HATES eating fish
-His shoe laces are never tied, the amount of orders he's ruined because he tripped on his stupid laces is insane
- If he gets bored he'll just lay on the floor and do nothing
- Has accidentally eaten dog food before
- After a long day of delivering he'll pass out for hours at a time then wake up again at like 2am
- "Not to be rude, but.." proceeds to say the most disrespectful shit you've ever heard
- Either cannot keep a secret for the life of him, or will immediately forget the secret 5 mins after being told what it is, no in-between
- Him and the other clones accidently broke into a strangers house once, and he felt really bad so he cleaned the dishes before leaving (it was on the news)
- Will @ a specific person in a group chat instead of just dming them
- Sometimes eats out of the noodles he's delivering, no one has found out yet
- Smells like noodles
- Love language is Acts of service
- If he gets into a fight with someone he is fully willing and ready to resort to biting
- Saw Monkey King eat his own hair once and almost threw up
- Sometimes if a customer is being rude while ordering over the phone he'll purposely drive slow or take a longer route so their noodles are cold when they get them (og MK has told him to stop multiple times because he's scared of Pigsy thinking he's the reason they get any bad reviews)
- Has a Spotify Playlist for every possible occasion
- Gives out really good hugs and will hug people for really long periods
- Cries when he sees sad animal videos
- Can't whistle to save his life
- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to hold more orders to get work done faster
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can i please ask for a könig x reader where they are in a social event and könig is like moving his leg up and down all the time and reader just tries to calm him down subtly by placing their hand on his leg and after the event he thanks them?
he can thank them however you want ;0
Yes you can :)
Pairing: König x reader
Summary: König meets your friends for the first time.
A/N: I loved this request ❤️🔥
“Friends”
Your phone pinged constantly.
You sat on the couch giggling and typing back memes. Your group chat being overwhelmed by the 5 of you.
“But you JUST HAD to meet this guy.”
“Ended up being a cute loser.”
“So glad you’re not into him anymore”
You and your group of friends were ragging on your friend and her current miserable date. You guys kept going on telling her it was a poor choice. You put your phone down on the coffee table to go use the bathroom.
König was sitting on the couch, as you returned.
“Your phone has been vibrating non-stop schatz, I could’ve sworn it was about to fall off the edge.”
You laughed and climbed over him.
“You remember my friend who went on that blind date with the guy everyone swore was a good guy at the office?”
“Yes…” he looked at you, waiting for the story that seemed to unfold a new highlight or chapter every single day.
You started telling him about the awful date your friend had just ended. Reminding him of key points and comments your friends had previously said but your friend being so naive and playing devil’s advocate decided to dismiss.
You finished the story and stared at him.
“Can you believe that guy?”
“I can.. wow is your friend okay?”
“Yeah we’re just making fun of her now. Poor choice of a date.”
There was a small silence as König turned on the tv and then shifted towards you. Breaking the silence, he looked towards the tv and said,
“Do you think your friends would like me?”
“Of course they do.”
He shifted more towards you, facing you now.
“Mmmm that’s not what I asked.”
You put the phone down on your chest and scooted up, giving König your full attention.
“What is it?”
“I haven’t met your friends yet, do you think they would like me?”
“Of course they would. They know how great you are.”
“Why haven’t you ever decided on bringing them over?”
“What… bring them to your house?”
You never really thought about it. You gushed to your friends about meeting this guy at the supermarket one day, and it became a date after another, with some few hiccups along the way, but you knew König wasn’t a social person. You only pushed as far as he wanted, often scaling back on any sort of social events. You didn’t want to put that pressure on him.
“I think I should know your friends. You know Horangi.”
Horangi had popped up a couple times on König’s phone or computer monitors when they played games with one another.
König had briefly said some words in Korean to Horangi about you, and Horangi had started “ooooh-ing” and “ahhhhh-ing”
bringing König to blush and run into the other room. Since then, it was a quick hi and bye with Horangi, nothing more.
“I say hi and bye to Horangi.”
“Well Horangi knows of you.”
“Correct. He knows of me, says hi and bye to me. Nothing more.” You smirked and looked at him.
“Would you like me to bring them over?”
“Yes, I think it would be fair.”
“Alright…” still, you felt skeptical. König was still very shy with you, but meeting friends was something big. Almost like meeting family. You sat up and began arranging plans.
*
You planned a small get together on a Friday night. You didn’t make the plans at König’s house like he wanted to, mainly because you didn’t know if he would want your friends to linger around his house.
Your friends were somewhat loud and this was already something out of routine for him.
You approached him that night as he was getting ready.
His white t-shirt stretched over his body, his jeans were fitted and tight. He wore a blue flannel on top and no scarf. His hair was combed neatly up, no hair surrounding or covering his face. He looked so handsome, you loved when he took his time to get ready.
“We won’t be there long so don’t worry.” You came up behind him and popped out on his side.
“I’m not worried schatz,” he said calmly, but you would see small fidgeting from him. The way he drummed his fingers on the bathroom counter, he kept fixing his tips of his hair, and would double check his outfit in the mirror.
You quickly adjusted your top and called out to him down the hallway,
“Are you ready?”
You heard his footsteps coming down the hallway, broad shoulders almost covering and touching the two walls. He had his serious face on, fidgeting with the end of his flannel…when he saw your face peek out from the corner he relaxed a little more.
You reminded him.
“We won’t stay long, I promise.”
*
As you guys did valet and walked up to the restaurant you could see your friends crowded over a table tucked away in a corner.
König held your hand a little tighter, as you approached the table.
“Hi guys!” You piped as you saw them.
Immediately the entire group smiled back at you, turned their attention towards you. Each of them stood up to hug you, taking their time to look you over and show affection. How long had it been? Then turning to him to shake his hand. König felt a bit protective now. You had this group of friends that radiated towards you. Welcoming you with love, just by greeting them. Each of them welcomed him as well by association.
“It’s so good to finally meet you!”
“We can finally put a face to the name!”
A waiter came to take orders of food and drinks. By the time the food came, König had been sipping on his water and carefully picking on one of the appetizers closer to you while being polite and answering questions your friends had.
You sat there blushing and attempting to redirect the questions to anything other than your relationship.
Three hours flew by, when you realized how drunk your friend was in the corner.
One of your friends noticed König didn’t order a drink but water.
“You're not drinking tonight?” He brought it up a little too judgmental.
“No, I’m driving tonight, so none for me.” König explained, smiling.
“You can’t handle your alcohol or what?” Your friend asked again, this time another one of your friends clearly drunk, egging him on.
“Sure looks like it.”
You chimed in— “let’s not be an asshole today ok? Just because you want everyone to drink.”
You knew König didn’t like drinking, he became too dependent on it in order to push away the social anxiety. Still, your friend didn’t have to be an asshole about it. You looked at your friend and gave him a cold glare.
Your friend took the hint and chilled out.
Your other friend changed the conversation, “so what’s everyone doing for summer plans?”
König however did not like how your friend approached him. Who even cares if he drinks or not? Was it even in his interest how you two got here? Who was the sober one here? Who could take care of you? Shit should he have got a drink with them? What was his fucking deal? Was this guy ever under the influence with you in a car?
His mind raced with different questions and thoughts, then his knee bounced up and down, then he started fidgeting again by cracking his fingers, then his head realized he was cracking his fingers drawing attention to him.
Maybe he should’ve drank just to follow the crowd… was he making a bad first impression?
You could feel his knee bouncing up and down, another fidget you had mentally listed when König was overthinking.
You gently placed your hand on his leg, rubbed up and down from his knee. Then left it there. He stopped bouncing. You found his hand and gave 3 squeezes. He looked at you instantly.
A code you two shared for— “I’m tapping out, let’s go home.”
He kept his eyes on you, you looked at his chest exhale in relief. His shoulders relaxed, as his head turned back to the table. The two of you in your own world as the group remained on their own.
You got up, something about you changed,
“oh man, i'm starting to get tired, I think it’s best we leave now, I’ve got work tomorrow morning.”
König stared at you, watching the fib that came out of your mouth, grow into some cynical story to get you both out of there. Were you always this great of an actor?
He stood up and looked at everyone, “I'm so happy to have met you all, thank you for this.” Ever the polite gentleman he was, he shook everyone’s hand and hugged a few people goodbye.
You took care of the tab for the two of you, and then reached out for his hand to leave.
“Please stay,” one of your friends said. Clearly not ready for you to leave.
“We’ll catch up soon!” You responded, rubbing König’s thumb to soothe him a little more.
“I promise we’ll have more nights like these.” You quickly added and exited the restaurant.
König still hadn’t said anything to you, you pulled out the valet ticket from your jacket pocket and spoke to the man.
Once inside the car, König tipped the man and drove off. It wasn’t until you were on the highway that he exhaled loudly.
“Better?” You smiled and leaned over the console to get a better view of him.
“How do you know?” He asked.
“How do I know what?”
“You know, how do you know when I’m ready to leave?”
You laughed gently, “I just know you. When I’m ready to go, you’re pretty much ready to go too.”
He looked over from the highway towards you, smiled.
“Thank you for that.” He grabbed your chin and squeezed it a bit. Your friends could be fooled by your acting but not him. He knew you read his body language.
“And thank you for knowing how to respond to my anxiety…” he thought quietly, reaching for your hand and placing a kiss on it.
“And thank you for knowing how to respond to my anxiety…” he thought quietly, reaching for your hand and placing a kiss on it.
“And thank you for knowing how to respond to my anxiety…” he thought quietly, reaching for your hand and placing a kiss on it.
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Batfam Reality TV show
Ugh FINE I'll tell you about my Batfam Reality TV show HC's okay? jeez... (nobody asked).
Before i yap, this idea has been swearving around in my brain like a wagon tied to a angry rhino for a while now. I can't remeber if i was inspired by other posts so if im accidentally stealing someones idea or someone has similar posts pls lmk so i can I'll tag them :). Also reminder that these are Head Cannons, if you don't agree then thats okay. These are just the senarios I play in MY head. (pls ignore all spelling mistakes, im lazy)
Okay, I feel like a reality TV show centred around the batfam would be so funny. Like, a bunch of self aware traumatized orphans hanging around in a mansion. The Kardashians but actually likeable, humble (well, it depends) and absoloute chaos, and not the "omg youre so chaotic lmao" but instead "Ah shit, someone is trying to break in to confess their love to Brucie again, someone call the cops" kind of chaos.
Bruce Wayne is the prince of Gotham. He has built Gotham from the ground up and he is loved by the majority of Gotham residents and even villains. In this cenario, Bruce's billionare playboy days are behind him, and works more like a tired dad who is just trying his best (good parent Bruce Wayne basically). He really has no idea how or when most of these people became a part of the family but is just happy they're there. Mabey Selena Kyle /or Clark Kent could be a side character and there could be a B-plot where Bruce is panicing about proposing or something. Is chronically reading the newspaper. Bruce is also the type of parent to really try to BOND with his family. Puzzles, games, trips, picknics, lgbtq+ merch ect.
Dick Grayson lives, and even has a key to the city of Bludhaven but still visits home regularly. There is an on-going gag where Dick always talks about longing for a relationship but when sees his ex'es while out and about and turns 180° and hides. (its my HC i can do what I want. Dick is a terrible long-time boyfriend, okay).
There is also a scene where Dick makes fun of Tim for being emo (he was just on his phone) and the rest of the Batfam in their one-on-one interviews show pictures and share horror stories from Dick's 'Hot topic, MCR, stealing dads car, eyeliner, youre not my real dad, ugh' phase from his teenage years and a screen shot of Bruce Wayne holding up a picture of Dick with a joint hanging out of his mouth becomes a meme format. Another clip that went viral is a home video where Alfred is scolding Dick for staying out late and he goes "UGH" and backflips out of the room. It cuts right back to Dick where he is smiling and hugging Damian being all ":D".
Jason Todd is thought to have been dead by the people of Gotham for years but as the season progresses, can be seen more and more often in the backround like walking into rooms while people are giving their one-on-one interviews and slowly backing out, or him just walking past a room, or as soon as the camera crew enters a room Jason makes eyecontact with the viewer and just turns around and leaves. There was an intstance that sparked a lot of controvercy online where Roy Harper came to the mansion looking for Jay and the batfam just stared at him, looked to the camera crew and then looked back at him. He swiftly left after rambiling about his terrible grief. (nobody bought it)
They all grew lazy nearing the end of the season and Jason just sits at the dinner table with everyone there, the camera never focuses on him and nobody mentions that he IS actually alive and is sitting RIGHT THERE. Jason just covers his face with his free hand while he eats and can just be seen in the backround while people talk. Jason says something and the camera turned to Bruce, and the editors, very poorly, tried to make it seem like Bruce was the one talking when it was obviously Jason.
In season two of "THE WAYNES" Jason finally joins the cast and admits in a one-on-one interview that he is, in fact alive and that its not a big deal (they make up an excuse and say that he just didnt like papparazzi/had a brain injury or something so he faked his death). This is never mentioned again.
Duke Thomas lives in the manor and was adopted by Bruce (again, its my HC i can do what I want). Duke is the moral compass and seemingly the only one that actually does their own chores. He is constantly just staring out into the madness that is the rest of his family since he is one of the newer member of the family. He, along with Tim are the only ones that can cuss out Bruce without reprocussion. Damian gets kind of jealous of Duke becasue Alfred the cat seems to like Duke a lot, and Dami is afraid of Alfred the cat choosing Duke as his new favorite person. Duke is extremely aware of this and shoo's Alfred the cat away and pretends to not like cats when Damian is around (to soothe his soul a bit).
Tim Drake is also one of the few members of the family that actually lives at home. Tim is a skater kid and Ipad kid at the same time somehow. He is also the ONLY person in the manor (Alfred excluded) that Bruce doesn't scold (it would be weird, since Tim basically babysat Bruce after Jason died).
Tim and Bernard Dowd start dating during the filming of S1 so there are a lot of scenes of Tim freaking out because Bernard is coming over and of the others making fun of him for looking into every detail of their interactions and overthinking them (was that a romantic gesture or not??). Bernard finally makes an appearence where he gives a short one-on-one where he introduces himself. Bernard quickly rose in ranks in terms of the internets white boy of the month (the TikTok edits went hard).
Cassandra Wayne was also legally adopted by Bruce and is his little princess (she is highly dangerous). She changed her last name from Cain to Wayne, bc i feel like she sees the Waynes as her real family. She looks nice enough but once the audience gets to know her they become aware of her insane competitiveness and how she has everyone in the manor wrapped around her pinkie. She dominates in board/video games and is the only one that can convince Alfred to get take out. Cass also practices ballet and is selectively mute and uses ASL most of the time (i just like the idea of her being SELECTIVELY mute, okay).
She is dating Steph (ITS CANON IN MY EYES). Cass, Tim, Bruce, Alfred, Damian and Duke are the only actual residents of the Wayne manor, the others just come and go like its an open buffet.
There is a scene where Cass, Steph, Tim and Bernard all sit on the couch and tell the camera crew that, "well yes Steph and Tim used to date and didn't get along for a while but now we're all friends". "Steph is tecnically dating her ex's sister but its not that complicated, REALLY". "Well yeah, Bruce conciders Steph a part of the family but its not weird or anything guys I PROMISE". "Well yeah actually, both Tim and I realized we weren't straight during our relationship. Why?" Cass and Bernard also get along really well but Bernard doesnt know any sign language and has to rely on others to translate/ Cass has to write thing down for him (they talk MAD shit).
Stephanie Brown. Damn, how the fuck does she keep get in? Sometimes Steph just sneakes into the manor to watch TV or to raid the fridge, while texting her girlfriend, Cass about how much they miss each other when Cass is litterally just upstairs and they're both too lazy to move. Bruce offered her a key to the mansion but she just responded by saying "nah its more fun this way". Steph is constantly accused of being a gold digger within the home and she doesnt deny the claims but its obvious that she does genuinely hang around because they have all become a family to her (found family basically, ugh im such a sucker).
Damian Wayne is still young so there is not a lot of scenes going into his personal life like at school and stuff but he is still there a lot. Anytime Damian says something socially strange or offputting, the others just chuck it up to Damian being a little weird sometimes teehee, or just tell people to not mind him because he is kind of new around there. Meanwhile, Damian speaks in a very professional and sophisticaded way which creates conspiricy theories among viewers about his upbringing, ESPECIALLY because Damian said something in passing about being raised in a secret mountain society.
The camera crew caught a glimpse of Damian in the yard casually accomplishing amazing feats with a giant sword and then immidietly stopping dead in his tracks when he noticed a wild rabbit in the garden. Keen viewers also noticed this strange phenomenon where Damian somehow wins every argument EXCEPT for when its with Alfred.
(I both love and hate the idea of Damian being a spawn of satan in everyones eyes. It can be funny sometimes but in my universe, Damian gets along well with everyone. Sure Damian is crude and weird but he's a kid, and i want him to have a supportive family that understands why he does and says the things he does. I basically just want Damian unapologetically being a kid.)
Alfred Pennyworth is an interesting person for newer fans of the Wayne family, since he is practically unknows to the public. Alfred introduces himself as the only butler in the Wayne manor and a long time friend of the Wayne family. Viewers quickly realize that Alfred is really the man of the house and it becomes previlant when he goes on a short weekend trip (with a secret girlfriend perhaps, Maggie Page perhaps) and everything falls apart. Bruce doesnt know where he is supposed to be at any given time, a hirearchy is established (Cass is a very unfair leader) and the only person making sure the others are fed is that mysterious figure in the backround (Jason).
Alfred makes it sound like he is only the butler but the rest of the batfam all talk to/about him as the essential part of the family that he is and how he is everyones badass, british, grand papa, dad, butler- babysitter-cook, friend thing.
Barbra Gordon is another unofficial member of the Wayne family. She is always over for game and movie nights and just in general. Barbra and Dick used to date but are on really good terms (suprisingly). Barbra is especially close with Jason, Cass and Dick, and is kind of a mentor/cool older sister figure to the others. Sometimes Jim Gordon visits as well, since he and Bruce are fellas.
In the opening scene of the first episode, the batfam are asked to make a family tree or list of sorts since there are so many of them and Barbra was the only person who remebered that Jason was supposed to be dead (nobody bought it).
This will do FOR NOW. I wasn't be able to fit everything here so ill prolly make a pt.2, where i tell yall abt some silly situations that would take place in a Wayne reality TV show. This is more like an introduction into the convoluted storyline that has been building up in my head (what else am i supposed to do at work?).
I also want to state that Leslie Thompkins is also concidered a family member to me since she is like a surrigate mother figure to Bruce but she won't be hanging around the manor as much as the others.
Ik i skipped a lot of characters that are concidered to be in the batfamily but even I dont know who IS concidered to be in the BatFam atp or I skipped characters that i just dont like/think about as much bc im shallow like that lol.
ALSO ALSO im not a huge BatCat or SuperBat shipper but i just felt like them being in the family dynamic would be interesting. Timid ol' Clark or the HBIC Selena Kyle. I also didnt include friends and stuff that would prob be at the manor all the time too like Roy, Wally, Jon, JLA, TT, YJ ect. blah-blah-blah you get it, I'll stop yapping now.
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