Queenie

Like, imagine reader being like super intelligent since little but ofc your family wouldnt give a fuck lol, you got into a good school by your own means (also falsifying a couple of papers just to be able to attend) and got into the MIT by your own means on showing off their talent!

So, you got a name all on your own and began a busness with another friend of yours, they both created stark industries (imagine your mother last name was stark lol) and since you were neglected by the entire family, they really dont have any of their beliefs so both of them began to make weapons, and very good onces, ofc you creating them and your friend doing the busness stuf like talking and political stuff.

It was then that the family finally realized what has become of you, but only because they have started seeing villians and criminals using your own weapons, they try to reach you to make you stop or at least ask if you even knew where did your weapons ended, because they sure as hell didnt end up in good places

But ofc, all of their tries were met with close door, not by yourself but by both your friend and your assistant (YES pepper, oh potts, the woman you are😍)

And then, while in another country to test one of your recent weapons was when you were kidnapped and held against your will, bla bla bla, the reactor on your heart, the scape all of the thing that happend in the movie

You told everyone you will stop produce weapons, your friend gets kinda angry like "wth girl, this is our only income" you create iron man

I think it would be after your friend dies (yes, the friend is monger) and you reveal you are iron man is that...maybe having a call back to your family wasnt that bad of an idea...

I didnt mention Sam or the other shield dude but they would obviusly be included too

Like, imagine reader being like super intelligent since little but ofc your family wouldnt give a fuck lol, you got into a good school by your own means (also falsifying a couple of papers just to be able to attend) and got into the MIT by your own means on showing off their talent!

So, you got a name all on your own and began a busness with another friend of yours, they both created stark industries (imagine your mother last name was stark lol) and since you were neglected by the entire family, they really dont have any of their beliefs so both of them began to make weapons, and very good onces, ofc you creating them and your friend doing the busness stuf like talking and political stuff.

It was then that the family finally realized what has become of you, but only because they have started seeing villians and criminals using your own weapons, they try to reach you to make you stop or at least ask if you even knew where did your weapons ended, because they sure as hell didnt end up in good places

But ofc, all of their tries were met with close door, not by yourself but by both your friend and your assistant (YES pepper, oh potts, the woman you are😍)

And then, while in another country to test one of your recent weapons was when you were kidnapped and held against your will, bla bla bla, the reactor on your heart, the scape all of the thing that happend in the movie

You told everyone you will stop produce weapons, your friend gets kinda angry like "wth girl, this is our only income" you create iron man

I think it would be after your friend dies (yes, the friend is monger) and you reveal you are iron man is that...maybe having a call back to your family wasnt that bad of an idea...

I didnt mention Sam or the other shield dude but they would obviusly be included too

࿔.ᐟ pairing Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

࿔.ᐟ summary When Damian comes home after a difficult patrol, he finds something he does not expect: A bath that is meant to be yours alone and yet, it does not stay that way for long.

࿔.ᐟ tw non-sexual nudity, bruises/injuries, kissing of bruises/injuries, slight angst, loooots of fluff

You cannot remember the last time you allowed yourself to simply sit still.

Warm water laps gently against your skin as you sink deeper into the bathtub with a content sigh. The bathroom glows with soft candlelight, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across the walls. Scented bubbles gather around you while steam curls lazily through the air, fogging the mirror above the sink. It is peaceful.

You rarely have an evening to yourself, rarer still one that allows you to slow down and enjoy it, but tonight, you made it a point to do exactly that.

A book sits abandoned on a stool beside the tub, forgotten in favor of simply existing in the warmth. For the first time all day, your mind feels quiet. Then, from somewhere downstairs, comes the familiar sound of the front door opening.

Damian is home.

A small smile finds its way onto your face. You expect him to take a while when he gets into the bedroom, likely to change out of his uniform and then go to the spare bathroom, to shower away the grime of patrol before seeking you out. It was a routine the two of you had fallen into long ago.

So when the bathroom door cracks open only a few minutes later, you can't help but lift your brows in surprise.

You move to sit up in the bathtub and watch as Damian lingers in the doorway for a moment.

His domino mask is gone, leaving his dark hair slightly mussed from the night’s activities. Though he has shed some of his gear, enough remains to tell you that he hadn’t bothered stopping anywhere else before coming to find you. As your eyes rake over his figure, you noticed a bruise forming along his jaw and another disappearing beneath the collar of his suit.

“Hello, beloved,” he greets.

“Hi,” you respond, while turning your body to lean your arms against the side of the tub and rest your head on them.

His gaze sweeps over the room. The candles, the bubbles and the steam curling through the air, before setting on you. For a moment, neither of you speak. Then he steps fully into the room. You expect him to say something but instead he turns right around, disappeared from view, and returns moments later dragging one of the dining chairs behind him. The legs scraped softly against the floor.

“Damian?”

Ignoring your obvious confusion, he positions the chair beside the bathtub and sits down. You ask again, looking up at him from where you head rests, “Can I help you?”

“I was under the impression that I was allowed to sit in my own bathroom.” The slight teasing tone is evident in his voice but you can tell it was overlapped by tiredness. You sigh and playfully roll your eyes, “That’s not what I’m asking.”

“And yet I answered.” Always very smart mouthed. He is being difficult this evening but you know that only means he was trying to dodge the questions you haven’t yet asked.

You study him for a moment. Beneath the usual sharpness in his expression is something softer. More tired. His shoulders are tense beneath the remnants of his suit, and while Damian would sooner launch himself off the roof of the Manor than openly complain, you know him well enough to recognize when a patrol had been particularly rough.

“Long night?” You ask, carefully. He lets out a short sigh, more of a huff, “I’ve endured worse.”

He just always has to be so defensive, so like always you just give him the look. The one that said, “Stop being difficult with me, I know you far too well, for this.”

It is clear to you now that Damian had come here immediately, seeking out your presence. He would never barge and in and just unload his feelings but he would simply sit beside you in silence because your presence always makes him feel better.

You allow him the silence, neither of you speaking for a while. He sits with one arm draped over the back of the chair while you remain resting against the edge of the tub, examining his features. The flicker of the candlelight softens the sharp angles of his face and, little by little, some of the tension seems to leave his shoulders. You observe him as he watches the candles.

For someone who insists he preferers solitude, Damian has always been strangely fond of sharing it with you.

Eventually, your gaze drifts back to the bruise along his jaw. In the years that you have known him, you have become accustomed to seeing the occasional scrape or bruise after patrol. It never stopped bothering you, but you’d learned that fussing over the injury only earned you an exasperated look and a lecture on the realities of vigilantism. But tonight is different, he looks too tired.

Not physically tired, because Damian could push through physical exhaustion out of sheer stubbornness alone. No, this is something else. The kind of tiredness that settles behind his eyes. Difficult for anyone but you to notice. An idea comes to mind.

“You know,” you say softly, “most people take a bath when they want to relax.” You are looking downward, swishing the bath water with your hands.

One green eye cracks open, “Most people weren’t trained to function under considerably more demanding conditions.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah well you’re sitting in my perfectly crafted cozy space over here so you’re basically- well almost, in a bath filled with scented bubbles.” He shakes his head, “I’m sitting beside a bath, and it is no way the same.”

If you could roll your eyes any further back into your head you would, but he did make a fair point so you only huff in response, “Mm.”

Damian lets out a small smirk at your annoyance, “There is a difference.”

You decide to ignore his stubbornness and continue pushing, “Right.” You hum unconvinced, “And that’s why you came straight here?” This is when the smirk on his face falters, “I fail to see the connection?”

You continue, “You didn’t shower.”

Silence.

“You didn’t change.”

More silence.

Your eyes drop pointedly to the boots he still wears, “You didn’t even take your boots off.” You are looking right at him now.

He looks away and then back at you again, “Beloved.” The warning in his tone only makes you smile more.

“Damian,” You respond giving him the sweetest smile you can muster, knowing exactly what you are doing. He sighs, “You are being insufferable,” but there is no real malice in his voice. You drag your words to sound extra sweet, “Learned from the best.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up despite himself. For yet another moment, neither of you speak. The candles flicker softly around the room while the water shifts gently, as you adjust your position in the bathtub. Damian leans back in the chair, resting his head against it.

It is such a small action, most people wouldn’t think twice about it, but you do. Damian rarely ever so brazenly shows that he is tired and yet now his eyes drift shut for a few seconds. His shoulders sink and the tension that he had carried into the room seems heavier than before, as though simply sitting reminds his body of how exhausted it actually is.

When his eyes open again you are already watching him, “What?’

“You look tired.” You finally admit to what you have been thinking this entire time.

“I am not.’ The response comes far too quickly. You raise a brow and he looks away from you.

You sigh, fed up of the banter and then your mouth curves into a mischievous smile. Damian immediately notices, “Do not. Whatever it is that you’re thinking. Don’t.”

You can't help but laugh, wanting to respond that you were not thinking anything but you saw the way his brows raise already, in anticipation of your fib.

“Fine,” you relent. “I was thinking that perhaps a certain stubborn vigilante might benefit from relaxing for once.”

He glances over your figure in the bathtub, shrugging his shoulders, “I am relaxing now.”

He nearly sends you over the edge, as you dramatically flop backward into the water, causing a small splash. You frantically gesture to the steaming water around you, “No Dami, this is relaxing! Not sitting in a chair, fully dressed in you uniform.”

You watch his gaze follow your hand that gestures to the water. That is the final push for the words to casually leave your mouth, “Join me.”

At that he scoffs, and you expect an immediate refusal. Instead, the words never come. You watch as he leans forward resting his forearms on his knees, thinking. That alone is enough to tell you that he is considering it. You to fight back the smile that threatens to appear on your face.

“You are not allowed to look so pleased with yourself.” He let out a long sigh and pushes himself to his feet. A grin now spreads across your face. But you wisely choose not to comment. The last thing you need is him changing his mind out of sheer stubbornness. So instead, you just watch as he removes his gear.

His gloves are the first thing to go, tossed unceremoniously onto the counter. The cape follows shortly after, draped over the back of the chair he had occupied.

You try not to stare but fail miserably. His warm tan skin is sculpted so perfectly. You notice a fresh bruised darkened the skin near his shoulder while several smaller cuts and scrapes decorate his arms. It isn't anything serious or unusual for him, yet seeing the evidence of his nights out never gets any easier for you.

Damian senses your attention on him but continues undressing. He knows the exact way that you are looking at him, with worry. Your face adorning the same look whenever his body showcased new injuries.

The movement of the water finally pulls your attention away from the bruises scattered across his skin. You look up just in time to watch Damian step into the bath. A laugh immediately bubbles in your chest which earns you a look, the grin on your face only widening at that.

Despite all of his earlier resistance, he settles with surprising ease. The water shifting around him, gentle waves brushing against your arms as he carefully lowers himself into the space behind you. The bathtub was certainly large enough for two people and yet that did not stop your knees from bumping his.

“Move forward.” He says like it’s obvious.

“There it is.”

“There is what?” He stops his movement.

“That attitude.” You respond and his expression remains entirely unimpressed. Though, you comply anyway, shifting forward to give him more room. Only for him to immediately slide an arm around your waist once you settled again. A smile, yet again tugs at your lips. The hypocrisy is astounding.

Slowly you lean back to get more comfortable. Damian’s chest feels warm against your back despite already being in warm water. His legs barricade around yours. The arm around your waist tightens slightly, not enough to restrain you, just enough to keep you close. And for the first time that evening, you feel him relax. The tension that had clung stubbornly to his shoulders seems to melt beneath the warmth of the water, a quiet breath leaving him. Then another. His chin coming down to brush briefly against the top of your head.

You smile to yourself, closing your eyes as you lay against him, “There he is.”

Damian, whose eyes are also closed in comfort, cracks an eye open at that, “I’ve been here the entire time.”

“You know what I mean.” Your response causes his arm to tighten a fraction more around your waist. He knows exactly what you mean.

The both of you sit in a comfortable silence. But that doesn't last long because you cannot help yourself.

“So, do you want complete silence or can I tell you about what just happened in the book I’m reading,” You began, the words spilling out before you could properly organize them. “But silence is fine, if that’s what you want. If you’d prefer not silence, that can also be arranged-” You ramble on

“Beloved.” You stop mid-sentence. Damian’s hand at your waist shifts slightly, his thumb beginning to trace slow, absent circles against your skin. The motion is steady and grounding, not just for you but for him too. “You may do as you please,” he says quietly. “Your preference is mine.” The words are spoken with absolute certainty.

For a moment you forget what you were even saying, “…right,” you murmur, softer now.

Your thoughts suddenly feel too loud in contrast to the quiet warmth around you. All at once you become too aware of him. Of how close he is. Of the steady rhythm of his breathing behind you. Without really thinking about it, you shift, slowly turning in his arms. Damian’s hold loosens just enough to allow it. You adjust yourself until your cheek goes to rest lightly against his firm chest.

“Mm.” You hum absentmindedly, as if confirming something to yourself.

You listen to the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of the water, the softness of the candlelight, the arm still resting loosely around you. It all blurs together until it feels impossible to separate where you end and he begins.

And then, as your head tilts slightly, you see it. Just beside where your cheek rests sits a bruise, darker up close than it had been before. It stretches faintly along his upper chest, partially hidden by the angle of the light and the fading remnants of tension in his muscles.

Your fingers lift before you can fully decide to move them. Carefully and almost hesitant at first, you trace the edge of the bruise with the lightest touch. Not pressing, only acknowledging it.

Damian’s breath hitches, barely, “It is minor.” Your thumb pauses for only a second, at his dismissal, before you lean in. And then, gently, you press a kiss to the mark. It is soft and barely there, but the effect is immediate. Damian goes still beneath you. He doesn’t tense or pull away. Just stills as though the entire room narrowed down to only that point of contact.

You don’t move back. Instead you linger for a moment longer, your lips resting lightly against his skin as your hand remains where it is, steady against his chest. Then, just as quietly, you press another kiss on a bruise slightly higher.

Damian still does not move. You linger there for a moment, sensing how aware he is of the presence of your hands where moments ago there had only been tension and exhaustion. It makes something warm settle in your chest and slowly your fingers shift again to follow the faint line of another mark. Then, another smaller bruise nearby. Each injury receiving the same response from you. You lips meet the skin of his shoulder to press a kiss there. Then another just below it. You kisses are unhurried and careful, as though you are mapping out proof that he had come home again. That he is there. Safe. Within your reach.

Damian exhales slowly and you feel it more than you hear it, “Beloved.” The words come out softer than before. They’re not a warning at all. “Yes?” You murmur against his skin. There is a pause that is long enough you begin to think he might tell you to stop. Instead, his arm around your waist tightens, pulling you in as close as you can get.

“Continue.” The single word sends a quiet warmth through you.

And you do continue. Another kiss, and then another until the action becomes something almost absentminded. As though you are simply breathing.

Damian watches you at first. His green eyes are entranced on your careful movement. Eventually, he relaxes and closes his eyes to fully bask in the tenderness of your care.

When you’ve finally kissed each and every bruise, scrape and cut , you pull away as though you are admiring a piece of art you had just created. Instead of art you admire Damian. You suppose he can could be considered art, the way the candlelight softens his features and his skin glistens from the water.

You look up at his eyes and notice just how close he is to falling asleep. A small spark of mischief returns where softness had settled. Your finger skim lightly through the water behind you and then, without warning, you flick a small splash towards his arm.

He cracks an eye open, “Did you just-”

Another splash. Slightly more water this time and aimed at his pretty face.

His scrunches his face and then brings a hand up to wipe his face. There’s a beat of silence before he gives you that look, “You are testing my patience.”

You giggle, “You were falling asleep on me.”

“I was not.”

“You were!”

His eyes narrow faintly. Then, without hesitation, he returns the splash. Except his is way sharper and precise, all things about him considered. It hits you shoulder causing you to gasp. At that he lets out a laugh. A warm laugh that comes straight from his chest. You smile wholeheartedly and send another splash his way.

Soon water scattered across the bath, rippling against the sides as the calm from earlier dissolved into something lighter and playful. The silence from earlier is also completely gone and instead filled with the rhythm of both your laughter.

Eventually, Damian lets out a long, resigned breath. “I think it’s time we get out.” You huff dramatically but make no attempt to argue, and the two of you begin getting out.

The bathroom is warm and steam clings to the mirrors, blurring the edges of the room as towels are gathered. The both of you move to the bedroom, rummaging for clothes, in quiet routine.

You turn around from where you stand by the drawers, wrapped loosely in a towel, as Damian reaches for something small on the dresser.

Your engagement ring.

He makes his way over to you, towel hung loosely around his hips. He takes your hand in his and slides the ring carefully into place.

“There.”

You smiled.

“There?”

His gaze meets yours, “Back where it belongs.”

You looked down at the ring before lifting you gaze back up to him. The ring wasn’t the only thing that was back where it belonged.

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I do not give permission for my work to be fed to ai or distributed without my consent.

So my next request and again if you don’t want to do it that fine, is Stray Kids reader driver during media day a fan asked if they could sign a postcard of their self for them.

I can just imagine the amount of confusion that would happen

With wishes that your inspiration never drys out, 🍁(if it hasn’t been taken yet)

“Wait… That’s YOU?”

Pairing: Stray Kids x Platonic!9thMember!Reader, platonic!F1 Grid x Driver!Reader

A/N: Hey 🍁, and no it hasn't been taken yet :)

Media Day in Formula 1 was, unfortunately, one of Y/N’s least favorite inventions.

Not because she hated fans.

Not because she hated interviews.

But because Formula 1 had somehow created an environment where twenty drivers stood under fluorescent lighting answering the exact same questions fifty-seven times in different wording.

“How are you feeling for this weekend?” “What are your expectations?” “How difficult is Turn 3?”

Y/N had perfected the art of smiling politely while mentally dissociating.

She sat in the paddock lounge in full team kit, flipping through briefing notes while the rest of the 2025 grid slowly gathered around.

Lando was already causing problems.

Oscar was pretending not to know him.

Kimi looked like he’d accidentally wandered into a university lecture hall instead of Formula 1.

Ollie was eating something that suspiciously looked like plain bread.

And Y/N?

Y/N was trying to survive.

“Media starts in ten,” her PR manager warned.

She sighed dramatically.

“I suddenly understand why retired drivers disappear into mountains.”

Lewis laughed from across the room.

“You’re twenty-one.”

“And already exhausted.”

“Valid.”

Now, the important thing to understand was this:

The Formula 1 grid knew Y/N was an idol.

Technically.

They knew she was in Stray Kids.

Sort of.

CONTENTS INCLUDE!

sunshine!reader

part one part two part three part four

more coming soon!

Can you write something were reader is the younger sister of Charles. She is very close to Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo and often comes to the race. She is also very close friends with the other drivers. She is always smiling and happy but lately she is being more quiet. Reader is feeling a bit more anxious and she is missing their dad...but she doesn't want to tell her brothers about it. They are worried and so are the other drivers. Maybe during one day after the qualification some drivers find her sitting somewhere alone. They talk to her and she starts to open up. They convince reader to talk to Charles and Arthur.

Thank you

"you don’t have to pretend"

Pairing: platonic!f1 grid x leclerc!reader genre: platonic, comfort, family angst, found family, protective grid warning: grief themes/missing a parent

a/n: writing this honestly made me tear up a little. grief is such a strange thing because sometimes it gets quieter, but it never fully leaves you. a part of this fic was inspired by losing my own father, and while writing Y/N missing hers, it reminded me a lot of myself. i also kept thinking about Charles Leclerc losing his father at 19, which is close to the age i experienced that loss too. seeing someone continue chasing their dreams, continue living, smiling, loving people, and pushing forward even after something so painful makes me feel like maybe everything will work out eventually. maybe grief never fully disappears, but maybe one day it becomes lighter to carry. 🤍

everyone on the grid knew one thing for certain:

if Y/N Leclerc was in the paddock, you’d hear her before you saw her.

usually it was laughter.

sometimes it was her arguing with Charles over snacks. sometimes it was her stealing ollie's cap and sprinting away while he yelled after her. sometimes it was kimi dragging her around the paddock because they both spotted a dog at the same time.

she was always there.

always smiling. always bouncing between garages. always somehow convincing the drivers to take blurry group selfies at the worst possible moments.

the younger sister of Charles had practically become the grid’s collective little sister too.

Charles spoiled her endlessly.

Arthur let her sit in the Ferrari hospitality kitchen at 2 a.m. while he listened to her ramble.

Lorenzo checked if she ate properly every race weekend.

the grid adored her because she adored them first.

she remembered birthdays. she brought snacks. she congratulated rookies after rough sessions. she sat with drivers who had bad races so they wouldn’t be alone.

and maybe that’s why everyone noticed the change so quickly.

because Y/N going quiet?

that wasn’t normal.

it started small.

she stopped running into Charles’ driver room after sessions.

she stopped posting silly paddock photos.

during media day, instead of sitting with Kimi and laughing at something on his phone, she just smiled faintly and stared off somewhere else.

Lando noticed first.

“she’s tired,” he’d said.

but then Oscar noticed she barely touched her lunch.

Pierre noticed she’d started sitting alone after sessions.

Carlos noticed she flinched whenever someone asked if she was okay.

and Charles—

Charles noticed everything.

he noticed how she forced smiles now.

pairing: non idol!jeongin x f!reader

synopsis: you stormed out of your boyfriends dorm, heartbroken, your freshman year of college. you managed to avoid him for almost three years until you locked eyes at a party.

warnings: themes of dv, cursing, smut (fingering), semi public sexual acts, marking, dom/sub dynamic (kinda), cheating, angst, mingi is a terrible boyfriend

wc: 3.6k

a/n: omg i forgot to put this in part one, but the way that idols are portrayed in this fic does noooot represent them as people 🙂‍↕️💗

part 1 part 2 part 3 (in the works)

You slowly lifted your hand to touch your cheek where he had hit you. For a moment all you could do was stand there in shock. Almost right away, he pulled you into his chest, whispering insincere apologies.

What he did set in, and as soon as it did, you pushed him away from you. His eyes seemed apologetic and sincere, but you knew you needed to leave. As you started to walk away, he followed you and grabbed your arm, trying to get you to stay “Don’t. Let me go, Mingi.” Your voice wasn’t angry as you spoke, but it was small and scared. 

He stepped back and you grabbed your bag and walked out of his dorm. You broke down in tears as soon as the door closed, and you walked down the hallway as quickly as you could, trying to not draw attention to yourself. 

You turned the corner and ran into someone, so you muttered an apology and tried to keep walking. “Bug, wait!” You groaned as you heard Jeongin’s voice. Just your luck you ran into him right after Mingi just hit you. 

“Jeongin, I’m fine. Please just leave me alone.” You didn’t turn around to face him when you spoke, trying to hide your marked cheek. 

He softly grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. Your hand covered your cheek, but gently he moved it and saw your cheek that was starting to bruise. “Oh, bug, what happened?”

You shook your head, pushing his hand away. “I’m fine, really, it was an accident.”

He gave you a suspecting look. You knew he didn’t believe you. “Y/n, be honest. Did he lay his hands on you?”

You avoided eye contact and choked back more tears, but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. He pulled you in and hugged you as you broke down further, sinking down to the floor. You let him hold you, and you melted into his touch the same way you used to. The feeling of being in his arms hadn’t changed. You still felt that sense of security you never quite felt when Mingi held you. 

After a few too many people passed by, he lifted you off the floor and you walked to his dorm with him. He didn’t speak as he led you to the couch, putting a blanket over you and switching the tv on, and turning on your favorite comfort movie. 

He remembered. 

As you settled on the couch, he went to the kitchen and made you tea and a sandwich. He brought the plate and cup over to you and set it down on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of you and grabbed your hand. “Bug, please tell me what happened.”

You avoided eye contact again and removed your hand from his to grab the cup of tea. “He didn’t mean to, Jeongin. He isn’t like that.”

He scoffed. “Pretty sure you don’t hit your girlfriend hard enough to leave a bruise on accident. You need to break up with him if you haven’t already.”

“No, this was an accident. You don’t know Mingi like I know Mingi. I’m not breaking up with my boyfriend, I love him.” You stood up from the couch and grabbed your bag. “Thank you for your help, but I need to go now.”

He didn’t try to stop you, he knew it was no use trying.

A few weeks had passed since the incident. Mingi apologized for it over and over again and you, as you usually did, forgave him. You tried your best to avoid Jeongin, but it seemed like since you saw him at the party, he’s everywhere. 

You saw him and Nira together again at another party, and you could tell they got back together. Mingi watched you as you watched him, and he walked over to you angrily. He grabbed your arm and leaned down to speak lowly in your ear. “Stop looking at him, Y/n.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine and the feeling of his grip on your arm lingered even after he had let go. You noticed the red marks from his hands on your arm, but just ignored them.

He didn’t mean to.

You didn’t move from the position you were in, you just kept your eyes on the ground. It didn’t take long for Yunjin to walk over to you, as soon as you noticed her and the expression on her face, you escaped to the bathroom. 

You shut the door behind you, hoping she’d leave you alone. You rested your hands on the counter, looking at your reflection. You traced the marks on your arm, both old and new and you jumped when you heard someone frantically knocking on the door.

“Yunjin, go away-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jeongin swung the door open and he gave you a look before shutting it. “What the fuck, Y/n. I watched that entire thing happen.”

You were still not comprehending the fact that he just followed you into the bathroom. “Jeongin! You cannot just barge in here, what if I was actually using the bathroom?” 

He scoffed. “No, don’t do that, Y/n.” He touched your arm, running his own fingers along the marks he had left. “You can’t keep letting this happen, bug. He’s abusing you whether you can see it or not. I know you’re not an idiot.”

“Jeongin, you don’t get it. He didn’t-”

He cut you off and ran his hands through his hair. “Let me guess, he didn’t mean to? Stop making excuses for him, Y/n. I watched as he crossed the room and grabbed your arm simply because you were looking in my direction. That was no accident. He’s intentionally hurting you because he knows you aren’t going to stop him.”

You just stood there, tears welling in your eyes, part of you knowing he was right. You don’t know what came over you- maybe the alcohol, the confined space, or the fact he came in being protective of you- but you pulled him by his shirt and you kissed him. 

There was nothing delicate about the kiss, the three years you were apart all exploded at once. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer and you tugged on his hair. His hands moved down to grab the back of your thighs and you jumped as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to your core. 

You felt the burn in between your legs, the need for him growing with every second that passed. He kissed down your neck, lightly sucking small marks into your neck. His hands ran down your body, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. You bit back a small moan as he groped at your boobs while he was still kissing along your neck and chest. 

His large hands trailed up your thigh, slowly getting closer to where you needed him the most. He pulled away to look at you, asking for consent. “Is this okay, bug?” All you could do was nod, and pull him back into you. 

He wasted no time and slipped off your shorts. When he finally touched you, you grinded your hips into his hand, chasing more friction as he touched you lightly, teasing you. Your hands tangled in his hair, pleading for more. “Jeongin, please, don’t tease me.”

“You’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?” He kept his eyes on you as he inserted two fingers with ease. You let out a moan as he began to slowly move his fingers. Your eyes shut and your head fell back onto the mirror, but abruptly stopped, dissolving any high that was being built. “Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop. Got it?”

“I will, please just keep going.” Your eyes were on his, begging him to keep moving his fingers. 

He kissed you before picking up the pace in his fingers again. You moaned and your face contorted, but you kept your eyes on him like you were instructed to do. He inserted a third finger, curling them perfectly, hitting the delicious spot inside of you. 

You held onto his other bicep, trying to keep your eyes on him. “You’re still so tight, baby. This pussy is so perfect, just for me.”

His words were pushing you over the edge, bringing you right to the edge of your orgasm. “Innie, please. I’m so close, don’t stop.” You moaned again, not bothering to hush your noises. His other hand moved to rub circles on your clit and the coil inside you snapped. You gushed around his fingers, your release making a mess over his arm and his clothes.

He didn’t slow his movements until you were shaking from overstimulation. He slowly slipped his fingers out of you, making you whine from the loss of contact. He kept his eyes on you as he sucked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. “You’re so sweet, next time I’ll have to use my mouth on you.” He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. 

You slipped off the counter, trying your best to stand even though your legs felt like jelly. He helped you back into your shorts and kissed you again. “You do know we just cheated on our partners, right?” You asked as the realization of what you just did set in.

“Well,” he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Last I checked, my girlfriend has already cheated on me with your boyfriend, and on top of that, he's abusive. I think it’s fair.”

You knew you couldn’t argue with that, because he had a point. He started to open the bathroom door to leave, but you spoke up before he stepped out. “What did you mean by next time?”

He smirked at you. “You didn’t think this was a one time thing, did you?” He didn’t say anything else before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him so you wouldn’t be seen leaving the bathroom together. You stared at yourself in the mirror for a minute, the feeling of him still lingering on your body. His lips felt burned into your skin in the best way possible. 

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Yunjin immediately found her way over to you. “Babe! I saw what happened. You can’t keep letting this happen.” Her eyes trailed down from your face to your neck, noticing the few small marks that he left. “Woah, did you let Mingi hurt you then take him to the bathroom to fuck?”

Your expression dropped. “Um, no, these are old.”

Your best friend just gave you a look. “Uh huh. Don’t bullshit me, y/n. Those weren’t there when we were getting ready for this party. After he grabbed you like that, Mingi disappeared the same way you did. There’s no shame in it, he is your boyfriend-”

“Wait,” You stopped her rambling when you heard Mingi also disappeared. “Did you say Mingi disappeared after I did?”

Yunjin gave you a confused look. “Oh, you really weren’t with him.” It took a second for the information to sink in, when it did, her eyes went wide. “Oh my god, did you cheat on Mingi?”

You quickly shushed her. “Huh Yunjin, shut your mouth. Can we leave please? I’ll explain everything.” Yunjin looked towards Hyunjin who was hanging out with Changbin. They didn’t need to say any actual words, he just waved her off, telling her it was okay to leave. You sent a quick text to Mingi telling him you were leaving with Yunjin and then the two of you headed toward the door.

You held onto her hand as you slipped through the crowds of people. You passed by Jeongin on your way out, not saying anything. As soon as you were outside, you felt your phone vibrate and when you looked, Jeongin’s name lit up your screen. 

‘No kiss goodbye?’

You felt the twist in your stomach as you stared at the message. You couldn’t turn your phone away from Yunjin’s view and she looked over your shoulder and gasped. “It was Jeongin, wasn’t it!”

Your hand quickly covered her mouth to mute her exclaiming as best you could. “Oh my god, just tell my boyfriend to his face why don’t you! Could you be any louder about this?”

She looked around and took a breath when she realized how loud she was actually being. “Okay, I’ll calm down until we get back to the dorm. I expect a full explanation, every single detail when we get back.” You nodded, interlinking your arm into hers as you quickly walked back to your building. 

Yunjin sat crisscrossed on the couch, listening intently to what you were telling her. Her jaw dropped and she dramatically squealed and threw herself backwards on the couch. “So let me get this straight. He watched your boyfriend abuse you, followed you into the bathroom, then he finger banged you? And he told you there would be a next time?”

You nodded. “Uh, yeah basically.”

She playfully slapped your knee repeatedly while squealing like a school girl. “Oh my gosh, y/n! You’re a little cheater cheater pumpkin eater.”

You giggled at your best friend. “Really, Yunjin? What are we? Twelve?” 

She just shrugged. “Well, what are you going to do now? Break up with Mingi and get back together with Jeongin?”

“Woah, definitely not. I still love Mingi so much, this was a one time thing. I won’t let it happen again.”

She just rolled her eyes at you. “Okay, sure, let’s stay with the abusive boyfriend.”

You gave Yunjin a serious look, no longer messing around. “Don’t say that. He isn’t abusive, he just gets upset sometimes. It’s my fault for upsetting him.”

“Babe, wake the fuck up. He literally hit you, and has been more aggressive towards you since you let it happen.” She stood up off the couch, getting more upset. “Your boyfriend is abusing you. I can’t keep standing by watching you let it happen to yourself, y/n, I love you too much for that.”

You watched as the tears welled in her eyes as she spoke. She turned around and walked out of the dorm, leaving you to sit with what she just said. You sat on the couch, tears brimming your own eyes as you called your boyfriend. He picked up the phone, and you could hear someone giggling in the background, but asked him to come over anyway. 

Within ten minutes, he was at your door, arms open. You walked into his arms and you cried as he held you. He walked into the apartment, and into your bedroom. He let you cry, but as soon as you were done, he climbed on top of you and started kissing along your jaw. 

“Mingi, wait,” You tried to lightly push his arm, telling him to get off. “I don’t want to, I’m not in the mood right now.” 

He kept kissing and grabbing at your body until your voice hardened from the soft whisper it was before. “Mingi, I’m serious, stop it.” You shoved him a little harder this time.

He groaned, rolled off of you and climbed out of bed. “Okay, well, if we aren’t doing anything, I’m gonna leave. I have other stuff I could be doing.”

You sat up in bed, truly in shock he actually just said that to you. He walked out of the dorm and as you heard the door shut, your first thought was Jeongin. You sat in your bed with your knees to your chest staring at your phone and contemplating your next move. You bit your lip and you picked up your phone and scrolled to his contact. 

‘Are you free?’

The three bubbles were almost immediate. 

‘Nira just left, is everything okay?’

You didn’t text him back, you just grabbed your shoes and started walking to his dorm. You knew you should’ve turned around, and you knew you shouldn’t have texted him.

But you’ve already come this far, why turn around now?

You raised your hand to knock on his door, but the door opened as you were about to knock. Jeongin jumped slightly, not expecting to see you at his door. 

You paused, starting to regret your decision to show up with no warning. “Oh, were you about to leave?”

He just smiled, dimples caving in his cheeks. “I was about to show up at your door. You stopped responding to me.” He opened the door and his hand grazed your lower back as you walked into his dorm. As the door shut, you felt tension lingering in the air.

Next time.

His words rang in your mind. The memory from earlier that night replaying, his touch still lingering on your body. You didn’t know what pulled you to him, but you knew you needed him. He looked at you with such a firm gentleness in his eyes, he didn’t have to say anything for you to know he still cared for you deeply. 

He carefully brushed the hair out of your face, stepping closer to you. “Bug, are you okay?”

You let out a sigh and tried to not let the tears fall as they brimmed your eyes. “I don’t really know anymore. I think I just needed real comfort, comfort isn’t Mingi’s strong suit.”

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his name. “ I don’t think being a good boyfriend is Mingi’s strong suit.”

“Oh, and it’s yours? Your girlfriend just left and there’s another girl in your apartment now.” You pointed out, half joking. 

“Well, I could be much worse.” He shrugged, glancing down at your bruises then looking back up at you, looking into your eyes with a sympathetic look. You broke eye contact, looking past him, not wanting to acknowledge the marks on your arm. 

In that moment, you completely broke. You realized you didn’t need to uphold any image in Jeongin’s eyes, you let yourself fall apart. Your head fell into your hands as you let out a choked sob. He didn’t hesitate to take you in his arms, stroking your hair and rubbing your back. 

He cradled you in his arms and gently shushed you. “It’s okay, bug. I’m right here, let it all out.” You wrapped your arms around him, and he pulled you closer. As your tears slowed, he brought you to his bedroom and laid you down on his bed. 

Remembering what Mingi had just done, you made yourself very clear before he could do anything. “Jeongin, I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m literally crying right now.” 

His face was confused and he was taken aback at the suggestion. “Woah, that is the last thing I was thinking about doing right now, y/n. What makes you think that’s what I wanted?”

Relived, you let yourself settle more into his bed with his comforter that was swallowing you. You looked around, avoiding eye contact again. “No reason at all.”

He crossed his arms and tilted his head. “It was Mingi, wasn’t it? Is that why you’re here?”

All you could do was give a small nod. “Bug, I wasn’t going to try and have sex with you right now. You just broke down crying in my arms, I was going to go grab you water, a change of clothes, then ask you if I could lay in the bed with you.”

Your lips curved into a small frown as you felt the tears prickle your eyes again. “You were just going to do all of that? No expectation of sex?” He nodded, as if it was a given. “Why though? I’m not your girlfriend or anything.”

“You’re right,” he crossed his bedroom to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and sweatpants. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. If you’re hurting, I’m going to do what I can to make you feel better. Being a boyfriend has nothing to do with that.”

He placed the clothes next to you on the bed and he left the room so you could change. He knocked before he came back in a few minutes later. He had a bottle of pain medication and a cup of water in his hands. “I don’t know if you still get headaches after you cry that hard, but I brought the meds just in case. I remember you like to get ahead of the headache.”

You sat for a second, shocked he remembered, before carefully grabbing the bottle from his hand as if he would change his mind and take it back. “I’m surprised you remembered that. I don’t think Mingi could tell you my birthday off the top of his head.”

“You’re not a forgettable person, y/n. I couldn’t forget the little details about you if I tried.” The look in his eye was genuine, and you knew he meant it. “Can I lay with you?”

You nodded and scooted over slightly. “It’s your bed, Jeongin. You don’t have to ask me that.”

As he climbed into bed, he held out his arms, signaling you to lay on his chest. “I still have morals, believe it or not.”

Reluctantly, you laid down and he wrapped his arms around you. He traced lazy patterns up and down your arm, soothing you. You had always struggled to fall asleep when Mingi was in bed with you, but for whatever reason, you drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes when Jeongin held you. You felt warm, you felt secure, you felt safe. 

You realized that wasn’t a feeling you were used to.

divider by: @cursed-carmine

pairing: poly!skz x fem!reader

summary: caught up with work and comeback preperation, stray kids hire you as a housekeeper with the expectation that you'd handle chores they dont have time to manage. what they didnt expect was to fall in love with you

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, embarassment, kissing, cuddling

word count: 940

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a/n: omg final chapter!! i originally planned for there to be ten in total but i've decided to keep it at nine (sorry!!) thank you soo much to everyone who read and supported my first series <333 love you guys!!!!

it was very obvious that you knew little about the kpop industry.

the situation you panicked about was resolved in less than two days, as the company was quick to issue out apologies and statements that you were, in fact, just a housekeeper. you weren't, but nobody else needs to know that.

so, the few days after the incident, you were embarassed of the way you overreacted around jeongin and tried to avoid him.

your plan didn't last long.

he was just too cute.

"y/nnie." he pouted, resting his head on your shoulder from behind you while you washed dishes.

you tensed slightly, turning your head a bit to glance at him sideways.

"yeah..?"

"you've been very mean." somehow his pout deepened, his dimples now 6 feet deep.

"mean how..?" you played dumb.

"avoiding me."

you sighed. "i'm just..embarassed."

he frowned. "about what?"

"i kinda..made a scene in front of you the other day."

he paused to think for a second, then looked up at you with wide eyes. "you mean when you were gonna leave?"

you flushed and nodded. he exhaled, snaking his arms around your waist. "you don't have to be ashamed of that, y/nnie!! it made sense for you to panic. but don't worry, you're okay now." he said softly.

you smiled. "i know, innie." you put the last of the plates on the drying rack and turned to the kitchen towel to dry your hands, but you got a better idea.

smirking, you turned around quickly to splash jeongin with the sink water.

"hey!!" he squealed, nose scrunching up.

a voice called from the hallway, "who's attacking my maknae?". changbin stormed into the room, arms crossed. his face softened and he grinned when he saw it's you.

"oh, it's y/nnie. it's okay then." he shrugged and turned to keep walking.

"hyungg!! you're supposed to defend me!" jeongin whined, wiping the water off of him with a towel.

"nuh uh. our princess can do what she wants." changbin smiled cheekily, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you pretended to cringe and move from his kiss, resulting in his pushing you closer by the side of your face and smooching your cheek repeatedly.

"EWW! right in front of me?!" jeongin groaned, escaping away to the living room. "channie hyung, binnie hyung's being gross again." he whined to chan, who just chuckled softly.

"you're just jealous you don't got game." changbin beamed smugly, wrapping an arm over your hip.

"we literally share her, bin." chan noted, amused.

"yeah, but i'm the favourite, right?" changbin turned to you.

"fat chance, I am!" hyunjin called out from his room upstairs.

jeongin tilted his head at the empty staircase. "how can you hear our conversation from all the way up there?"

"none of your business."

that night, you cooked dinner as usual and plated the meal on the dining table, the boys settling down to eat.

"wait, y/nnie, why don't you sit with us?" jisung called out to you.

you paused on your way back your room. "do you want me to...?"

"yeah! you always cook then disappear. come eat with us!" felix pleaded.

you smiled and walked over. chan pulled out a chair for you next to him. you smiled and sat down between him and minho.

"i just realised this is the first meal we eat together, like, the nine of us." seungmin said, picking up his chopsticks.

"yeah, y/n, you should eat with us every day." hyunjin agreed.

that whole meal, minho kept placing more food in your plate, even when you insisted you were full. he smiled at you in adoration when you gave dori a piece of meat after the cat rubbed against your leg.

jisung yapped on about his day, something you knew was a daily occurence as he was loud enough for you to hear all the way in your room.

halfway through the dinner, while everyone was busy either shoveling as much food in their mouth as possible or having a conversation, chan smiled at you.

"are you comfortable?" he asked softly.

you nodded and smiled back. "yeah."

he took your hand gently in his and brought it to his lips, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. he didn't let go and kept your hands intwined for the rest of the meal.

after dinner, you got up to wash the dishes, but you saw seungmin already there.

"minnie? that's kind of my job."

he brushed you off, rolled up his sleeves, and turned the faucet on. "you need a break. go sit down with the others."

you wanted to argue, but you knew how stubborn he could be. "are you sure?"

he nodded.

you accepted it and walked to the living room where the other members were sitting on the couches, picking a movie to watch.

felix patted the spot next to him on the floor in front of the couch, gesturing for you to sit between him and hyunjin. you did, and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

everyone else decided on a film and kept it on pause, waiting for seungmin to join. eventually, he came, hands still a little bit wet, and sat on the couch behind you. as the movie played, he gently stroked your hair.

two hours later, the movie finished. half of you were asleep, the other half almost there. you felt your own eyes drooping against felix's hair as he snored. your mind replayed memories.

memories of applying for this job.

memories of when you realised you loved your boys.

you came here to find employment, but instead you found a home.

tysm for reading <3

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