Inspired by Stop This Song (Love Sick Melody) by Paramore
pairing: kyrell x makeup artist!reader
word count: 1,627 words
content warning: reader swears once, grumpy x sunshine, pure fluff
authors note: AHHHH wrote this in an hour and didn’t proofread lol sorry guys, I love kyrell so much he’s such a cutie! hope you guys enjoy this one!
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You've never exactly been a morning person. Unfortunately, your job requires you to be up at ungodly hours in the morning, your schedule unpredictable. While you do have the liberty to work for various agencies, there's one particular man who somehow always manages to book you.
And so you find yourself in a dressing room, standing in front of a brightly-lit vanity table with your arms crossed, waiting for Kyrell as you watch the chaos unfold around you. Stylists running past with their arms full of bundles of clothing, another idol looking for a missing in-ear monitor, managers screaming into their phones.
And in the middle of it all, you watch as Kyrell walks in, humming to himself as he plops down onto the makeup chair in front of you. Far too cheerful for someone awake at 2 AM.
“Good morning. You're frowning again,” he said lightly, watching you prepare products through the mirror.
“I'm working.”
“You can work and smile though.”
“I don't want to.”
Kyrell smiled brightly, turning around to watch you pour foundation onto a palette. “You should try. It wouldn't hurt anyone, y’know."
You uncapped a tube of primer with more force than necessary, leaning over him. “No. Tilt your head up.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
He obeyed immediately, a soft smile still on his face. That was your problem with Kyrell. He never seemed bothered by anything. Not their overwhelming schedules, not their exhausting rehearsals, not even when their manager accidentally forgot to order his coffee one early morning. He never seemed to be sad or tired, despite everything.
Meanwhile, you've been awake since 11 PM, had to take an hour to commute to work, and had already considered quitting your job five times since you've stepped into the dressing room.
“You look tired,” he said softly.
“You tell me that way too often, Kyrell.”
“Because it’s true.”
You dabbed concealer under his eyes. A thin layer, it’s not like he needed much to cover up, anyway. Sometimes you wonder how his skin looked so good when you know idols barely get two hours of sleep in a day. “Maybe I keep frowning because people keep talking to me.”
Kyrell laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. You hated how much you liked hearing it.
“Close your eyes.”
Your fingers lightly brushed his cheek as you tapped a champagne-colored shimmer onto his lids. Kyrell stayed still, probably because he’d learned early on that you’d threaten to poke him in the eye with a mascara wand if he moved too much.
“You know,” he said after a moment, “you’re gentler today.”
“I’m always gentle with my clients.”
“You poked my eye yesterday.”
“That was your fault for moving and talking too much.”
His lips twitched, threatening to break into another smile. “Wow, and here I thought we were bonding.”
“We're not.”
“Mhm. Sure.”
You ignored the sarcasm in his voice and continued on fixing his eyeliner. Kyrell watched you carefully now, watching you work on his makeup through the mirror like every little thing you did fascinated him. It was…unsettling. Usually, most idols would be on their phones or asleep while you worked on them.
“You keep staring,” you muttered as you carefully smudged his eyeliner with your finger.
“You're pretty.”
The pencil eyeliner nearly slips out of your hand as you freeze.
Kyrell's eyes flick up to you innocently. “What?”
“You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I'll ruin your eyeliner and I'll have to do it all over again.”
He laughed again, closing his eyes compliantly when you bring the eyeliner back up to his face.
By lunch break, you were one convenience away from a breakdown. Someone spilled foundation on your sleeve, a stylist tipped over a liquid blush you'd been using on Kyrell, and one of the managers kept asking you about a group's coffee order that was definitely not your responsibility to handle.
You escaped to the corridor outside the dressing room to eat your lunch in peace, hoping to get at least five minutes alone.
Unfortunately, you hear a familiar voice behind you as you sit down to eat.
“Found you.”
Kyrell sat down beside you before you could protest, holding two iced coffees. An iced americano, probably for you, and a caramel macchiato for him. After working for his group for months, you’ve learned that his taste in food is as sweet as himself.
You stared at the coffee he placed beside you. “I didn’t ask for this.”
“I know. That’s why it’s called being nice.”
Hm. Suspicious. Still, you took it. It would be a waste, anyway.
Kyrell beamed, a look you've seen often after successful performances.
“You’re really easy to please,” you said.
“You accepted my coffee. This is basically you accepting my marriage proposal. I've finally gotten through that ice-cold heart!”
You regret how your cheeks immediately flush, turning away to hide your embarrassment. A defensive scoff escapes your mouth as you glare at him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“But you like it.”
“No.”
“But I'm a little cute, aren't I?”
“You’re delusional.”
Kyrell sighed wistfully. “You always say the sweetest things to me.”
Despite yourself, a tiny smile tugged at your mouth, threatening to break out into a full grin.
His eyes widened immediately. “There it is!”
You flattened your expression at once, turning away. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Nope. I saw it.” He pointed excitedly. “Tiny smile. Barely, but still there.”
“You’re annoying me.”
“And yet you smiled.”
You took a long sip of coffee to avoid answering, the bitter americano helping to jolt you awake.
Kyrell leaned his head against the wall, close enough that your shoulders brushed every few seconds. Neither of you moved away.
“I gotta make you a playlist,” he muttered suddenly.
“For what?”
“You don't listen to music while working. That's one of the reasons why I talk so much when you're doing my makeup.”
“You could play your own music if it's too quiet.”
“Oh, I don't think you'd like that.”
“I wouldn't. Who even listens to pop at two in the morning?”
“It's fun! Drowns out the sound of my manager screaming at the staff.”
You let out a soft giggle before you could stop yourself.
Kyrell’s eyes flickered to your lips, a grin appearing on his own face. “No longer Oscar the Grouch, huh? I see we’re making progress today.”
“You’re insane.”
“Yet you still like me.”
You opened your mouth to deny it automatically, yet nothing came out. Because the horrible thing was maybe, just maybe, you did like Kyrell.
Maybe it was because of the way he always bought you coffee whenever you worked on him, or how he was respectful enough to thank every staff member by name. Or how he somehow noticed when your hands hurt from holding brushes all day and silently opened bottled drinks for you afterward. Maybe it was because of that stupidly warm grin he’d always have on his face whenever he eagerly sat in the makeup chair.
As you watched him leave to prepare for yet another performance, you realize that your heart’s been pounding ever since his voice rang out from behind you. The breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding finally escapes you as you quietly mutter to yourself.
“Fuck, this is so unprofessional.”
Their last showcase ended a bit after midnight. You were packing palettes into your kit when he suddenly appeared beside you, still dressed in stage clothes, a tissue plastered across his sweaty forehead.
“Good work today,” he said.
You zipped your bag shut. “You too. Shouldn’t you be taking photos with the members?”
“I already did.”
“Okay.”
“I just wanted to see you.”
The room suddenly felt strangely warm. Or perhaps it was just your face.
Kyrell leaned against the table, watching you with that same unbearably fond expression, his eyes locked onto your face. “You know,” he said carefully, “I think I figured something out.”
“What?”
“You act grumpy when you’re embarrassed.”
“I’m leaving.” You slung your bag over your shoulder quickly, attempting to scramble out of the room. “Goodnight, Kyrell.”
He caught your wrist gently before you could escape. Your breath caught as you turned around to face him. After always working on him while he’s sitting down, you’ve never really realized how much he towers over you.
Kyrell’s smile softened immediately. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?”
“Would it be okay if I took you out sometime?”
Your brain stopped functioning for a few seconds as your cheeks reddened yet again. “You’re…asking me on a date?”
“Yes.”
“You?”
“Yes,” he repeated, laughing softly as his hand squeezed your wrist lightly. “I think I was direct enough, pretty.”
You stared up at him, trying very hard not to notice how handsome he looked under the dim dressing room lights.
“How long have you liked me?” you asked breathlessly.
“Since you threatened to make my eyeliner crazy long when I wouldn’t stop moving.”
“That was the first time we met, Kyrell. It’s been that long?”
“I’m committed.”
You shook your head slowly, but there was no hiding your smile now. Of course, Kyrell noticed instantly.
“There it is again,” he muttered triumphantly.
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
“Sorry.” He paused. “So…date soon? Please?”
You definitely should’ve made him work harder for it. Instead, you sighed softly and said, “Fine. I’m free next Thursday. Don’t make me regret this.”
Kyrell stepped closer, his grin so fond it made your chest ache as his hand on your wrist moved to your waist. “Trust me, I’ve been thinking about this for months. It’ll be perfect, I swear. I’ll see you soon, pretty.”
You watch as Kyrell walks back to his group, practically beaming with delight. And for once, you don’t regret taking this job.
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𐙚 a/n - i dont rlly have anything to write here so enjoy!
𐙚 kamden
introduces you to his family immediately - honestly you were a little freaked when he said "oh yeah my parents and brother are gonna be there" you kinda just deadpanned at him and was like..... what! hes so family oriented he just wanted you to meet them asap! but honestly his parents were so nice and easygoing that you kinda forgot that it was even your first time meeting t_t he also just wants to get his family's opinion on you,, not that it'll sway how he feels but he just wants to know because he takes their opinions vv seriously! but no worries because they love you!
breeding - kinda goes with family oriented butttttt god he just wants a baby with you >_< thinks you would make the best mother around ! it turns him on soo much when he sees you acting all motherly with your nieces and nephews! even if you're not ready for kids nd you're on birth control he still loves the feeling of filling you up ughh thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping out of u!
𐙚 brian
matching nails - oh as soon as he sees that you like to wear fake nails/get your nails done hes ALL over that! wants to be matching w you 24/7 doesnt care what type of nails you get,, he says you pick and i'll get a matching set! hello kitty? sure! skulls? hell yeah! flowers? even better! he just wants to be all cute w you 😓
size kink - brian is just so tall, seeing how small you are compared to him always gets him going! the way his hands envelop your waist and your titties god he just cant help himself from grabbing you everywhere! loves lining up his cock with the start of your cunt to see how deep he really goes >< like wdum hes all the way in your uterus 😓😓
𐙚 jiho
dance classes - dancing is so important to him! he'd sign you guys up for some beginner classes, nothing super difficult,, he just wants to share his love for the art with you! he'd absolutely love if you started getting really into it aswell ><
dollification - jiho loveeesss to see you all dumb for him >< he like craves it 😓 crying as his cock bullies your perfect cunt omd... loves watching how you go from sentient to absolutely cock dumb! and you just cant help it!! how good he feels everytime his tip grazes past your gspot its too much for you to handle ughhh
𐙚 siyun
matching pjs - since hes more on the shy side he doesnt really like to show off in front of the members.. but he loves your matching pajamas! cute button up pin stripped pink and blue ones to be exact! you got them for the two of you for your anniversary and hes so attatched to them ! hes the one that forces you to wear them when you guys have a night together ><
munch - thats it,, thats the tweet.. this man is so whipped for you my lord... he just wants to be as close to you as physically possible >< loves eating pussy !! breakfast lunch nd dinner he'll do it any time anywhere! loves the feeling of your thighs locked around his head as he makes you feel sooo good !
𐙚 kyrell
musical theatre duets - this is def self indulgent bcs im a theatre kid... but! he'd lovee to have a gf that can sing! fufilling the dream of him and his gf singing disney princess duets ughh its a non-negotiable for him! even if you're not super good/confident he'll still hype you up! just loves that you're even trying!!
bondage/handcuffs - oh he is so addicted to seeing you all tied up!! he definitely was an eagle scout when he was younger (just the vibes) he knows all the different knots and how to not make them too tight so they dont hurt you!! he thinks you look so pretty in the pink ribbons you two picked out ughhh
𐙚 mackiah
sense of humor - if you have the same sense of humor as him hes absolutely WHIPPED!! making him laugh is at the top of his list when it comes to his partner and you check every single box,, he physically cannot be with someone that doesnt get his sense of humor or doesnt make him laugh because thats such a big part of him is just being silly!
loves a thicker/chubbier girl! - idk this is self indulgent bcs mackiah is my man and i am thicker butttt,,, idkk i just see him wanting a big girl! he doesnt care about size and he just sees it as more to love! like whenever he sees you wearing a tight top that accentuates your curves (he loves titties) his jaw drops and his tongue rolls out like hes a cartoon character. yells out damn and then immediately has his hands all over you!
𐙚 seungmo
matching hair color - he would 100% be down to dye his hair any sorts of colors to match with you! even if it was just one strand or his whole head! any color on the rainbow! or even not on the rainbow! tbh he sees it as such a big commitment thing too like you're willing to dye and even bleach your hair just to match with him??? hes in love!
jewelry - loves having matching jewelry with you! whether its a necklace or a ring hes always thinking about you when he sees a matching set! buys you two so many matching pieces you cant even wear them all T_T
you, in danger, at the hospital— it made no sense. they know you as his friend, you drop by too often to see him for it to be a secret. someone would tell him if you were in danger.
the boys decide to meet at the hospital’s parking basement, and sunoo shuts the car door behind him before speaking. “so, do we just go inside and look for her?”
“well, obviously,” while riki is busy rolling his eyes, sunghoon is already marching towards the entrance as if he’s about to fight a battle of life and death. ( technically, he is. )
“i’ll look on the third floor,” jungwon’s feet lead him to the elevator before anyone could say anything.
he likes to think all of this is a misunderstanding. you cannot disappear into thin air, nor does anyone have some personal vendetta against you to harm you.
perhaps, you just passed out somewhere. anemia can do that, your iron levels were alarming anyway.
the elevator doors open and jungwon is greeted by a nurse, although too lost in thoughts to greet her back. the third floor is never too busy, not during the day and definitely not at night.
“dr. yang?” the nurse at the nurse station interrupts with her brows furrowed, as if seeing jungwon in the hospital at this time is no less than a miracle. “are you on the night shift?”
he deflects— tries to. “no, i— uh, i forgot something,”
“if it’s about the research, you could’ve asked minju. she is in the lab,” despite the smile on her face, her words leave a confused frown on his face.
what the hell is she doing here at this time?
jungwon has way too many problems to sit and think about why one if the nurses is always on the night shift after completing her day shift too. he has always told her to go home or take a day off but she never listens.
and maybe, it was never his place to judge her but something about it felt so wrong right now.
the over-head lights flicker once before casting long, sterile shadows on the floor, and with hurried steps, jungwon decides to check inside the lab first.
he slides the white door open, looking around for any sign if you frantically— it’s all empty. he doesn’t know why he is looking for you here. why the hell would you be in the lab?
he goes through the rooms, some empty some having just one or two patients hooked to monitors, getting treated for cancers. every second without your presence pulls his heart into a relentless rhythm.
for a second, jungwon thinks you aren’t in the hospital at all.
maybe, something happened to you on the way home ( as much as that worries him even more. ) just the thought of that scares him to his bones, and jungwon sprints towards the emergency exit for the quickest way out.
until his eyes land on the minor operation theater, closed and lights off— his department barely has any cases to deal with at this hour. you are definitely not here, but taking a look wouldn’t hurt, right?
with sweaty palms, he pushes the door open and his heart drops to the floor at the sight if you on the operation table with your hands restrained and amidst all stands just one person.
park minju.
quiet and still, back facing his horrified face flushed in fear and disbelief, as if this is just another part of her routine. the faint clink of metal echoes as she adjusts something on the tray beside her.
your face is pale under the harsh lighting, your lips parted slightly, your lashes resting too peacefully against your cheeks.
and he stands a few feet away, frozen in place, like if he moves too fast, the entire scene will shatter into something worse. his chest rises and falls unevenly, eyes locked on you—searching, begging for any sign of movement.
“what the hell did you do to her?” when he finally manages to speak, his voice is strained—tight, like it’s being forced through his throat.
“nothing yet, she’s just sedated,” and her words are soft and quiet, laced in a certain type of normalcy that makes jungwon’s skin crawl.
out of all the scenarios playing in his mind, nothing can possibly explain why you are here like this with minju. is this why you were hesitant to take your shots? or asked to meet him everytime?
“why?” words come out sharper this time, cutting through the air and finally, making her turn towards him.
her expression looks pure as always— no panic, no guilt, no urgency.
“research,” his stomach twists at how calm she is, like this is usual, everyday— like she has been doing this for months. “she is the most stable one so far,”
“what do you mean?” the words echo slightly against the wall, swallowed by the empty room.
“the trial, dr. yang,” trial...that leaves a sense of dread in his heart. “she responds to the serum well— minus a few side effects. i’m sure we can fix it,”
there is no trial, at least none that he knows of. minju has mentioned wanting to do one but he always dismissed it as a joke— she said it with the most innocent smiles.
her gaze flickers back to you— his heart drops— and then back to him. he doesn’t get it. the words don’t land properly. they hover somewhere just out of reach, like his brain is refusing to process them.
just the thought of this is making his blood run cold. and amidst all, only one question plagues his mind.
has she been doing this all along? worse, are— were— there more people aside from you?
jungwon moves then—finally breaking out of whatever paralysis had held him in place. two quick steps and he’s at your side. his hand hovers over you for a second, unsure where to touch, like he’s afraid you might break.
then gently—too gently for the storm inside him—he grips your wrist.
your skin is warm, your pulse is there, and jungwon feels alive, like he could breathe despite the weight on his chest.
“you’re sick in the head,” words full of vitriol fall off his lips and it’s almost unsettling how quiet minju is through all this.
“this research can be big, it can be a breakthrough—”
she insists, but he cuts her off immediately. “there are better ways to do a research—correct ways,”
and that causes a crack behind her ever so calm eyes. “like what? waiting for approval for clinical trial from the ethics committee who will never sign it?”
frankly, jungwon knew what he was getting into when he proposed the research. it’s a divided world out there, always treding on the edge of humans or vampires.
coexistence was fragile, some people carried generational hatred towards the supernaturals and some vampires put themselves above human lives. even the idea of conducting a research to improve human lives using vampire biology could create a huge conflict.
not that it made sense to jungwon or any of his colleagues, but there are always radical opposites who refuse to compromise.
so, he decided to keep it low, a secret only open to the ones he trusts. the research is a breakthrough, a revolution in medical science and he couldn’t be more eager to see it become big.
but to do this— he looks at you again— it’s everything jungwon has always stood against.
“i’m taking her,” in one swift move, his hands are on the restraints, pulling and hoping to break you free.
“we’re so close,” she mumbles, letting him take his time while she turns to the tray table and picks up the injection, pushing the plunger— a drop just enough to remove the air bubbles.
“there’s no we here, minju,” he turns to her frantically, eyes shot red with anger and tears threatening to fall. it’s just you and your sick games that she will never be a part of,”
“too bad,” she takes a step closer, shrugging. “she already is,”
her hand comes up to his neck and a needle drives in— a sharp sting. he inhales sharply and shoves her back, stumbling a few steps away from her, hand flying to where the needle pierced through his skin.
the heat spreads quickly over his skin, breath stuttering. the room tilts just slightly and his vision flickers. minju turns to undo your restraints and all the alarms go off in his brain.
“hey— get up,” his voice falters and knees buckle, hands frantically tapping and shaking your arm. heaviness settles in his limbs like his body is being filled with sand, and with a thud, he collapses on the cold, sterile floor.
the edges of his vision darken as he sees minju put you on a wheelchair next. he forces himself to speak but words fail him. she puts on a mask over her mouth and nose before pushing you out of the operation theater— and then he goes out completely.
a whiff of antiseptic infiltrates your lungs before you wake up in a daze— eyes blurry with a headache that feels like someone just shot you in the head.
streaks if white light reach your eyes like a sting, making you flinch, your lashes squeezing shut before you force them open again.
everything spins.
you don’t even know where you are— well, it’s certainly not the laboratory where she sedated you probably what feels like hours ago.
the room swims into view in fragments—light, shadow, the edge of a metal table, something overturned on the floor. it takes a moment for everything to settle into place, but even then, nothing feels right. the air smells sharp, sterile, like antiseptic soaked into every surface
you expect to be bound, chained, but to your surprise, you’re simply on a stretcher in what seems like a big diagnostic room— not like that’s of any use. your limbs feel heavy and loose, you can’t fight even if you wanted to.
despite it all, you try to move, and a sharp sting shoots up your forearm. you whip your head to your left and see a IV administered on the back of your palm.
your breath stutters as panic creeps in, slow and suffocating, then you pull it out carelessly before attempting to get off the stretcher, weak and dizzy.
when you swing your legs over the side, your feet barely meet the floor before your knees threaten to buckle. there’s no strength in them— just trembling, unstable weight that feels like it could give out at any second.
still, you push and stand up, a hand flies to the nearest table for support. the sound of steel against the floor makes you flinch when you accidentally drop a tray.
your eyes fall upon the slightly open door and hope flickers— small, weak and fragile, but it is there.
just a few more steps.
all you have to do is get out to the hallway. someone will notice you after that, right? there has to be someone around who isn’t crazy.
you take a few more steps, using the walls for support. your head buzzes with pain with every step you take forward— then the door closes in front of you.
“you shouldn’t be getting up,” minju’s voice is oddly full of concern for someone who is the reason why you are like this. just the faux worry and saccharine words make you want to puke.
you notice the way she looks at you— not angry, but definitely not impressed either. for the first time since you’ve met her, you find those beautiful, doe eyes scary.
“let me go...” the words scrape out of your throat, more breath than sound. you grab her arm to push her away, but your arms tremble, strength failing almost instantly.
“that’s stupid,” she moves to the table and grabs something— a syringe— and your chest feels heavy again.
she removes the packaging and gives it a few empty pumps before picking up a vial. you take a few steps back and stumble against a metal stool, immediately falling on the cold floor.
the liquid fills the syringe swiftly, pale yellow, exactly like the ones she used to give you, and then she gives the barrel a few taps to get the air bubbles out.
you scramble back on the floor as she steps closer to you, heart thumping aginst your chest. it’s almost unbelievable— how does no one know she is here doing all this?
your eyes meet hers when she crouches in front of you, her hand reaching out to grip your arms. you try to push— really do— but whatever she gave you earlier to put you out still hasn’t worn off your system.
“jungwon...” when his name falls off your lips, hushed and trembling, she scoffs as if mocking your desperation.
“he won’t come,” and your eyes tear up at the implications behind those words. “in fact, no one is coming to save you,” before you could protest, she pushes the needle into your arm— and you collapse on the floor again.
“did you find her?” jay’s voice cuts through the phone and sunghoon runs his fingers through his hair frantically.
“no, she’s not here,” he had been looking around on the ground floor ever since they arrived. he went up to the vip wards to heeseung when the later said he saw you only, only for it to be a patient’s relative.
sunghoon pauses when he hears someone else on the other side of the phone— something about you not being on the terrace and in the canteen either— it takes him a few moments to guess that the voice belongs to riki.
“what about jungwon?” the name feels a little foreign on sunghoon’s tongue— almost bitter. he knows that there is a huge chance jungwon is not behind this, but he still cannot bring himself to look at him in a different light.
on the other side of the line, jay frowns in doubt. “has anyone even contacted him? he isn’t picking up my calls,”
“mine either,” sunghoon sighs, and somewhere near jay, riki also mentions the same observation. one time could be a mistake and maybe, jungwon didn’t want to answer sunghoon’s call for personal reasons.
but thrice marks and alert and while jay says he will get in touch with everyone to ask if anyone has heard from jungwon, sunghoon runs to take the elevator to the third floor.
( riki jokes about having to find yet another person and calls jungwon a bum, but sunghoon chooses to ignore that. )
the seconds drag, each one stretching thinner than the last, his reflection staring back at him from the metal doors—jaw clenched, eyes sharper than they should be.
when the doors slide open with a chime, an unsettling silence greets him. something is so wrong and it’s on the third floor, he can feel it i his bones.
there’s an empty nurse station— maybe the person on shift went to use the restroom. his steps are fast and echoing down the corridor as he scans everything— doors, corners, shadows. the lab—
he pushes the door open without wasting any more time, voice sharper than intended. “jungwon?”
when he gets no answer, his chest tightens and he turns immediately, heading back out and mind racing with every possibility, each worse than the previous one.
at some point, sunghoon decides to look through all the floors himself, wanting to believe nothing but what his eyes see.
when the elevator takes too long, he runs to take the nearest emergency stairs to the floor above. taking the stairs two at a time, his movements are faster now, urgency bleeding into every step.
upon reaching the fourth floor, he repeats the same— checking past every door and corner. this floor is a little more livelier than the one below, and something about that tells sunghoon that you aren’t here.
he takes the stairs to the floor above, feeling himself going crazy with every second that goes without seeing you.
when sunghoon pushes the door open to the fifth floor, he is met him darker and quieter hallways with overhead signs— USG to the right, MRI and X-ray up ahead, and then a muffled screech of metal against the tiles reaches his ears.
his eyes sweep quickly to the direction of the sound and there it is— CT scan room, door ajar, faint streaks of light streaming through the gap kn between.
sunghoon feels it before he even reaches the door— the kind of silence that presses in, wrong in a way he can’t ignore. his steps slow just slightly as he approaches, eyes flicking over to the door handle before be pushes the door open.
minju turns instantly.
the sound of the door hitting the wall is sharp, abrupt, and for the first time since any of this began— she looks surprised.
she straightens quickly from where she’d been crouched, her hand still hovering near the tray beside her, eyes narrowing as they land on him while his scan around for you—
and there you are— half limp on the floor struggling to keep your eyes open. sunghoon couldn’t even think before his feet lead him to tour side.
minju stands up to block him, her face slowly morphing into what looks like panic and annoyance. “this floor is restricted—”
but sunghoon doesn’t wait for her to finish. his hand comes up to grab her arm and shoves her aside with enough force that makes her stumble back. “move!”
he’s past her in an instant and then he sees you, half conscious and barely moving and suddenly, everything else disappears.
he’s at your side immediately, dropping to his knees beside you, one hand sliding under your shoulder and the other coming up to your face, turning it gently toward him. “look at me, please,”
your eyes flutter open through a familiar feeling— the same one you had every time she gave you those shots, just ten times worse this time.
“it’s okay,” his voice is softer than ever, holding you securely as your body sags against him when he tries to lift you. “i’ve got you,”
behind him, minju recovers fast.
her surprise is gone just as soon as it came, now replaced with something sharper as her gaze shifts between you and him. “you shouldn’t be here,”
sunghoon ignores her completely, his focus entirely on you as he holds you in his arms. “can you speak?”
minju’s eyes narrow.
“you need to leave,” her words are firmer now as she grabs something from the tray before stepping closer.
still no response— his entire focus is on your well-being— and that’s when she decides. her hand moves quickly— quick and precise— the metal flashes under the dim light.
she lunges fast but sunghoon has always been faster— humans are slow, after all. he moves instinctively, pulling you closer to his chest— he turns, the scalpel slicing through the empty space where he had been just seconds ago.
a bare miss.
she almost freezes at his reaction time. that was...out of ordinary. her grip tightens around the scalpel, determined to not miss this time. “you’re making a mistake,”
her tone is sharp, patience running thin with every second that he spends in this room being a hindrance. sunghoon turns away from you almost hesitantly before facing him. “that makes the two of us,”
and that’s it, that was the line.
she moves again, this time more aggressively with the blade coming down directed straight at his eye but sunghoon dodges cleanly, shifting his weight with unnatural precision, turning his body just enough to avoid the strike.
the blade grazes his cheek, not deep but just enough to cause a little cut. he wipes the blood with the back of his hand as she speaks, stunned. “what are you?”
minju doesn’t really wait for a response, already striking again with more force. his free hand catches her wrist mid-attack, stopping her completely. the force of it halts her movement instantly and her grip falters for the first time.
the scalpel slips from her hand— his grip was definitely going to cause a bruise on the wrist, but she hits his pelvis with her knees and the force knocks the air out of him, making him stumble back with a groan.
sunghoon doesn’t get time to recover before minju picks up the scalpel and forces you to stand up with an arm around your neck from behind, the other pointing the instrument directly at your neck. “i told you you’re making a mistake,”
your head rolls weakly against her shoulder, breath faint, barely there. the scalpel glints in the corner of your eyes and your stomach churns in fear.
sunghoon takes a step ahead. “don’t—”
“stop,” her voice cuts through sharply and the scalpel presses against your throat, cold and sharp.
your breath stutters weakly at the sensation, a faint, broken sound leaving your lips. “...hoon…” you whisper, barely conscious.
he tries to step again, but minju presses the blade against your neck, your eyes prickling with tears. you are in danger while sunghoon feels like he is closer to death than he has ever been.
“step back,” minju says, her tone calm—but edged now, “slowly,” the blade presses just slightly deeper— not enough to break skin, but enough to make the threat clear.
and for the first time, he hesitates, feelings helpless and disarmed all of a sudden while you are looking at him through blurry eyes, begging for help.
minju watches him carefully as if she is calculating his every movement and breath. once he’s far back enough from the door, she starts moving, dragging you with her, step by step, closer to the door.
“you’re making this worse—” he attempts to speak, or divert her, but the blade presses again and his mouth falls shut again. her hand shifts, reaching for the handle while still holding you in place, using your body as a shield between her and him.
she’s almost out, a wicked grin on her lips as if showcasing her victory. but the door opens and she straight into them— riki and jay— too sudden for her to move away.
sunghoon takes a breath of relief when he sees the two of them already standing there, looking like they just ran a mile.
the second minju crosses the threshold, jay’s hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist— the one holding the scalpel— and twists it hard. a sharp clatter echoes as the blade slips from her fingers, skidding across the floor.
she jerks against jay’s hold, trying to wrench her arm free, but his grip only tightens, locking her in place. “let go!”
jay doesn’t flinch, keeping her away from you “yeah, that’s not happening,” he mutters, forcing her arm further back, keeping her off-balance.
while minju tries to pry him off, pushing and pulling, riki’s hands come in steady and precise, slipping between you and her grip, prying you free before she can react properly. “i’ve got her!”
behind them, sunghoon is there is seconds the moment you’re out of her hold, his hands immediately replacing riki’s— careful but urgent as he takes you from him.
your head falls weakly against his shoulders and his hand comes up to hold your face, ever so gentle and cautious. “stay with me,”
minju finally manages to twist slightly, trying to break free again. “do you even know what you’re doing?” she snaps, her voice sharper amd edged with something frantic. “you’re ruining everything—”
but jay shoves her forward slightly, forcing her to lose balance again. “no,” he shoots back, “you did that all on your own,”
riki kicks the scalpel farther down the hallway, out of reach before looking at sunghoon. “sunoo said he’s calling security,”
sunghoon just nods mindlessly, her entire focus on you. in a swift movement, he picks up in his arms with ease, carrying you down the hallway with steps fast but careful, like he is carrying something fragile.
all he cares about right now is getting you treated.
behind him, minju tries to struggle to get out of jay’s hold once again before she gives up, knowing you are gone now...for better.
within minutes, security filters through along with a few hospital staff, some horrified and others in disbelief. gasps and curses fill the hallway as one of the female security officer cuffs minju’s hand.
“i guess we’re done here,” jay exhales, already planning to leave. he does not want to spend another second here and become a subject of interrogation from anyone.
“no,” however, riki sighs, running his fingers through his hair as if gearing up for another around. “we have to find jungwon,”
from, malenaㅤFINALLY! i hope this is not a whole lot of nothing burger because i wrote this days apart .. big credits to my irl friend for helping me with some scenes i know she will never see this but my babie i love you :3
about: you start dating your old school’s biggest fuck boy, someone doesn’t seem to be happy about it.
a/n: hi loves, I haven’t posted in a LONG time but I’m back ig? This series will have multiple parts so let me know if you wanna be in the tag list! I hate being employed btw.
warnings: smau, humor, fluff, angst ig? Bang Chan x Fem!Reader. mentions of other idols: James - CORTIS, Giselle - AESPA. Please do not interact with my blog if you’re a minor.
𝓒ontent — Businessman!Sunghoon, Divorced AU, Heavy Angst, Workaholic Neglect, Broken Family Dynamics.
𝓝ow playing — love you by nono la grinta
𝓢ynopsis — yn divorced corporate executive Park Sunghoon to escape the loneliness of a marriage that always came second to his career. But a year later, the battlefield has simply shifted to weekend custody drop-offs. Bound by a court agreement, Sunghoon takes their four-year-old son every Friday , only to bring his corporate empire home with him. As Sunghoon drowns in endless board meetings and late-night emails, his son is left waiting by the door, inheriting the exact same emotional neglect that broke his parents apart.
𝓝ote — first time using a French title kinda nervousss guys , I LOVE this song with my whole heart so i had to include it. It also matches the smau
A/n: Heyy I like hurt my eye and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Thanks for the love and I'm happy to Criticism if its done kindly. And what other characters would you guys like!
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, Geten, Twice, Nine
Contains:fluff;sfw;suggestive
Tomura
The bar was unusually quiet for once. Most of the League had wandered off somewhere, leaving only you and Tomura sitting around.
Tomura was completely focused on his game.
Tomodachi Life quietly played from his Switch in his hands while he lazily tapped at the buttons.
You tried watching from the stool beside him, but the bar stools were spaced too far apart to really see anything.
Every time you leaned over, Tomura would tilt the game away without noticing.
You huffed quietly.
Tomura finally glanced over.
"If you're gonna keep trying to break your neck looking at it," he muttered, "just sit in my lap."
You froze.
"W-What?"
He sighed loudly like you'd just asked the dumbest question imaginable.
"My lap," he repeated impatiently. "So you can see."
Your face immediately warmed.
"I think I'm too heavy..."
Tomura stared at you for a second.
Then immediately groaned.
"Tch. Seriously?"
You looked away awkwardly.
Tomura rolled his eyes hard enough it almost looked painful.
"Even if you are heavy, why would I care?"
The answer came so fast it caught you off guard.
Then, after a pause, he added:
"You're not crushing me unless you suddenly gained like five hundred pounds overnight."
"...Tomura."
"What?" he grumbled. "You're acting weird about it."
Despite the rude tone, one of his arms had already moved away from his switch so you can slide on his lap
Clearly he wasn't taking no for an answer.
After another second of hesitation, you finally shifted into his lap carefully.
Tomura barely reacted.
Just adjusted his arms around you automatically and tilted the Switch up slightly so you could see better.
"There," he muttered. "Was that so difficult?"
Your face was still burning.
Meanwhile Tomura had already gone back to his game like this was completely normal.
A few minutes later though, you felt him lean slightly more against your back.
Comfortable,relaxed.
"Tch," he muttered quietly while continuing to play. "See? Told you it was fine."
Dabi
The movie was terrible. Not even the fun kind of terrible. Just painfully stupid.
Which meant, naturally, Dabi refused to turn it off
“It’s getting worse somehow,” you muttered.
“Tch. That’s the best part,” Dabi replied.
You rolled your eyes and shifted on the couch.
The movement apparently caught Dabi’s attention because a second later he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled you straight into his lap.
You let out a startled noise.
“Dabi?!”
“Sit still,” Dabi said.
“You could’ve warned me!”
“You would’ve said no,” he replied.
Honestly? Fair.
Your face still burned anyway.
Dabi leaned back against the couch like this had always been the plan, one arm loosely around your waist while the movie kept playing in the background.
For about five minutes, things stayed peaceful.
Then Dabi clicked his tongue.
“Damn,” Dabi muttered.
You looked over.
“What?”
“You’re heavy,” he said.
Your jaw dropped.
“Excuse me?!”
“I’m kidding— mostly,” Dabi replied.
“Dabi!”
He snorted quietly at your offended expression.
“You were comfortable until you opened your mouth,” Dabi teased.
You immediately tried to stand up.
Before you could get far, Dabi’s hands tightened around your hips, pulling you right back down into his lap.
“The hell do you think you’re doing?” Dabi asked.
“You literally just called me heavy!”
“And?” he grumbled. “I didn’t say move.”
You stared at him.
Dabi avoided eye contact immediately, focusing very hard on the movie instead.
“Tch. You’re warm, okay? Quit being dramatic,” Dabi muttered.
Despite the complaining, his grip never loosened.
Every time you shifted like you were thinking about getting up again, his fingers dug into your hips just enough to keep you there.
“Dabi.”
“What?”
“If I’m sooo heavy then let me up.”
“Nah,” Dabi answered instantly.
You narrowed your eyes.
Dabi smirked a little without looking away from the TV.
“Already got comfortable.”
Geten
The meeting room was already annoyingly full by the time you and Geten arrived.
Most of the chairs had been taken.
Only one remained near the back.
You stopped beside it.
“I can stand,” you said quietly.
Geten looked at the chair.
Then at you.
Then back at the chair again.
“…No.”
Before you could question him, he sat down first.
You blinked.
A brief silence followed.
Then Geten looked away slightly and spoke in the same calm tone he always used.
“You can sit here.”
Your face immediately warmed.
“…On your lap?”
“Yes.”
You hesitated.
“I think I might be too heavy…”
Geten stared at you for a moment like he genuinely didn’t understand why you were saying that.
“…So?”
The answer came instantly.
You still looked uncertain.
Geten sighed quietly.
“If it was a problem, I wouldn’t have offered.”
That was true.
Slowly, you sat down in his lap as carefully as possible
Geten adjusted slightly beneath you but otherwise didn’t complain.
In fact, one of his hands settled against your hip almost immediately.
Then the other.
You tried very hard not to notice the way his fingers lightly squeezed at your sides and love handles absentmindedly while the meeting started.
A few minutes passed before you finally whispered
“Geten…” you said quietly
“Hm?”
“You’re squeezing me.”
“No I’m not.” His hands squeezed again while he said it.
You looked at him.
Geten kept his eyes forward toward the meeting like absolutely nothing was happening.
“…You literally are.”
A pause.
Then, completely monotone
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His fingers pressed lightly against your hips again.
The denial would've worked a lot better if he wasn't actively doing it.
You tried not to smile.
Meanwhile Geten looked perfectly calm despite the fact that his hands had clearly decided they liked resting there.
Kai Chisaki
Kai Chisaki was sitting on the couch reviewing paperwork when you walked into the room.
Immediately, you started bothering him.
Not maliciously.
Just talking, joking around, and generally trying to get a reaction out of him while he worked.
“Kaiii,” you dragged out.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“I don’t care.”
Typical.
You huffed dramatically and moved around the couch while continuing to talk anyway.
Kai ignored you with practiced ease.
At least until you tried to sit down
You had meant to drop onto the empty spot beside him.
Unfortunately, your aim was terrible.
Instead, you accidentally landed directly in his lap.
The second you realized what happened, you shot back up in complete panic.
“Oh my god— sorry—”
You stared at him in horror.
“Please don’t kill me.”
Kai looked up from his papers slowly.
There was a long pause.
Then
“…It’s fine.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“I said it’s fine.” he huffed out
His voice sounded mildly irritated, but not actually angry.
Still embarrassed, you quickly tried to sit down again— this time correctly aiming for the couch cushion beside him.
Before you could, Kai sighed.
“Not there.” he said
You froze.
“…What?”
Kai finally lowered the papers slightly and looked at you.
“You can sit back down.”
Your brain immediately assumed he meant the couch.
Then he gave you a look.
A very specific look.
“…Oh.”
Kai rolled his eyes.
“You’re unusually slow today.”
Your face burned instantly.
“Kai—”
“If you’re going to keep interrupting my work,” he muttered, “you may as well do it properly.”
The words were rude.
The fact that one of his gloved hands had already settled against your hip said something completely different.
Slowly, cautiously, you sat back down in his lap.
Kai adjusted you almost immediately so your weight rested more comfortably against him.
“You’re surprisingly tolerable like this,” he muttered while returning to his paperwork.
You stared at him.
“…That’s your version of being nice?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then, quieter
“Stop looking so shocked.”
Twice
After the mission, Twice looked exhausted.
The second he walked through the door, he practically collapsed onto the couch.
“I’m dying— I’m perfectly fine!” he groaned dramatically.
You laughed softly and walked over to him.
Twice immediately reached toward you.
“Sit on me.”
You blinked.
“What?”
“Sit on me— don’t do it, that’s weird!” He said
“You literally just asked.”
“I know!”
He sounded distressed about his own request.
You hesitated for a second before carefully sitting down in his lap.
The second your weight settled against him, Twice let out the most relieved sigh imaginable.
“Ohhh, yeah. Perfect.”
Your face immediately warmed.
“The perfect weight— too heavy, you’re crushing me.”
“You are so dramatic.” you say
“I can’t help it!”
His arms wrapped tightly around your waist while he sank further into the couch cushions.
“So warm,” he mumbled happily. “So comfy— I’m never letting you move again.”
You laughed quietly.
Twice looked up at you with tired eyes before grinning beneath his mask.
“You know…” he started.
Immediately suspicious, you narrowed your eyes.
“What?”
“I’d let you sit on other things too— absolutely not, I would totally”
His own hands flew up to cover his face dramatically.
You burst out laughing.
“I hate myself,” he groaned.
“No you don’t.” you say
“You’re right.”
A few minutes later, the room fell quiet again.
Twice had slowly gone limp against you, still clinging to your waist like a needy cat.
His head slipped against your shoulder.
Then finally
Soft snoring. He was fast asleep
Even then, his arms tightened slightly around you like he was making sure you stayed there.
Spinner
Spinner was sitting against the headboard of his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while some random video played quietly.
Meanwhile, you were half asleep beside him.
The room was warm.
Comfortable.
Quiet except for the occasional sound from Spinner’s phone.
At some point, without really thinking about it, you shifted closer.
Then closer again.
Until eventually you rolled halfway on top of his legs while still mostly asleep.
Spinner immediately froze.
Completely froze.
His thumb stopped moving on his phone.
You made a small sleepy sound and settled more comfortably across his lap.
Spinner stared down at you like you had just done the cutest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.
“…Oh.”
That was all he managed to say.
Carefully— very carefully— he set his phone aside so he wouldn’t accidentally disturb you.
You were warm.
Soft.
Comfortably heavy against his legs.
Spinner could actually feel his face getting warm.
“…Seriously?” he mumbled quietly to himself.
You shifted again, instinctively curling a little closer.
That absolutely did not help.
Spinner looked away for a second like he needed to recover emotionally.
Then his eyes drifted back down to you almost immediately.
A small smile slowly appeared on his face.
The soft kind he only really made around you.
“…Cute,” he whispered.
You were already too asleep to hear him.
Which honestly made it easier for him to say it at all.
A few minutes later, one of his hands carefully rested against your back.
Not to move you.
Just to keep you there comfortably while he sat there looking way too fond for someone who usually tried so hard to act chill about everything.
Nine
The car was already full by the time everyone piled in.
Too many people.
Not enough seats.
You looked inside for a moment before sighing softly.
“It’s fine,” you said. “I’ll just walk.”
Most people seemed willing to accept that answer.
Then Nine spoke.
“No.”
The single word immediately stopped you.
You looked over.
Nine was already leaning back in his seat, one arm resting lazily against the door while he looked at you with that usual unreadable expression.
“Get in.”
“There’s no room,” you pointed out.
“There is now.”
You blinked.
Then realized what he meant.
Your face warmed instantly.
“Nine—”
“You’re wasting time.”
His tone was calm, almost bored, but there was no room to argue with him once he decided something.
Slowly, awkwardly, you climbed into the car and settled into his lap.
Immediately, you noticed how strangely he sat.
Legs spread comfortably apart like he owned the entire backseat.
Which, honestly, he probably thought he did.
You ended up sitting between his thighs, half turned against his chest while the others very intentionally avoided looking too closely.
Your face felt unbearably warm.
Meanwhile Nine looked completely unaffected.
One of his arms rested loosely around your waist while the car started moving.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
Then you felt it.
His fingers slowly dragging against your back.
Not soft enough to tickle.
Not rough enough to hurt.
Just the faint scrape of his nails tracing lazy patterns through your shirt.
You shifted slightly.
Nine’s hand immediately settled more firmly against your back.
A silent warning.
The gesture sent warmth straight to your face.
“…Comfortable?” Nine asked finally.
You nodded quietly.
His fingers continued tracing along your back, possessively.
Like he was reminding himself you were there.
Or maybe reminding everyone else.
A few minutes later, his chin rested lightly against the top of your head.
“Good,” Nine murmured quietly.
Then his hand slid up your back once more, nails lightly scraping against the fabric in slow deliberate motions that felt dangerously close to claiming territory.
A/n: Hello this is my second post again I'm happy for kind criticism . And thanks for all the love and support on my first post.
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki,dabi,Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner, young All for One, Toga
Contains:fluff;sfw
Dabi
Dabi was already irritated before he even left the room.
He swore he left his old jacket somewhere nearby, but no matter where he looked, it was gone.
After a few more annoyed curses, he finally spotted it bundled up on the couch.
Or rather, wrapped around you while you slept peacefully in the hideout.
The sight made him pause for a second.
You looked ridiculously comfortable curled up in his oversized, worn-out jacket, holding part of it close like it was the softest thing in the world.
“Tch… thief,” he muttered quietly, though there wasn’t any real annoyance behind it anymore.
Carefully, he tugged the jacket back from around you and replaced it with another blanket from nearby, making sure you stayed warm before throwing the old coat over his shoulder.
Before leaving, he gently ruffled your hair, a small tired smile pulling at his scars when you instinctively leaned into the touch in your sleep.
Tomura
The heat in the hideout was unbearable. No AC, barely any airflow, and everyone was annoyed because of it.
Tomura had finally gotten fed up enough to pull off his usual black hoodie, tossing it beside you before going back to his handheld game for a few more minutes.
Eventually, he groaned and set the console down too, muttering something about getting the ice cream Toga brought back earlier.
The second he left the room, you grabbed the hoodie and pulled it on despite the heat.
It smelled faintly like dust and him.
By the time Tomura came back, eating ice cream straight from the container, he noticed immediately.
His red eyes lingered on you for a second before he sat back down beside you like nothing happened.
“Tch… idiot,” he muttered, shoulder bumping against yours while he ate another spoonful. “Don’t start complaining when you pass out from wearing my hoodie in this heat.”
A few seconds later, he silently handed you the ice cream container without even looking at you.
Young All for One
All For One already knew what was going to happen the moment he left his jacket draped over the chair.
He said nothing about it before leaving the room, though the faint smile on his face made it obvious he expected something.
Sure enough, by the time he returned hours later, you were curled up asleep in the oversized coat.
The sleeves swallowed your hands completely, and the fabric practically drowned you where you rested on the couch.
He paused quietly in the doorway, watching for a long moment.
“You’re predictable,” he murmured, voice low with amusement.
Still, instead of taking the jacket back, he walked over and adjusted it more securely around your shoulders.
His hand lingered briefly against your head before he finally sat beside you, letting you continue sleeping in something that smelled faintly like him.
Kai Chisaki
You found Kai's green jacket draped neatly over the back of his office chair.
You knew you probably shouldn’t touch it.
Still, a few minutes later, you were wandering around the halls wearing it anyway, sleeves hanging past your hands while the fabric carried his usual clean scent.
Then came the sound of footsteps behind you.
“That’s my jacket.” Kai’s voice was sharp and immediate. “Take it off. Now I’m going to have to clean it again.”
You rolled your eyes but handed it back without arguing, and the two of you went separate ways after that.
A while later, though, Kai approached you again without a word.
Before you could ask what he wanted, he tossed the same green jacket into your arms.
“You can keep that one,” he said flatly. “I have two.”
And just like that, he turned and walked away before you could notice the faint redness dusting the tips of his ears.
Spinner
Spinner didn’t even notice his shirt was missing at first.
You had grabbed it off a chair without thinking much about it, mostly because it looked comfortable.
By the time Spinner finally saw you wearing it, he completely froze mid-sentence.
His face warmed instantly, eyes darting away so fast it almost looked painful.
“…Oh...Ehh..” was all he managed to say.
After that, he got weirdly clingy for the rest of the day, sitting closer than usual and constantly finding excuses to lean against you.
He never actually mentioned the shirt again.
But after that, you started noticing more of his clothes mysteriously left out where you could easily find them.
Mr Compress
Mr. Compress had left his top hat sitting on the table while he showered.
The temptation was too strong not to steal it for a few minutes.
You placed it carefully on your head, dramatically posing around the room and trying your best to imitate his overly theatrical gestures.
Right as you were attempting a ridiculous bow, the bathroom door opened.
“Well now,” he laughed immediately, leaning against the doorway. “And who do we have here?”
You tried to keep a straight face while he walked closer, brown his eyes sparking as he looks at you.
“What marvelous tricks are you performing today, my dear thief?”
Before you could answer, he gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
At the same time, with one smooth graceful motion, he lifted the hat right back off you and settled it onto his own head like nothing had happened.
Toga
Toga had left her pink jacket tossed over the couch before running out to grab ice cream.
The second she was gone, you picked it up and slipped it on.
It was way softer than you expected, the oversized sleeves nearly covering your hands completely while you curled up comfortably in it.
By the time Toga came back balancing a bag of snacks and melted ice cream, you were half asleep wearing her jacket.
She stopped dead in the doorway the moment she noticed.
“Awww, how cute!” she squealed, practically dropping the bag as she rushed over to you.
“You look sooo adorable in my clothes!”
Before you could even respond, she was already clinging to you excitedly, giggling while fixing the collar and insisting you keep wearing it because “it looks better on you anyway.”
A/n:Hey this is my first post, I'm happy to criticism and other stuff if it's done kindly anyway, the goods are mostly gonna be Gender neutral
Paring:league of villans x s/o reader (seperate)
Summery:This has the league of villains and others, Tomura Shigaraki,dabi,Mr Compress, Kai Chisaki, Spinner,Twice and Lady Nagant
Contains:fluff;sfw
Tomura Shigaraki
It was a bad day. Nothing went his way at all.
At least he had you to come back to. Tomura was always needy after days like this, but you never minded.
He stayed curled against you while playing League of Legends, grumbling under his breath about his “useless teammates” every time he lost.
Still, his insults grew quieter and slower the longer the match went on.
Soon, he was barely even pressing the buttons anymore, too busy nuzzling into you for comfort.
His phone slipped from his loose grip onto the couch as sleep finally pulled him under.
Soft snores brushed against your neck.
Dabi
Dabi swore he was only laying down for “five minutes.”
You already knew he was lying the second his head landed on your thick thighs.
He kept his eyes shut, acting half asleep while mumbling lazy complaints whenever you teased him about it.
“Shut up,” he muttered, arms wrapping tighter around your waist as he got comfortable.
His warm cheek pressed into your stomach, the tension slowly leaving his body the longer you played with his hair.
Every time you tried to move, he’d pull you right back against him with a quiet groan.
Eventually, the fake sleeping act stopped completely.
His breathing evened out, quiet and soft against you while he stayed curled up like he never planned on moving again.
Mr Compress
Mr. Compress gave you a dramatic grin, tipping his head as he held out a hand.
“My dear, allow me to show you a magic trick.”
Before you could even question him, he pulled you down onto his lap with a laugh, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
You huffed at him, trying not to smile while he shamelessly squeezed at your soft love handles through your shirt.
“See?” he said proudly, resting his chin against your shoulder. “Perfectly executed.” he said
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you remain here,” he hummed sleepily, hands still warm against your sides.
His voice slowly softened the more he relaxed beneath you, eyes slipping shut as he mumbled, “All part of the trick…” before drifting off completely.
Kai Chisaki
Kai Chisaki would never admit he liked being close to people.Yet somehow, you always ended up tucked against his chest whenever he was exhausted.He sat stiffly on the couch, gloved hands resting carefully on your waist while you laid on top of him.
“You’re heavy,” he muttered quietly.
Still, he made no attempt to move you.In fact, his grip only tightened slightly when you shifted away.The room stayed silent except for the faint sound of his breathing behind the mask.After a long pause, his head slowly dipped onto your shoulder, eyes shutting as exhaustion finally won over his pride.
Spinner
Spinner was mid-rant about some game boss that “wasn’t even fair” when his voice started to slow down.
He was sitting on the floor between your legs, head resting comfortably in your lap like it had always belonged there.
You ran your fingers through his purple hair, gently untangling it while he kept talking, half focused on the story and half on your touch.
“Seriously, the mechanics were—” he yawned, pausing awkwardly.
His words got quieter after that, complaints turning into sleepy mumbles about games and characters that didn’t make sense.
His hands, which had been gesturing wildly a moment ago, relaxed on his knees.
You kept playing with his hair anyway. His eyes slipped shut mid-sentence.
By the time he fully stopped talking, he was already asleep in your lap, still leaning into your warmth like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Twice
Twice flopped dramatically onto you the second he walked through the door.
“Dabi’s so mean to me,” he complained, voice muffled against your chest as he buried his face deeper into you. “Like seriously I’m lovable.”
You laughed softly, arms wrapping around him while he continued grumbling under his breath about “attitude problems” and “workplace bullying.”
The more you rubbed his back, the clingier he got, practically melting against you.
“Don’t move,” he mumbled, nuzzling closer into your chest. “You’re comfortable. No, actually, you’re the most comfortable person alive.”
His rambling slowly turned into tired mutters, words slurring together the sleepier he became.
Soon, all that was left were soft snores against your shirt while he stayed curled around you like an oversized cat who refused to leave.
Lady Nagant
Rain tapped softly against the windows while the movie played quietly in the background.
Lady Nagant sat beside you with her arms crossed at first, pretending she was paying more attention to the storm than the movie.
little by little, she started leaning closer.Her shoulder brushed yours, then her head slowly rested against you like she hadn’t even realized she was doing it.
You glanced over to find her eyes already half shut, exhaustion finally catching up to her.
The tension in her face softened the longer she stayed there, warm against your shoulder while thunder rumbled outside.
By the end of the movie, she was fully asleep beside you, breathing slow and peaceful as the storm carried on through the night.
