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It's my nth time watching a kpop survival show and for the first time I'm seeing a trainee like Gunwook. He has such a do or die energy around him and it's so powerful. It's like he came in from the first day knowing what he wanted to make of his time in the show and his determination oozes out of his performances and his actions. His no bs attitude and straight-forwardness is such a breath of fresh air! He reminds me a lot of myself and I just can't help but admire how hard he's working for his dreams. And to know some people hate on him simply because he's headstrong and determined to debut? Absolutely ridiculous.

Anyways, vote for Gunwook everyone! He deserves the top9 spot!

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Things that happened in S&B S2 and why

The crows fight for Alina in the final battle and attend the Darkling's funeral despite not having anything to do with either of them for 1/2 of the season because reasons

Mal becomes Sturmhond and goes to hunt down slaver ships because reasons

Inej leaves the crows to hunt down slaver ships because reasons

We're never told Inej's background story so that we MIGHT be able to understand why she goes onto hunt down slaver ships or why she's so reluctant with her relationship with Kaz because reasons

Kaz's backstory is broken into a bajillion scenes instead of one continuous shot which might've helped us understand it better because reasons

We're never shown the scene where Kaz has to use the buoyancy of Jordie's dead body to help him swim to shore which would actually tell us why he has such aversion to touch because reasons

Every single one of Darkling's 'army' is unamed cannon fodder because reasons

Jesper is turned into comic relief because reasons

The entire Shu Han sequence is the single most stupid and idiotic plotline because reasons

Matthias' plotline has no effect on the show because reasons

Zoya is nerfed so hard it almost doesn't feel like she's one of the strongest Grisha because reasons

The Darkling is turned into a pathetic villain who simps for Alina 24/7 to the point that he even appears in Mal's dreams and then he's also shown to physically abuse Alina even though book! Darkling never does such a thing because—you guessed it—reasons

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The writers making Inej hallucinate about being intimate with Kaz and fans eating it up like it's a top-tier scene with top-tier writing is killing me.

We could've gotten a backstory scene with Inej and her family. We could've seen their Suli traditions like in the books. We could've seen the real drive behind Inej and her vulnerability and how she was sold into slavery as a child and how all that is bottled up inside of her. But the fact that the writers used the opportunity to satisfy shippers is humiliating for the characters.

Inej is MORE than just a counterpart for Kaz. I understand people like Kanej. Even I'm an avid fan of it but Inej is such a complex and intricate character. She deserves her backstory to be highlighted.

Both, Kaz and Inej, are more than just a ship. They deserve to be seen as separate people in their own right. But the show writers are absolutely butchering my babies.

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does anyone have any suggestions for this

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# come a little closer

tw. f!reader, yandere!hyuka, stalking, panty thief, masturbation, fantasizing, pervert, slight manipulation, blood/mentions of murder, first time, unprotected, fingering, nsfw + dark context. minors dni !!

a/n. first sugar rush ride fic! i hope u all enjoy, this made me so nervous to post lol ><

sugar rush ride m.list

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breathy pants echo as loud footsteps thump down the hallway, a bedroom door shut in haste as his large figure stumbles in the darkness, clumsily dropping his bag on his cluttered desk, shoving aside odd papers as he clicks on the desk lamp. in an instant, his hands are buried in his bag, shuffling through in a harried rush as he fumbles about in search of an item. and he knows he’s found it as he tugs it out, tucked in one of his clean gym shirts, shakily unraveling it on his desk. blushing bright red, an undeniably hungry, starved gaze in his eyes as a rush of relief washes over his tense figure. with a small smile, kai picks up the dainty pair of panties, softly feeling the fabric between his fingers. an erotic rush of arousal dripping down his body at the pretty garment, pink stripes and a little bow at the center, so sweet, so indecent, so… delicate. broad chest heaving, legs unconsciously stepping backwards until his bed meets his long legs, away from the dim light. and it feels so humiliating, so shameful to have something like this, something he stole. but he had to have it… ever since that night. he couldn’t help it.

“kai, it tickles!” you giggle, writhing in his grasp as he peppers kisses up your neck, his large body heavy on top of yours, nearly sliding off the uneven couch. make out session turned playful, so obsessed with your cute fits of amusement. when a sudden knock on the wall breaks the moment. “yah, you really couldn’t go back to your room?” beomgyu dramatically shouts, covering his eyes, “everyone’s here now, too.” “i-its not like that!” you yelp, embarrassed, your hands gently pushing kai off, his gaze watching as you straighten up your clothes, a tint of red crossing his cheeks as he stares at the hem of your skirt. peeking out from underneath, a pair of pink, striped panties, somehow so cutely indecent. and the little wet spot on them, just slightly visible in the low light. and he feels blood rushing south; you’d never had sex with him before… but you were unknowingly aroused. and it only lasts for a split second before you take his hand, tugging him towards the door of the shared apartment, to meet up with the others. it took a moment for him to blink back to reality, tugging his oversized shirt hastily over his hardening length, silently unable to think of anything but how innocently unaware you were.

breathing uneven, kai tentatively lifts the panties, heartbeat thudding in his chest. taking a small sniff, it’s a split second before he’s clenching them so hard, the sweet scent… just there. panting like a dog, a darker flush burning his cheeks as kai gasps for air, inhaling the your delicate scent, mixed with a soft soap and lotion layer. suddenly, everywhere feels too hot; rapidly stripping off his jacket, even in a thin t-shirt and jeans, it’s burning, an undeniable twitch in his boxers. jeans feel too tight, a layer of sweat on his forehead as kai struggles to unzip his fly one handedly, taking deep breaths, so desperate for the little remaining scent of your tainted innocence. so dizzying, so exhilaratingly shameful, clenching your panties in his big hand, pressed to his nose, eyes squeezed shut as his cock springs free of his boxers, painfully hard and a dark pink at the tip. a wet dribble of precum on his hand as he strokes his cock clumsily, inhaling your sweet scent as if it were his only source of air. and he can’t stop— pumping faster, addicted to the scent, moaning gasps as tears prick his eyes, a deep blush staining his cheeks as he feels so wrong for feeling the way he does, so humiliated for stealing a pair of your unwashed panties so he could have them for himself. but he feels so in love, even more so as an aroused haze takes over, his sweet angel’s scent so delicate. “nnngh—ah!” kai whimpers, panting as his orgasm hits, white cum spilling down his hand and on his shirt, a shameful mess of himself. dirty haze, so embarrassed with his own neediness, to be feeling this way about his sweet, innocent, virginal girlfriend. but just the thought of the little taint on the panties he held coming from being unaware has him pressing them to his nose once more, little mole barely visible as kai tips back on his bed, stroking his hard cock with a tight grip as he inhales again, and again, and again, unable to stop.

morning light streaks across his eyes, blinking in confusion. struggling to prop himself up on his elbows, kai blearily gazed around, before his mind flashes back to the night before. gaze darting to his clenched hand, nervously untensing his hand to reveal a crumpled pair of pink panties, stained in cum. his cum. “no, no, no!” kai gasps, jerking up as he frantically stares at the wrinkled panties in his hand, white cum marks visible. how was he supposed to return these? and then it hits him. he’s still covered in his own cum from last night, sticky and shameful. and whatever weak intentions he had of returning them, well, he didn’t have any more of those. a small sniff tells him everything; they don’t smell like you anymore. sighing at his foolishness, kai deposits them with a resigned huff before stripping off his jeans, tossing them into a messy laundry hamper as he walks towards the bathroom, needing a shower more than anything.

an rapid flurry of knocking at his door has kai stumbling from the bathroom, drying off his hair with one hand down the hallway as he unlocks the door, only for your body to rush into him, tightly squeezing his waist as you bury your face into your boyfriend’s chest, breathing uneven and filled with nervousness. “hnnh—what’s wrong?” kai blinks, startled by the impact before closing his door behind you, when your hiccuping voice mumbles into his rumpled shirt. “i—i think someone was in my room last n-night,” shaking, your arms squeeze him tighter as he gives you a concerned hug. “what do you mean?” his eyes widening, heart beat growing faster against yours, “what happened?” “the w-window,” you begin, voice trembling, “i-it wasn’t closed properly… a-and things w-were out of place!” sight blurred with tears, you look up at him, fear lacing your veins with ice at the memory. and it’s through your tears that you don’t see it; the flash of panic crossing his face for a split second. “hey, it’s okay,” kai murmurs, giving you a tight embrace as he tucks your head into his warm chest, “you’re positive?” “i don’t know, it just… just,” you mumble, “f-feels off. i d-don’t have anything to show, it doesn’t make sense!” panic laces your voice with an undeniable tremor, close to sobs as kai gently rubs the small of your back, thinking of the stolen article hidden in his bedsheets. tipping your chin up, kai’s lips meet yours, brushing away the tear dripping down your cheek. “don’t worry,” he murmurs between kisses, “even if your imagination or not, i’ll protect you.” and when you give him a small nod before standing on your tip toes, he knows you believe him.

as the door closes behind your back, kai breathes an exhale of relief, the hall to your dorm room empty. once you’d calmed down, he walked you back to your room. and truthfully, there wasn’t anything to see... after all, a window cracked open slightly, relatively neat room appearing untouched. it would have only been something you’d notice… but if there wasn’t anything off, how did you recognize that he’d been there? a phantom sixth sense? he’d managed to convince you it was your imagination, but there was another feeling beneath it as he reassured you, lie after lie. it was the sense of desire he felt at your fear, almost as if it were sweet and decadent, something so delicately fragile, the thought of you running into his arms and clinging to his sleeve at every sound. and such a sense of dirty shame, to almost relish the fear that haunted your being. biting his lip, kai’s gaze nervously flits around the hall… he handle his current problem, pressing to his lower abdomen under his hoodie. the moment he’d entered your room, the gentle scent of your shampoo and lotion enveloped him, reminding him of last night. and the longer he spent, the prettier the scent became, the more his eyes were drawn to the bottom of your dresser… shoving his hands into his pockets and tugging his hood over his head to hide his flushed cheeks, kai hurried out of your dorm hall, a little pink slip clenched between his fingers, only a hint peeking out from his large hand in his pockets.

the dead of the night, silence permeating the air with a heavy weight, weak street lamps flickering in the vicinity. treading quietly, his shoes soft against the grass as he crouches down, walking beneath the windowsills of ground level floors. a black mask covering his lower face, hood tucked over his messy hair. until finally, he reaches your window, softly glowing through the curtains above him. clicking his phone off in his pocket, kai tentatively listens for sounds. the quiet sounds of typing on a laptop tell him you’re working on schoolwork, before he peeks through the crack at the bottom of the window, something he’d strategically set up since his last visit to your room. and it certainly paid off, cutting the curtains an inch shorter. sitting on your bed, pretty legs outstretched with a pillow on your lap, surrounded by stuffed animals as you bite your lip in an attempt to concentrate, but your eyes nervously flick to the window, unable to see him in the dark but clearly on edge. and a soft twinge of love purrs in his heart; no matter how long you could spend together, seeing you always sent a little hum in his chest. it had been a month since the first incident, and kai was almost ashamed to admit he’d gotten a lot better at stealing. but he couldn’t help it— every time, he’d go back and embarrassingly masturbate, only for his cum to cover your cute panties, ruining them. and so he needed another pair. and another. and another. and so his indecent midnight excursions had only stepped up… almost weekly he’d find himself returning, waiting for you to take your usual shower and he’d sneak in, take a pair, and leave. shamefully return to his apartment, panties shoved deep into the recesses of his bag or pockets, and masturbate like the depraved thief he was, cum dripping down his abs and still so cock so painfully hard even after one orgasm, which became two…sometimes three, your panties tainted with his seed and his thoughts filled with every obscene desire he had for you. everything— from sweetly kissing away the tears as you fell apart on his lap, to darkening fantasies of stealing your pretty virginity for himself… on the nights he didn’t have a pair of your panties, he’d tug into his sheets, so humiliated but unable to stop, sweat shining on his forehead as cum spilled down his hand in thick ribbons, tip of his length angry red and every vein bulging.

the sudden shut of a laptop breaks his daze, quickly crouching beneath the windowsill as he listens to your worried breath, resisting the urge to knock on the glass, to kiss away the fears plaguing your mind every night. but he couldn’t without exposing his intentions, and so he stayed, until your bathroom door clicks open and shuts close, tell tale creak a giveaway. carefully, kai peeks inside again, your room empty, but he doesn’t move until the sound of the shower flows softly, and only then does he reach into his pocket. paper clip in hand, expertly unlocking your window’s safety lock and sliding up the glass pane. creeping in, every muscle in his body tensed with nerves before sliding open the bottom drawer of your dresser, revealing the treasure trove of delicacies awaiting him. cute panties neatly folded, organized by pattern. an lewd sense of glee the sight, relishing in the delight of having such a cute girlfriend. snatching up a pair of gingham panties, he slides the drawer closed, only to hear the shower click off. panic laces his tense muscles, and kai hurriedly rushes out, climbing out your window and closing it shut, panting heavily in nervousness as the door clicks open, a soft yawn sounding.

and then it hits him. an infuriating urge, raw temptation whispering in his ear to peek inside. see what he’s always wanted to… one tiny look wouldn’t hurt… could it? clamping a hand over his lips to silence his breathing, kai tentatively glances inside, careful to hide his presence behind the curtain. towel wrapped around your body, hair wet as you search your dresser for clean clothes, selecting one of oversized hoodies he’s left behind with an affectionate smile. unconsciously, kai’s hand trails down to the bulge forming in his sweatpants, already so aroused by just the sight alone. something so intimate about it as you slide the towel off, exposing your gentle curves, soft and delicate in the glowy light. plush swell of your breasts, perky ass accompanied by generous thighs. and it’s so pretty, innocent and soft like a sweet, ripe fruit ready for picking, tender and untouched. hand covering his lips to catch the soft breaths, kai strokes his hard cock, hissing at the sensitive touch, precum wet on his fingers. holding back pants of arousal, his eyes hungrily taking in such an intimate sight, devouring your curves greedily with every stroke, fantasies flooding his hazy mind. your pretty, perfect curves in his hands as he thrusts into your tight, virginal cunt, generous breasts bouncing as you cling to the sheets, whimpering as you take him so well… perhaps holding your pretty ass in his hands as he pushes you deeper into the sheets, tiny pussy welcoming him with a tight, wet clench, sweet wails begging him to please, please go faster…

his orgasm hits so hard, a poorly restrained groan between his fingers as cum drips down his hand, dizzying haze clouding his mind in pleasure, watching as his hoodie swallows your smaller figure, hiding your curves from view as you slide on a pair of panties. and in an instant, horror crosses your pretty features as you gasp, a dark stain of mud on your floor, right in front of the window. “n-no— i—!” gasping for air, panic filling your lungs with fear as your legs tremble, an undeniable change since you’d gone into the shower. a large footprint, imprint of mud still slightly wet, a small trail smudge headed to your dresser. your hands shake uncontrollably as you crouch down, the remnants wet on your finger. someone had been here. recently. tears free flowing down your cheeks, your hand searching for your phone as you gaze in horror, thoughts roaming your mind as you envision entering the bathroom so mindlessly, a figure watching through your window before entering, a malicious aura permeating the air.

kai bursts into his apartment, profusely sweating as he scrapes dirt from his shoes outside his window, dropping them beside his door as he rushes to his bedroom, stripping off the layers of clothing, a slight hiss as his hand brushes against his sensitive length, yanking on fresh clothes. cold water splashing on his face quickly as he locates the stolen panties in his bag, shoving them into his secret stash beneath his bed. he’s fucked. you saw something that hinted at his presence. ruffling his hand through his hair, kai debates what he could do in a flurry of stress; tell the truth and admit to being such a lewd pervert? … what if you left? that thought alone ices over his blood, rapid heartbeat accelerating as fear pervades his senses, dread heavy on his shoulders. if you left him, what would be left of him? pressure rising in his chest, a clawed hand of fear griping at his heart as paranoid terror sets in; no, you couldn’t leave. how could he live, even survive without your sweet love, addictive as sugar, essential as his own blood, necessary as his heart. if seeing you was all he needed for his heart to race, his heart would stop if you vanished, wouldn’t it? and how could he ever go back to a life without you, without your delicate kisses and endearing adoration, bliss in ignorance of his secret desires. no, kai thinks, a renewed sense of courage steeling over his chest, a hardening of his own heart, you couldn’t leave, even if you found out. he wouldn’t be able to live.

and so when he opens the door to your sobbing form, trembling and terrified with fear as you race into his arms, there’s a deeper purr of love within his chest, a warm sensation growing as you cry into his shirt, soaking the fresh fabric with tears of terror. a love for your reliance on him, a desire to strike fear in his sweet darling, so she’ll come running back every time. “shhh, i’m here,��� kai murmurs into your hair, holding you tighter in his arms as your tears flow freely, so scared to be alone in your fear, “always here for you.” and he genuinely means it, gently taking your trembling form into his arms as he sits on his worn out sofa, listening to your cries for hours on end without the slightest interruption, stroking your hair and arms warm with safety.

“kai, i’m s-so scared, d-don’t know what to do!” you whimper, petrified of the falling sun in the sky, having been at his apartment for hours as he gently coaxed the story from your lips, listening to every fear and drying every tear that fell. “stay with me?” with a gentle smile, tucking the hair behind your ear, “i’ll protect you.” voice so filled with genuine love, a warm aura of safety in his presence enveloping your weakened senses as you fall deeper in infatuation, the endless promise of security and love so addictively comforting. “r-really?” his large hand so warm and soft as he gently cups your cheek, bringing your lips to his in a loving kiss, “always.” and for the first time all day, you give him a small smile, so pretty with tears glittering in your eyes and cheeks, lips reaching for his again in a series of soft kisses, slow and endearing, his halo of protection warming your cold skin. tugging you closer, finding your way on his lap without resistance, lips never far from each others as sweet sounds of love softly fill the air, his hand on the small of your back with comforting circular rubs, your small fingers playing with the neckline of his shirt. “love you,” kai murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours, hot breaths on your sensitive skin, “love you so much.” “mmph—love you more,” you whisper, feeling completely safe for the first time in a month, captured in his touch. “kai,” you mumble, a pressing warm pressure in your abdomen, “make it all go away?”

“shh, it’s okay,” kai murmurs, your soft breaths coming unevenly as he rests you on his bed, lying you down like porcelain. nodding slightly, a warm smile spreads across his lips as he climbs over you, broad frame a shield against the darkness. “can i?” a tickling hand trailing down your curves, resting on your plush thigh, so light and comforting. “mhmm,” you mumble, nervously watching as his fingers slide into the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down ever so slowly to your ankle before lifting the hem of his oversized hoodie, exposing your cute panties, a little wet spot of taint sending blood rushing to his core. “b-be gentle?” “do you trust me, angel?” meeting his gaze, you give a small smile, taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your panties, “trust you, kai.” his innocent sweetheart, guiding him to where it feels off, where you know you need him, it’s far more addictive than his imagination could ever create, such purity wishing to be taken. and when he slides off your panties, a starving hunger strikes his mind, your soft folds untouched, glistening in the low light, tentatively inviting him.

“nngh—d-don’t look!” you whimper, thighs closing as warmth races across your cheeks, nervousness flowing through your veins, a hand over your lips in embarrassment. “don’t worry, pretty,” kai sighs, “you’re absolutely perfect.” his body moving down to your core, hands firmly but encouragingly spreading your legs apart to reveal your darling little cunt to him. “i promise,” he whispers, “i’ll make it feel better.” hot breaths against your core, squirming at the unknown sensation of anticipation building in your abdomen. “ah—hnng–!” high pitched gasps break free as his tongue presses to your folds, wet muscle licking a stripe up so slowly, sliding past your folds tentatively. a blurry haze fogs in kai’s mind, your delicate slick so addictively innocent as his tongue dives in for more, more, and more as you writhe in his grip, unfamiliar yet intense pleasure spreading through your body, heat burning under your skin. “k-kai—! ah–f-feels!” you moan, bucking your hips when he inserts a long finger, walls clenching down at the unexpected intrusion. warmth swelling, incoherent whimpers filling the air as he pushes in a second finger, tentatively exploring your folds. “n-not there—hnng!” your gasp tells him the moment he touches your sweet spot, cute reactions feeding the starved depravity in his mind as kai gently pumps his fingers in and out, relishing your darling whines and whimpers. “taking my fingers so well, pretty,” kai sighs, almost drooling at the sight of your tiny cunt clinging to his fingers, innocent slick coating his skin. “k-kai, it f-feels!” you wail, a burning pressure threatening to give way in your core. “let go, angel,” kai smiles, curling his fingers at your sweet spot, the warm gush of release against his skin so rewarding, your body trembling with your climax. “so good, love, did so well,” fingers sliding from your wet warmth, coated in your sweet release as you pant unevenly, a flush crossing your cheeks as kai licks off your essence, tasting the sweet gift. “taste so good, angel,” he whispers, before pressing his lips to yours, the spreading your release as his tongue pushes into your mouth, meeting yours in a wet, salacious dance.

“do you want me to?” kai murmurs, sweaty forehead pressed to yours, bulge evident in his sweatpants. “y-yes.” you whimper, another burning sensation of need emitting from your core, “please?” sitting up, kai tugs down his sweatpants and boxers, erection even bigger than you could have imagined, tip a dark pink and dripping precum, drooling with the anticipation. “w-will it f-fit?” you squeak, kai pressing a kiss to your cheek as he aligns himself, “just relax for me, angel.” “ah—k-kai!” wails fill his ears as your arms cling to his broad frame so tightly, a burning stretch unfamiliar as his cock pushes in, walls clenching instantly down. “s-so tight–!” kai pants, hazy mind forcing down the urges to sheathe himself in your virginal cunt instantly, excruciatingly slow as your cunt stretches to fit his large length, veins rubbing against your sensitive walls. incoherent sobs music to his ears, kisses decorating your teary face as your eyes clench shut, unable to handle the overwhelming sensation.

“love, look,” kai moans, hand taking yours and pressing it to the soft swell of your tummy, “c-can you feel me?” beneath the plush, a bulge where his cock is buried in your tiny cunt, so big and thick, “took me so well.” pressing your hand against your tummy, kai’s lips claim yours as he slowly slides out, thrusting in with a restrained patience, your walls clenching down on every vein in his cock, bulge forming beneath your fingers as he fills your tiny cunt with his massive length. “mmph—k-kai!” your cute whimpers his oxygen, swallowing every whine as he thrusts into your virginal pussy, slick coating his cock, burning stretch with every stroke. clinging tighter, your body squirming under his large one, breasts bouncing against his chest as his bed rocks with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin filling your ears as kai takes your virginity, an immeasurable pleasure burning across your body. “c-can go f-faster,” your mumble barely audible, lost to whimpers as his pace increases, incoherent groans of lust mixed with your aroused whines. it feels even better than kai could have ever imagined, your pretty body so warm, so real, so tight, responding to his every thrust with a sweet noise of arousal. and he’s so addicted to the sensation of your folds, holding back his release painfully until your climax hits, a series of musical moans and wails, clinging to his body and pressing harder on your tummy to feel his cock deep inside. “k-kai—i-i’m!” and in an instant, as your knot comes undone, hot, thick seed fills your abdomen, kai’s pants and messy thrusts deep in your core as he releases, ribbons of white painting your folds as they clench down on his cock, taking every drop of his orgasm. “sweet, so good!” he groans, buried deep inside your warm body as he pants into the crook of your shoulder, on the verge of drooling. “nngh—full!” you whine, a breathy gasp at the unexpected feeling, so hot and full inside with his generous cum. nuzzling your cheek, warmed by the sweet whimpers as he pulls out of your sensitive walls, his cut dripping from your cunt. “love you so much,” kai mumbles, cradling your vulnerable one in his as he lies down, your head on his chest. “love you, kai,” you whimper, drained of energy as you bask in the halo of his safety and adoration, falling asleep in his arms… the arms of your greatest fear, so unknowingly.

—— several months later

ever since you’d moved into kai’s apartment, you’d felt safer than you had ever felt, embraced by the warmth of his love and security with every waking moment. and he was with you at all times, always walking to classes with you, the first one to greet you at the door of the lecture hall, his presence was constant in your life, a veil of safety. at first, you began to branch and spend time with friends as you had before… but every time you did, a creeping sense of being watched sent shivers down your spine, goosebumps forming as your gaze darted down streets, in search of someone, something always staring at you. but the moment you returned to kai’s warm arms, the feeling vanished. it was as if the only time you felt truly safe was when he was around, the thought of a stalker banished as his giggles and adoring kisses covered your face, driving away any reminder of fear. and it was addicting, the sense of security, to be able to do anything without fear. as you spent more and more time with kai, you unknowingly began to neglect friendships, the sense of fun easily given to you by your more than willing boyfriend. and on the occasions his friends came over, you wouldn’t leave his side, even if you knew them well. it just didn’t feel safe without his hand in yours in the presence of others.

tentatively walking down the crowded street, your hands clenched in a slightly nervous anxiety. in wanting to surprise kai, you decided it would be okay to take quick walk on your own. you could do this, it would only take a minute. home’s nearby, nothing could go wrong, you silently reprimand yourself before pushing the door to a storefront open, decked out in red and pink hearts. warm scents of sweet sugar embrace your senses as you nervously walk towards the counter. “h-hello, i left an online order, under the n-name kai.” “here you are!” the cheerful guy behind the counter smiled, presenting you with the box. as you reached for it, his hand grabbed yours, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins. “so, who’s the lucky person?” “l-let go,” you mumble, his friendly gaze striking dread. you hadn’t talked to many people as of late; it made you nervous to even approach people without kai anymore. “just asking, you’re very pretty. spending it alone?” he smirked, grip turning icy on your hand. the bakery was empty, only radio playing songs of love overhead. “please let go!” panic laces your voice as you attempt to tug your hand away, only for him to lean forwards, “come on, give a lonely guy some time.” and you instantly regretted coming here without kai, a sinking, familiar feeling of fear flooding your veins, tears about to prick at your eyes.

a sharp jerk has your hand free, tripping backwards into a broad chest. “what are you doing?” kai growls, staring at the man behind the counter. “kai!” you gasp, his arm encircling your waist with a fierce sense of protection. burying your face in his chest, your safety net returning, but missing the death stare he gives the man, burning with dark intentions. “h-hey, nothing. have a nice day!” he stammers, shaken by the creeping sense of dread permeating the air at kai’s presence. something was off about him, something terrifying that iced over the man’s veins, every instinct telling him to run. and somehow, the girl wasn’t sensing it at all. the potentially murderous intent. snatching up the box, kai gives the man a final glare before gently ushering you outside, murmuring words of comfort. and in your clouded mind of fear, you’d never considered how kai knew exactly where you were.

the dark apartment greeting him, clock close to one in the morning. the remnants of a sugar sweet scent in the air, cold tiles against his feet as he walks into the kitchen, a brief glance towards the closed bedroom door telling him you never noticed he’d left. with a sigh, the sink clicks on, a heavy metal tool placed beside it as water flows down kai’s hands, dyed red as it pours into the drain. a metallic scent drifting replaced by the scent of soap, lather removing the blood from the lines of his hands and beneath his nails. people really needed to leave their hands off his pretty angel, kai thought, or else they get what’s coming. picking up the wrench, he rinses it beneath the cold water, bloodstains washing off and disappearing into the drain. storing the tool beneath the sink, kai moves back to the bedroom, your sleeping figure unknowing. admiring your pretty, pure face, chest rising and falling gentle breathing. a small kiss pressed to your forehead, careful not to transfer any of the blood marring his handsome features. reassured by your presence, he retreats to the closet, stripping off his bloodied clothing and quietly removing a floorboard, the garments alongside others, his secret storage until he got a moment to dispose of them. silently entering the bathroom, his reflection greets him. sweet, dark brown eyes, pale skin stained with droplets of a spray of blood. lip corners curled upwards in an undeniable lovesick smile, bangs messy over his forehead. and kai has never felt more alive— he was right; you were the only reason his heart beat. he’d never let anyone else strike the pretty look of terror on your innocent face. he’d never let you leave now—he loves you too much.

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hehe what do we think ? stay tuned for the next fic for valentine’s day~~

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@rencarnationofangel @sleeping-sirens @kosmoreads @sansluvr @shualicious @r-kived @honeyjmn @m7omo @storminacloud @enha-cafe @stephaniekim15 @y-eora @redosmo @taehyunsfel @qluvrv @iluvvkkh @hermvse @soluvcore @ixayjun @spasmodicmuse @kangfication @genshinsoobs @rikismiel @shawkneecaps @lixpixstix @hearthueka @luvsoobs @childetherat @yvieliny @laloluet @soobsfairy444 @milkycloudtyg @disneygirl712 @idkhoomanmaybe @addictedtohobi @diluc8scaramouche @yourfavoritefreakyhan @felix-housewife @xiaoderrrr @hoeinthehouse @aida0978 @beomomb @lcvetyvn

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smutty &team headcanons (18+)

legal line only

warnings: short (mostly very vanilla) smutty headcanons, one mention of y/n having a vulva and squirting in nicholas’ part. no pronouns used. minors do not interact!

this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

k

• sweet and attentive, always puts in effort to make you feel comfortable with him no matter if it’s your first or fourty-ninth time together

• likes spoiling you, especially during foreplay- k gently but firmly pries your legs apart for him and fingers you slowly, watching the way your hole swallows his fingers and your back arches for him when he curls them just right

• usually doesn’t see the point in going all out with his energy, but will gladly wear you out and fuck you dumb when you ask him to

• kitchen counter sex

• does not tolerate public shenanigans from you at all, but he might consider a remote controlled vibrator for you as a punishment when you’ve gone too far with your teasing

fuma

• loves getting head from you so bad - he almost cries when he cums, that’s how good oral feels to him

• likes cradling your face in his hand when you kiss, you give him head or you ride him

• adores it when you use petnames for him, even if he doesn’t admit it his expression always gives away how mushy your sweet words make him - especially in bed

• surprisingly sensitive, mostly around his ears and neck

• can take your breath away with just making out, fuma’s kisses are the perfect mixture of passionate and sweet, sweeping you off your feet with the movement of his lips and a touch of his soft tongue

nicholas

• enjoys a little bit of pain with his pleasure, like you biting his lip during a makeout, pulling his hair when he goes down on you or scratching your nails down his back when he fucks you missionary

• doesn’t necessarily have a praise kink, but he loves the affirmations you give him - making you feel good makes him feel good and he wants to hear it loud and clear

• truly a man on a mission to get you to squirt for him, he’ll try every technique and angle to get you there, giving you the most satisfied smirk when your pussy finally drenches him in your arousal

• very interested in your kinks, even if he doesn’t want to indulge in all of them he wants to get you sexually and intellectually and he’s not embarrassed by talks about sex or watching porn together

• gets rougher with you when he’s missed you, holding you tight and letting go of all of his pent up frustrations in that first night of finally being able to have you again

ej

• usually very vanilla but he gets extremely horny whenever you get angry or strict with him for some reason, even when it happens outside of the bedroom

• pretty unashamed and straightforward, doesn’t shy away from cuddles even when he has morning wood but insists you don’t have to do anything

• sweet when he fucks you, often presses a soft kiss to your temple when he bottoms out inside of you for the first time, holds your hand tight when his thrusts pick up speed

• likes it a lot when you send him dirty pictures or voice notes, he’ll definitely keep them in a special folder to listen to again and again when he needs you

• you overstimulated him by accident once and he still thinks about it, fantasizing about you overwhelming him with pleasure until he’s spent and satisfied

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casualty

BREAKING NEWS: man found dead in his vacation home, where he whisked friends and family away on a two-week trip. Police suspect the culprit is amongst one of the people in the home.

ALTERNATIVELY: After the mysterious murder of Lee Taeyong in his vacation home, you - a dedicated detective - are called onto the case to investigate and bring the culprit to justice. Task gone complicated once you realize that the responsible person could have only been someone already inside. Which complicates things not only for the family and your team, but also for your heart.

members; nct x you (ft. red velvet & blackpink)

genre/warnings; crime, murder mystery, thriller, detective fiction, graphic descriptions of murder/death/violence, implied smut, mature audiences only

word count; 8.4k

taglist; @jiminsfiilter @blondiedae @ishireads @yutababies @yuthangs

part 1/5 of the slaughterhouse series. feedback is appreciated!

Cases were always more unbearable to stomach when involving somebody you knew.

Lee Taeyong, chimed the voice in your head. It would have been a stretch to say that you knew each other very well; the relationship between you was practically nonexistent. In spite of the lack of relationship, each of your encounters with Taeyong were very courteous. 

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love be damned in a nutshell 😎 also im so sorry if u got this ask 38382829228 times t*mblr was glitching so bad

LMAOO Where's the lie?! 😭

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YOURE BACKKKKKKKKKKKK 😭😭😭 I MISSED YOU SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSO MUCH YOU DONT EVEN KNOWWWW <3

This made me so emo for some reason like knowing someone missed me is so nice to know 😭❤

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☆ &team when you attempt to “break up” with them as a prank — scenarios

navi !!

notes — hiii this is shy on my &team acc ^_^ i’ll definitely be writing for them more but this was just something for funzies LOL i hope you all enjoy whatever this is 🤭 btw my bias is nicholas ik nobody cares but i just thought you all should know <3

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the enha universe (masterlist)

welcome, to the enha universe! 

in this universe, the seven boys live their own respective lives as normal everyday people. a fuckboy, a boss, a roommate, a stepbrother, a best friend, a co-worker and a bad boy. follow them as they have fun, learn, grow, break some poor hearts and of course fall in love… with you.

warning/genre; fluffffff! angst! crack! super cliched storylines! smut & perhaps kinky shit 🤪 (obviously only for hyung line!) 

the hyung line kinks

the enha universe spoilers

the enha universe asks

!latest update! three (yang jungwon)

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Why tf are &audition judges do freaking strict like spare the boys a compliment once in a while 😭

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[ ☆ ] ── REALITY CHECK️️❕️

SIXTEEN | “IT’S PLATONIC!”

✰. PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

[ ☆ ] — author’s note: heeyn on talking terms again 🤗 the next chapter may be delayed bc it’s a written chapter, but I’ll try my best to update tmr. But if I can’t, def the next day!

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This is so well written! I absolutely loved the concept 🙌❤

melted | one shot

his wings were melting, his skin was burning, but his smile was brighter than the sun.

inspired by the story of icarus.

pairing park sunghoon x she/her pronouns

genre angst, slight fluff

warnings mcd, blood, injuries, swearing

italics are flashbacks

word count 2.4k

“You have to escape” she whispered as she was cleaning his new wounds- the blood staining the cloth.

At her words Sunghoon gently lifted his head off her lap- the very lap that he cries on every night. The lap that had brought him so much comfort- helped him through the hardest days of his life. Sunghoon tried not to think about how much longer he has with her because in his mind they have forever. They will always be together, whether they are physically here or not. He believes that their souls will find each other, as they were soulmates.

“I'm not leaving you” Sunghoon quietly promised- the same words that he repeats every time they have this conversation. They both knew she couldn’t leave, as her parents had been known as the greatest betrayers, betraying everyone in their village.

The lord had decided that she shall be punished for their actions- even though she was a baby when her parents had done what they did. There was no changing his mind, he thought of her as the dirtiest scum, like she was just a used and rusted accessory- ready to be thrown out at his command. It was only a matter of time before her time with Sunghoon runs out- as she noticed they were giving her more food than usual, As if they were trying to fluff her up- so that she has more meat on her body- which she knew was vital for her death.

The former prisoners had spread rumours about the Lord’s death punishments. They say they could hear the deafening roars of a monster below them- shaking the ground with each breath. They also said that there are huge traces of footsteps- as if there were a huge lizard walking their town- they know this because one of the former prisoners was a maid to one of the wealthiest townsmen.

Sunghoon and her weren't dumb, they could feel the grounds temperature changing when the roars commence- their village had captured a dragon. Feeding the dragon the ones who were the least fortunate- or sick.

She knew they were going to feed her to the dragon- she knew that much at least. But she couldn't let her Sunghoon know, he would do anything he could to stop them- not that he could do much being trapped away in a dungeon.

She had purposely not been eating the food they gave her- giving it to Sunghoon with the excuse of being full from the smaller meals they had hidden away in the holes in the walls. Sunghoon didn't know her ulterior motive, not knowing she was giving him her food so that he could have more energy to escape once she was no longer here.

Sunghoon could leave, he could escape with the pair of wings the two of them had been building for the past few months.She had started them before he came- as if she knew he was coming. Sunghoon had naively thought that once they're done with this bigger pair- which she told him was for him- they would start on hers.

She could only nod as he would tell her all the stories of the outside world. He told her about his six amazing friends- ones who were no longer with him. He told her about the big mountains that would get snow on them for more than half of the year, the only months there wouldn't be show was from july to september. She knew of all the farmers markets- carrying all the foods she could only dream of trying.

She would also listen to all his empty promises. He told her he would take her to those snowy mountains, how he would buy out all those farmer markets, how he would bring her to the graves of his best friends.

She would respond to his wishes and promises, telling him that she would love to go. The beaming smile on his face as she would engage with his wishes- he was so in love and couldn't wait to get out of here with her.

“Its done” Her comforting soft voice rung out, into Sunghoon’s ears. Her big eyes staring at the wax wings in excitement- the extra feathers laying beside her- forgotten. They had got the wax from their food- as they came in wax containers. The feathers were from the former prisoners' flat pillows- but it had worked in the end.

As the two were getting ready for bed they could hear the loud vibrating footsteps from the dungeon- the monster was awake. She noticed how Sunghoon had froze- he was terrified of the monster. Sunghooon would wake up screaming some mornings- telling her that he had dreamt about the monster getting them- getting her.

She reached over and grabbed Sunghoons shaking hands, entwining their hands. At her touch Sunghoon looked over at her- his eyes brazen. She pulls his hand, indicating for him to come beside her. Once they are both lying down beside each other, Sunghoon tightly grabs her arms- as he does every night, afraid that she would disappear in his sleep.

After cooing at her lover a few more time and after a few more kisses they finally go to sleep. But right before she closes her eyes she hears the echoing sounds of streaming- begging for help.

In the middle of the night the two were awoken by their cell door being thrown open. “ITS OUT!” a frazzled maid screamed, terror evident in her voice. Her irises were shaking, looking all over the room. Her eyes land on the girl tight in Sunghoon’s grasp- she runs over to rip her out of his arms. Sunghoon doesn't let her go, holding her tighter- his knuckles turning white from the strength of his grasp.

“Its hungry” The maid rushes out, still playing tug away with Sunghoon over the girl's tired body. “What is?” He yelled out, finally pulling the girl behind his back, shielding her from the rabid maid.

It felt as if time stopped, everything went quiet. “The dragon” The maid whispers out, “The dragon is hungry and he needs her '' She shouted out while pointing at the girl behind Sunghoon’s larger frame. The said girl couldn't see anything over Sunghoon’s broad build, all she could see was his red stained short- indicated that his wounds had opened up again. But at the mention of the dragon her blood ran cold.

Before Sunghoon could say anything else the castle started shaking- rocks tumbling all around them, surrounded them and his hidden away wax wings. The rapid sound of footsteps comes running towards them, getting louder and louder. The louder they become the more frantic Sunghoon is, knowing they're coming to get her- to make her from him.

20 guards rush in, holding spears up at the two- ready to throw them at their command. As the guards approach the couple the maid walks back and out the door. Once they surround the two Sunghoon is screaming- tears rushing out of his eyes. He’s begging, beginning them to take him instead- to let her live. He turns around and grabs her by her shoulders- pulling her into him, one had going up and rubbing her hair.

She listens to Sunghoons baited heart- racing 100 miles per hour, running faster than she had ever heard before. She knew it was her time to go- the guards ripping her from him, confirming any doubts she had.

As she was getting dragged away Sunghoon was screaming, he was going crazy. He was picking up rocks from the ground, throwing items at the people holding his girl. The rocks did nothing- they just bounced off the armour of the knights.

Right before they get out the door she turns around one last time, her beautiful eyes clouded by tears- almost blinding her to the point of not being able to see Sunghoon losing his shit.

“Sunghoon” She screams out, panic evident in her voice. He momentarily pauses to look over at her, her break breaking at the lost look in his eyes. “Its time” At her words he only breaks down more, knowing that this was officially the end.

“Promise me” She rushes out as she's getting pushed harder out the door- her hand going and grabbing the bar. She watches Sunghopn shaking his head, his knees against the ground, his whole body trembling. He just keeps repeating the words no no no over and over, getting louder with each new no. “Sunghoon promise me” She screams out, her voice cracking in urgency. If she was going to die she can at least die peacefully knowing he's made it out of this hell.

Sunghoon looks up at her, his eyes dull,. “I promise” he meekly says, of course he would promise her. As this is the first time she had ever asked him to promise her something- it was always him promising her.

Sunghoon watches as the guards get her out the door. He listens as the roars before louder upon seeing her. He feels as the ground gets hotter in temperature- indicating that the dragon had shot fire. He smells as the flesh turns under the heat, the smell which he will never forget. He tastes the blood in his mouth and his salty tears which had run into his mouth at some point. And finally Sunghoon knows he has to escape, for her.

Sunghoon gets up, his legs shaking at the sudden weight. He walks over to the place where his wings are, he runs his hands across them. Feeling each cranny that his lover had engraved one day- laughing and joking around with him.

He remembered that she had told him how to put them on just days before.

“You need to get them on your back somehow. The wax will melt into your bones the second it touches, you should be able to control them.” She says while rubbing his eyes, his cheek leaned into her open palm, finding peace in her heat. “Why are you telling me this now? As if you won't be there with me, ready to leave” he summed out, eyes still closed, allowing her to continue her motion. Her heart aches at his words, no matter how many times she tells him that she cant go with him, he will never stop saying she will.

Sunghoon smiles sadly at the memory, now realizing how wrong he was. He lets go of the wings, only to pull off his shirt. He decided that he will put the wings into the two holes that were caused from his fortune the day before- almost as if the Lord knew Sunghoon would need two cuts there the next day.

Sunghoon grabs the first wind, he lines it up with the cut in his back- with the help of the reflection in the window. He has to bite his lip to muddle the screams, it hurts so much, but not nearly as much as his lover's death did. Once he has one wing in her goes for the next, doing the same princess.

He can feel the wax melting into his bones- and he smiles knowing that his lover was right, as she always was.

Once Sunghoon feels the wax harden in his back he tests them out, he's amazed when he realizes he can control them. His desperate shouts of victory filling the empty space.

He sees his reflection in the mirror, he knows Niki would be amazed as he had always wanted to be able to fly. He can almost see his friends' amazed faces behind him, their mouths open in amazement. He can faintly see Sunoo raise his thumb, his bright smile on his beautiful face- eyes smiling along with his mouth. He can hear Jay telling him that he looked so cool, along with Jungwon nodding super fast.

He can see Jake shaking Heeseung, both with dazzling smiles on their faces, laughing out in excitement. And finally he sees her beside him, running her hands across the wings in disbelief,

He allows himself to think that this was their sign that she's with them- that they will take care of her now. They always told him that they would take care of his first girlfriend- or just anyone who steals their brother's heart.

“I miss you guys” His tells their reflected shelves, his smile leaving his face once he sees them starting to fade. “So much” he whispered in agony- once they were completely gone.

Sunghoon raises his fist to break the window- so that he can get out. He was going to go to the mountains, the ones he would gush about to her.

And so he jumps out, his wings shaking a bit at first.. His body is gliding in the wind, his silver hair flying around him. He looks back one last time, saying goodbye to the place which killed his love.

He's flying in the moonlight, the moon's reflection shining off his wings, making him smile. He flies until the sun starts rising, once he starts seeing the mountains the suns fully up- the birds awake with it.

Sunghoon comes across a flock of birds, he spins through them, attempting to pet them but pouting once one tries to nip him.

The tip of the mountain is higher than he thought, he also allows himself to take a break as he's been flying for hours- but decided against it.

The higher he gets the hotter the air is- his wings start becoming unsteady again. He’s almost at the top of the mountain when his wings start melting a lot. The wax falling onto his frail bloody fingers- from breaking the glass. But he couldn't seem to care as he did it, he escaped.

“I did it” he muttered while he felt his wings getting lighter- melting from the heat.

“I DID IT” he screams out joyously, arms out beside him- falling faster and faster. the wind whooshing beside him, intertwining with his hard hair- filled with melted wax.

the wax was burning him, flowing down his back in vertical lines, scorching his once soft skin. the same skin she had previously praised hours ago. Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh as he fell- his loud cackles filling the air beside him.

Yet he couldn’t hear a thing aside from the loud wind deafening his ears. as Sunghoon was gaining speed- falling faster he couldn’t help but let out a final smile.

she would be so proud of him, he did it. He can once again almost convince himself that he can hear her cheering from the sky- and that the wax dripping onto his burned face were her tears- crying for her lover because he was finally free.

And so he fell, the mountains beside him, white as snow.He will finally meet his friends and lover again.

a/n this was my first one shot…. i got this idea while at work so like #slay

perm taglist: @stopeatread

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This fic literally punctured my soul and I ain't recovering

if only i could weave you back together

being sent on a quest to retrieve arachne’s original tapestry should have had you fearing for your life. but a certain son of poseidon makes everything a little better. (son of poseidon!sunghoon x child of apollo!reader)

tagging: : @bluejayjay @heesunminies @sunshine-skz @hobistigma @myaar @strwberrydinosaur @studioreader

genre: angst, fluff

member: sunghoon (enhypen)

warning: gn!reader, cursing, blood, violence, major character death

a/n: and we're back!! this is the 6th installment to my demigod series. yes, yes it's very sad. just go on and read to get it over with.

the sea presents two, while the sky presents one.

the dead comes along, and so does the sun.

with wit, you are guided in this band of six,

but one is destined for the river styx.

the product of hubris is what you’ll find,

on an island in the tropics, seemingly left behind.

with each day, its creator draws near,

and once she finds it,

into chaos everything will veer

-the prophecy for the quest for arachne's tapestry

park sunghoon intrigued you.

he's attractive. scarily attractive. you had to make sure he really was a child of poseidon the first time you heard about him. his chiseled features and the air of elegance that surrounded him just seemed too...refined to belong to the son of the god who presided over rough, churning waters.

he's popular, and rightfully so. being the son of the sea god ensured a great deal of power and status to sunghoon (and his twin). campers ogled at the way the water by the beach seemed to calm down in his presence.

he's...a dork. this one you found out much, much later. in fact, you found out that he's a tall, clumsy mess hiding behind the prince-like visuals on the first morning of your quest to retrieve arachne's original tapestry. he wanted a snack from your supplies but for some reason, he just couldn't take a single piece of ambrosia from the loot. so, he stood in the middle of the argo iii's mess hall, hesitantly eyeing the pouch of ambrosia perched on the table.

watching this from the doorway made you giggle. the way he looked at you in surprise turned your silent giggles into laughter.

you've been feeling nauseated all morning from the nerves of going on your first real quest, but seeing the park sunghoon himself spacing out eased your nerves in the most unexpected way possible.

park sunghoon intrigued you, indeed.

...

...

...

actually, to hell with these fancy words. you're head over fucking heels for park sunghoon.

you have been ever since you step foot in camp the same summer he did. to you, he was, he is the main character. he always has been in your eyes.

"you alright?" a voice jostles you out of your thoughts. you look up to see sunghoon's face turned away from the wheel, his eyes focused on you instead.

"yeah, i'm fine," you reply a little too hurriedly. sunghoon raises an eyebrow at this.

"you sure?" sunghoon presses on.

"really, i'm good," you reassure him with a smile. sunghoon nods, turning his eyes back over to the horizon.

"we're almost there," sunghoon declares, breathing in the salty sea air.

"where exactly?" you ask, stepping over to the starboard side to peer down at the water. you turn your gaze forward and see the vague outline of land in the distance.

"iloilo. the weaving capital of the philippines," sunghoon replies.

"oh, i get it now," you wonder out loud, the prophecy's words coming back to you. "that's the island in the tropics the oracle was talking about."

sunghoon chuckles as you walk back to him, his eyes nearly disappearing at how wide he's smiling. he beams down at you and your entire body seems to tingle at the way he's looking.

"for a child of the god of poetry, you're really bad at interpreting prophecies," sunghoon teases. you let out an indignant huff, your hands planting themselves on your hips.

"excuse me, how was i supposed to know what that one specific island is?" you argue. "there are thousands of tropical islands on this planet."

sunghoon takes one hand off the wheel and reaches over, fluffing up your hair.

"are all apollo's kids this hotheaded? makes sense being children of the sun god," sunghoon says amusedly. you swat his hand away, sighing as you pat your hair back down.

"well, how did you know where to go?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest, an eyebrow quirked as you wait for sunghoon's reply.

"it's like an inner compass that my twin and i have," sunghoon explains. "the moment the ship sailed over water, my gut told me to steer to a certain direction. and eventually, the name of that place just comes to me."

"it's like dad told me or whatever," sunghoon adds. he spares you a glance, smiling at your awestruck expression.

"it doesn't happen often. dad must really be on our side," sunghoon explains with a quick glance down at the waters below. you nod, peering up at the heavens above you.

the sky is a gorgeous shade of blue with fluffy clouds cruising by. the sunlight casts beautiful shadows and colors against the ship. you look back over at sunghoon and as if on cue, his eyes are looking back at yours within a second.

"it's pretty..."

"the sky..."

both you and sunghoon pause after simultaneously speaking up.

"the sky really is—"

"it's as pretty as—"

you stop once more, the corners of your lips rising in amusement.

"you go first," you hurriedly offer, gesturing for sunghoon to speak. he smiles down at you, perfect teeth on full display.

you've never seen anyone quite as handsome.

"i said the sky looks as pretty as you," sunghoon muses, turning away from you. a smirk settles on his lips as if he's proud of what he just said.

you stand there, gaping up at sunghoon for what felt like an eternity. sunghoon's eyes flit back to you after a while, and his face morphs further into amusement.

"how about a 'thank you'?" sunghoon teases, lightly nudging your arm. you shake your head, finally gaining back some of your composure.

"are you hitting on me?" you ask, immediately regretting it the moment the words left your mouth.

sunghoon laughs, hearty and full. your stomach has never flipped so hard in your life.

"maybe," sunghoon says after his laughter dies down.

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park sunghoon worried you.

the days you spent together on the argo iii showed just how much confidence this young man possessed. and, boy, did he possess a lot.

it's not as if he has no right to believe in his abilities. he is a child of one of the big three, after all. but, the way sunghoon would always put himself directly in harm's way just to keep everybody else on the ship safe caused a nagging voice to replay over and over in your head.

so, you made it your own mission to protect him.

the day those storm spirits attacked you was one of the most terrifying days you had to go through. maybe it's because you're a child of apollo, but the booming of the thunder and the bright flashes of lightning always scared you. storms brought an unwelcome feeling to you.

but that didn't stop you from stepping out from below deck to help in the fight. although, in all honesty, jake looked like he was handling it just fine. it was sei, jake's partner and sunghoon's twin, and sunghoon himself, who weren't looking too good. sei was gripping onto the mast for dear life while sunghoon braced himself against the wheel.

"help him!" sei had called out. you rushed over, heart pumping as the thunder continued to rumble above you. you skid to a halt in between them, eyes frantically looking back and forth between the twins. you see sunghoon struggling to keep himself upright as he slowly tilts the ship down towards the water.

"i got you," you called over the noise, arms wrapping around sunghoon's torso as you plant your feet firmly onto the wood beneath your feet.

"are you sure you can keep me in place?" sunghoon chuckled in between his grunts of effort, veins popping out on his forearms as he grips the wheel harder.

"this isn't the time to make jokes!" you cried out, pulling against the force of gravity as the ship starts to take a nosedive down.

"we'll be fine," sunghoon yelled as the argo iii dives down, down, down.

park sunghoon worried you.

he worries you with the way he's sprinting towards you right now, his arms outstretched. everything seems to move in slow motion, like those cliche hollywood movies. you reach out to him, too, but your arms are knocked out of the way as he hugs you tightly, much like the way you did on the day that the storm spirits attacked.

in the middle of an underground tunnel, under the soil of a land foreign to you, you watch as your friends scramble to halt arachne in her movements. she's brandishing a whip that seemed to be woven together with the same things spiderwebs are made of. it glows green for some reason. poisonous, perhaps.

you don't know what's going on. all you know is that sunghoon is clinging to you his lips pressed gently to your temple. your eyes automatically flutter close as his warmth and his scent envelop you fully.

you feel safe. you're still worried. but, in sunghoon's arms you know you're safe.

and just like an illusion, all of it is shattered as sunghoon cries out in pain, his arms loosening around you. your eyes shoot open in panic, sunghoon's body falling limp against yours. you try to hold him up, but the dead weight of his limbs sends both of you to the rocky ground.

"foolish demigods!" arachne screeches, brandishing the whip in her spindly hand. "that tapestry is mine!"

something rumbles from beneath the ground as you pull sunghoon closer to you. you peer down at his face, dark locks matted against his forehead as his eyes struggle to remain open. it takes you a moment to see the gaping wound running down his back, hints of green liquid splattered against his skin and shirt.

you sob, cradling sunghoon against your chest.

you had been right in arachne's line of sight. sunghoon had saved your life.

"no," you say in between tears. "you can't, you can't!"

you look up just in time to see jay drive his stygian iron sword down to the ground, the faint rumbling now a prominent roaring within the tunnel as the rock splits open beneath arachne. she screeches, half of her body falling right into the pit jay created. her large spider legs cling onto the side, struggling to pull her gargantuan body out.

jake makes a mad dash towards her, slashing at her legs with all his might, further angering the creature.

"xena, do it!" jay calls out to another one of your crewmates. the child of athena. the one who you presume is destined to end this all.

xena stands at the other end of the tunnel, an arrow nocked into her bow, aimed straight at arachne's head. you squeeze your eyes shut.

"may apollo guide your arrow," you whisper. "may he aid you in bringing this wicked monster of a woman down."

"come on, dad," you practically weep. with your eyes still shut, you pull sunghoon even closer, the tears never ceasing as they fall from your eyes.

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park sunghoon intrigued you.

in the short while that you knew him, he had already taken up a tremendous part in your heart. in the few days that you spent with him aboard the argo iii, it seemed as if he wasn't merely the untouchable son of poseidon. he was a friend to you. he would have been more if the fates allowed.

park sunghoon continues to intrigue you because a few hours after making your heart flutter as he called you pretty, here he is, making your very same heart sink in anguish.

"i'm not sure what to do about this," you say through panicked breaths. you're back on the argo iii, the tapestry safely below deck. you kneel next to sunghoon who's laying face down on the deck, one side of his face laying against the wood. you examine his wound and you see that it had started to fester, the flesh around it turning dark as it continues to produce streams of blood.

"nothing in our medical supplies is working," you say frantically gesturing to the pile of medicine and herbs you had ripped right out of the supply closet below deck.

"okay, okay," you let out shakily. "let me just..."

you pause, feeling the rest of your crewmate's eyes on you. you take a deep breath as you recall the words to the healing hymn that all children of apollo should know.

you start to sing, trying to keep your voice and heart rate steady. you put all your remaining strength into the song, hoping, willing your father to help you. you can't let sunghoon die. you just can't. so you sing, your voice cutting through the silence. you reach your hand out to brush away at sunghoon's hair and somehow, you already expected it. the moment your skin touched his, you knew.

and yet, you continue to sing, your voice turning somber as sobs start to rack your entire body. you barely register jay stepping away, hands coming up to cover his ears as he hunches over.

'when someone close to me dies, it sounds like a ringing in my ears,' jay had said one time in the ship's mess hall during dinner.

'so, you've gone through that before?' you asked.

'only once,' jay muttered under his breath. 'i hope i don't hear it again any time soon.'

sei sinks to their knees beside you, their face stony as they gaze upon sunghoon's face. he still looks the same. his eyelashes lay against his porcelain skin. his perfect lips are parted, as if ready to take a breath. but you know by now that sunghoon's last breath has been spent.

you finish your song, silence overcoming the ship as it hovers over the shore. the sun is setting now and you can't help but gaze off into the horizon.

the sky is no longer a gorgeous shade of blue, but a beautiful mix of pinks, purples, and oranges. most of the clouds have cleared off, giving you a perfect view of the vibrant colors above.

"the sky looks as pretty as you, sunghoon," you say through your tears, eyes moving back down to sunghoon's face. you lean forward, placing a final kiss on his cheek.

"i wish you were here to see it."

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Hey everyone. Just wanted to drop by to say, I honestly don't know when and if I will post a chapter 3 to love be damned. I remember having such a clear idea of what I wanted to do with the story, but these past few months really took toll on my mental health due to which I've been out of it for the most part. I've got the third chapter's draft in my Google docs and I keep adding to it whenever I get the motivation to do so. I probably will finish it someday lol. Just hoping that day comes very soon. Also, I have read and appreciate all of your asks in my inbox. Sorry for not answering all of them!

Until next time,

Waniya ✨

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The language of thorns | collab call.

Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.

The theme of this collab is the Grishaverse.

You can use the books of the Grishaverse, the Netflix TV show, or research about what the Grisha are, and go along with it, you do not need to watch, or read these.

For informations, the Grisha are humans who practice the Small Science, which could basically be called magic.

Like I said, you do not have to be true to the books, or the tv show, you can have your Grisha be anywhere, at anytime.

Hello there,

the title of the collab, and the quote are from the book "The language of thorns" by Leigh Bardugo, and I've been wanting to do something with it for a while. And as it is part of the grishaverse, I thought this could be a good idea.

If you would like to join, please send me (@/127-mile) a message with the member of your choice, and the type of Grisha. And rb the post after being accepted to spread it.

This is an NCT collab.

22 spots to fill as I will take one for myself.

First come first serve basis.

All genres are accepted as long as you have the proper warnings written down.

No pedophilia, incest, non-con and dub-con.

You must be +18 to write smut and/or suggestive content.

There will be no smut for Sungchan, Chenle and Jisung. Light suggestive content will be accepted for Sungchan and Chenle.

The minimum word count is 500, and no maximum.

The deadline will be by the end of 2022, but you are free to post your fic whenever you want.

If you decide to write with a reader insert, make sure to be inclusive. You can also use an oc, or a member.

At least one of your main characters has to be a Grisha.

Having a discord is required as it makes it easier to communicate.

If you change your url, or blog, please tell me.

The deadline to step out of the collab is April 2022, no question asked, just make sure to send me a message either on tumblr or discord.

Corporalki: the Order of the Living and the Dead.

Healers: Healers are Grisha of the Corporalki class who can use their powers to heal others. They can mend bones, heal wounds, etc.

Heartrenders: Heartrenders are Grisha of the Corporalki order. They can use their power to damage a person's internal organs. Their ability ranges from slowing a person's pulse to snatching the air from their lungs. The target must be in their line of sight.

Tailors: Tailors are Grisha of the Corporalki order. They have the ability to change a person's appearance.

Etherealki: the Order of Summoners.

Squallers: Squallers are Grisha of the Etherealki Order. They can manipulate the wind by raising or lowering air pressure to fill a ship's sails or to move objects.

Inferni: Inferni are Grisha of the Etherealki Order. They can manipulate fire by gathering combustible particles of substances like methane or hydrogen, but they need a spark to start the fire.

Tidemakers: Tidemakers are Grisha of the Etherealki Order who can manipulate water.

Shadow summonners: Shadow Summoners are Grisha of the Etherealki Order. They have the ability to gather and manipulate darkness.

Sun summoner: Sun Summoners are Grisha of the Etherealki Order. They have the ability to bend and summon light. They can also summon heat from the sun.

Materialki: the Order of Fabrikators.

Durasts: Durasts are Grisha of the Materialki order. They can manipulate glass, steel, wood, plants, stone, or anything solid on a molecular level. This includes changing a solid's shape, texture, or composition. They can make flowers bloom, remove an object's pigment, move objects without touching them, and even absorb harmful matter from another person's body into their own.

Alkemi: Alkemi are Grisha of the Materialki order. They specialize in chemicals like blasting powders and poisons.

Taeil:

Johnny:

Taeyong:

Yuta: @seomelon - Squaller.

Kun:

Doyoung: @stealerz - Tailor.

Ten: @taemin-jaemin - Shadow summoner.

Jaehyun: @daybreakx - Heartrender.

Sicheng:

Jungwoo: @treasuretaeil - Shadow summoner.

Lucas:

Mark:

Xiaojun:

Hendery:

Renjun: @moondustaeil - Alkemi.

Jeno:

Haechan: @rosyrenjun - Sun summoner.

Jaemin: @prettyjaems - Healer.

Yangyang:

Shotaro:

Sungchan:

Chenle:

Jisung: