#//idk maybe i'll take another crack at it later

[mechahero]

//Racking the brain and trying to put together a new base for another pet project involving outfits but it's not looking good right now. Which is a shame because I've got some decent inspo on hand and I want to do something like this and this.

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 40: strike (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: and today's update! rip koiny reader you would have loved gaslight gatekeep girlboss

Summary: Satsuki delivers an ultimatum.

Warnings and Tags: blanket series warnings, light violence

Words: 2900+

This is what Satsuki knows:

You had a date with Baseball Cuck yesterday. You intended to break up with him, but couldn't get the words out. You came home after the date crying. Mei and Kaede confirmed that it had to do with a kiss you didn't want, and that under no circumstances should Yuu find out about it. As a result, Yuu is getting kicked out tonight for girls' night featuring you, and in between movies and smearing some clay shit on your face, you're going to break up with him, one way or another.

So she maybe has a little bit of a mission when lunch hits. And maybe you'll be mad at her later. And maybe she might end up suspended after this.

But it will have been worth it, a fact which she knew the moment she comprehended "kiss you did not want".

She even wore shorts today for the occasion.

Asuka's chair slides a good few centimeters when she drives her foot into it, leaning her whole weight in to tilt him backwards. She meets his eyes with fire. No room for fucking around.

When he processes who he's looking at, the surprise hardens into a glare. "Oh, it's you."

"Break up with her."

"What? No."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she croons, digging nails into the back of his neck. "I wasn't fucking asking. You're going to break up with her or break your wrist. Those are your options. If the latter is too difficult for you to pull off on your own, I'm happy to assist. How's your baseball season going, by the way? Didn't take it too far in the summer, did you?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm being pretty fucking clear right now, Chouji. You have two days."

She expects to get pulled out by a teacher later, but oh well. She'll deal with it. His composure cracks when she nearly tips the chair over in her dismount, and that's enough for now. She flips her hair and heads back to the third years' floor without an ounce of remorse.

~

Tsukishima to Karasuno VBC at 12:17

Tsukishima: Nishinoya. Why did your sister just storm into my classroom and threaten [surname]-san's boyfriend two minutes after lunch started

Hinata: what

Narita: what

Tanaka: yeah that sounds like satsuki-san

Ennoshita: oh my god

Tsukishima: [image attached. Image description: Satsuki hunched over a sitting Asuka, her foot planted on the back of the chair behind his shoulder. She has a hand on his neck. Asuka looks slightly pale.]

Yamaguchi: she nearly flipped his chair over

Daichi: …

Suga: (oh shit)

[name]: she what.

[name]: hi. I will get his attention.

Noya: what

Noya: please tell me she decked him

Daichi: nishinoya do NOT

Noya: what? He's an ass

Noya: idk WHY she did that but like. It's satsuki. Believe it or not she's actually really reasonable!

Yamaguchi: I'm pretty sure she threatened to break his wrist

Noya: for good reason probably

Noya: usually when she does stuff like this it's "do this thing/stop doing this thing or I'll hurt you"

Noya: if he just listens to whatever it was she had to say to him he'll be fine

[name]: siiiiiiiiiiiiigh

[name]: no yeah I know why she did that

[name]: if at all possible I would like to not give the story. Noya has nothing to do with it and ALSO does not + will not have the story

Noya: D: why not?

[name]: because nee-san might get suspended for that once it gets back to the teachers and YOU are not getting suspended with the spring tournament coming up

[name]: I just have a weird feeling mei-nee and kaede-nee only gave her half the story in the first place and she took it too far

Tsukishima: please try to control her so I can eat my lunch in peace

[name]: sorry tsukki!

[name]: she can't really be controlled but I will talk to her. This wont be a problem again

~

"You're a fucking coward, you know that?"

Yuu pauses, looking around for a moment in hopes of figuring out who the fuck your future ex boyfriend thinks he's talking to. All he was doing was walking to the gym from the club room. "Huh? Me?"

Asuka approaches with purpose, glare in his eyes and chest puffed out like making himself look taller will change anything. Like height has ever been a source of intimidation for Nishinoya Yuu.

"Who else would I be talking to? You seriously sent your sister after me to get the girl you couldn't have?"

"Oh. Yeah, I had nothing to do with that. She can think for herself, you know."

He scoffs. "Right. You expect me to believe that she's going around trying to intimidate me, and it has nothing to do with the fact that [surname]-chan didn't pick you?"

"Listen, dumbass—I didn't tell her to do that. I didn't know about it until afterwards. [name]-san seems to think she had a pretty good reason, so—"

There's a sharp thud against his cheek that doesn't feel quite right. A sick pop. For a second, Yuu thinks he took a volleyball to the face for the first time in years, because it's the closest thing to this that he's ever felt, but there's the taste of blood blooming in his mouth, the sharp sting that tells him he's bitten his tongue with the impact. Your boyfriend stands over him—he's winded from the impact with the ground—clutching his hand to his chest with wide eyes and a pale face.

This is about where he realizes that the popping noise didn't come from him.

Yuu's hand drifts to his cheek, the white noise-static feeling, the promise of pain, but his focus is on you, on you swooping in, on you, angelic, your fist connecting squarely with Asuka's nose. The last time Yuu heard someone's nose crack like that, it'd turned out to be broken. (Satsuki still gets a little prideful smirk every time she catches sight of her victim, whose nose has never quite been the same.)

"What the fuck is wrong with you? No, seriously, what the fuck?"

It occurs to Yuu that the last time he heard you nearly this mad, you had just been punched in the face getting between Shouyo and Kageyama.

Asuka sways a little, staring at you wide-eyed as blood begins to drip down his face. "[s-surname]-san, something's wrong with my thumb." His voice is shaking.

"Yeah, I bet. Did you listen to me about not tucking your thumb when you throw a punch? No, you didn't. Go find the nurse or something, I'm not your fucking girlfriend."

As the sentence sinks in, it joins the white noise spreading across Yuu's cheek. You're not his fucking girlfriend.

"Y-you—"

"Let me be clear. If you ever lay a finger on him or speak to me again, it'll be your wrist next. I don't care why you did this, I don't care what explanation you want to give me. I said he was non-negotiable and I wasn't fucking around."

You turn to him even before Asuka leaves, gentle fingertips brushing desperately light against the new throb in Yuu's cheek. You meet his wince with a sympathetic coo. "Are you okay?"

"You're so beautiful," Yuu blurts. "Please marry me."

There it is. That stunned moment, lips parted and eyes wide, giving way to that smile that makes his stomach flutter. As always, you avoid his eyes, shy away as you search for a response. He might kiss you. "I—uh—I was getting worried, there. You hadn't been asking."

There's approaching footsteps. Yachi and Takeda-sensei. Yuu watches your face transform in real time as you see Takeda approaching, watch you shift from real embarrassment to fat tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You may be a shapeshifter.

You snap to your feet, turning to Takeda. "S-Sensei! It's—I—" You sniffle, cut off in a sob. If Yuu hadn't held you through a crying fit just last night, if he hadn't just watched the shift in your expression, he might not have known you were faking. "I-I was walking over to the gym, a-and I just saw Asuka attack Senpai, a-and I didn't know what to do but Senpai fell and—and I just—he was gonna keep hitting him so I tried to stop him but I panicked and now his nose is bleeding and he hurt his hand and—"

You cut off in a sob.

Yuu holds his cheek, feeling completely dazed as he watches the exchange. When Takeda looks at him, he nods faintly.

"Alright. Are you hurt anywhere?"

You shake your head, sniffling.

"Take a seat with Nishinoya-kun. Yachi-san, can you please go grab an ice pack and a towel for Nishinoya-kun? Also grab Ennoshita-kun from the gym and ask him to make sure these two stay put."

Yachi nods and runs off. Takeda turns to Asuka. "I'm going to take Asuka-kun to the nurse's office, and then I'll come back for the two of you and we can sort this out, alright?"

Yuu nods. You do, too.

Yuu has no fucking clue what's going on anymore.

~

"Sorry," you mumble when it's just the two of you, a lingering sniffle leaving you. "You probably could have handled yourself. I just got really mad when I saw him hit you."

Noya shakes his head. He's got a distant look in his eye. You crouch in front of him again, inspect his cheek where you saw him get hit. It's definitely reddening. The ice will help, but you doubt he doesn't come to school with a bruise tomorrow.

"Are you sure you're okay?" you coo. "You're being quiet."

He nods. You're starting to worry.

"Where's it hurt?"

"Just my cheek."

Ennoshita runs up as you inspect the injury. You accept the ice pack from him with a murmured thanks. It squishes in your hands as you activate it.

"What happened?" he asks. "I heard yelling, but then Yacchan grabbed Sensei, so…"

"[name]-san's boyfriend just punched me." Noya mumbles. "Could've handled him if I'd known it was coming."

"I'm glad you didn't. I'm probably about to get suspended for hitting him back, but it's not like I need to practice." You wrap the ice pack in the provided towel, guide his hand up to gingerly hold it against his cheek.

"Okay, but you still shouldn't get in trouble for me—"

You snort. "You think I punched him for you? That's sweet."

Ennoshita rolls his eyes. "You know, you're supposed to be the responsible one."

"I'm plenty responsible. But I'm also not going to let that shithead run around hurting people I care about just because he feels like it. Besides, I'm taking responsibility because I'm pretty sure the whole thing was actually my fault in the first place. Better one of your managers get suspended than your libero." You sigh. Shoot a guilty look at Noya. "I really am sorry."

"Are you okay, though? You just broke up with your boyfriend."

You shrug. "I'll be okay. I'm letting the breakdown out in little chunks when it's convenient. If I have it in front of Sensei, it'll probably lighten my sentence. Teachers hate it when a girl cries."

"You are evil," Noya says in awe.

"Would it change your opinion of me if I was?"

"Me? No way in hell. Marry me."

You huff, come to sit in the space beside him.

"Yeah, I didn't think I had to tell you this one, but you probably shouldn't be breaking your boyfriend's nose at school," Ennoshita says.

You smile, let out a weak laugh. "Probably not, yeah. I don't think he'll screw around too much after that, at least."

When Takeda returns, he takes both you and Noya to the faculty office. The vice principal is watching from the sidelines, silent and glaring. You sit side by side, knees brushing, as Takeda sighs. It's rare to see him visibly stressed, but you don't blame him.

"Asuka-kun is being taken to the hospital. The nurse said his thumb is probably broken. Based on how much his nose was bleeding, I'd be surprised if his nose wasn't, too. I'm going to ask both of you for an explanation, one at a time. Nishinoya-kun?"

"He just showed up and started yelling at me," Noya says. "He started accusing me of sending Satsuki after him? I knew she talked to him about something earlier, but I didn't have anything to do with it and I told him that. He didn't believe me. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Thought he might've messed up my jaw because I heard a pop when he hit me, but I think that was his thumb."

Another sigh, longer than the last. "Okay. [surname]-san?"

You shrug. Sniffle. Your lip quivers. The worst part is that you're not even doing it on purpose. "I… I was walking to the gym with Yacchan when I saw Asuka punch Noya-senpai. I didn't see or hear anything before that. And then Noya-senpai fell, and—and I thought maybe Asuka might keep hitting him because he didn't like Noya-senpai and he looked really mad, s-so Yacchan ran off to find you and I just jumped in to defend Noya-senpai."

"By breaking his nose?"

"I just hit him once," you mumble. You let your voice shake. You're not getting out of this without punishment, but you're sure you can play up the guilt if they punish you too hard. "I didn't think I'd break anything. It was just to get him to stop."

"And the thumb?"

"I told him yesterday that he'd break his thumb if he didn't stop tucking it when he made a fist. He brushed me off. It's really not my fault, Sensei."

He takes off his glasses. Rubs his temples. "You know why this situation is hard, [surname]-san."

"I know. It's my fault. I really didn't want any of this to happen. I'm sorry, I—"

"Hey." Noya's hand comes to rest on your arm. "Breathe. You're getting worked up."

"Just—please don't punish Senpai for this. He had nothing to do with it. Please, Sensei."

"Why did Nishinoya-kun's sister talk to Asuka-kun?"

Your lip wobbles. "I—I think she got the wrong idea. We, um, Asuka and I, we hung out yesterday, and I came back really upset? I-it didn't really have anything to do with Asuka, I just—Okaa-san's birthday is coming up and I'm not handling it really well since it's gonna be the second one she's not alive for a-and I didn't really wanna talk about it so I think Nee-san took it to mean that Asuka did something to hurt me. S-she was probably just trying to protect me."

Even the vice principal flinches at that one.

You can't find it in yourself to feel guilty.

Especially not when the verdict comes—one day suspension from school, three days suspension from clubs starting now. Noya is fully unscathed, save for his face. Asuka will be receiving his own punishment, but you won't be privy to that one and it'll have to wait until he's gotten his hand dealt with.

"Nishinoya-kun, you can head to practice. [surname]-chan, go get changed and head home."

You bow as deeply as you can. "Thank you, Sensei. I'm sorry."

You're both released to head back on your own. Noya walks you to the changing room, a hand slipping into yours as you go. His other rubs absently at his cheek.

"I'm sorry," you blurt once you arrive. "For… all that. Sorry for not breaking up with him sooner. Sorry he hit you, sorry it was because of me, sorry I didn't hit him harder. And for a bunch of other stuff, too, I guess, but…"

"If you're sorry, kiss it better," he says with a shrug, like he's not that aware he's saying it, a casual, friendly joke. Like it's not him talking to you. He pauses, and you pause, and then you're laughing softly.

"He didn't hit you too hard, then," you reply. "I'm glad you're okay."

You let out a fond sigh. You do something stupid.

No resistance meets you when you gently pull his hand down and away from his face, and maybe because he's not quite processing it, resistance still doesn't come when you take the chance to adjust the tilt of his head, to turn him towards you so you can reach the blooming bruise. You glance up and down the hall, just to be sure that it's clear before you lean in. The apple of his cheek where he'd been holding the ice pack before is still a little cold beneath your lips, reddened from the ice and reddening further still when you kiss him. At the contact, he lets out a shaky breath, the hand still holding yours flinching in reply.

Your lips tingle when you pull away, and then you're avoiding eye contact, every nerve alight and hands beginning to shake. "S-so, uh, yeah. I am sorry. If that wasn't clear."

He stares at you, wide-eyed and red-faced. You maneuver his hand back over his cheek, face burning something awful, and then you do what you're the best at.

You avoid it. "S-so, um, I guess I have to head home, um—see you later?"

Still nothing. He's completely shut down. You slip inside the changing room, ready to close the door behind you and scream, when he catches the door.

"Um!" Noya stammers. You pause, unwilling to look back at him.

"Y-yeah?"

"P-please marry me!"

Relief floods you, drops your shoulders. Draws a laugh out of you. "Mm. Sure. I can do that."

tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[ask-sibverse]

So. @dreamseersystem wrote this, but wanted me to post (idk WHY but whatever). Kinda FGOD in a way, some Afterdeath.

Geno could feel a change in the Multiverse. It was like an explosion of magic being released, but it felt wrong at the same time. Even here in the Start screen, he felt an odd chill in his bones. He wondered what happened, but it didn't seem to be anything close by. He held himself close. Something telling him that something was going to change. He sat down, not noticing the slight error glitch that appeared above his head.

Reaper found him like that some time later, dozing, curled up on the ground. He shook his friend, a worried look on his face. "I didn't expect you to be here still," he said.

Geno blinked his eye as he shook his head of sleep. He looked up at Reaper. "What is that supposed to mean? I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Unless you are here to take me already," he replied.

"No. Can't take you since you're only half dead..." Reaper said. "Same as last time you asked. But... That's not the reason..." He sighed. "Error died."

Geno blinked again. "Wha... How...?"

"I was there. He was destroying a very glitched world and somehow instead of breaking to pieces it collapsed in on itself, Error was destroyed along with it. He didn't feel pain," Reaper said. He looked away.

Geno was in shock. Error was dead. That would mean no Guardian of Destruction. But the Multiverse needed one... Oh... He looked down at his hands. Error was a Geno that got trapped in the Antivoid. But he was still here. He didn't feel any different either. "What's going to happen to me then? I'm the only Geno left in the Multiverse. We both know that," he asked.

"I don't know... This hasn't happened to any of the neighboring Multiverses to their knowledge. I asked there first," Reaper said. "But another Error said usually the Geno left has a code to activate inside of him still, even if he wasn't destined for it."

"I don't want to be Error. I want to stay Geno. I want to remember everything and you," he said.

"I'll do whatever i can to help you," Reaper said. "Just keep my locket close." He touched the heart shaped locket that Geno wore, gold with a black Delta Rune. Geno opened it and it showed a picture of the pair that Reaper took.

"Always will. Its special to me," Geno said. Reaper kissed his cheek.

"I'll visit when I can to check on you," Reaper replied as he got up and left the au. Geno looked out into the nothing and looked at his clothes. Suddenly, he was afraid of the color white.

Geno didn't know how much time was passing as usual. His body felt itchy though, and he scratched at himself a lot. He still didn't notice the error codes that would pop in and out sometimes when he moved around. Or that his eye was changing colors.

Reaper did during the visits. It seem like the Multiverse didn't need to send the replacement to the Antivoid for the change, or maybe it was broken on how to change Geno. Black was appearing under the white bones as dust flaked off Geno where he scratched. It hurt Reaper to see the changes, and he lied about them to Geno who didn't seem to notice them yet. He didn't have the SOUL to tell Geno about him becoming the new Error. He left as quickly as he came.

Eventually Geno couldn't ignore the changes anymore. He saw the black bones showing, feeling of something being dug under his eye sockets, the flickering of an error message here and there. He held the locket tight. "I don't want this. Please stop this," he pleaded into the nothingness. "I don't want to become someone who destroys everything. I don't want to forget my life abd Reaper. Please. I beg of you, don't let me forget Reaper!"

But no one replied.

More time passed and there was a white crack forming in the darkness of the Start Screen. Geno knew what it was. It was the Antivoid. He saw the white between the cracks. It was coming for him. He was already halfway changed, no matter how much he fought it. And now the Antivoid was coming to finish the job and claim him.

So he ran, away from the Start Screen, away from the cracks showing white. He didn't know where he could even run to in the darkness. The cracks seem to follow him, never getting farther away or closer. "NO! STOP! I DON'T WANT THIS!" Geno screamed. And then the cracks were in front of him and he couldn't stop in time. He fell through.

Error appeared in the Antivoid, looking around as he felt confused at first. Memories fading of another life, a golden locket landed on the white floor below him without notice. All he felt was anger, all he heard were the voices that suddenly rushed upon him, and the white was annoying. Acting on instinct, he opened a portal and went out to destroy.

Reaper tried staying close to Error. Talking to him when the other didn't mind the conversation he brought at times. He never mentioned the past. Just enough to explain why there was stuff in the Antivoid already and about the other Error before him. Error seem to accept it, claimed the stuff as his own, and forgot about the other. It broke Reaper's heart that this happened. Error didn't like touch so he couldn't even touch him, even through he knew it would be safe.

Years past. Error took on his role as he should. Ink never noticed a difference between old or new. The other Guardians did though, Nightmare and Dream, but they never said anything either. Both knowing of the hurt Reaper felt as well.

One day Error was walking in the Antivoid, not even remembering why he decided to. He was about to go back to his hammock when he stepped on something. He looked down and saw the gold locket with black Delta Rune. He picked it up, wondering how the damn thing got here in the first place. Maybe the damn squid dropped it or some shit. The locket was partially opened when he picked it up and it revealed it insides to him as he examined it. The picture of Reaper and Geno.

Error felt something wet on his face. He moved his other hand to see what it was and it was... Tears?

Why would he have tears on his face? Error doesn't cry unless it was for Undernovella. He looked at the locket again. He was going to throw it to be lost to the Antivoid again, but his hand put it into his pocket instead. He walked back to his hammock to sleep the stupid tears off.

Reaper visited again as Error was knitting something. Looked like clothes for a new doll, but he didn't know what doll wore white clothes. Not anymore at least. Error didn't talk to him, but he didn't chase him away either, so he stayed while he had a lull in SOULs to collect.

"So... Why do you keep coming to visit me anyway?" Error asked Reaper. Reaper looked up at that.

"Thought you needed the company," was his reply.

"Fucking liar..." Error cursed. He threw something at him. Reaper caught it and saw the locket in his hands.

"Found it while walking one day. Then my stupid fucking body started crying for some stars damned reason," Error said. "I'm not stupid, i know where i come from. I was the replacement after all."

"How? I didn't think..."

"Of course i remember. Just didn't bother to think about it. Can't remember everything, either," Error continued on. "Seem pointless to think about being a 2.0 of the original... So... What was our relationship like?"

Reaper tried to think of a way to explain it. "Comfort mostly. I was the only one who could visit him and he was the only one I could touch."

"Yet, you gave him that," Error pointed out.

"Yes I did."

"Can you touch me?" Error asked.

"Never tried. You don't like to be touch," Reaper pointed out.

"Touch me."

"What...?"

Error growled at Reaper. "I said touch me dammit. Before I change my mind."

Reaper was surprised at the request and came over to him. He was hesitant. The fear that it wouldn't work was still there. Error wasn't Geno anymore. That could have...

Error grabbed Reaper's hand. Both flinched at the same time for different reasons, but nothing happened. He pulled Reaper to his lap, making Reaper squeak in surprised.

"Shut up."

"I didn't..."

"Shut up I said. And give me the locket back," Error ordered. Reaper handed it back and Error pulled a string from his eye and rethreaded the locket on it to replace the broken chain. He put it on.

"So what now?" Reaper asked.

"I don't remember everything from before. But my body seems to like your touch," Error said. "Its... Pleasant..."

Reaper didn't think he minded the touches either. He kinda missed this. He decided to snuggle in to Error. "Then let's restart. My name is Reaper," he said.

"Oh shut up and kiss me you bitch," Error growled. He pulled Reaper closer and kissed him. Reaper smiled into the kiss. This was the start of a new relationship.

[our-detective-so-supreme]

For the ask game

19), 9), 38) and 14)

Thanks for the ask! :D

19) Which is the funniest moment in the series?

Moran in the anime version of the Phantom of Whitechapel arc, specifically at the start and end. I can't help but crack up when he calls Louis a "traitor". 'Cause it's like? How??? XD

To clarify: I know what he was getting at in that scene, but I can't help but laugh at him! At least he comes around later.

Then at the end when Jack joins the team, again, idk what Moran was so worked up about, but it's just so hysterical! Especially his "Huh?!" in the dub!

9) Sexiest character

Just one?

Well, Moran is basically 75% of the series' fanservice; I mean, look at those muscles! Well, actually most of the guys are ripped-

Then of course, there's William with his infamous line that sends chills up my spine every time!

I don't think I can choose just one; I could so easily measure them on a scale of cute to sexy, however! (I'll have to do that for a separate post, though; these answers are getting kinda long-)

38) Do you read or watch any other adaptations of Sherlock Holmes?

As a matter of fact, I do! :)

The Granada TV series is one that I'll always recommend; it was actually what got me to read the canon again! The attention to detail and faithfulness to the source material are things I never get tired of. There is a reason subsequent adaptations pay homage to the late Jeremy Brett; he was literally born for the role. (Heck, he was even Jean Doyle's headcanon Sherlock)

And while I'm currently taking a break from it (very long story), the Hayao Miyazaki & Kyosuke Mikuriya collab that is Meitantei Holmes (known in English as Sherlock Hound) is another great anime based on Sherlock Holmes. It has many of the traits typical of the Ghibli movies. Need I say more? Also, that version of Moriarty is essentially inB4 Waluigi.

The Great Mouse Detective (the children's books, not the Disney film, though it's good too) is another series I've enjoyed so far, even though I've only covered three of the eight books so far. I look forward to continuing when I get the chance!

Much like YuuMori, these three are also really great introductions to the canon, or just enjoyable on their own.

I've seen others, too, but I don't think I can really recommend them as much. Maybe I should make a tier list one of these days!

14) What is your favorite quote or scene?

The scene in The Final Problem arc where Fred tells William there's really no reason for him to die had an impact on me.

Because aside from it being absolutely true, it's also the first time Fred speaks up without so much as a nudge from anyone else. That was all on his own accord. And if he does finally get a backstory in Part 2 (please Miyoshi-sensei!) , it will only add more to his speech later on. Though even without a backstory, it still tells us how much William means to Fred (and the others as well, obviously).

[brandwhorestarscream]

I'm curious, what is Earthspark like in the Cybermorph-verse?

Also this goes against the original canon, but I'm just imagining Twitch as a runt who remains small but ends up as one of Megatron's favourites. Just nestled between his dorsal spines, safe and happy.

So, I don't have anything concrete decided on for the cybermorphs in earthspark, but I do have some fun backstory for Dot and Megatron! I'll just transcribe it here, under the cut if you're interested ^-^

We were talking about, somehow, cybermorph Megatron and Dorothy being friends, like in earthspark. I decided to take this hypothetical and run with it. We don't know exactly how they came together in canon, but general speculation is that she did something that earned his respect. And she clearly doesn't like Optimus all that much--they're civil, but there's no warm feelings there, yk?

So my thoughts immediately went to Dot standing up to the bots and calling them out when they're doing something whack.

Something on earth triggers Megatron to produce a small clutch of eggs. He's not planning them, they just happen. Maybe the recovery of the Allspark, the exposure to such potent life energy kickstarts his reproductive system again. Maybe uses some stored old genetic code from previous sires, maybe they're just drones, but regardless he can feel their sparks connecting to his. There's a very, very prolonged battle, the type where everyone is on the field for days at a time. Think trenches, underground compounds, anything and everything. Maybe he doesn't even realize he's carrying them: his egg-laying protocols have been disabled for millions of years, and they fit in so seamlessly in the hivemind he doesn't realize they're coming until they're coming.

He suddenly pulls back from the battlefield with no warning, shouting for Soundwave to take over, and he runs off to find somewhere dark and safe. Maybe the contractions make it so he can't change form and easily return to the hive. Ends up in one of those old cave systems or something, idk it's not important. Delivers a small clutch, probably only 4 or 5 cuz it's been so long since he's gotten any action and doesn't have a lot of extra code to fertilize them. Realizes oh slag, these aren't drone eggs. These are actual fully fertilized sparklings that are going to need hosts and will probably have to be shipped off planet immediately.

The first children he's beared in millions of years, they're indescribably precious. He has no idea who sired them, but that can come later

My idea comes from Dot along with maybe a couple autobot escorts, tracking him there. After all, he's probably doing some big bad evil decepticon shit, right?

Wrong.

Dot watches as, without even a moments' hesitation, one of the bots shoots squarely at one of the eggs. It explodes in spectacular fashion, delicate embryo slaughtered and tiny spark extinguished in less than a second.

Megatron screams, a truly primal cybermorph queen screech, and promptly transforms. Knocks the responsible party back, throwing them into the wall with such force their chassis cracks, but he's so focused on that one that the other party manages to bring their pede down on another with tremendous force and stomps the egg flat, splattering it and killing the unborn morphling.

The queen bellows, furious and devestated all at once, and when he pounces on the other Dot is nearly crushed underfoot. She stumbles back and her back hits something slimy and springy, like a thick, malleable rubber. She peels herself off and turns around, and comes face to face with one of his fresh eggs. They're so early, only minutes from emergence, thst their shells are still a bit see-through. It takes her a moment to make out what she's looking at, but when she does, her suspicious squint slackens and her eyes widen. She knows this thing very well. Tiny, too-big head and little dark spots where eyes should be, nubby body shaped like a bean with no arms or legs.

She's seen this kind of image many times. On ultrasounds of her little brother and in her cousin's parenting books and on posters at the doctor's office.

An embryo.

A fetus.

These are his babies!

"NOOO! " she throws herself in front of a nearby egg, arms out wide as if she could somehow block the shot one bot is priming.

"What are you doin', squishy?!" He barks at her. "Move!"

"No! These are chi-"

"Monsters, Dorothy! They're monsters!"

They swing their gun the other way as if to shoot another, and she dives in front of it again. Megatron is busy pounding the other into the ground, trying to get himself back the nest that they've successfully cut him off from. There's only 3 left, he has to save them!

"Scrap this!" The bot bats her aside--not enough to injure her, just enough to get her out of the way with the barrel of their blaster, still struggling to pill himself up after hitting the wall hard enough to rattle his internals. One of his legs is limp and useless, that's the only thing stopping him. Dot manages to land on her feet, skidding back, ribs aching from the impact.

The blaster powers up one more time, and the distinctive thrum is enough to distract Megatron from where his secondary jaw has punctured his opponent's spark chamber, ripping it out and shredding it with his serrated fangs. He throws the body down and is immediately snarling as he leaps at the other mecha, but it's too late.

Blood flies everywhere and Dorothy s c r e a m s, collapsing to the ground with half of her leg gone. She lands in a puddle of sticky, hot fluid: the egg behind her that she had tried to shield has unfortunately been punctured and is leaking all over the cave floor. Her ears start ringing, she's losing blood so fast and her vision blurs when she tries to look at her leg--she can see bone and muscles and tendons exposed to open air, and she doesn't even notice Megatron'a cybermorph queen warcry as he rips off the other mech's head.

In the aftermatch, once they're dead, he turns his attention to his babies. Only two remain, two eggs miraculously unbroken. The human that had tried to defend then, while valliant, was unsuccessful. The third one has drained out all over the floor and there's no breathing life back into them.

But still. He replays all the audio in his helm, and could hear her arguing with the other. He'd seen her scrambling back and forth, trying to block a shot to his eggs. She... she protected them, fearlessly, like a praetorian would. She put herself at the mercy of alien weapons so strong it could vaporize her entire body. She'd sacrificed a part of herself for them, and for that he's grateful.

Megatron always repays his debts. Especially after finding out that humans can't simply regenerate or replace limbs 🤭 when Megatron leaves, he takes her with. Gently cradling his eggs in one hand, picking her up in the other. She's still bleeding profusely so he licks over the wound with his glossa, thick oily solvent congregating on the wound and stopping the blood flow. He leaves with his cargo, and when the bots find the site later, 2 of their comrades are dead and there's a crazy amount of human blood on the floor. Naturally, she's assumed dead, but is actually at the bottom of the sea in the depths of the Nemesis, engineers and medical hard at work giving her her mobility back as thanks for protecting their unhatched siblings.

[binickandros]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @staceymcgillicuddy. Thanks!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42! I have more on ff.net.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,612,657. She a chatty bjtxh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rn just Stranger Things, but in the past I've written for Criminal Minds (that's sort of...ongoing, I guess), L&O:SVU, The X-Files, Sailor Moon, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, The Stand, and Homicide: Life on the Street. Also there's my roosthoard crackfic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Sharp as Nails, Soft as Honey (hellcheer)

You've Earned It (Barba/Carisi from SVU)

Longing (Juice/Chibs from SoA)

Come With Me Tonight (Juice/OC, SoA)

The Space Between (hellcheer)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I forget and then I feel awkward replying like ages later. I never replied to a bunch on Space Between and feel bad about it. :/ So now I try to respond right away bc I want ppl to know how much I appreciate their support.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of my fics end angstily. They might have angsty events, but everything always resolves happily. I write fic to fix shit, not to make it worse!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummmmm...lol! Probably the sort-of crackish sequel to Come WIth Me Tonight, Under My Skin. Juice, Chibs, and my OC move to a Greek island and raise goats and bees and have sex all the time. What could be better??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not lately, but Come With Me did get some bullshit, mostly bc the SoA fandom didn't like the idea of a more submissive Juice Ortiz (dumb, frankly), and they just in general like to hate on OCs.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yup. Didn't start until my spn fic, Half of Something Else, but since then yeah. Most of them have had smut. Sometimes it's more vanilla, but I usually do prefer to play with power dynamics. Some have outright D/s stuff goin on, but I usually don't get that "formal" with it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've got the crack-ish roosthoard fic, which I plan on turning into a series, and once I tried to write an X-Files/CriMi but couldn't really get anywhere with it. So usually no, I don't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I'm not popular enough, which is fine w me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I was about to say no, but then I remembered back in the day someone translated my Sailor Moon fics. So yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Sort of? Like, not officially, but nearly everything I write these days is at least partially co-written with @tonybourdain

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh gosh. Ummmm...okay, either Jon/Aryn from Farscape or Jaime/Claire from Outlander.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh geez. I want to finish my Stand fic SO badly, but idk if it's gonna happen. Also my SoA fic Get You In. I know what I want to happen, but writing it is the hard part. :/ But the one I know I'll probably never finish is Collide, my SVU fic. Like the other two could get finished some day, but that one? Prob not.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, esp banter. I think I'm pretty funny. Also giving my sentences and paragraph a certain rhythm. I have a good ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get stuck in ruts. Like repeating myself a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done bits and pieces of other languages in my fic, but if I needed anything more complex or longer, I'd get someone who spoke whatever language to help me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homicide: Life on the Street, I think. Then very shortly after that, The X-Files. Or maybe vice versa I don't remember.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I really really love my spn fic Half of Something Else. There's this whole bit that takes place near a swamp that I just adore. But also my SoA magnum opus, Come With Me Tonight. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into that baby.

Right now I'm really enjoying my current hellcheer WiP, With Teeth. I think it's gonna be good.

I'm gonna tag @anniecrestaodairs, @prosopopeya, and @lightsaroundyourvanity

[julien5-malfunction]

120525 A busy fucking day

Psychologist appointment went up the ass. Like a major plot point, uhh: i slept 4 hours last night. And behaved exactly like it too. I got a pile of paperwork to fill and almost lost my shit at it at rehab. Which also sucked.

Up until the point i cracked open the redbull.

Felt fucking crazy in a pleasant way, beautiful weather, a fucking banger playing for a back beat. Felt fucking great.

Walked with my studio guy for a bit, happen to meet up on the street. Dude almost drank himself to death last weekend and was revived. I try to be real but i don't know how i come off, selfish probably. I kinda wanna give him my drugs but that's about the only way i feel like i can try to help people. I don't know how to listen or more like how to be a sponge for the bad feelings. I genuinely hope he's about as comfortable around me, like i trust him to know about me doing drugs to keep myself here. He seem cool w it.

I hope we can get along well. I know we both got preblems, diffirent kind though.

Who's there who couldn't be better with a friend in this world..

Talked and walked w him a bit, seperated at my drop off point, he went home to get his scooter and i saw him driving around with it later, didn't talk to him again tho. We're supposed to meet at the studio tomorrow, not sure what for. I might pack up my machine, just in case.

I give the commissioned piece for my middle-man (lady) and yap with this other lady for another few hours, as well as get two more commissions from her. Means a couple more hours of work for another few €, no hurry tho.

Then i go pick up my glasses from the optic's and pay the other half of the price that's basically as much as my rent, which i still haven't paid since the fucking bill with the information is nowhere to be seen...

Glad i got some cash from the atm in the morning after the psychiatry thing. (I went to got some snacks to have at rehab and didn't end up eating any so i'm kinda just having them now.)

Spent maybe a bit much, i have to look at my receits in a bit, i'm impulsive w spending when tired for sureeee.

Got whatever this pre-workout stuff is? IF IT GOT CAFFEINE IN IT, I GOTTA TRY IT LMAO. SHADY POWDER. Accidentally a fucking *pancake mix*, i thought that was a small bag of protein powder, like i never had those before and now i was like 'oh that one doesn't cost 827361662€ i could try some, vanilla, yes please.

AND I FUCKING HAT3 THIS BRAND NOW BC IT'S THE SAME ONE AS THE ICE CREAM THAT I READ THE TEXTS OF ALL WRONG. MY GOD. THANK FUCK I GOT GLASSES NOW BUT THAT MIGHT NOT HELP ME W NOT BEING ABLE TO FUCKING READ???

So i guess i'll have pancakes someday.

It might be nice. (if pancakes would be nice with these certain kind of memories attached..)

Idk, i feel kinda ashamed for looking at/ buying, even being interested in any of this 'sports nutrition' stuff. Not even kinda, like kinda a lot of shame. Not sure why.

and they had some chocolate moulds so i got like 3 diffirent ones, they were like 1€ for one, so a pretty nice deal for someone who's obsessed with moulds and cookie cutters.

Sandwich club being the 'thank fuck these people exist' kinda chaos it always is when we got the whole squad. Leaving the supervisor traumatized, or at least concerned for our wellbeing. We made a pie and i told them i'd rather take some leftovers home and that i would bring the box back the next time, that i would fall asleep or at least feel horrid if i ate and then had to walk home since i was running on a redbull and my vitamines all day.

The usual: afterwards we go to a grocery store and i walk both of the pals home and chatted a longwhile with the one i haven't seen in a while. Then walk home.

Take a shower.

Eat the pie. It was pretty good, says a hungry person. Eating some of the lunch snacks as well. Probably a lot of calories but i'm not too concerned.

I fasted for 26 hours. Walked a fair bit too.

Surprised that i didn't feel any worse than that grumpy few hours in the morning. Surprised that it was that easy too. Nobody questioned me at rehab and the club lady was a little "you're not gonna eat any of it??". But let me took some home. I'll tell her it wasn't even that bad, i didn't mind the onion being a bit crunchy, and i thought it had enough salt. I'll also say i fell asleep shortly after, just as expected. Even if that won't happen. At least half of that would be true.

Can't waste free food, especially if you asked for it. That would be kinda,,,bad...

So now what, uhh...

I feel cold. and tired. and better about seeing all the crazy mfs. will probably lose my voice a bit tomorrow, i've talked for hours.

I was telling the pals about this whole 'possible ed relapse thing' one wish they got some thing like that as well and i told them i don't wish actual anorexia on anyone, that's a hell of it's own kind. Told em it's more about an attempt at coping and feeling so god awful shit in my body, i simply can't not-do anything about it for any longer. It can go down the same road as the first time, which i kinda don't want it to,,,, i'm too fond of my muscles and don't want to lose them now that i got some. And i might put way too much emphasis on that but i'm genuinely, so unhappy about my life and state right now, that having a single thing you can be even a little proud of, get's all of it. And i'm just little twisted in the head about all of it.

Outside of hopefully losing dead weight and getting into longer times of not having food without losing my fucking mind. I'm curious about that whole autophagy thing. Been for a looong time. Now i can try to work my way to that and hopefully see how that feels and what that does... Fixed my brain a little, i hope...

[genderbinarysunset]

Another one, on how misogynistic society impacts the plot of Nosferatu: I've seen Thomas come under fire for ignoring Ellen's wishes to stay and not take the Wallachia job, but I'd like to expand this out into a wider context that reveals how misogyny and the patriarchal system force this situation. I'll talk more about Thomas being infantilised in parallel with Ellen (inb4 comments, it's a feature of the system that even the most infantilised bottom-of-the-social-ladder man would be considered 'master' of his wife), but the framing we're given is: they're newly married, Thomas does not have a secure position but rather seems to be taking contracted work from Knock's firm, and they're already in debt (to Friedrich, Mr. Ur-Patriarchy). It's not just that Thomas wants money for them to have fine things, which Ellen protests that she doesn't need or want; they owe money that needs to be paid back. And we see later in the film that Friedrich's philanthropy is an easily-cracked facade when he rants to Ellen about getting her treatment. So there's some urgency to Thomas getting a salaried job. But more than that, they're operating in a society that does not allow Ellen to work. I mean, she could - there's a Les Mis rant inside me about women as factory workers but I'll fight back those demons - but it's not encouraged and wouldn't be looked upon well. Factor in the fact that she does seem to need some measure of constant medical care, and that she is prone to physically debilitating 'episodes' when separated from her Safe Person (Ellen Thomas codependency real), and it seems unlikely that her even getting work and shouldering the social judgment would be feasible. And blah blah men are so burdened by wielding the cheque and pen woe is them but do you see how a culture that denies women financial autonomy helps to create the scenario where Thomas takes a job even he doesn't want because a man higher up the ladder than him is dangling the opportunity for financial security in front of him (and also sending him as a lamb to the slaughter to be taken advantage of by Orlok). (And also Orlok as old nobility is actively utilising this system to literally lord over the townspeople, though this isn't as much a theme as it is in Dracula.) Idk maybe it's because I pay bills and taxes and owe on student loans but even where I would be content w a min wage job if it was a living wage (it wouldn't be), and I was only providing for myself, carefully breaking even wouldn't put a dent in my deeebt. (In Orlok's mind Ellen owes a debt too and he's coming to collect!)

[superbpoetrytheorist01]

THESE PAST FEW MONTHS I'VE BEEN ASKING QUESTIONS (!!!)

SO! Mfn, there were 2 little boys and this lady mfn being in my apartment after the Bitchems' Squad debacle. One night at the height of (1 COUNT 'EM ONEEE!) Me telling him I'll lmao post his ass to FB if he keep on effing playing with me. You know, the ujje. No draegs, no itty bitty twiddy dollar bills, no donuts because he takes the WHOLE MFn BOX BACK after a few hours. Fn f.

The lil boys was having a REAL FUN TIME looking at all the shit I had on the shelf and how cool my apartment was. Lol lame as-f. The real lil pleb was holding the big bulbous torch I got from a nazi bitch that likes to drive around but likes to not get any sex if he wants to try and control me. Bitch YOU? (I'm not even gonna say bitch me out. Bitch YOU?)

They haven't even seen the name brand torches I was starting a collection with... lol another bitch tried to steal my Bayek torch light, I posted it on FB next he could suddenly be found mfn stalker was cowering to the words "It's on in heaven or in hell, forever." Thinking I'll forget or be nice. [Hood coward.]

Fuckin bitch liked me too much.

Anyways...

ONE NIGHT. JMan, Rudeahh Booty Boy, and Titus the litti bitti boodyguard come to my door with the keys they somehow have for it. Either they copied them or stole them, but either way they buh bumped the door and I've FOREVER AND A DAY been trying to understand why THREE TF THREE people don't just barge their way in. I'm on the line, the door crack, tryna offer him a "Cardi deal" (from the business lady getting plays and ways down to the Caribbean niggas) TO: TWOOO: Go away forever without getting arrested, letting me sleep for tonight. They coulda actually met me outside later. But they kept fucking playing with me. Little kittens. Stupid bitches. My boody guard was cool tho. after a while, and this is what I didn't say: Y'all. This is what tripped me up:

[They were afraid of the knife.]

After getting tired of me not wanting to have the ugliness of violence and the tediousness of the explanation phase be upon me, to make the whole thing not on me,

when they separated from the middle of the hallway to apparently gang up on Titus, and they were stepping in ballerina counts towards Titus,

[DISOBEYING ME] when I told them to desist.

and right now I gotta mention they were buh bumping the door mfn at least every minute or few minutes.

Before they got to the middle of the hallway, which was my door, I tossed the knife to Titus cause I knew she could handle herself if it came down to protecting herself. AND in the best way. It should've been fun to get them legally. Fuckin retards.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

THE FUCKING KNIFE.

[Goes in and out from under the door.]

GUESS WHO FUCKING IS DOING IT.

LMAO

TITUSSSS LMAO

WTF?

I go WTF.

So are they or aren't they saying open the door anymore?

Bitch...when I tell you...

Bitch.

YESSSSS (mf!)

THEY ARE: still

KEYWORD: STILL

MF

telling me to open the door, but I guess this time it's cause she'll get hurt... same same but DIF-FER-ENT!

MFS REALLY WANTED ME TO CALL THE POLICE.

Idk if they knew that the phone Titus had was sitting there ON in the fucking kitchen next to the door, or if they were gonna wait until ( ... )

No, you get it. Bitch ass bitches really got away without me saying the world to them, or making them do sexual acts. Yeah, that sounds bad, maybe I would've told them to do it as rent or go away.

PEOPLE MAKE ME SO MAD WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY FOR THINGS, BUT CAN'T GET IT BECAUSE THEY'RE LYING.

They came through with some crushed up that Titus sneezy wondered her arm to while ALL OF ITTTT was sitting on my phone. Oh yeah, the retards stole my phone and tablet. They better not have given it to my stalker.

[Retards were probably there for that.]

CONTROL ME?

Hashtag you're not doing it right, retard.

[I just remembered that part about how I had the knife first a few days ago.]

I knew something was retarded cause if ALL I HAVE TO DO is press a few numbers, tell them what happened, wait for the (metaphorical or not) mess to be cleaned up, mfn go on about my day, then NAWWW- lemme deel wit sum retards.

-- This was a story, "better than drugs".

[darkwaveho]

Favors

College Au

Summary: All you wanted was to eat breakfast in peace the universe had other plans for you.

parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader, Kate Bishop x reader (platonic)

warnings: 18+, Jealousy, cursing, Drug mention, sexual innuendos, harassment, food porn?? or food play idk I’ll just put both just to be safe dkskdjs

Happy Earth Day! enjoy more of Stoner Wanda 😌😮‍💨

part 1  part 3

You spent the rest of the morning avoiding Kate’s text messages after she dragged you to that hell hole Aka where Wanda Maximoff resides, after your 8 am class you settled on sitting in the lounge going over your notes. even now it seemed like nobody would shut up about Tony's party tonight. Maybe you’re just cranky for being forced to get up at the ass crack of dawn for Kate. You barely went to parties maybe that's why Kate was pushing you to go to this one. You just weren't in the mood to party or be around that environment. Tony's party is on another level from any regular college party you would have to mentally prepare for it. you're brought out of your thoughts at the sudden movement of a body sitting next to you brushing your shoulder in the process. you turn to the figure that interrupted your thoughts just to be met with the person you were trying so hard to avoid.

"Kate, I'm not in the mood, okay? the answer is still no"

"Oh, come on why won't you just go with me, pleaseee?"

"Why do you want me to go so badly?"

"For one you've been too focused on schoolwork, and I just want to have fun with my friend at a stark party. come onnn we can get wasted together ya know for memories and stuff" you said you wouldn’t fall victim to her adorable puppy eyes, but it looks like you’re losing this battle

you roll your eyes "I'll think about it"

"Well, that's a step forward from a flat out no"

"Thats all you get for now, take it or leave it"

"I'll take it!" she leaps forward locking you in a tight bear hug, seriously what was so special about this party? "I have to get to class but I'll see you later?" she stands from the chair and gathers her bag. waiting for your reply

"Maybe, maybe not"

"You're very difficult you know that?"

you shrug in return, and gather you own things after a while. You skipped a proper breakfast this morning so head to the coffee shop for your favorite pastry. you were also supposed to meet someone here why not settle in early. before you can grab the door handle you feel a hand on your arm. what was with people today and touching you? only this time the hand that touched you made you want to forget about the muffin and starve a little longer until you got back to your dorm room.

"Good morning, beautiful" her eyes lowly hooded with a shade raging crimson. she must've had her morning smoke session and was in need of a snack. she circles you like a shark does its prey in the ocean, Standing between you and your destination. you don't greet her; you try and ultimately fail at maneuvering around her to finally get inside the coffee shop.

"You're not gonna speak to me? that's not very nice. I thought you had good manners" she pouts

"Hi" you keep the greeting short and dry "Now are you gonna move?"

She leans forward bringing her voice just above a whisper "We're gonna have to work on your manners baby, but I'll allow it this time”

You ignore the chills running down your spine caused by her calling you 'baby'. "Whatever" you move around her and before you can reach the door again, she beats you to it. smacking your hand away from the handle

“I got it, after you my love" she gives you a dopey smile and bites her lip as you stare at her for a moment and make you way through the door.

before you make it to the counter you notice the worker that normally serves you sending you a wide Colgate smile "Hey Y/n, you want your usual?" 

"Yes, please" you mirror the smile she sent you in greeting

"Oh, so you do have manners just not for me?" she startled you, why was she still near you? would she even be coming in here if she didn't see you at the door? you ignore her as you wait for your order. Finding the menu board more interesting than ever before.

Wanda's curious about you, about what you like, what you dislike. she wants to know you. "What's your usual?" she's met with silence. you turn to face her when she's already looking at you, her eyes never left you. “I said-” before Wanda gets the chance to finish, your name is being called by the barista as she’s holding your order up.

She’s waving her hand eagerly "Y/n, I got you all set " You swiftly move away from Wanda and what seemed like was heading to an intense moment. You’ll have to find a way to repay her for saving you.

"Thank you, Carmen" you give her a smile as you reach for your debit card. you're stopped by Wanda when she places her debit card on the counter instead. honestly, you’re surprised she even has a debit card she looks more like a cash only type of person.

"Put your card away baby, it’s my treat" she sends you a wink and turns back to the barista

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house" Carmen slides Wanda's card back across the counter and focuses on you not sparing Wanda a glance as she does the action.

She's never given you anything on the house before. what was so different today? "Really?" your shocked expression makes her giggle a bit

"Yeah, looks like you’re having a rough day” her eyes briefly land on Wanda. “I’m just trying to make it better" Wanda doesn't like this Carmen person. The way she’s talking to you, how she's looking at you, and how she barely could do her job, Carmen didn’t even ask Wanda about her order yet. she wonders if the person in charge of this place would like to hear about employees giving free things away.

"So does everyone get something on the house, or does it only apply to printcessa over here?" Wanda asks with a tilt of her head and narrowed eyes. she’s silently threating her with just one look. "I'll take a blueberry muffin, actually make that two, on the house of course" she gives the girl a smug look. Wanda thought it was only fair she got something free out of this as well if she couldn't pay for your food.

“Uh, yeah” Carmen moves to gather the muffins and places them inside a bag. while her back is turned, you pinch Wanda's shoulder.

"Ouch! what was that for?" Turning her body to face you while she rubs her shoulder

You give her a stern look like a mother would a troubled toddler "You're an asshole, why would you do that? she was just being nice”

"Yeah, being nice. Not flirting with coffee and free baked goods at all" she rolls her eyes. and you scuff grabbing your items off the counter and finding an empty table to sit at.

you have a small moment of peace as you eat your muffin and drink your coffee until the chair across from you is being scrapped across the floor. Wanda. “You know I wouldn’t mind if you pinched me again, preferably my nipples but I’m down for other places too” she wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

"Don't you have something better to do other than stalk me Maximoff?" she thinks for a moment. “Nope, and even if I did anything involving you would be much more interesting" 

she studies you for a moment, just the way you do small simple things like taking pieces of your muffin apart instead of just biting into it has her stomach filled with butterflies. she bites her lip and wait for you to stop chewing. “Let’s talk about you”

 “What about me?” you ask her before taking another sip of coffee

“Did you not eat breakfast this morning? You need to take better care of yourself” she bites into her blueberry muffin with frantic bites, and blueberry filling smeared on her cheek like a child. Did she always eat like this or was it just because of the high? “It seems like I’m not the only one that skipped a proper meal this morning” she replies back with her mouth full, and she had the nerve to talk about your manners? hypocrite.

“Aww you’re worried about me? how adorable, how about next time you come make me breakfast instead? I’m thinking a breakfast in bed type of thing, you of course would be naked, what do you think?” you narrow your eyes and watch with a look of disgust, was she always this horny and straightforward with every victim that falls to their knees for her? or was she only this way around you? it’s also not helping the sickness in your stomach with the way she’s shoving the baked good into her mouth.

"Do you always eat things this sloppy?" you nod your head in her direction

Wanda stops mid bite and deviously smirks at you

"Would you like to find out?" she giggles when you’re visibly caught off guard by another sexual charged comment. She thinks this is funny, was this a game to her? Wanda dips her head low to catch your eye "But to answer your question yes, if I'm hungry enough for it my only focus would be craving my hunger"

"My only focus would be on what I'm eating and completely devouring it, down to there’s nothing left"

"Like this muffin, it's my favorite and I love blueberries." she takes the last piece of the muffin and sticks her finger in the middle of it. she pops it into her mouth and chews the last piece.

"Would you like a taste?" holding her finger out in front of you. when you don't answer her, she brings her finger back up to her mouth and sucks the remaining blueberry filling from her finger while remaining eye contact with you. wanting to play with you some more she lets out a soft moan while releasing her index finger from her lips. you can't look away no matter how hard you try, the ache in between your legs grows stronger and stronger each second you spend staring at her. 

While you’re lost in thought Wanda takes the opportunity to lean forward “Open your mouth” she smirks finding enjoyment in the way you slightly part your lips for her, she’s not even sure you’re aware of what your body is doing on its own.

“There you are Y/n!” You finally get the will to look away from Wanda when your eyes land on the person you were waiting on.

You let out a breath of relief “About time Daisy, I thought you ditched me”

“Never, I got a little carried away in coding class, but it looks like you have company” she looks down at Wanda.

“Johnson”

“Maximoff”

Feeling some sort of tension, you start gathering your things breaking both of them out of the staring contest they found themselves in. no longer wanting to stay here you need to get fresh air dealing with Wanda was a lot to handle.

“Let’s just go to yours Daisy” The two of you exchange smiles for a moment, something was going on and Wanda was definitely getting to the bottom of it. she thinks of different ways she can get Daisy away from you if her intentions are to steal you away from her. Yes, you were Wanda’s even if you didn’t know it yet.

“I’m cool with that let me go to the restroom and we can go” you nod as she walks away. Wanda watches Daisy’s figure disappear around the corner to the restroom before she speaks again. clinching her jaw, you can tell she’s annoyed about Daisy.  “What’s that about?”

You know what she’s talking about, but you play dumb anyway, why is it any of her business who you were seen with? “What?”

Her voice rises in volume slightly the more you continue this conversation “You and Johnson”

“Not that it’s any of your business demon spawn but we’re hanging out” demon spawn? Wanda thought of herself as an angel, no one’s ever called her that before at least not to her face. Was she insulted by it? yes, but did it also turn her on? yes. she loves how you’re not afraid to speak your mind when it comes to her. part of her mind goes to having the pleasure of taming you and your mouth when she finally gets you to her bed.

“Is that all she’s doing?” She grips the table with so much force the veins in her hands are on the verge of breaking through her skin. You give her a questioning look as you notice her hands; she follows your gaze and relaxes her hold on the marble table. when it’s clear you won’t answer her question, she tries to steer the conversation back to a lighter mood.

"I enjoyed our breakfast date, maybe we can get dinner next time" you don’t reply, and you wonder what’s taking Daisy so long turning your head toward the restroom door, before you can move any further away from the table Wanda grabs your hand. When did she get closer to you and how did you not hear her? She grabs her muffin bag and holds it out to you.

“Here take it, I have a feeling you’ll really like it” She smiles while you only stare at her outreached hand holding the bag, until her patience runs thin. with her free hand pulling you closer to her with much force you didn’t know she possessed.

“I said take. the. muffin. detka.” you grab the bag and start retreating away from her before she grabs you again. Her voice lowers a few octaves, while looking at you intensely. “No goodbye kiss?” The way she could be so demanding and dominant and then switch to being soft and bubbly scared you. In that moment you thank the heavens for Daisy finally returning, you don’t know what Wanda would’ve done after you rejected her and you don’t want to find out. “Bye, Maximoff” you remove your hand from her iron grip and make a bee line for Daisy and the front door.

As you exit the coffee shop all Wanda can think about is how she loved the effect she had on you and all she did was eat a muffin. the number of things and ideas that pop up in her head about what she wants to do to you, how she wants to play with you, how she wants you making cute uncontrollable noises under her, and because of her; has her internally leaping with excitement.

"I'll see you tonight, Y/n"

[stormblessed95]

You married Jikookers, whenever point out some jkk moments as wierd, always say this happens in your married life, you and your partner have moments like that and explain it away. So lemme give some examples and say how you will feel if that happen in your life. Just very few examples. Let's see how logical it's to think Jkk is a irl couple .

Please don't give me some old links of yours as I've read all of that. I want how YOU, as a wife will feel about these when it happen in your life

1. You saying your husband always comes to your room to hang out and your husband immediately explains its because your room is close to him. How you feel ? The same thing Jimin must've felt.

2. Your guys friend saying he's gonna kiss you because of the way you look at him as a joke infront of your husband. How will that feel ? It's same for JK.

3. Your husband calling your common friend as the most good looking person he have ever seen. How it will feel ?

4. Your husband flirting openly in his sm, calling his followers pet names, replying as their bf/husband, fueling Y/N agenda and you are expected to accept is because it's part of his 'Job' when none of his colleagues do the same.

How does it feels when you put yourself in JK's or JM's shoes and if a moment like that happen in real life ?

I debated on answering this or just blocking you for being rude. But idk how many times I have to say every couple is going to have different relationship boundaries. Every single one. Just because you or I wouldn't be okay with something, doesn't make it wrong in another relationship if they are okay with it.

But sure. I'll answer this with more personal tidbits. Just for me to get to block someone else later today yelling at me for relating everything back to my personal life 😂 or maybe even you when you come back pissy about my answers because they weren't what you wanted.

1. THEY ARE TEASING EACH OTHER. When they say or do things like this. They are TEASING EACH OTHER. Teasing each other is lowkey a love language and sooooo many couples (at least the fun ones) do this. And yes, I tease my partner and he teases me back all the time. Including downplaying and joking around about the things we do. Such as this morning: "Omg Storm, personal space is a thing, jeez" he says and I snuggle up in our bed before waking up this morning. "Don't flatter yourself" I reply " its cold and I'm only using you for your body heat." And we both laugh and then kiss before getting up to take care of our kids and getting ready for the day. Among other examples of jokingly giving excuses and/or calling each other annoying/names as we do cute coupley shit or talk about it with our friends/each other. Also Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds? The way they tease and talk about each other so much and go out of their way to make jokes about each other but also are so clearly in love? What about them anon?

2) some of my husband's good friends he met through a work friend are polyam. And VERY openly flirty with everyone. The VERY first time I met them, one cracked a joke about getting my husband naked. Took me off guard at first. Eventually I educated myself a bit more about the difference between polyam and open relationship, realized this is just how they all are with each other and the people they are close to. It wasn't that she wanted my husband, not even close. She wasn't flirting with my husband for real. She would have also very willingly and since had in the future made similar jokes to/about me. She wasn't interested in either of us more than plantonically. Neither was her husband or either of their other partners. And so therefore, I realized that the jokes are just jokes and it's not something that should bother me and it wasn't meant as anything disrespectful. Therefore, i can now participate in and enjoy the jokes as well. My husband and I have a group chat with one other person, my best friend, who is also the mom of my kids best friend. My husband has that group chat titled in his phone as "my wives." Neither of us are actually interested in marrying or even slightly romantically/sexually attracted to my friend. It's platonic and yet, the She is our wife joke gets made CONSTANTLY. Related but also not, in Grey's anatomy remember when Callie moved in breifly with Derek and Meredith. And Meredith accidentally kissed Callie goodbye right after kissing her husband goodbye on like auto pilot? Lol

3. Idk what kind of relationships you are in, but alot of them, alot, are couples who enjoy looking and appreciating beautiful people together. And my husband literally said to me the other day "man, Jimin is like the most attractive person in the world. How do you feel knowing you settled?" Lol just for me to reply in kind about how it's a good thing I'm so attracted to him then, in detail, which yall don't need the rest of that story about where that went afterwards. Not to mention that appreciating people's beauty objectively together, as a couple, it's even more common in queer relationships than between two cishets together as well too. Just saying.

4. "None of his colleagues" wow I can't believe you forgot all of Yoongis flirting with ARMY. Man has proposed to us multiple times and accepted multiple proposals too. Literally signed an ARMYs marriage documents they brought at a fansign. Calling armys his girlfriends and giving pet names etc. I'm actually offended at the Yoongi slander here anon! My man is a flirt!! Don't forget it!

As for personal tidbits, I can't address this. Neither my husband nor I are famous or interact with a fanbase. @chikooritajjk flirts with me in my comment section at times though, as have a few other people, both of us very committed to our partners. I have a friend who jokes about if my husband is finally going to sign up to be poly and let her be my girlfriend. I'll redirect to point number 2 again about my husband's flirty friends. And end this with a question about if you question actors relationships and require the same validation of their relationship after they are in movies where they are making out with their costars but going home to their spouse? Because same thing really? But on an even lesser scale because these are faceless people online and not someone whose tongue you are sucking on. I mean, just saying.

Married with his wife:

Acting as Jim and Pam (with not his wife):

Probably not the answers you are hoping for anon. Sorry, but that's them. It's okay, you or anyone else are Free to now come ranting into my inbox about it. I'll be looking forward to it! Ultimately it again, comes down to how my boundaries, your boundaries, Jungkooks boundaries, Jins boundaries, my neighbors boundaries and your moms boundaries in relationships (all relationships. Platonic and romantic etc) will all be different. And that's okay. It's okay to have a line in the sand that you aren't okay with and it's okay for people in relationships that have nothing to do with you to not have that same line.

EDITING BECAUSE I HAVE TO ADD LMFAO I brought up Blake and Ryan in point 1, but an additional point including them....

Remember how Ryan Reynolds kissed Andrew Garfield just for giggles at the Golden Globes? And Blake laughed her ass off over it? Yeah, are we going to say they aren't a couple or married now too? 🤣🤣

Everyone's boundaries are different friends.

[thepenultimateword]

hi i really like ur writing and uh maybe could we maybe get werewolf hero and villan who has to deal with them in their big woofer form maybe angst bc hero doesnt recognize villain and attacks them idk oki bye 👉👈

Ok, but I was seriously thinking about how I wanted to write something with werewolves the day before receiving this ask, so thank you! Sorry, it took a bit, I was on vacation and didn't have a lot of writing time.

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The dirt roads on the outskirts of the city didn't have streetlights, but Villain had never been queasy about walking in the dark. And even if they had been, tonight's full moon was so bright they could even read the NO TRESPASSING sign on the border fence before they climbed over it.

The tinkle of chainlink echoed out between the inky contours of trees, and Villain's boots hit the dirt with a resounding thump. Villain had come to love this relaxing night walk, the rustle of wind in the leaves, the scent of fresh wood and turned-up earth, it all just had a way of calming them, not to mention the mint plants here produced a much tastier flavor than anything they could buy in the store. It was a shame that they couldn't walk it during the day. Stupid rich people and their private property.

Villain spread their arms out against the gentle brush of warm wind, and let the chirp of crickets, the creak of branches, and the rush of distant water wash over them.

A sharp crack snapped their eyes open. They saw nothing, but carefully trained reflexes dropped them into a defensive stance anyway. That had not been the light snap of a twig, whatever was out there was big.

Probably a deer, they convinced themself after several moments of silence and forced themselves to straighten their back. Still, the hair on the back of their neck refused to go down, so as they continued down their well-worn footpath, they scooped a palm-sized rock off the ground.

"Just taking a lovely walk through the woods," Villain sang to themself nervously, hoping it would calm them down. "It's so normal, right now. Just regular old night noises."

Leaves crunched violently behind, and Villain whipped around.

"It's boring it's so normal," Villain said, walking backward now. Villain was sure they'd taken on much greater than whatever was in this forest, but the not seeing it made them more fearful than usual. "I...I guess I'll just get that mint and head straight home. Like any other...uneventful...peaceful...predictable ni--"

Their heel caught on a half-buried rock, sending them sprawling backward. They scrambled in the damp leaves, heart jumping into their throat. Another loud snap broke the night and in a moment of impulsive fear, Villain chucked the rock in that direction.

Something let out a canine yelp, followed by a low, grating growl. It did not run as Villain had hoped. A mess of tangled, pale hair rose from the bushes. What even was--

In a flurry of movement, the thing was upon them. Villain's breath burst out of them as their back beat the forest floor. Their arms moved automatically, catching the creature's face mid-lunge. All its weight pressed down on Villain's chest, and hot breath blew out inches above their face. Massive fangs glinted in the moonlight, snapping at air and dripping saliva.

"Please," Villain gasped at the stars.

Their arms trembled under the creature's determined press and the gap between them got smaller and smaller with every second. The sour of blood tinted the air as a fang scraped their cheek. Villain's clammy palms slipped against the creature's fur, and a feral cry ripped from their throat.

The animal abruptly froze. Seconds later, a large, wet nose pressed against Villain's hair, snuffling its way over their face and neck. The creature sat back on its haunches with a huff of breath.

Villain wanted to run, but their limbs had gone slack in that moment of certain death and now they just helplessly lay there, the cold of the leaves seeping through their shirt. Slowly, the strength returned to their limbs, and they carefully sat up, breath shuddering, one hand still held protectively over their face.

The creature sat mere feet away, watching them. It was like a wolf, but bigger, much bigger. It also had a shorter snout, broader shoulders, and bigger teeth.

"What in the world..."

Villain had never seen anything like it. Was it a mutation? Or a breed they didn't know about. The creature tilted its head sideways at them, fluffy tail cautiously thumping the earth. The thing was almost cute now that it wasn't on top of them, but Villain wasn't about to ignore how close it had come to ripping their face off.

The creature shifted onto their stomach, and something silver glinted against their broad chest. Villain leaned in a little closer. A dog tag hung on a chain around its neck. So this thing was a pet?

"Good...dog thing," Villain said very slowly, very cautiously reaching out to it. The creature didn't react this time, and Villain gingerly took the tag in their hand, doing their best to make out the engraved words.

I am friendly, please don't shoot me

Villain nearly laughed. They didn't know what was more ridiculous, the fact that a shooter would never see the tag until the wolfish creature was already shot, or the blatant lie that the thing was even a little friendly.

"You know what would have been more helpful?" Villain said to the dog. "If your owner put down anything useful. Like a name. Or a phone number."

More tail thumping.

Villain looked around for any sign of another person, but the only things they saw traversing this forest were shadows. And if no one had heard their earlier racket, the owner probably wasn't anywhere nearby.

"Are you lost?" they asked, hesitantly running a hand through the dirt and sticker-filled fur. "This is private property you know. A reservation. I don't think the owner wants unknown dogs roaming around."

The wolf licked their wrist. Villain's heart melted.

"You're not so bad. Who am I to judge a dog for trying to kill someone? I try to kill people all the time. It's not our fault people freak us out."

Villain gave the wolf another pat before clambering to their feet and continuing to their usual mint picking spot. The wolf-dog trotted along behind them, so Villain kept a close watch on it out of the corner of their eye, readying themself for the possibility of a second attack. It never came. They picked their mint in peace and walked back to the fence. They scaled it back out the same way they'd come in. When they turned back, the wolf stared at them with big, sad eyes through the chainlink. They couldn't leave the dog behind. Who knew what the landowner would do to it.

Villain looked the fence up and down. The dog was bigger than normal. Maybe it could jump?

"Come on!" Villain called, patting their legs. "Come on!"

Jumping to its feet and tongue lolling out gleefully, the wolf charged straight through the fence. Metal screeching as it broke and twisted, leaving a massive hole in the chainlink.

Villain gaped. "That...was not what I was expecting. But good job! What a good little vandalizer. Yes, yes you are. Now come on, my house is this way."

Once they reached home, Villain spent the next 20 minutes, dragging the wolf away from the toilet, the garbage can, and anything else valuable or disgusting the thing could get into. Monstrous or not, it was like any other dog.

"You're such a handful," Villain sighed, flopping down exhausted on the couch. The gargantuan dog dropped its muzzle on their knee, intelligent eyes flicking up at them as if in acknowledgment. Villain smiled and rubbed between the dog's ears. "But that's alright. So am I."

The wolf closed its eyes and panted happily.

"We can track down your owner later, or maybe I'll just keep you. Because really it's their fault for letting you roam free, and I could use a big scary animal around the place. I'll sic you on Hero."

The dog yawned, and Villain returned it. They stretched out a little further on the couch, resting their head on the pillows. "You'd hate them. Big and loud and pretentious. Not like us. Well, I guess you have the big thing covered, but you're not full of yourself over it. You're good." Villain's eyes drooped shut. "I can tell."

Thick darkness blanketed their mind before they knew what was happening. They didn't even realize they had fallen asleep until the blinding streams of light pouring through the blinds woke them the next morning.

A light snore from the floor reminded Villain all at once of last night's events, and they rolled over on their side.

"Good morning, dogg--"

Villain froze. The rug was now absent of a monstrous dog. In its place, a human being, a stark naked one at that, was curled in an awkward ball of too-long limbs at the foot of their couch. Worse, they knew this particular human being on sight. It was their very own broad-shouldered, loud-mouthed, shaggy-haired Hero.

Part Two

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Sorry, I think this ended up a little different than what you were asking for, but by the time I realized that, I had already written a lot. So hopefully this is still ok. 😅

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

I’ll take the prompt! I haven’t written les mis fic in a while, and I think some ExR is just what I need

Ooooh amazing 😭😭😭 this is so fucking dumb but stick with me lol

So (very much) pining Enjolras is like omg I rly like Grantaire how can I get close to him and talk to him and show I like him 🥺 and then he's like omg! Great idea! I'll go to that weight lifting class he runs!!!! He's always saying he wants more of us to join!

So he goes to the class and then finishes it and spends the next 2 days with his entire body ACHING. And he's like fuck no. There has to be another way.

But then next time Grantaire sees him he's like "Hey Apollo, how come you didn't come back to the class? 🥺" Cut to Enjolras lacing up his gym shoes like FUCK.

And then idk classes and stretching and rubbing out cramps and muscle aches and then they kiss and date and a few months later it's spring and Enjolras wears a short sleeved t shirt for the first time in a while and everyone's like what the fuck since when do you have muscles

Idk I just want something funny and cute and silly and fluffy, I want Enjolras struggling to lift his arms over his head and walk upstairs because his limbs feel like jelly, and Combeferre and Courfeyrac cracking a rib laughing at his pain, I want Enjolras to realise that as well as getting to flirt with Grantaire, he's actually making process and gaining muscle and maybe even having fun!!! Also no this is not at all inspired by my current gym kick why on earth would you ask.

[hwangsies]

just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

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"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

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After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

-

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

-

a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

[symphonicmetal101]

OM Reacts to MC Towel Dropping on Live(?)

Saw this. Other WIPS can wait, here we go.

Shorter than usual, sorry.

LUCIFER

You waltzed into his office with a towel wrapped around yourself, and your phone angled down on yourself.

Levi and Asmodeus had given you a shoutout, and as payment, you were supposed to try and prank Lucifer.

As you walked in, you explained to your viewers that you were dressed in just a towel because you lost a bet to Mammon, (lies), but you had promised a tour of HOL for them, and of course, you would deliver

Lucifer was glaring at you the whole time, not pleased that you had interrupted his workflow.

"Sorry Lucifer!" You turned to leave, but faked a gasp as you dropped the towel.

His head shot up, but upon seeing you dressed, he returned to his work.

"You'll come by later for your punishment." Was it for the prank? Was it for the interruption? We'll never know.

MAMMON

You had lost a bet to Asmo, so now you had to give a tour of HOL on live while wearing just a towel.

You weren't completely comfortable with that, so you compromised on pranking Mammon by making him think you were naked and live-streaming.

You walked into his room, explaining the bet, and how you weren't wearing anything underneath.

His head immediately shot up from his phone and he approached you as you went on about his room and where you were headed next. You were interrupted by Mammon asking, "Are ya sure the towel is a good idea? Any bet with Asmo is sure ta be a bad one."

"No, it's fine. Besides, I don't back out of stuff like this."

But just as you saw him get close, you gasped as the towel started to fall.

He was quick to react, grabbing you around the waist, spinning you around, and slapping your phone out of your hand, and yelling, "THIS IS WHY YA DON'T DO BETS WITH ASMO!"

He was still facing the opposite way when you started to laugh hysterically.

"OI, HUMAN, THIS AIN'T SOMETHIN TO LAUGH-" he had turned to look at you, and saw that you still had clothes on.

He basically dropped you and went to go pick up your phone instead.

He pointed it back at you, "Here's MC everyone, in all their glory." You were red in the face, doubled over while laying on the floor, and laughing your ass off still

A couple incoherent words came out, until you glanced at your phone and saw a new crack.

Your voice and face dropped to complete seriousness. "Mammon....you cracked my phone."

His eyes widen, and in a moment of desperation he starts running away, phone still in hand, and your viewers hearing you yell and chase after him

LEVIATHAN

He knew you were planning on live streaming today- you had told him that so you were able to enter his room without knocking or startling him.

He had only turned for a moment to glance at the door, to make sure it really was only you, however something seemed off

What was "off" was you wearing a towel instead of clothing

"M-MC! WHY ARE YOU IN ONLY A TOWEL?!!" His face was bright red, and his hand covered his mouth. He was trying not to stare at you, but the temptation was very strong.

You paused for a moment. You must have forgotten to tell Levi you were planning a prank on Mammon for this stream as well.

Unfortunately for Levi, he was too easy to tease.

"Oh? It was a dare. I'm hoping it doesn't fall off, but it's slipped a couple times already-"

Levi made a noise that can't accurately be explained, but he was clearly embarrassed.

"It's ok, I'll go now." However as soon as you turned around, you let the towel fall.

Levi moved at light speed with his demon form out, using his hands to grab your phone and his tail to push you out and close the door, panicking.

You waited for a few seconds outside his door.

Once he opened his door, he bashfully handed you your towel and phone with his head hung in defeat. He had read the comments on what had happened.

"Stupid normie....don't do that again."

SATAN

"And now the library, where our resident bookworm, Satan, thrives."

Satan didn't even bother looking up, he just put a finger to his lips, "shhhh."

You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, can you give us a brief history of the library Satan?"

He looks up at you this time, is about to respond, but closes his mouth and cocks his eyebrow at you.

"...Yes, but first tell me why you're in a towel."

"I felt like it." You sauntered over to him, standing next to him while he sat on the couch.

"Yeah, ok." You were shocked when he pulled the towel down. Obviously you were wearing clothes underneath, but it had shocked you nonetheless.

"Satan! Why did you do that?!" You tried to pout, but his low chuckle made it difficult to keep up your facade.

"You don't just decide to wear a towel as clothes. Also, at that point, your camera wasn't on you, so even if you were naked underneath, I would have had the best view in the Devildom, and no one else."

You blushed slightly and cursed him for ruining your prank, but he just chuckled.

"MC, maybe next time have a better answer."

ASMODEUS

"Please MC?! It would be so cute!"

Asmo had been begging you to do a tiktok trend where one partner would walk in on the other naked. He wanted to stage it so he could practice his reaction face.

"Asmo, no. Also, wouldn't you want it to be genuine?"

He sighed, but agreed it would be better that way.

So when you popped into his room wearing a towel and phone in hand, he got really excited.

"Ooh~ MC! What's going on, love?" He leaned back in his bed, taking you in.

You give him a sultry look and dropped the towel, the camera in front of you to record his face when you revealed your outfit.

"O- aw MC! That outfit is adorable!" He got up and came up to you, and whispered in your ear, loud enough for your viewers to hear, "but it would look even more stunning on my floor."

He leaned back leaving you flustered and waving at your viewers.

BEELZEBUB

You walked into the kitchen with just your towel on

At first Beel thought you just got hungry while you were in the shower, and since your room is nearby, you decided to get a snack before changing.

But then he heard you talking on the phone

Well, to the phone.

Was that a video?

He slowly came up behind you

"....MC, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hey Beel. I'm just doing a livestream-"

"In a towel?" He finished.

"Uh, yeah. I lost a bet, so now I have to stream in just thi-"

Two things happened. Your towel started to slip forward unintentionally and...

Beel had put it back up and wrapped you in his sweater.

"Wear this for now. The bet said nothing about me interfering, right?"

You wrapped his sweater closer to yourself and thanked him.

"Do you want to eat with me before you go?"

BELPHEGOR

Man's was asleep, ofc, but you were about as quiet as an airplane when you came into the room.

He pretended to still be asleep so that you would come closer, he didn't care that you were live streaming.

"And this heap contains a Belphegor in his natural habitat."

His eyes opened slightly, only to see you in a towel. He thought he was sneaky, but you had seen him

So you let the towel drop

And that was probably the quickest Belphie has ever moved. He pulled you into his blankets so fast you dropped your phone.

"....wait..you were dressed?" Your laughter answers his question.

"How dare you. You're stuck with me now. Tell your viewers you'll stream another time."

Ok, I might do the others later, but idk.

@mmysticm @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads

Hopefully you guys like this✌

Masterlist

[niskoo]

Memories kept in the pink hoodie

pairing: Ex! Heeseung x reader

genre: angst, fluff in the end ig, breakup! AU

warnings: swearing, uhhh they like break down together

word count: 2.2k words OMG

a/n: another one of my requests!! thank you all for the ideas its really helping!! mmm this one was very interesting to write because i usually write crack/fluff, aaannndd ive literally never done anything ive written IURHWIU thank you for the great idea anon <33 THIS HELPED SO MUCH OMG USUALLY MY ANGST SUCKS BUT IM PRETTY PROUD OF THIS AAAA ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT REALLY WHAT YOU WANTED IDK THERE ALWAYS HAS TO BE FLUFF IN MY IMAGINES IG 😓😭

feel free to request and help get rid of my writers block!!

a bit based off of 'try again' by jaehyun and d.ear

You should've known the consequences of dating an idol, you should've been careful. Of course they wouldn't let you be together, he's in one of the rising groups, heck, he was in one of the biggest companies.

It wasn't necessarily the company's fault you were so heartbroken, it's both your faults. You couldn't help but blame each other for how careless you were. You know better than to make things worse, and yet you did.

The evening you go back to his dorm after being confronted by the company, you two started a huge argument of who's fault it was. Either it was his fault for not taking caution during work, or your fault for always checking up on him. All loving actions in the past became reasons for why you should break up, thus cracking your relationship further.

When you went home that night, with your backpack full of your things, you did nothing. You didn't cry, you didn't rage, you simply thought that this was the end, you felt guilty that it had to end like this, instead of just working it out and breaking it off peacefully.

Your heart was left cracked and hurt for sure, but this time, you blame yourself. You shouldn't have met him, you shouldn't have got to know him, it's all your fault. And for the first time that night, you cry.

Your heart clenched at every thought of having to leave Heeseung, more tears falling at the fact that he's not gonna be a part of your life anymore. He's gone, and it's all your fault.

It's when you unpack your things when you realize you still have a bunch of things left at his place, you realize you never want to go back and face him.

You leave your stuff there for the next 2 days, your heart still unready to confront and be reminded of the fact that Heeseung is gone. Unfortunately, he has other plans.

Your phone lights up, and the last name you want to see is lighting the phone up.

'Hey... you left some of your stuff.'

You instantly turn your phone off, breaths picking up as you quickly look away from it and finish your lunch. You can feel the anxiety filling your body as you notice it light up once again, and it swarms in your chest even more when your mother winces at the next text.

You put down your spoon, quickly glancing at the text.

'If you want, you can come by and pick them up? I'll pack them for you...'

Your heart clenches yet once again, you know it's true, literally half your stuff is still there and you have to pick them up. You unlock your phone, quickly sending an 'okay' before completely shutting your phone down. You wouldn't stand a second more looking at his contact.

You decide to go at 11, because that's when the other members are at the company training. You don't know if Heeseung's gonna be there to give you your things, a part of you hopes he is, another hopes he's not there. But then again, who else would open the door for you?

You stand outside the familiar door nervously, picking on your nails and the lint on the hem of your cardigan. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and instead of your ex boyfriend standing there it's the youngest of the group, his eyes wide and puffy lips parted.

As usual, he woke up late. You can't help but chuckle as he picks his shoes up and scurries down the stairs, bidding him a friendly goodbye.

You almost forget about Heeseung, but as you hear shuffling from inside, it all comes back.

You two share awkward glances, the tension slowly building itself back up. Instead of the heated, rage filled tension, this time the tension is guilty, and without each other knowing, yearning.

“T-this way,” Heeseung mutters tightly, eyes glued to the ground as he shuffled quickly to the living room. You follow along just a few seconds later, still processing the fact that this is the end. He could be gone out of your life after this, it’s your last chance to speak.

Your eyes slowly travel up when you stop, the beating of your heart quickening with the slight burning in your eyes. Lo and behold, there your things laid, ready for you to bring back home. You can’t help but notice how it’s packed completely how Heeseung would pack, neat and with care. It’s not too stuffed, it’s in the perfect place.

Biting at the dead skin of your lip, you trudge towards the duffle bag—his duffle bag—and kneel down to grab the handle. The moment you pick it up, you notice how the bag isn’t fully zipped, and a certain pink sleeve peaks out from the tiny space.

All too familiar, the pink sleeve was. It was the one he took from Daniel in I-land. He knew you loved it, for you loved the kid like your little brother. But, he can’t. It’s his, it’s his favorite, he can’t just give it to his ex.

You instantly place the bag down, the tears starting to well up in frustration and sadness. You zip open the bag and take the pink hoodie out, before shoving it into Heeseung’s chest, “Take it, Heeseung, Please don’t give it to me.”

It takes him a few moments, before Heeseung is shaking his head and handing it back to you. “No, it’s practically yours anyway. And you really like it right? It’s just a-“

“Don’t tell me it’s just a hoodie!”

You both are shocked at your sudden burst, frozen in your spot. Your breathing is heavy, like a weight is holding it down and slowing your breathing. There are tears keeping your cheek moist, warm, they stream down continuously, the sensation as if there was fire dripping from your eyes and burning your skin.

Heeseung’s just on the verge of crying himself, the grip on the pink hoodie deathly, he feels the material ripping against his skin. How did it come to this? When did it even happen? It all feels surreal, to think what you two had could fall apart.

All the happy moments in your relationship fading to memories, the hoodie representing the fact itself is true. None of you wanted to take it, afraid it would remind you of the other.

Deep down, you wanted to keep it, keep the memories it held, keep the tears that once soaked it when you vented all your stress to him, keep the scent of Heeseung that lingered on the fabric. You were just too afraid of being reminded that along with the happy memories, came the sad memories of the night you fought and broke it off.

Your grip on the poor hoodie eases, as you slide to the floor helplessly with tears messing your face up. You desperately wanted to hold the pink piece of clothing and keep it forever, and another part of you cursed at you for being too vulnerable.

Your hand quickly wipes away the tears on your cheeks and chin harshly, almost hitting yourself for being so sensitive. Before you could do the action again, a softer grasp is stopping your hand, Heeseung’s other hand reaching up to brush the tears away dearly, blowing your hair away from your face.

Before you could even bring yourself to stop, you’re already reacting to his touch, cowering into his hold and placing your hand over his on your cheek, almost intertwining them together.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into his palm, your other hand reaching up to grasp at his t-shirt. You’re sorry for so many reasons, for not being careful, for all the things you said in the argument, for making a sudden commotion just because of a stupid hoodie. “I’m so sorry...”

“Shh, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Heeseung grabs you into his infamous embrace you would hate to leave, stroking your back with patterns just the way he knew you loved, just the way it would calm you down. “We’ll be alright.”

More tears fall between your eyelashes, dripping and soaking into Heeseung’s shoulder as he himself sniffles quietly into your hair. None of you want to leave each other behind, it’s the painful truth that you both can’t have, the truth you’ve always feared.

A sudden feeling of relief fills you up inside, his words reassure you in a way, we’ll be alright, you’ll be okay, it just had to leave his lips for you to believe it. You crawl closer to Heeseung, squeezing yourself in his bear hug, “We’ll be okay, we can make it right,”

A hoarse and hearty laugh leaves Heeseung, it shakes right by your ear as you press it against his chest, and he nods, “Yeah,”

He gently pulls your head back right in front of his, wiping the last of your tears and tucking the stray hairs back to the back of your ear, “Let’s just talk,” his whisper tickles your nose, causing you to lightly giggle at the feeling, his lips pressing softly against the pink tinted skin, “Make everything better?”

You nod, finally grasping at the pink hoodie and holding it tight to your chest as Heeseung laughs and bonks his forehead right on yours.

For the next few hours, you talk, make up, talk some more, maybe even a small cuddle, but that’s a secret. You make ramen for when the other members come back from practice, you feel happy to see the members thank you and eat with enthusiasm, you feel glad this is how your last moments together last.

Now you have the (practically ripped) pink hoodie in your arms as you bid the boys goodbye, slightly tearing up at the sight of them sadly waving, but you keep it in and continue your way back home, where you would tell your mom how you ended it on good terms.

And that night, you slip on the pink hoodie before you sleep, and you feel a piece of paper poking at your arm. You’re surprised to see a crumpled envelope poking out, your name written messily in blue ink.

You pull the envelope out quickly, opening it out with something bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you notice the handwriting as Heeseung’s.

‘My dear Y/n,

Hello there! I don’t know if i got the guts to make it right with you or if i pussied out and watched you as you drove away with regrets, but that’s what this letter is for. hopefully you didn’t throw this letter away hehe

i just wanted to thank you. for everything. your love, your care, your trust, Your happiness, thank you for everything you’ve given me. im sorry we had to end our journey, but know that you’ll be in my mind everyday. when we practice, I’ll remember your encouraging smile, when we win, I'll remember the fact that it’s you who gave me the courage to start this whole career.

i love you y/n. we’ll both probably find our other person in the future, but you’ll forever be in my heart as my first love, my first heartbreak, my best memory. thank you for helping me through my hardest times, thank you for helping the other boys through their worst times, especially jungwon, he’ll miss you the most.

i guess this is goodbye, y/n. not forever, of course, but for some time. thank you for everything, i hope you enjoyed the times we had together as much as i did.

with all the love in my heart,

Lee Heeseung :)’

You wipe at your tears for the nth time that day, folding the paper back into the envelope. “Fuck you Heeseung, you’ve ruined my makeup again!” You curse under your breath as you slip the letter into a certain box at the corner of your bedside table, patting your cheeks one last time.

You truly cherish the memories you had with Heeseung. You hope he does too.