#✶⋆.��꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ need a little bit of energy

[deanangel]

﹏﹏ ࣪ ˖ pairing : dean winchester x mermaid .ᐟ reader

synopsis: on a hunt sam and dean find out mermaids are real and they have to end the mother of them all, which brings them to you.

warnings: mentions of death , alcohol mentions (!reader is most definitely an alcoholic!) , mentions of having like no clothes?? ...

word count: 1.3k

the oceans waves crash against each other in a frenzy. the sky is grey and rain falls harshly against the waters as a storm comes in. villagers run to hide, for if they didn't the sea would take them. forever letting them find peace – well, death – in the salty waters. creating ruckus and fear was a pass-time of your mothers, after years of being a goddess and worshiped for her help, a flip must've switched in her head.

shaping her with rough hands into the monster she was today. you were not one to lie, even you had sunken ships and caused floods, but those days ended long ago–unless you were ordered otherwise.

once you realized that it wasn't needed. for all you wanted was the walk amongst the people, yet you were bound to the seafloor as long as she was alive.

her control over you was suffocating, until you could muster up the courage to take her down you would forever lay beneath the deep blue waters. marine life swarming around you as all you could do was watch with tearful eyes.

sea witch was what those whose eyes caught a glimpse of yours called you. it was a name that you didn't mind because you found peace in spells and potions.

you found yourself engrossed in whatever book fell victim to the ocean's grasp, specifically witches spell books that were tossed away by careless hunters, even if it was wet and well-ruined.

being around for centuries had its perks, only those who were blessed by the gods, you'd say, would ever get to try a pirates rum. the taste was strong and lingered on your tongue for hours-just how you liked it. who said mermaids couldn't drink? it shocked you that such a thing was created by the hands of mankind.

often swimming away from your mothers presence, seeking that of a humans instead. their energy was uplifting, calming even. you never met a soul whose being didn't bring you into a state of relaxation, even the most horror filled person still had good in their heart.

and, that was enough for you.

it never occured to you that your mothers actions would attract the likes of hunters, her voice declared the urgency for their disposal.

forcing you to deal with them.

you reluctantly swam towards their boat, with minimal effort you pushed it over, bending the waters to wrap around their forms effortlessly drowning them in such a way they would feel no pain.

even though the crismon liquid was nowhere in sight you knew in the back of your mind that their blood was on your hands now.

you needed a drink after this, so you swam beneath the rocks and into your small cavern like area. which was filled with shiny iridescent shells, sand dollars, and of course your favorite alcoholic beverage.

with how many pirates whose lives you'd taken you had enough rum to last you 100 more years, that's if you didn't drink the remaining bottles to the last drop. for you hadn't taken a life in decades, even if you'd done it many times before it still took a toll on your mental being.

the golden liquid slides down your throat, the slight burn that comes after providing you that feeling that you never want to get rid of. your fingers clench around the bottle, plump lips wrapping around the top as your head swings back to take in more.

while you were off somewhere drowning in your sorrows for what felt like eternity, your mother was in a bit of a predicament.

two hunters had her pinned down on land, a blazing fire raised atop of her form. she would've called out to you, but the heat and dry air depleted her magic rapidly. for if she was near water with what little strength she had left she could make a call to you, her precious daughter–little servant in her eyes. she had chained you down to the sea, if it wasn't for her you could be walking amongst them, the filthy humans.

she was not all evil, she still cared for you, albeit in a sick and twisted way, but she still cared. her body went up in flames before she could even think, screams echo throughout the wind, eventually reaching you.

a weight had seemed to be lifted off your shoulders at the same time. pulling the long empty bottle from your lips, you dived back into the blue sea. following the sound as animals follow behind you.

sam and dean found themselves by the shore, awaiting any other mermaid that would attempt to attack them for hurting their mother.

eyes widening in surprise when they saw you emerge from the waters, tail turning into legs with shiny blue scales adorning them. a shell top decorating your breasts, nothing covering your bottom half.

your eyes were glazed over with tears, a bright smile etched on your features. you were finally free, and it was all thanks to them.

sam covered his eyes, not wanting to look somewhere he shouldn't, but dean kept his sharp gaze on your figure as it got closer. what he didn't expect was your wet body trapping him in a tight hug.

“thank you..” was all you said. your voice carried a hint of sadness, but the happiness overrode it. your mother being dead had upset you – wishing it was you who ended her life – but now you were free.

the boys brought you back to where they resided, a bunker. in which you lay on a couch now clothed, eyes looking in awe at the things around you.

you'd never seen anything like, rows of books that could be filled with endless spells and potions. this was a dream come true, dean had brought you food. it was fish.

you wondered if he was stupid, for who gives a mermaid what she is half of to eat. you stood up, feet pattering against the cool wood floors, fingers trailing down spines of books until you found the perfect one. wandering back to the couch you sat, opening the book and diving in.

every word, you took in. every spell, you memorized. it was everything you dreamed of and more.

when dean came back with sam in tow he found you with a pile of books surrounding your form. he could barely make you out with how many there were.

dean couldn't help but roll his eyes, you were a bookworm just like sam. one that was not fully human and drank more than anyone he ever knew, but still like his brother.

“looks like you were havin’ fun while we were gone, ariel.” he teased, standing in front of you with a wolfish grin.

the name stirred something inside you, that of irritation. who was ariel and why was dean calling you that?

“who is ariel? that's not my name.” you spoke, confusion and a hint of annoyance laced in your tone.

you look up towards him through fluttering lashes, you didn't even realize how much time had passed and just how many spellbooks you'd read.

“don't worry your pretty little head about it, doll.” you heard him say as he walked away towards the kitchen, most likely for a beer. shrugging you went back to the pages in front of you, immediately engrossed in them once again.

to dean you looked so smooth and soft, just like a doll. he leaned against the counter, watching you with eyes filled with something one could only describe as love – an emotion both of you were not familiar with. anything he loved got hurt, and anything you loved would cease to exist.

leaving you to mourn for the rest of your life, but he could get used to you being here, especially if this is how you spent your days. cooped up without a care waiting for him.

authors note: after like A MILLION years its here, if its really bad SHHHHH dont even THINK that i wrote it 🤭 shes been on my mind forever and I finally decided to finish it!! I LOVE YOU ALL AND PLEASE SHOW HER SOME LOVE TOO!!

tags: @bluemerakis @ultravi0lence14 @bitchykittenconnoisseur

[g3t-jinx3d]

Nagisa Momoe

For you to ponder

Names ; Nagisa, Alison, Snow, Cream,

Nicknames ; bebe, Alice

Age ; Cognoage, Ageslider 10-15

Pronouns ; magic/magics, mystic/mystics, charm/charms, dessert/desserts, cake/cakes, witch/witches, bebe/bebes

Gender ; Abdominusbaonic, benegender, Cakegender, Cutegender, Kilriagender, Magical Girl Gender, Ribbongender

Sexuality ; Pomosexual

Species ; Witch/Magical Girl

Role ; Absorber, Consumanaut, Echoer

Alter type ; introject

Source; PMMM

Sign off emoji ; 🧀🍰, 💎🧀, 🎀🧀

TransIDs ; transcuteharmful, transinnocentharmful, transr4p3dloli, transinnocence, transDPD

PermaIDs ; Permabandaged, permahandbandaged, permabraces, permamiddleschooler,

MUDs ; Anthropophagic Compulsion Disorder (ACD), Fluctuating Fatigue Disorder, Kawaii Escapism Syndrome (KES), Puppeteer Dependancy Disorder (PDD)

Face claims ;

[zevrra]

[—𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀٠࣪⭑꩜.ᐟ]

synop: you and vik have a little too much to drink and decide it’s a perfect night to appreciate jayce and everything he does.

wc: 1.8k

includes: gn!reader, smüt, mdni, 21(+), established relationship, jayvik x reader, oräl (m receiving), jayce is pathetic, 3some, reader & vik top jayce, jayce is just really obedient tbh, lil bit of edging, mentions of drinking/being drunk

extra(s): part 2 coming soon… >:3

oh you should not have had that last drink. or the last two.

jayce had invited you and viktor to one of the council parties he regularly attended alone but this time he had begged for you both to join him. which ended up with just you and viktor standing off in the corner, away from the crowds, chugging their frilly and expensive alcohol, while jayce mingled about; doing his regular golden boy activities. and when he finally made it back to the two of you after his schmoozing, you and viktor were both giggling, drunk messes.

jayce knew better about how things would end with both of you drunk. so he had said his goodbyes before dragging the two of you out of the venue the second upon finding you, heading in the direction of home. but when you had made one too many stops, demanding to touch every animal you came across; while viktor argued with no one, refusing to budge, about some scientific thing you couldn’t distinguish, jayce had had enough and unceremoniously picked you both up and actually carried your asses all the way home, over his shoulder.

when jayce finally got you both home, he takes you both straight to the bedroom. he sits you down on the bed and tells you not to move; he was going to get you both some much needed water.

“ugh, jayce is just so…” you mutter, watching the large man leave the bedroom and disappear down the hall.

“charming? perfect?” viktor chimes in as he sits on the edge of the bed where he had been put down by jayce, hand brushing through his brown hair.

you chuckle alongside vik, nodding your head in agreement. “mhm, all of the above but he should relaaaax tonight.” you respond falling back onto the large bed with a poof. the sheets were comforting and cool, if it had been any other night you might’ve just fallen asleep right then and there but you refused to do so; not tonight.

you gasp with the idea tumbling through the fog in your drunken brain, sitting up quickly next to vik. “i know what we should do!” you exclaim before leaning over to whisper your plan in vik’s ear.

when jayce returns to the bedroom he’s holding two glasses of water as promised, standing right in front of you and viktor before handing a cup to you and the other to viktor. you share a look with vik, the two of you trying to stifle a few knowing giggles while bringing the cup to your lips. you take a few much needed sips of water before by “accident” the cup wobbles, spilling water down the front of your outfit.

“oh noooo…” you sigh as jayce gently takes the cup away from your grasp in fear of you spilling anything else, setting it down on a nearby table. “guess you’ll just have to take it off for me.” you hum, lifting your arms up into the air.

jayce rolls his eyes, as if he didn’t know what you were trying to do, but does as you tell him too anyway. his fingers gently grab your top and he lifts it with ease over your head. “okay, okay. you two need to rest now.”

“jayce…you’re always so kind and always take good care of us.” you hum as your fingers trail along the hem of jayce’s pants, digging gently into the fabric and giving it a stiff tug.

“so let us return that favor.” viktor adds with his own devious smile.

jayce upon realizing the hint the two of you have dropped, blushes a brilliant bright red; even to the tips of his ears. he slides a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, or maybe it’s his excitement, as he mulls over the idea. “how do you two have so much energy…” he finally mumbles, glancing between the two of you with his pretty hazel eyes, having already made up his mind.

viktor follows your hand and together, somehow, you manage to unbuckle jayce’s pants. he shrugs them off to make it a little easier for the two of you to continue. you find yourself running a hand up his thigh, sliding it along his warm skin, before moving a hand to squeeze the front of his boxers. viktor kisses along your shoulder as his own hand follows along yours, pressing right up against the front of his pants, tangling with your own fingers. jayce sighs at the welcoming touch as he watches the scene unfold before him. and while a little voice in the back of his head tells him that maybe this isn’t the best idea for his drunk lovers; the growing need in his lower half wins him over in the end. as if there was any competition between the two in the first place.

it doesn’t take long before jayce is breathless and fully hard. his chest flushed red to match his face while you and vik fall into a nice, rhythmic pace of groping the front of his boxers until he’s practically begging for the two of you to; ‘quit teasing’.

the drunk duo share a laugh as your hand finds itself running up along the edge of jay’s lower abdomen, following along the muscle he bears like a sailor following a map. relishing in the way jayce sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers move down his happy trail before hooking around the edge of his underwear. and with vik’s help, you manage to strip jayce of his boxers; finally.

and by god does the sight of jayce’s hard cock sober you up real fast. your mouth waters at the sight as your fingers slowly wrap around his shaft and you give him a slow tug. you hum sweetly at the low groan jayce makes, licking your lips at the sight of his flushed face. you lean forward to press a kiss into his tip, trailing your lips down along his shaft while giving him another stroke.

“you’re too damn tall…” vik grumbles, annoyed with the fact that if he wanted to help he might end up on his knees; and there was no way he was going to do that.

you couldn’t blame him, you didn’t want to get on your knees either.

“i agree. go lay down, pretty boy.” you instruct as you retrieve your hand to gesture somewhere behind you.

jayce rolls his eyes at the silly demand but he’s going to do it anyway. he, almost shyly, shuffles to the top of the bed; where he lays down, settling back against the countless of pillows. you and viktor crawl your way up to his side, descending upon him like wild, starving animals. where viktor takes his right while you take his left, hands grasping at his thighs, parting his legs to fit you both. one of vik’s hands wraps around the base of jayce’s cock before his thin fingers move up onto his tip. while vik begins to jerk jayce off, you kiss along jayce’s thighs and stomach. planting kisses all over his lower half that you could reach, teasing him as vik’s hand moves swiftly along his shaft. jayce groans, biting his bottom lip as vik uses his fingers to draw out any precum he can from jayce’s head. he uses a mix of precum and spit to slick the entirety of his shaft.

you push whatever hair you can out of the way before your lips find the tip of his awaiting cock. you suck gently on his head, vik’s hand continues to work on stroking up where he can before meeting your lips; until he replaces his fingers with his own tongue. you tease the tip of jayce’s cock with your tongue, pressing it flat against the underside of his head, loving the way the big boy sucks in a sharp breath in the midst of his pleasure. you slip your mouth of his head as viktor’s lips meet yours. you kiss him drunkenly over jayce’s throbbing cock, his tongue slipping between your lips. your tongue clashes with vik’s for a sweet moment before you both untangle just to slip jayce’s cock between your locked lips.

now you both work effortlessly in pleasing jayce. tongues clashing against the tip, pressing hot kisses into his shaft, sharing jayce like a snack before you slip him back into the warmth of your mouth. jayce groans as he places a hand gently against your head as you return to sucking him off, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth and you do as he wants. slipping your lips further down onto his shaft, as far as you can, until your lips pop off of him once more; where viktor replaces your mouth with his own.

now you two take turns sucking jayce off until he’s a whining mess. “mmph fuck!” jayce cries as he throws his head back.

a high pitched groan slips past his lips with every breath he takes, brows furrowed as he tries his hardest to concentrate on not coming. his toes curl and you can feel his thighs tense up everytime your lips wrap around him, pull off, and vik slips his mouth back onto his cock. never giving jayce truly a moment to rest. the next time vik pops off, you return to the meal, and take jayce all the way into your mouth. he fills your mouth entirely, hitting damn near the back of your throat and your jaw begins to burn with the stretch.

jayce sucks in a sharp breath as you take him deep into your throat, grabbing any hair he can and gripping it gently as the sweetest whines tumble from his lips. “feels‘so good baby.”

and for a moment, you think that maybe you could continue forever drawing every noise you possibly could out of jayce until the sudden need between your own thighs grows to be too much.

you slip your mouth off of his cock, licking your puffy lips. you sneak a hand between your thighs to press against your soaking wet core. “can’t take it anymore jay…” you groan.

viktor chuckles at your desperation, as if he’s in any better shape than you are with his stiff cock straining against his pants. “i can’t take much more either.” viktor finally admits after you gave him a sarcastic look with a lifted eyebrow.

jayce, who is still flushed red, panting, hanging on the edge of his orgasm, and slightly dazed; curls up one of his fingers and motions for you to come to him. “c’mere baby.” he mutters with a fluttering gaze. forgetting his own orgasm as he wants nothing more than to please both you and viktor. as if it was his life’s purpose to make you both feel incredible.

[miupow]

hiii! how do you think txt would be like if their partner were a kpop idol aswell? and would they like their partner being an idol? 🫶🫶

-⭐️

♯ AND IF WE PUT THIS TO BED // THE INTERNET WILL GO CRAZY .ᐟ ★ ꒰ txt꒱

✦ ── AKA ; TXT WITH AN IDOL GF !

╭♡ pairing 〃ot5 x fem!reader .ᐟ genre 〃fluff, slight angst . idol!reader warnings ◠ ﹐〃secret relationships , hate/harassment mention , food/eating mention .

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𝕾OOBIN ★

would be so nervous about everyone finding out that would totally give it away. just an absolute nervous wreck whenever you’re anywhere near him !

even just hearing your name makes his ears go pink ! stuttering through whatever he was going to say while trying to play it off totally cool

he gets better at hiding it because he just starts avoiding you lol you don’t really mind it all that much because soobin is just so sweet !

literally the best stage boyfriend ever ! always gushing about your performances n hyping you up !! went to one of your concerts once and got totally found out lol

loves physical affection and hates that he can never show any to you in public :( hands always twitching to hold yours :( makes it up by being all up in your personal space when you’re alone tho!!

you’re the one who takes all of those boyfriend photos he posts on instagram! and he is the one who takes all of the pictures you post on yours <3

thousands of youtube compilations of soobin acting all shy around you, eyeing you up, getting blushy !! he is really so obvious it’s so endearing. basically everyone already knew you were together before you were together iykwim

will do absolutely anything he can to keep you from facing any harassment or hate for being with him . always concerned about your safety both off and on tour. always asking if you’ve ate well, if you’re well rested, if you’ve hurt yourself on stage. hes a little bit of a helicopter boyfriend but you kind of love it

always telling you to eat more or rest but never listens to his own advice :( overworks himself half to death but would go scorched earth if you ever burnt yourself out

𝖄EONJUN ★

king of the suspicious matching instagram posts. always stalking the internet to see if anyone makes the connections (they always do and he eats it up) your insta feeds are just date pics but no one needs to know that other than him and you!

always getting cute matching keychains, phone cases, bracelets, anything he can get away with!! it’s like letting everyone know you’re his without him ever saying anything !!

simultaneously the best and the worst at hiding your relationship from the public

the best because he can act cool around you no problem, won’t ever say or do anything out of line. no one would think you even talk all that often with how he keeps things so cool and collected. honestly you’re the one that’s slipping sometimes

the worst because he wants everyone to know so badly even though he knows he can’t!! especially finds it so hard to keep his hands to himself!! he just loves holding you and having you close to him.. he’s obsessed with dropping tiny hints , just enough to get people talking… start some rumors lol

always taking photos he won’t ever post. of you and him together, out on dates or spending time together in his dorm. you all pretty and barefaced snuggled against his chest . he cherishes them but he won’t ever let another soul see them

such powercouple energy once you’re out and open about being together !!! always spotted everywhere together lol now that he doesn’t have to hide you he can show you off! his socials become essentially your fansites

such a whirlwind romance with him always. sweeps you off of your feet and has you doing things you would never do in a million years!! kiss him in this hotel pool, no one’s gonna notice ! but you’re so in love it’s sickening .. and you don’t mind being risky when it’s with him

just so utterly devoted to you <3 you are his everything and he’ll give you his heart and his credit card to prove it lol

𝕭EOMGYU ★

beomgyu’s been pursuing you for years, actually. since you were trainees, even. you finally agreed to be his girlfriend just recently lol

hates that he can’t let the world know that you’re in love :( hates having to hide how obsessed he is with you !!

which makes him terrible at being secretive !! constantly eyeballing you at events, getting all blushy and goofy when you interact on stage or on camera. likes he’s so infatuated with you and it’s like disgusting to look at

would do some risky shit like start a live with you in the hotel room with him off screen ! post suspicious pictures on his instagram. film a dance challenge on tiktok like your company made you do it

he loves the thrill of keeping things hidden, possibly getting caught. seeing how much he can get away with ! he just finds it all so fun !

always texting you throughout the day to make you giggle, no matter how busy the two of you were ! voicenotes of him talking in his sleepy low timbre, late at night or early in the morning, or of him playing the guitar !! facetimes you every night before you go to bed, regardless of what time it was for him ><

when your schedules inevitably get in the way he is always flexible and quick to make it up to you ! he always makes sure to give you all of his attention whenever he can, because maybe you’re a bit of a spoiled princess (he made you that way)

someone else seeing him kissing you out in public is what ultimately does him in lol he just can’t keep his hands off of you !!

doesn’t really care about what anyone else says or thinks about the two of you being together !! true moas would support you and he just loves being able to show you off !!!

𝕿AEHYUN ★

would be very serious about keeping your relationship a secret. he’s seen horrible things happen to other idols who have had their relationships revealed and he doesn’t want anything like that to happen to you— or him and his bandmates.

absolutely the best at hiding in public. even standing near eachother on a music show no one would know a thing.

though he gets kind of quiet when you’re mentioned or when you’re around. almost like he gets shy hehe

i can see him falling for an older and more experienced idol, always talking to you so formally and respectfully, always call you noona :3

a sweet and passionate lover when away from prying eyes <3 does absolutely everything he can to set aside time to be with you, date you out on secretive little dates ^^

calls you twice a day every day while you’re both away on tour, even packed with your busy schedules. gets mopey if you don’t tell him you love him before you hang up :(

likes getting you jewelry or accessories you can wear in videos and on stage ! nothing too obvious, little necklaces and bracelets, rings he can see when you wave your hands <3 it makes him feel like he’s showing you off without showing you off iykwim

he would want to admit it if there were any suspicions or if you were found out. half because he didn’t want to lie to moa and half because finally letting the world know you were his doesn’t sound all that bad ><

but if he wasn’t ever found out he would have kept it a secret for a long, long time, until he was sure it was the best possible time to open up. he’ll make sure he’ll make it up to you for all of those years though,,,

𝕳UENING 𝕶AI ★

also incredibly serious about keeping the relationship a secret. he just wants to be safe, especially when you were both at the height of your careers…

which is funny because he’s the absolute WORST at hiding his feelings for you!! cannot act right when he’s anywhere around you and trying to keep that professional idol persona..

doesn’t like going out where others could potentially see you together, prefers to stay inside with you playing video games or watching movies. just resting from your hark work and spending time with you <3 naps with you are his favorite especially

brings the plushie you gifted him early in your relationship everywhere he goes. he can’t sleep without it if you aren’t in your arms yourself !!

let’s you borrow his big sweaters and hoodies, gets all nervous and giggly when he sees you on a live or something wearing his clothes!! will someone notice?? but he can’t help but like it deep down ! you look so cute in his clothes :(

gushes about you to his sisters constantly . they find it cute and annoying at the same time.

loves hearing your voice over the phone or on facetime while you’re away from eachother. squeezes in the chance to call you whenever he possibly can ! the type of bf to fall asleep with you on the phone <3

just so sugar sweet :’( always going on and on about how beautiful and talented and amazing you are.. and he gets all squirmy when you compliment him back !! his kisses are always so gentle and loving— you love sneaking kisses backstage at music shows to see your lipstick leave stains on his mouth!!

would panic and freak out if you and him were ever found out, convinced the absolute worst was going to happen.. but then pleasantly surprised when the worst doesn’t happen. maybe he can make this work..

[hynzsn]

★ KISS MY WOUNDS ★

☆ choi san x male reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff

contents: playful!san, boxing, boxing match, locker room, kissing, kissing hands / arms, thigh grabbing, sitting on lap, pet names (baby), teasing

wc: 1.3k

summary: san asks his boyfriend to kiss his swollen knuckles after winning yet another boxing match.

a/n — this is literally like my first time writing a fic yall omfg!!! feedback is heavily appreciated, i’d really love opinions and thoughts on this. please spare me if this is complete trash >.< i’m still getting used to this and learning as i go along <33!!

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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“8…9…10.”

and with the ring of the bell, the match that felt like it could’ve lasted a lifetime was finally declared over.

san was notorious for his opponents never passing anything but the second round, but today was different.

“and there we have it, ladies and gentlemen. referee kim hongjoong has called a stop to this contest at 3 minutes and 30 seconds into the third round, declaring the winner by knockout. choi san!”

despite his body physically feeling drained, san raised his arms to revel in that joyous feeling of being the winner, to have defeated the obstacle in his path to complete stardom—his opponent. in the crowd was y/n, wearing what seemed to be both a look of concern and frustration.

when san’s gaze fixed upon y/n, he recognized that look—the look he’d seen more times than he could count. for a second, san’s mind jumped to the countless times he’s had to reassure y/n, and it looked like today was going to be the same.

san wanted nothing more than to run over to y/n, exhausted body and all, but he knew right now wasn’t the time.

so, following protocol, san dropped his arms to his side and sauntered over to the ringside, where the medical staff could tend to his injuries and check for any signs of more serious damage. luckily, his opponent hadn’t caused any major damage; all he had were swollen knuckles and a slightly bruised left rib from where his opponent had gotten the better of him.

but that doesn’t take away from the fact that his opponent had more energy than the sun itself, an absolutely little firecracker that wouldn't go down. the crowd’s energy was still at its peak, but it was expected given the performance that san had just put on.

his eyes never left y/n’s, not even for a split second, even with the medical staff gently placing an ice pack on his slightly bruised ribs or with his coach practically drowning him in praise and awe. no, his eyes were on his beloved, the only person he cared about in this venue right now.

“locker room, meet me there in 10,” san mouthed, his eyes filled with nothing but love as he waited for y/n to respond.

y/n had responded with a simple nod, a smirk playing on the corner of san’s as he anticipated the moment of finally being with y/n. he’s been craving his boyfriend ever since y/n gave him his ritual good luck kiss earlier.

oh, y/n’s kisses felt like heaven for san; they felt like home. he could still taste the lingering scent of pineapple mint that radiated from y/n’s lip balm, a taste he had grown very fond of.

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once the medical staff had finished tending to his needs and had given him a thumbs up, san practically bolted to his locker room, and with the thought of y/n in his mind, it gave him an adrenaline rush like no other. there was also the fact that during the checkup, it gave him more than enough time to sit back and take a much-needed rest, giving him the respawn he needed for his time alone with y/n.

with the swing of his locker room door, san was only faced with nothing but an empty locker room. it was okay, though. given the number of people in the venue, he could only imagine the struggle to escape, from the wild fans to the mess on the floor from disposable cups and spilled food. he had expected for y/n to arrive a bit late.

he took the time to sit down on the locker room’s bench, purposefully choosing to position himself where his eyes could lock on the door, just waiting for y/n to arrive.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

the door to his locker room had finally swung open, and there was y/n walking in with that same concerned look. god, he looks so beautiful, san thought to himself.

“are you hurt?” y/n asked, rushing over to where san was seated, the shakiness in his voice showcasing just how concerned he was.

before san could even get an answer in, y/n had cut him off.

“what did the medical staff say? i want to know everything.” his eyes were boring into san, but all san could see was the amount of love y/n harbored for him, and the feeling was more than mutual.

“calm down, baby,” he said, his voice nothing but a soft and reassuring tone.

“i’m fine. just swollen knuckles, and my rib is bruised slightly, but nothing a little ice pack couldn’t take care of. there’s seriously nothing major.” san wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist, bringing him in even closer and sitting him down on his knee.

“really? are they sure? that fight looked... rough. y/n comfortably sat on san’s knee, his eyes still boring into san as he tried to search for any signs of discomfort or dishonesty plastered on his face, but was met with nothing.

“yes, baby, the medical staff team knows what they're doing. i wouldn't be sitting here with you right now if I wasn't okay.”

“but... my knuckles do hurt a bit. there is something I need—something that i desperately need, baby. and you're the only person who can give it to me.”

“what is it?” y/n had practically jumped out of san’s thigh, ready to get him whatever it is that he desperately needs.

a smirk played on the corner of san’s lips; this was exactly the moment he'd been waiting for.

“kisses.”

“kisses…?” y/n repeated, a small frown appearing on his face as if san had just asked for the impossible.

“yeah, kisses. kisses from my beautiful boyfriend. am I asking for too much?” san asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone.

a blush slightly creeped up on y/n’s face. “no, I just thought that you were going to ask for something, you know… serious.”

“but this is serious, baby!” san protested, his voice now a soft whine. his duality, from one minute being teasing and cocky to whiny and pouty, was seriously impressive, almost scarily impressive.

“look.” san held up his hands for y/n to see, showing his red-swollen knuckles. “don’t i deserve some tlc?" i just fought my ass off out there.”

y/n couldn't resist that soft, whiny voice—not now, not ever. it was as if a siren’s song had pulled him in.

the blush on y/n’s face deepened.

“okay, okay.”

y/n softly took san’s hands into his, bringing his hands up closer to his lips and tenderly planting kisses on the swollen knuckles. all the while, he kept eye contact with san.

san let out a soft sigh at the feeling of y/n’s lips on his skin. it felt like he was floating in the clouds with every kiss. y/n’s kisses were so soft and so loving. so… so… san couldn't even think; all he could do was just revel in the way y/n kissed his swollen knuckles.

“this is the best kind of pain relief anybody could ever ask for. kisses from my baby, ” he purred, closing his eyes and leaning back on the bench, the back of his head back against the lockers, as y/n kissed up his hands, going from the back of his hands to his wrists, even working his way slowly up his bare arm. the feint taste of sweat and musk lingering on y/n’s lips.

“you’re so cheesy,” y/n said, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips as he gave san’s arm one last kiss, directly on his bicep.

san opened his eyes and watched as y/n now made his way up from his bicep to just inches away from his lips. his mouth suddenly got dry, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips.

“yeah, I am. but you know you love me for it, baby,” he said confidently, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against y/n’s in an affectionate and soft kiss. 

y/n eagerly returned the kiss, moving his lips to match san’s rhythm, letting his body loosen up as he felt san’s calloused hands gripping onto his thighs and pulling him down onto his lap.

 “yeah, I do.”

[cheriden]

˙ . ˚ ₊ 「 needy streamer overload 」 ꜝꜝ

“‘Cause I don’t need a fucking mod anyway. I’ll deal with whatever comment is thrown my way because I’m not a pussy that needs to be kept in the dark.” If his solution is to fire you then date you, he may be as foolish as you feared. “You think that shit is easy?” You hiss, pushing him off you and onto his seat. “You know what people say about you, Beomgyu?” His body is trapped in between your arms, gulping down as you get close to his face. “They think you’re a fame whore who’s desperate for a click, and you should just slut yourself out for cash.”

── synopsis 。the boy from across the hall hired you to assist in his streaming and admits his feelings for you on his livestream

pairing 。streamer!beomgyu × moderator!reader

.ᐟ genre 。a bit of angst but it's sooo little and maybe i got sad thinking about the mental health of the streamer and the fan base

.ᐟ tags 。sub!idol (somewhat forced submission), switch!idol at the end, boss-worker relationship, co-workers, love confession, beomgyu is an attention seeker here (said lovingly), miscommunications and non-speaking terms, praise & degredation, name-calling, unprotected sex, creampie, a looot of dialogue, riding and missionary, an adequate amount of descriptive kissing

.ᐟ status & word count 。oneshot | 2.93k | masterlist

.ᐟ warnings/notes 。as always i did not proofread. reader is fem and uses she/her pronouns

The broadcast has barely started, yet thousands flood into the stream as Beomgyu fixes his headset. He stares at the chat box while hundreds of people send him praises and greetings, mouth curving upwards. You, on the other hand, are not having as great a time, mouse working double-time to ban and restrict hurtful profanities. 

“Hi Bamtoris! Today’s a great day, because we finally reached our sub goal!” He yells and shakes the camera, jostling onto his seat as his energy stabilizes. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not grateful for all my viewers! Just you watching is enough to keep me going. As promised, we will be starting our Q&A stream!” He cheers, swiveling around with his head against his hand. “Up until now I haven’t really answered any questions about myself; I know you guys are probably curious about a lot of things. It’s only right that we get to know each other better~” You scoff at his poor attempt at fan service, watching him do every type of cute pose at the camera. It’s not surprising when his poor fans pick up everything that he puts out, losing their minds as you barely keep up with the comments that move at lightspeed. You’re sure he loves his fans; though it’s a bit annoying when you have to be on the receiving end of cross checking every line they have to say before they get to him. Beomgyu, being who he is, tries to spot any and every comment before you try to take it down. 

The 30 minute mark rolls by smoothly, and right as you think about relaxing, you’re immediately jinxed as Beomgyu giggles, covering his mouth with his palm. “So you’re interested in my love life?” It catches you off guard, as you scramble to look for the user he’s pertaining to. Yet the damage is already done, unable to scroll back with the unceasing questions for follow up. “No, I’m not dating anyone right now.” You suppose it’s harmless in itself, riding on the hopes that you know what he’s doing. He’s allowed to see or date whoever he chooses, after all.

[right now?] 

[yo??????]

[this is my time to shine fr]

[sorry guys, it’s me.]

“Actually… I’ve had a crush on someone for a while now.” He starts, pout replacing the grin on his face as he looks down, toying with his fingers.

[wait we’re seriously doing this rn?]

[is this a bit?]

[chat…what is going on]

“I don’t even think she likes me back, to be honest. She’s really indifferent to me.”

[she broke ur heart?? My baby:((]

[im going to kill her] (deleted)

[how could she ?? ur so sweet!]

“No, no.” Beomgyu shakes his head, “It’s really professional of her to be honest. She knows how to separate work from personal business. She keeps me safe, and is always there for me, like you guys are!”

[does she know you like her lolll]

[confession stream?!]

[ain’t no way…]

[whooooooooooooooooo?!]

He grins, building suspense by drumming the table. “She’s been a great help to all of my streams. My savior, my guardian angel, my one and only mod!” 

You cough violently, reaching the far end of the table for your water bottle. What the fuck is he on? You fail to catch the rest of his confession, his words numbing your ears as you're frozen in place.

[LMFAO]

[BRUHHHHHH]

[don’t date her plz, i would actually shoot myself.] (deleted)

[fr is this a prank]

“Calling her “Mod” is a bit dehumanizing, you think?” He ponders, “I don’t think I should call her by her real name on stream, so what do we suggest, chat?”

[mod-nim? idk]

[angel! like you said earlier<3]

[bitch]

[you said we would get married. Fuck you stupid cheater choi beomgyu]  (deleted)

[anything you like!]

[u should ask her..]

“I like Angel!” He replies, clapping his hands. “I think it suits her—my Angel.” You’re barely functioning, on the edge of your seat as you try to predict what he says next. “That’s all the time I have today, bamtoris. What do you suggest we do for our next sub goal?”

[baking stream!]

[those 24 hour streams hehe]

[strip game lol] (deleted)

[house tour]

“Okay, I’ll host a poll for the most popular replies later! Stay tuned my babies~ See you–and thank you again for two thousand subs!” With that, he waves at the webcam, throwing kisses onto the camera as he clicks end livestream. You waste no time, exiting your apartment and knocking on his studio across from yours frantically.

The front door opens with a wide grin plastered on the other’s face. You sneer, shoving past him. “What the fuck was that?” He drops onto the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. “I take it you did not enjoy today’s work?” Your chest heaves rapidly, feet planted near the doorway as you try to string together a coherent (and professional) sentence. “Angel, I’m allowed to have my own life outside of work. That includes my love life, which does not concern you or my viewers.” He practices the nickname, turning his head to face you. “Does not concern me? You have a fucking crush on me! Your fans would go ballistic if you actually dated someone.” He scoffs, “Are you saying people only watch me not because I’m entertaining but because of my face?” You shake your head, leveling with him on the sofa. “Beomgyu, I would never say that.” The other’s eyebrow is raised, expecting a catch. You so desperately wish to shelter him on this topic, even if it’s a half-truth. “I’m saying your viewership is over 60% female. It wouldn’t hurt for you to–” The laugh that exits him is hollow and unamused. “You want my fans to delude themselves into thinking they could get with me?” You place your hands on top of his in an attempt to de-escalate his temperament. “No! But as long as you’re not taken—” They’re swatted away, and he recoils. “It’s implied!” You gulp. “Fine. Yes, it helps them hold on to the sliver of hope they have.”

“Then I’d be profiting off of their parasocial perception of me.” A hint of guilt makes its way to his expression, one that you mirror. You hadn’t hoped to be part of such a cycle that takes advantage of the emotions of an individual. “You could have worded it more nicely. They’re your fans.” The shame on his face stiffens up into annoyance. “You were the one who put the ideas in my head!” You turn away from him. “It’s what happens to all streamers, Beoms. You build rapport, a following and that’s how they come back.”

His face is buried in his palms, clicking his tongue as he ruffles his hands through his hair. “Get out.” Your face falls, “What?” He pushes past you, opening the door. “Get out. You’re not my boss, you work under me.” He hisses, nostrils flaring as opposed to the stiff composure he tries to put up. “You check my schedule, you clean my inbox, you edit my vods. You don’t get to tell me what I can’t do.” Through clenched fists, you take in a deep breath, trying your best to keep your own calm. Though perhaps your own anger and panic is laced with a bit of hurt. Beomgyu has never gotten pissed off at you, no matter the circumstance. “Fine. If that’s how you feel our workplace terms should be, then that’s the protocol I will follow” You reply. A lump gets caught up in your throat and nearly chokes you as you turn to him. “You’re right, you’re the boss.” You murmur, tight-lipped. The door slams behind you louder than you intended, but you shake it off and trudge back to your apartment.

A few streams have passed since your verbal altercation with Beomgyu, minimal contact held on both your ends. His last text was a screenshot of the poll results he promised his viewers and you gulp down at the landslide of votes asking him to do a strip game. Would this take a toll on his mental well being? The silent confirmation that he’s being looked at for his physical appearance and not for his content? Your fingers hovered over the keyboard overlay, drafting messages to ask if he’s fine, to tell him he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do.

But you’re neither his manager nor his PR team, and now you’re not even sure if you have the right to talk to him as a friend. You revisit the chat, texting a short “stream starts in 10” and he replies with a thumbs up emoji. 

You don’t know what game he’s playing, but you’re sure as hell not participating. Cross-armed, you slump back in your seat as he plays a first person shooter, with each death prompting him to take a piece of accessory or clothing off. He’s layered in a dramatic amount of jackets and coats, and you couldn’t help but crack a small smile at how comical he looks. But you pull yourself back to Earth, your screen indicating his next death. He clicks his tongue, taking off one of his coats. 

Beomgyu’s right. He’s smart, and he would never do anything to jeopardize what he has worked so hard to achieve. You watch him argue with the comments about cheating and how socks don’t count because nobody couldn’t see it anyway, simultaneously deleting serious comments about buying said garment. You reassure yourself that he’ll do what is in his best interest for him, even if you subconsciously note the change in his playstyle, a little more risky and miscalculated than it usually is.

However you hold out, arms glued to your sides and trying your best to bury yourself in your chair as he takes off his shirt. He’s in a top, thank goodness, and it seems to do wonders for his image as his viewers go crazy for his physique. You yourself have to admit that for someone who complains about putting in the effort to work out, his figure fairs prettily. You clutch the table in annoyance when he dies a pointless death right after respawning, opting him to be stripped bare for his chest area. How many deaths has he had in two games? Even the comments are questioning his skills, something that was previously glossed over as people assume it was from getting used to the mechanics.

“I really suck at this character.” Beomgyu pouts, shimmying what you assume are his shorts off camera. He looks over the chat while waiting to be revived, body facing away from his main screen. “Yeah, I’m only in my underwear now. Such a shame, on my last game too.” He snickers, resting his head on his palm. 

What the fuck was he doing? He’s not seriously thinking about getting naked live, is he? “You want to see? My chat is a bunch of perverts.” He says playfully, turning back to the game. “Oh shit. I lost.” The comments cheer as he closes the game, lightly swiveling in his chair. The camera is taken off the tripod and into the boy’s shaky hands. “Oh well, A promise is a promise!” He beams, and you lunge out of your seat, running over to his studio. All the doors are unlocked, and you’re not sure if it’s a blessing or a red flag, but you bust into the studio and pull the plug on all of his devices. “What is wrong with you?!” You bark, throwing the heavy coats on top of him. Your seething contrasts the smirk on his face as he pulls his shorts up. “I knew it, you care about me.” Your mouth falls agape, blinking and laughing like you’ve gone insane. “Are you genuinely stupid? You’re my boss. You would’ve ruined your life, Beomgyu.” He shrugs, slumping against his seat. “I never would’ve shown my dick, obviously.”

“You could’ve had like–whatever the nip slip equivalent is for this.” You shriek. “Calm down,” He says, acting as if you were the unreasonable one. “I had it under control, alright? If anything, you caused the commotion.” The air hangs in an uncomfortable silence, until you start laughing again. “Me?” He doesn’t find it funny. “Yes, you. People will think I have a girlfriend, and you were so against that idea before, right?” You’d like to punch that cocky grin off his lips, gaze narrowing at him. “Did you do this on purpose?” He shrugs again, pursing his lips. “Wanted to see if you would stop me.”

You shake your head, pivoting yourself out of the room. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He grabs at your wrist, eyes solemn and serious. “I care about you—can’t I want your care for me, even if it’s over something as stupid as this?” You do nothing but gape back at him, and he pulls you in closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Face it, you like me, even if it’s not like that.” You roll your eyes. “You’re such an egoist, Beomgyu.” He pays no mind to your insults, “What I want to know is why you only delete comments that talk shit about me, and you ignore the ones dog-piling on you.” Your brows pinch in confusion. “”Cause it’s my job to protect you, fuckface. My comments don’t matter.” He’s quick to dismiss you. “That’s not true, and it sucks when I see you put yourself down like you don’t matter. Even if you say you don’t like me, I like you. That shit affects me too.” You scoff, violently removing his grip on you. “That’s such bullshit. Those comments were for one live and don’t mean anything to me.” His face contorts into a mix of amusement and disbelief. “They don’t? Not the ones that called you a bitch and a user?” Your gaze is stuck on the floor, refusing to give him any satisfaction over the topic. “What about the ones who called you all those slurs and a nympho, they don’t even know you.” You clear your throat. “Well, it shouldn’t matter to you, because it’s none of your business.” 

His gaze softens, “You are my business.” “No—you’re my business, and I work for you. That’s all.” Your expression is sharp and blank, staring right into him. “Is that what’s keeping you from being with me?” He exclaims, gears turning in his head. “‘Cause I don’t need a fucking mod anyway. I’ll deal with whatever comment is thrown my way because I’m not a pussy that needs to be kept in the dark.” If his solution is to fire you then date you, he may be as foolish as you feared. “You think that shit is easy?” You hiss, pushing him off you and onto his seat. “You know what people say about you, Beomgyu?” His body is trapped in between your arms, gulping down as you get close to his face. “They think you’re a fame whore who’s desperate for a click, and you should just slut yourself out for cash.” You don’t miss the way his alarmed stare flickers to your lips. “I defend you from shit like that every time you open your camera, and you think it's as easy as ignoring a few trolls? Even your own fans joke about it.” 

“Though looking at you now, you’re just as dirty and trampy as they make you out to be.” You wedge your knee in between his crotch, and he falters at the contact. “If you’re a pervert who gets off shit like this? Maybe you’ll be just fine after all. Fuck, maybe you can even make a living out of it.” He slumps over your leg, resting his cheek on your thigh with heavy breaths. “Please—” He chokes out, and you tilt your head curiously. “Please what?”

“Please make it better.”

You snatch the waistband of his underwear and tug it down to his thighs, eyes screwed shut as his dick hits his stomach. Beomgyu groans at the cool air that hits his skin, replaced with the warm slick from  your cunt. He looks up at you panting over him, brows furrowed as you try to sink further on him. Without warning, he bucks his hips up into you, making you fall down onto his lap. Tugging his hair back, you glare at him. “Don’t. Move.” You hiss. The other whines in response, gripping on the arm rests and burying his face between your neck. You huff, digging your fingers into his shoulders as you sink deeper. “I can’t–you have to move, please move or else—” “Or else what?” You cut him off, “I’m the one doing you a fucking favor here. So you’ll take what I give you or I'll take it all away.”

He’s fully situated in you, but you still aren’t moving—and it’s driving the brunette insane. He starts rolling his hips slowly, and he was pretty sure you didn’t notice until a small whimper leaves you. His gaze locks in with your own—eyes watering and lips quivering as you try to remain calm. 

With one swift motion, Beomgyu hoists you up to his hips and drags the both of you onto the bed. He lets you down gently onto the mattress, planting a kiss on your forehead as he drives himself deeper into you. 

The both of you don’t say anything for a while–-the room filled with shaky breathing and whimpering, along with the squelching from where your bodies connect. His hips suddenly stutter and snap into you, causing you to moan loudly. His hands move from your thighs to take hold of your face, kissing you like his life depended on it. You yelp when he bites down, prying himself into your mouth. He starts thrusting faster, raking the sides of your torso with his tongue still lodged in your throat. Out of the blue, he pulls himself off you, watching the way your pussy sucks his cock in and out. “Angel, you’re so pretty…So pretty when you go dumb on my dick, that smart mouth of yours can’t keep up with me.” He sighs, pressing his thumb on your clit. Your legs try their best to close but he spreads them further apart, bending down so that his chest is sitting on yours. “So pretty, thinking about nothing but me. I wish you’d always think about me.” He mumbles mindlessly, “I love you.”Your cunt clenches at his words, and you’re sure he feels it by the way he arches his back into you. 

He picks up his pace again, whining and babbling incoherent phrases. He tells you he loves you over and over again, before cutting himself off. “I-I’m close, can I cum inside?” You nod feverishly and he smirks, kissing the tip of your nose. “So cute, eager for me to fill you up? I’m at your disposal, angel. I’ll give you anything and everything you want.” He rushes, kissing the sides of your face until you come around him, inducing his own orgasm as he rides both of your highs out, white strings overflowing to the base of his dick and the inners of your thighs.

“So...” He starts, drumming his fingers against your thigh. You turn to him, lips in a pursed line. “So… You’re actually in love with me.” 

Beomgyu makes a deadpan expression, dropping his shoulders. “I thought that was clear already from like, the million times I told you.” Trying to face away, you shuffle against the bed, but he holds your waist and pulls you close to him. Still, you refuse to meet his gaze. “Well, words are just—words.” Your phrases make him petulant, circling over the dip of your skin with his thumb. “Well, I do mean it.”

“I know I just— I don’t think—you’re a public figure, Beomgyu.” The sulk on his face deepens,  a successful attempt to make you pity him. “I’m still just me. Completely separate from whatever facade I choose to show the rest of the world.” He says, taking your hands in his. “I’ll be yours, as Beomgyu, not some mega-talented and skilled streamer.” You scoff at his never ending confidence, shoving him away from you. His face beams when he lightens the mood. “So?” You raise an eyebrow, “So?”

“Do you want to try,” He gestures between the two of you, “this?” He can visualize the gears turning in your head, and he has to admit to himself that he’s scared of your answer. You release your bottom lip from your teeth. “One date.” He flips over to rest on top of you, resting his face on your chest. “One date and a hotel.” 

You scoff. “One date until dinner.” Pouting, he mumbles, “I thought that was implied.” You giggle, combing your fingers through his hair. “One date with a dinner, and if it goes well we’ll see where that gets us.”

“Deal.”

thank you for reading! feedback, reblogs, and tags for support towards the algorithm appreciated♡

sorry this took so long i totally forgot about it until i got a dm asking me about it xd

─── 〔 𝒎.𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 〕

[ddodol]

drinking with riize ! headcanons

content warning ⭑.ᐟ alcohol mentions for sure, this is so pg-13 aside from the alcohol don't even worry, established relationship. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.2k+

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can handle their alcohol

shotaro: if you were drinking with him, whether it’s outside or in the comforts of your own place, he’d always make sure not to drink too much. shotaro knows his limits and he can reel himself in when he knows that he’s starting to get tipsy. if it were any other occasion where you’re celebrating something, then he’d most likely let himself go for a little bit. he would still keep his eyes on you while making sure that he’s matching your excitement and energy.

i like to think that shotaro would be in the mood once he’s gotten a bit tipsy, especially since you're in his company. it’s something he tries to hold back on when he’s sober so when he’s drunk, he’d be more free and bold only if you let him. if he wasn’t being touchy, you’d know by the way he looks at you, eyelids heavy and eyes flickering up and down. he’d be eating you up with his gaze, making you giggle at how obvious he was being.

seunghan: honestly, he’s probably one of the few that could hold actually their alcohol in this group. seunghan would have no problem matching you, clinking glasses or beer cans with you as you drink. you might even get tipsy before him and once you do, he’d tease you affectionately. seunghan would know your tolerance better than you do, subtly taking away your glass once he hears the slightest bit of slurring in your words. he’d be poking fun at you while also checking how drunk you actually are, laughing when you confirm his suspicions.

on the very rare occasion that you catch seunghan drunk, he’d probably be quiet for the first time ever. he’d be touchy and sleepy, resting his face against your neck and breathing in your scent until he falls asleep. he’d whine and complain if you move or leave him, having a sixth sense only for that.

anton: he’s most likely to be one of the few members that can handle their alcohol and be excited when you first ask. anton would be feeling playful, excited with the thought of drinking with you. he would make sure he pays attention to you, wanting to know what kind of face you’d make while drinking or what flavors you like and dislike. these are things he’d keep in mind and would think about when he’s out shopping for alcoholic drinks, picking a bottle up impulsively because he remembered how adorable you looked when you had a sip of it.

while anton has average tolerance, the chances of him tearing up are never zero. he’d be listening to you talk and his thoughts would wander, thinking about how lucky he was to have you. he wouldn’t cry even though he gets emotional easily but if you were the type to cry when drunk, then you’d both be crying in the middle of drinking. anton would try his best to be there for you, though, comforting you before taking care of himself.

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they're cute so it's okay

eunseok: two words: pink cheeks. he’d be flushed all over with just one shot and he doesn’t even need to be drunk or tipsy. eunseok would be cuter than usual, voice would probably be brighter because of how happy he just is. you’d catch him staring at you way longer than he should, a cute smile on his lips as he traces his eyes over your drunken features as if he was trying to memorize them. he’d be thinking about how adorable you were even if you were rambling about some nonsense. he’s the type to let you embarrass yourself, so you can count on horrifying recollections the day after as he helps you jog your memories, laughing at you.

drunk eunseok would probably be the type to get sentimental, like if you were dating for a long time he’d randomly bring up a very specific memory only he remembers, or maybe even declare his love to you in a very serious manner. he would still remember everything the day after, but if he did or said something embarrassing then he’d act like he doesn’t and he’d keep the act up until you’re convinced in a poor attempt to erase whatever it was that he did.

sohee: drinking with sohee would be so much fun even if it’s just the two of you. he’d suggest these silly games you two could play, you would be laughing and fooling around until the alcohol wears you down. he would always triple check if you could handle another punishment shot, otherwise he’d lose on purpose just so you wouldn’t drink too much. he’d make sure to take care of you once you’re all spent, letting you rest on his shoulder as he hums or whistles a song.

drunk sohee would be more sincere and affectionate than usual, showering you with words of affection while thanking you for everything you’ve done for him. he wouldn’t exactly cry; if anyone were to cry, it’d be you because of how sweet his words were. these are things he’d never admit to your face while sober and he’d be pouring his heart out as he stares into your eyes.

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sungchan: since he’s a certified lightweight, sungchan would most likely take his time drinking. if you insisted on it, he’d cave in and just join your company. once he’s sure that you were enjoying yourself, he’d start drinking with you in small sips because he still wants to enjoy the moment but would also make sure that he’d be able to take care of you afterwards.

now, if he were to come home from a company dinner completely drunk, he’d be more affectionate and touchy than he already is. sungchan would be all over you, mumbling about how much he loves you or how you smell good or how your hair was still a little wet or apologizing for being so heavy while you’re dragging him back home. he could yap on and on about whatever comes across his mind and eighty percent of that is just about you and how he thought you looked cute in that one outfit you wore during your first date as if he hasn’t complimented you enough on it.

wonbin: now hear me out— i don’t think wonbin can handle his alcohol well. i don’t even think he’s drank a lot considering how he’s a homebody. he would be cautious when drinking with you, wanting to hide the fact that he’s a bit intimidated by alcohol, snacking on some food while you were drinking. once he manages to relax, he’d be more talkative and giggly. he would forget about how intimidating the alcohol is and just enjoy your company, accidentally drinking too fast.

drunk wonbin would still want to prioritize you even if he was more shitfaced than you are. he would not be able to keep his hands to himself, pressing his limp body against yours while he whines about how you have to stop drinking before you get drunk. wonbin would be the type to just stare at you blankly, lips slowly curling into a smile when you look back at him in confusion. he’d be very vulnerable, asking you about stuff he’s been thinking about for a while now. you would have to shower him with affection, patting his head or playing with his hair while reassuring him that he’s doing great.

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[luv-sturno]

SINKING IN - M. STURNIOLO

vamp!matt x reader.

summary: after an argument with your boss, you barge into matts room. after matt sees you crying, you shut him up with a kiss.

.ᐟ smut, fluff (if you squint), pet name (babygirl, baby)

w/c: 0.6k

matt was sat infront of his desk, on a spinning chair, reading a book with no lights on. the only source of light he had was his dimly lit lamp. the door to his room openeds. he looks abruptly as the sides of the door outlined in a bright shimmer from the other room, blinding him with the sudden light. he finds you walking in, and sensed something was up.

“whats wrong babygirl?” he said in his husky voice, spinning his chair around to look at you more clearly.

you shut the door behind you and walk straight over to his bed. his eyebrows rose, curious with the lack of response. “baby, are you ok?” his voice still hoarse as usual, but a little more finer to sound sweeter.

“im fine.” you say in a harsher tone than normal. you’re head in between your knees, covered by a blanket. matt looks at you in doubt, even a bit of anger. “y/n.” he calls out to you on the bed. “matt please” you respond with a sob. matts expression quickly changed into a face of worry.

“aw, hey its ok babygirl..” he cooed, jumping out of his chair and walking over to comfort you. he sits beside you, knees up aswell, puts one of his arms under the blanket and reaches for your shoulder. “whats wrong.” he says im a calm tone. but quickly switches it up. “who did it.” he says demandingly.

“i just got in a argument with my boss. its nothing, really!” you get your head out of the blanket and look at him with your glossy eyes.

“do you still have your job? what was the argument about? was anyone else there? do i need to talk to—“ matt says peeved before you cut him off with a kiss, you had no energy to argue right now. your tounge feeling all around his mouth, but stopping at his vampire teeth.

matt chuckles “now, what was that for?” he questions. “oh shut up and kiss me.” you say before swooning back in.

matts kisses soon move down the tip of your chin, continuing to descend to your neck. matt stays in your neck area, and lets his teeth sink in and gives small pecks after as you give out sharp exhales.

“ow,” you hiss through a smile as matt harder at your skin then usual. he looks up at you, then continues to peck down your neck and collarbone. heading back towards your lips while unbuttoning your work attire, and taking your bra off. he goes back and continues to gently kissing down your body, taking a moment to suck on your tits.

“oh s-shit” you moan out of pleasure. you slip your hand into the waistband of his pants and boxers, making him gasp instensly. he looks back up at you and grins, pulling down your pants, the sudden cold breeze sending a shiver up your spine.

he moved your panties to the side, looking like a hungry wolf. he held onto your thighs and started to suck your puffy clit. “i missed your taste.” matt muttered. you could feel both of his vampire teeth pressing onto you.

“f-fuck matt.” you moan as you close your eyes in pleasure.

he licked your clit and looked up at you to make sure you were enjoying it. matt took his time, savoring the taste of you. he couldn't get enough and kept going back for more, loving how you tasted.

“oh y-yeah. f-fuck. right t-there” you managed to murmur. matt entered his middle finger, gliding it up and down as he continued to eat you out. you were so close to cumming your thighs closed in trapping matt in his position. he didnt seem too mind.

“cum, baby.” he cooed. you didnt have a choice, you can already sense your orgasm building in your stomach.

“f-fuck!” you yelp out, pulling matt towards you. your back arched on the bed. you look at matt, his face covered in your hot liquid.

“fuck, baby. you’re so hot.”

(this is my first little thingy 🙈 please give me advice and ways to improve!)

🏷️ @her-favorite @https--roman @beridollie

[authortelevision]

arthur frederick and the new producer: chapter 3 ₊˚⊹♡

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♯┆arthurtv slow burn, bach and arthur podcast

after lara leaves bach and arthur’s podcast, you become her replacement. after discovering that arthur hates change, it takes a lot for him to warm up to you and become friends. it also takes a lot for him to admit how he truly feels about you.

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Chapter Two

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The studio is buzzing with the usual pre-recording activity. You can feel the nerves in the air, though they’re not as sharp today. You’re feeling a little more confident than before, despite the lingering tension from the last few days. Today’s recording feels like it has the potential to be a breakthrough.

Before you start, you glance over at Arthur, trying to break the ice. “Oh, and thanks, Arthur, for saying I looked nice the other day,” you say with a small, light smile. It feels like a safe way to acknowledge the compliment, even if you’re still not entirely sure what to make of it.

Arthur pauses for a moment, his hand still hovering over the controls, before he looks up at you. His expression changes more than you’ve ever seen it before, his eyes were wide like he was surprised you knew. “Yeah. I did,” he replies, his voice strangely flat as he regained his composure.

You can’t quite read the tone, but you force a smile and turn back to your equipment. It wasn’t much, but it was something. At least you acknowledged it, right? But before you can feel too good about it, Arthur’s attention shifts back to what he was doing. He starts talking to everyone in his usual positive tone, that he speaks to everyone but you with.

As the recording begins, you’re hyper-aware of his proximity. He’s on the other side of the room, microphone in front of him, but the way he critiques you and no one else around him makes it impossible to fully relax. Arthur is meticulous, and every word that leaves his mouth sometimes feels a little more like criticism than direction.

“You need to hold your mic a little closer,” he tells Isaac, who’s adjusting the angle of his microphone. “It’ll pick up better sound if it’s just a bit closer to your mouth.”

Isaac nods, adjusting without a word, and you can’t help but feel that familiar weight in the air, the subtle sense that Arthur’s standards are always hovering just out of reach.

When it’s your turn to speak, you can feel his eyes on you, sharp as ever. You know the tone in his voice when he’s about to comment. “You’re rushing through that,” Arthur says, his voice cold, distant. “Try to pace yourself a bit more. It’ll sound more natural.”

You bite your lip, nodding. You were trying to get through it, trying to keep the energy up, but his feedback feels like it’s still focused more on the flaws than on the positives.

You push through the rest of the session, trying to focus on what you are doing. As much as Arthur’s distant tone stings, you know this is what he does. He’s critical, sometimes to a fault, but you’re learning to navigate it. Still, that part of you, the part that wants to be accepted and liked, can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever truly break through that wall he keeps up.

The session continues, and you remind yourself to focus. Keep your head in the game. You’re doing your job, and no matter how critical Arthur gets, you’re here to make this podcast better.

You kick off your shoes as soon as you walk into the flat, the door closing with a soft click behind you. The weight of the day is already starting to settle in, that familiar knot of frustration tightening in your chest. You toss your bag on the sofa and head straight for the kitchen, hoping a glass of water might ease your mind.

Emma’s sitting at the counter, scrolling through her phone, like usual, until she looks up when you walk in. She doesn’t have to say anything. The way you’re moving, like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders, is enough of a cue.

“Long day?” she asks, after knowing her for all this time, she just kind of knows when you’re stressed.

“You have no idea,” you mutter, grabbing a glass. “Arthur is impossible to read.”

You pour yourself some water, your mind already racing through the events of the day. You can still feel Arthur’s eyes on you, the odd mix of a compliment and a coldness that follows. It’s like he can’t make up his mind whether he wants to be a complete jerk or at least acknowledge you as a person.

Emma raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything yet. She’s learned that sometimes you need to work through things out loud first.

“I swear, he’s so confusing,” you continue, leaning against the counter as you take a sip. “He complimented me yesterday, told me I looked nice, which… I don’t know, it felt like a big deal. But then he was still acting like I was doing everything wrong during the recording. And I can’t tell if he’s just being critical, or if he’s annoyed with me, or both. He literally can’t make up his mind.”

Emma’s face softens as she listens, clearly understanding where the frustration is coming from. She pushes herself off the counter, walking over to where you’re standing.

“Sounds like he’s being a classic mixed signal guy,” she says, leaning against the kitchen island. “He says something nice, and then immediately goes back to being a critic, like he doesn’t know how to handle being… well, nice. It’s like he wants to soften things but doesn’t know how.”

You run a hand through your hair, exhaling sharply. “Exactly! He can’t even give a compliment without trying to backpedal, and then when he’s being critical, it feels like he’s just trying to keep me in my place. Like he can’t let his guard down for even a second.”

Emma chuckles, but there’s no humor in it, only understanding. “Sounds like he’s got some weird boundaries. Or, he’s just not used to working with someone new and doesn’t know how to handle it. Maybe he’s trying to figure out where he fits in this whole thing.”

“I don’t know,” you murmur, frustrated. “Maybe. But it’s hard to figure out. Why did he even compliment me when the next day he’s acting like I can’t do anything right. I’m just trying to do my job, but it feels like I’m constantly walking on eggshells around him.”

Emma crosses her arms. “You know, it’s not your job to decode his moods. You’re there to do your job, not play therapist to a guy with mood swings. If he can’t make up his mind, that’s on him, not you.”

You let out a long breath, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease a little. “Yeah, I know you’re right. It’s just so frustrating. I don’t know if he likes me, if he respects me, or if he thinks I’m doing a terrible job. And I can’t tell if it even matters to him.”

“Of course it matters,” Emma says, “But don’t lose yourself trying to figure him out. Keep doing your thing, and if he’s too much of a dick, you don’t have to keep putting up with it. You’re there for a reason, you’re good at your job. If he can’t see that, that’s his problem, not yours.”

You smile weakly, feeling a little better. It helps to vent, to have someone who gets it, even if she can’t solve the problem for you.

“Thanks, Emma,” you say, grateful for her perspective. “I think I needed that.”

“No problem,” she says with a grin. “Now, are you going to talk about how cute Isaac is, or should we just skip to the part where you obsess about Arthur some more?”

You roll your eyes, but a laugh bubbles up in your chest, easing some of the tension. “He’s literally got a girlfriend you freak. I’m going to bed before you make me spill my entire brain. But seriously, thanks for listening.”

“Anytime,” Emma says, giving you a quick hug. “Go get some rest. Tomorrow’s a new day, and maybe Arthur will stop being a walking red flag.”

You chuckle as you walk past the kitchen, grateful for Emma’s existence. Your mind is still buzzing with thoughts of Arthur, the compliment, the critiques, and the confusing mix of everything in between. But for now, at least you know you can handle it. You just have to keep doing your best, no matter what mood he’s in.

You walk back into your room, still feeling the weight of the conversation with Emma pressing on you. As you shut the door behind you, you sigh, feeling the urge to just zone out for a while. A distraction. Something to take your mind off everything.

You flop onto your bed and grab your phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media for a few minutes. Eventually, you end up on YouTube, opening a random video to let your brain just wander. The title is something unrelated to anything you’ve been dealing with, just a quick laugh before bed, right?

But then your thumb stops, and you freeze for a moment.

There, on the screen, is Arthur.

He’s in a group video with a few friends, laughing so easily, his voice light and genuine as he jokes around with them. You watch for a moment, surprised by how different he looks. In this video, there’s no cold distance, no rigid formality, he’s relaxed, smiling, clearly enjoying himself.

He’s even funny. You hadn’t expected that. He’s laughing so easily with his friends, making jokes and genuinely having a good time, and it stings. The image of him from the recording session earlier, barely acknowledging you except to be a dick, clashes so much with the guy in the video, it’s almost jarring.

You keep watching, biting your lip as you do, a mixture of irritation and confusion brewing in your chest. Arthur is clearly capable of being… well, human. He’s charismatic, funny, and lowkey kind of attractive. Watching him with his friends, you can see a completely different side of him, a side that feels genuine and lovely.

And that just makes you frustrated.

Why couldn’t he act like that around you? Why couldn’t he at least show you that side? Instead, he’s constantly on the defensive, as if every move you make could be the wrong one, as if he’s just waiting for you to mess up. You want to be friends with him, really. You want to break through the cold exterior he’s put up and see the person you’ve just seen on the screen.

But instead, he’s been nothing but distant, and hard to read. It’s like he’s purposely making it difficult for you to get to know him.

You pause the video, staring at the screen for a long moment, the laughter still ringing in your ears.

“God, what is your problem, Arthur?” you mutter under your breath.

Part of you wonders if it’s just a defense mechanism. Maybe he’s afraid of opening up to you because it’s easier to stay distant, easier to stay detached. Or maybe, maybe you’re just a little too eager to decode everything he does.

You shake your head, frustration still gnawing at you. Either way, it’s becoming clear, this whole relationship between you two is going to drive you mad if you don’t get some answers soon.

You move to lay on your bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen. The video of Arthur laughing and having fun with his friends is still fresh in your mind. You’ve been trying to figure him out for weeks, but it’s like you’re only seeing bits and pieces, never the full picture. You can tell there’s more to him than the stiff, professional exterior he puts on at work, and for some reason, you want to know what that is.

Taking a deep breath, you type out the message.

You: Hey, Arthur. I was thinking, maybe we could hang out tomorrow? Just to get to know each other a little better outside of work?

You hesitate for a second, then hit send before you can second-guess yourself. You don’t want to overthink this, even though you’re already doing it.

The reply comes quickly, almost too quickly.

Arthur: Sure, what time?

You blink at the screen, a little taken aback by how fast he responded.

You: How about 2? Maybe grab a coffee or something?

Arthur: Sounds good. See you then.

You can’t help the small grin that tugs at the corner of your mouth. It’s not much, but it’s something. A step toward figuring him out, even if you don’t quite know what you’re expecting yet. You’re just curious, curious about the person he is when he’s not in ‘work mode.’

You’re surprised that Arthur took the coffee thing so seriously. You’ve always known ‘getting a coffee’ to just be saying but with Arthur, everything was just so literal.

You walk into the coffee shop, scanning the room for Arthur. You spot him almost immediately, sitting by the window, looking slightly out of place but calm enough, eyes on his phone. He seems to be waiting for someone but still, there’s something a little stiff about his posture, as if he’s not entirely comfortable here.

You make your way over and sit down across from him. He looks up when you approach. It’s the same reserved Arthur you’ve come to expect, but today, there was something different, like he’s trying a bit harder to make this work.

“Hey,” he says, with a slight nod, his voice a little quieter than usual.

“Hey,” you reply, smiling. “Did you get anything yet?”

“No,” he answers, still looking a little unsure, but he’s looking at you now, not his phone. “I was waiting for you.”

It’s a small thing, but it hits you in a way you weren’t expecting. You smile a little, warmed by the gesture, though you try not to overthink it.

“Thanks,” you say, your voice softening.

He waves it off quickly, his tone more casual now but still a little awkward. “It’s not a problem,” he says, almost like he’s trying to play it down. “You’re my boss, basically. Just trying to get on your good side.”

You smile, surprised, and chuckle a little. His dry humor is unexpected, but it lands in a way you didn’t anticipate.

“Well, thanks for that,” you reply, feeling oddly flattered despite his strange delivery. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Arthur gives a half-smile and shrugs, his gaze drifting for a moment. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind. I normally wait anyway.”

You watch him for a moment, trying to get a read on him. “What do you mean?”

He shifts, clearly a little uncomfortable, but still tries to explain. “I don’t mind waiting, I guess. It’s just how I do things.”

You nod, taking it in, your mind swirling just a little. “Fair enough,” you say, still not fully sure what to make of him, but there’s something about this whole exchange that feels a bit different, maybe even a little more real.

“So,” Arthur continues, his voice dropping back into more neutral territory, “what do you like to drink?”

You tell him your usual order, casual enough, just trying to make conversion, and he nods before getting up to place his own order at the counter. You glance around, feeling a little awkward, but you don’t think much of it as he steps away.

A few minutes later, Arthur returns with not one, but two drinks, his and yours.

“Oh my god, thank you so much,” you say, genuinely surprised. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Arthur places your cup down in front of you, still looking a little stiff but a little more at ease than he was when you first arrived. “It’s no big deal. Just thought I’d get it right. You know, get on the good side.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head at his dry delivery. “I appreciate it, though. Really.”

He shrugs, still avoiding looking at you directly, but his words come a little easier now. “Like I said, it’s no problem.”

You sip your drink, listening as Arthur talks more freely now, the conversation settling into a familiar rhythm, work talk. He’s talking about logistics for the next podcast episode, tossing around ideas, sharing his thoughts on the content. It’s comfortable in a way, but it’s also… exactly what you expected. There’s no attempt to stray from the professional, no small talk, no attempt to get to know each other beyond the scope of your roles in the podcast.

You try to keep up with the conversation, nodding along, but you can’t help the small sense of disappointment creeping in. You were hoping, maybe foolishly, that this time would be different, that you could break the surface a little, have a real conversation, maybe find some common ground outside of the work stuff.

Arthur stops talking for a moment, glancing at you. “You alright?”

You pause, caught off guard. You’ve been staring at your drink a little too long, caught in your thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quickly, shaking your head, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine.”

But Arthur’s still watching you, his brow furrowed slightly, like he’s trying to figure something out. “You sure?”

“Yeah, just…” You trail off, unsure how to put it into words. “I just thought… I don’t know.” You hesitate, then take a breath, trying to voice what you’re feeling. “I wanted to get to know you outside of the podcast. Like, just as people. Not just… the job.”

Arthur looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before he shrugs, almost like it’s no big deal. “Why?”

You blink, feeling the weight of the question pressing down on you. “I don’t know, I just thought it’d be nice. You know? I want us to be friends.”

Arthur stares at you, his face going blank for a split second. The silence stretches for a moment before he responds, his tone casual, almost like he doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal.

“I thought we were.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. You look at him, feeling a pit in your stomach. He thought you were friends? This whole time, the way he’s been acting, cold, distant, sometimes outright rude, and he thinks you’re friends?

You laugh a little, though it sounds more like a nervous exhale than anything else. “Really? After everything? You think we’re friends?”

Arthur looks a little confused now, “I mean, yeah. We work together, right? I thought that’s how this works.”

You stare at him, still processing what he said. “But you’ve been… kind of a dick to me, Arthur.” The words come out before you can stop them. “I don’t feel like we’ve really been friends at all. You’ve barely said anything outside of work, and when you have, it’s mostly been… well, criticism. Not really friendly.”

Arthur goes quiet for a moment, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain through his eyes as he processes your words.

“I didn’t think it was like that,” he says slowly, his voice quieter now. “I thought you were doing your job, I was doing mine. I didn’t think there was any… tension.”

You shake your head, frustrated, though it’s not really with him anymore. “But there is, Arthur. I mean, why are we even here, having this conversation, if you think everything’s fine? You can’t just keep brushing things under the rug and expect it to be okay.”

He’s still quiet for a moment, staring at his cup, clearly thinking, and for once, you can’t quite read him at all. The conversation feels like it’s slipping away, and you’re unsure of where it’s going or if anything will change after this.

Arthur sighs, finally meeting your gaze again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird between us.”

You nod, feeling a little lighter but still frustrated. “I just… I don’t know. I wanted to actually be friends, Arthur. I don’t want to keep doing this back-and-forth, professional stuff all the time. It’s tiring.”

Arthur shifts in his seat, his gaze softening just a little. “I get it,” he says, his voice low. “Maybe I’ve been a bit… distant. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

You let out a small breath, realising this conversation may have been more productive than you initially thought. Maybe things aren’t fixed, but at least there’s a crack in the wall between you. A small crack, but a crack nonetheless.

“Okay,” you say quietly, not sure what else to add, but feeling slightly more hopeful than you did before. “Can we be friends, Arthur?”

Arthur nods, his lips quirking just the tiniest bit into a smile. “Yeah, friends.”

You walk back to your flat, your mind still turning over the conversation you just had with Arthur. You weren’t sure what exactly changed between you two. Maybe you could work together without all the tension. Maybe you could actually be friends.

When you get to the door, you step inside and kick off your shoes, the warm familiarity of your flat greeting you. Your flatmate Emma is cooking something and she looks up when you enter.

“So,” she says, sitting up and giving you a knowing look. “How’d it go with Arthur?”

You sit down next to her, exhaling a heavy sigh, trying to shake off the weight of the conversation. “It was… good. We talked. Finally.

“Finally? You mean you didn’t talk before this?”

“Not really,” you say, letting your head fall back against the couch. “It was all just about work, you know? He’s been really distant, and I was starting to think he hated me. But today… today, we talked. Actually talked.”

Emma looks interested now, sitting down next to you. “Okay, come on. What happened?”

You tell her everything, how Arthur had been cold, distant, and how you’d been confused, frustrated, and unsure of what was going on between you. Then you mention his response when you finally opened up about wanting to be friends.

“He said he thought we were already friends,” you finish with a small laugh. “Like, what?”

Emma smiles, clearly amused. “That’s… a little messed up. But hey, at least he didn’t completely shut you down.”

You nod, a little frustrated but also kind of relieved. “Yeah, I guess. But it felt like… like there’s still a lot he doesn’t get. I don’t think he even realised how weird he was making things for me. Like, I was just supposed to understand that he was ‘being professional’ or whatever, but it still felt like he didn’t like me.”

Emma frowns slightly. “That sucks. But it sounds like he’s starting to see where you’re coming from. Maybe things will be different now?”

You’re not sure how to answer, but before you can, your phone buzzes on the coffee table, lighting up with a message from Arthur.

You pick it up, your heart giving a little lurch as you unlock the screen and read:

Arthur: I didn’t realise you felt I didn’t like you. I really enjoyed talking to you today.

You blink at the message, not sure what to think at first. The words are simple enough, but there’s something in them that makes you pause. A small, almost apologetic tone to them, like he’s realising his behavior was off.

You show Emma the message, and she grins. “Well, look at that! Sounds like someone’s trying.”

You bite your lip, feeling conflicted. “I don’t know. It’s nice, but it’s still kind of… weird, you know? Like, it’s not really a big apology. It’s just him saying he didn’t realise.”

Emma shrugs, not without some sympathy. “Well, it’s a start, right? He seems like he actually likes you. He’s at least acknowledging how you feel, even if it’s awkward.”

You nod slowly, still processing the words. “Yeah, I guess. I just wish he’d be more… upfront. Or just, you know, less weird.”

Emma snorts. “Arthur’s a work in progress. I’m sure he’ll figure it out eventually.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I hope so.”

As you think over the message again, you can’t quite tell if Arthur’s being genuine or if he’s just being polite. But either way, you appreciate that he’s acknowledging the tension. Maybe things between you two will improve.

“Thanks for listening. Again,” you say, sinking back into the sofa, feeling a little lighter. “I needed to vent.”

Emma grins, nudging you playfully. “Anytime, my friend. Just make sure you keep me updated on all this Arthur drama. Sounds like there’s more to come.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yeah. There probably is.”

And even though you still feel unsure about where you and Arthur are heading, there’s a small sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’re on the right path.

You stare at Arthur’s message for a moment, your fingers hovering over the screen. You want to respond, but part of you feels unsure. It’s one thing for him to acknowledge what’s been happening, but you’re still figuring out how to navigate this weird, in-between space you two find yourselves in.

You: Thanks, Arthur. It was nice talking to you too.

You hit send then set the phone down on the table. You’re already preparing for the awkwardness that could follow, or maybe the lack of a response. But almost immediately, your phone buzzes again.

Arthur: A medium iced latte with vanilla.

What a strange man, you thought. Why is he telling you your coffee order? Isaac has told you he was a bit weird and you’d noticed it yourself but you didn’t really know what to say.

You stare at the message for a moment. You start typing a reply, but this time, you take a breath before hitting send.

You: What do you mean?

Your phone buzzes almost immediately.

Arthur: Your drink order, I’ll buy you the same one next time we record.

You find yourself smiling as you put the phone down, feeling not just a little less anxious than before, but kind of excited.

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Chapter four

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a/n: THERE WILL BE PROGRESS I PROMISE

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[atzjuyeon]

JUYEON & HER BOYS .ᐟ

SEONGHWA ⚡︎ HWASEONG

juhwa

their relationship is very much built on comfort. over the years, seonghwa has become a safe space for juyeon and that’s specifically based on how he treats her when she’s experiencing an episode. he doesn’t try to force her to talk about what’s wrong or ask her if she’s okay. he just sits with her and lets her exist. sometimes, he’ll talk while juyeon listens and sometimes they’ll just sit in silence. he knows how to navigate her and she appreciates that.

on a more lighthearted note, she stresses him out. anytime something happens that he should be even slightly worried about, he’s looking at juyeon first because nine times out of ten, it’s her doing. juyeon doesn’t listen to hongjoong so when it comes to scolding or trying to calm her down, it’s seonghwa on the job usually bribing her with something so she’ll relax.

HONGJOONG ⚡︎ JOONG

hongju

hongjoong has always had confidence in juyeon. it’s the reason why she’s even in the group. but when she officially joined and began to practice with them, things went slightly south. their different perspectives made them clash a lot. juyeon would call hongjoong too bossy and hongjoong would tell her that her work ethic was poor. this was before anyone really knew about juyeon’s poor mental state so there was a huge lack of understanding between the both of them. it wasn’t completely bad blood but there were a lot of frustrating moments. after talking and learning more about juyeon on a personal level, hongjoong laid off a bit. he took the time to understand her and now their disagreements aren’t as serious as they used to be.

hongjoong is juyeon’s favorite target when it comes to pranks because to her, he has the best reactions. he gets scared shitless and then scolds her like a dad. she thinks it’s hilarious. sometimes, he’ll let her childish energy slide simply just to see her happy.

YUNHO ⚡︎ YUN

yunju

yunho reminds juyeon of her older brother if they had a good relationship. out of all of the members, yunho and juyeon definitely have that brother/sister energy the most. they’ll play fight and play video games together, screaming at each other through voice chat while being in the same house (poor yeosang 😭).

he’s actually very protective of juyeon, despite her being older. he tries to encourage her to take care of herself by engaging with her. if he goes to the gym, he’ll ask if she wants to tag along. if he’s eating something that’s even a little healthy, he’ll give her some with even asking. he’s like her bodyguard in public (even though she swears she doesn’t need one). he insist on making sure she’s okay.

YEOSANG ⚡︎ SANG-AH

jusang

it took a while for juyeon and yeosang to become close. at first, juyeon thought he was kind of boring. he didn’t talk to her much and kept quiet whenever she was around. honestly she thought he didn’t like her. really, yeosang was just intimidated by her. juyeon is loud and boisterous and comes off as rude or aggressive sometimes. she made him nervous in a way that he didn’t want to accidentally set her off. after learning this, she tried to tone it down a bit around yeosang until he was comfortable enough with her.

in a way, juyeon is protective of yeosang. he’s known to be on the quieter side and juyeon takes the initiative to try to get him out of his shell. you know those moments where yeosang’ll want to get someone’s attention but just doesn’t say anything and stands there until someone notices? juyeon’s the one yelling to that person from the across the room. she always makes sure he has an opportunity to speak during interviews and tells him “don’t suffer in silence.” she just might be the leader of the yeosang protection squad.

SAN ⚡︎ SANRIO

jusan

san was someone who caught juyeon off guard when they first met. he was so polite and spoke so formerly, it almost freaked her out. even after she told the members to speak comfortably it took san a bit longer to adjust. she wasn’t used to the kindness san showed her and for a minute, she thought he had ulterior motives. it took a long awaited conversation to clear up any misunderstandings between the two before they became close but they got there.

juyeon considers san one of her biggest supporters, always cheering her on and going with her to solo schedules when he can. many people argue that san brings out the kindness in juyeon. she’s a lot nicer to him and when he’s around. san is known for being very kind and gentleman-like and that definitely rubs off on her. she doesn’t want to do anything that'll seriously hurt him so she stays far away from him when she’s upset. the only thing he isn’t safe from is juyeon stealing his food, because she will take his cake like seonghwa did.

MINGI ⚡︎ MINI

minju

if someone were to ask juyeon who is she closest to in ateez, she would say mingi. to juyeon, mingi is like a giant puppy. she doesn’t like to admit it, but she has a soft spot for him. sometimes she’ll do small gestures for him like buying him snacks or getting him a cup of coffee while she’s at a nearby cafe. she tries to act like it’s nothing whenever he tries to thank her for it. mingi tends to follow juyeon, either hanging out in her room or going with her whenever she has to run errands. he likes being in her presence.

they bond over their similar styles and music taste. they send each other music the other might like and go on shopping trips. they also spend a lot of studio time together and it could either go one of two ways: they make the dumbest, most chaotic song you could think of, or the greatest thing you’ve ever heard.

there’s a mutual understanding for each other when it comes to their mental health struggles. juyeon doesn’t talk about it much but she’ll sit and listen to mingi whenever he needs. in regular conversation, nothing goes without a funny comment or remark from juyeon. but in these situations, she shuts up and listens, allowing he to say whatever is on his mind without any judgement.

WOOYOUNG ⚡︎ YOUNG-AH

wooju ; partners in crime

loud ass mfs, keep these two AWAY from each other. the smallest things will set these two into a fit of laughter for ten minutes which leaves everyone else confused. nobody is safe when these two are together; you get nothing but chaos and bickering. they’re either partners in crime or each other’s worst enemy in games and challenges. juyeon and wooyoung are definitely the type to have random ass conversations in the middle of the night.

“what if fish had legs?”

“are you sure you’re not on drugs?”

JONGHO ⚡︎ JJONGIE

juho ; menace number 1 & menace number 2

juyeon and jongho have a very casual friendship. some would call them strictly coworkers or “not close” but that’s a bit of an exaggeration. they aren’t strictly coworkers but they aren’t super close either. they actually know very little about each other on a personal level. obviously, they know basic facts but in a who knows who better? contest, they’d both lose.

they definitely have chaotic potential though. they’re usually the ones who find funny tiktok videos to recreate or come up with inside jokes. she really treats him like the younger brother she never had. they tease and set each other up for embarrassing moments but it’s all in good fun.

[xoxodiluc]

stress reliever .ᐟ ❨ 17+ ❩

leon kennedy ( resident evil 2 remake ) x female! reader

genre nsfw, oneshot

cw sub! reader, praising, fingering, missionary, unprotected (stay protected pls) aftercare

notes last post for 2023! been one hell of a fucking yeaaar

it was night time and you were on the verge of tears as you sat on your study desk, head resting on your hand while you breathed in and out slowly.

you were getting stressed out by the amount of work you have to do, all you wanted was stress relief.

you bit your lip as tears dared to fall from your eyes. you didn't even notice the sound of the main door opening downstairs.

"y/n? i'm home!" your boyfriend, leon, called out. your eyes widened as you tried to wipe your tears away. you stood up and made your way downstairs. when you saw him, he was removing his shoes and he looked at you, smiling brightly. "hi, babe."

you tried to smile back with the same energy, "hi..." noticing your sad expression, he frowned.

"baby? what's wrong?"

he walked towards you, giving you a tight hug. "j-just... stressed. i want to rest but... i have to finish these as soon as possible. i don't think i could handle this anymore..."

"oh, love..." he ran his hand through your hair, placing a kiss on your forehead as he wiped the remaining tears resting on your cheeks. "you can rest, you know? even just for a little while. you deserve it because i know you've been working hard. you're doing so so well, baby. no matter what i'll always be here for you, alright?"

you melted into his embrace, slowly calming down. "thank you... i love you."

"i love you y/n." he pulled away and caressed your cheek, "come on, let me take care of you."

"huh?"

leon led you upstairs to your shared bedroom before smashing his lips to yours. the action caught you off guard, but you slowly kissed him back. "i'm going to make you feel better, love..." he said between kisses.

he carried you and slowly laid you down onto the bed, not breaking the kiss you two were sharing. he took your shorts off and pulled away, breathless. you were feeling hotter every second as he removed your shirt, leaving you with your undergarments. "please, i need you, leon..."

"you do?" he asked in a teasing tone, showering your neck with small kisses as you nodded vigorously. "okay then..." he slowly slid off your panties and rubbed your already wet pussy, looking up at you to see your reaction when he teased your clit.

"a-ah... leon..." you closed your eyes in satisfaction. he continued kissing you all over your body while he slowly inserted a finger inside you.

"you like that, baby?" he asked and you nodded, sighing softly, "you're so beautiful..."

your face heated up at his words, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. he inserted another digit inside you, making you arch your back unconsciously and let out a moan. "l-leon!"

he removed his fingers from you and you whined because you wanted more of him. he took off his pants and undergarments, revealing his hard cock with precum leaking. "i'm gonna make you feel good, baby. is it okay?"

"y-yes, baby. please. please fuck me."

he smiled at your words before positioning himself and intertwining his fingers to yours as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. "that's it, my pretty girl..." he groaned as you clenched around his dick.

he thrusts into you, slow and deep. you tightened your grip onto his hands as you bit your lip, "faster, leon..." you whined.

he granted your desire by fucking you faster and harder, mixed moans echoing in the room along with skin slapping against skin. your frustrations and stress suddenly vanished, and you were grateful to have someone like him to relieve it.

your trail of thoughts disappeared when he moaned in your ear, "so good for me, love... taking that cock so beautifully..."

leon brought his lips to yours as he pounded into you, muffling the whines of pleasure that was coming out from your mouth. "mmm...! i-i'm close!" you managed to cry out as he broke away from the kiss.

"yes baby, fuck. come for me." he rubbed your clit using his thumb and finally, you felt your orgasm come crashing down to you as your legs shook.

you both panted, and he smiled at you. "do you need anything? water?" he asked, and you shook your head.

"just cuddles..." you responded, and it wasn't long till he laid down beside you, bodies pressed together as he wrapped his arms around your figure. "you didn't get to come..."

"don't worry about me, love." leon kissed your forehead. "like i said, i want to make you feel better. i'm here to relieve your stress anytime."

xoxodiluc © 2023 | all rights reserved. do not claim as your own, modify, copy or repost.

[lcvehee]

lost and found (smau)

#15. realizations

꩜ .ᐟ a/n: we are so backkkk. boycotting is so fucking hard but i'm surviving😝 here's chapter 15 as promised!

꩜ .ᐟ wc: 0.9k + screenshots.

sohee soundlessly locked the door behind him, painstakingly removing his shoes. it was midnight, he had just finished his shift and he couldn’t wait to go to sleep; the thought of dropping everything and just melting under the covers was extremely tempting, but he didn’t want to wake seunghan.

the guy was annoying and didn’t know how to properly load the dishwasher, sure, but sohee knew how important sleep is for a college student. seunghan, despite his constant teasing and clinginess, greatly cared about sohee. and unfortunately for sohee, that went both ways—he cared about him too.

as he dragged himself to the bathroom to wash up, he could feel someone hovering behind him, about to hug him. “seunghan?” he called out, turning around.

and there he stood, fully awake, with a big grin on his face. “that’s me, baby.”

sohee stared at him quizzically, crossing his arms.

“as hard as it is to believe, i’m actually up studying.” seunghan puffed out his chest. “this exam season is my academic comeback.”

“oh, good luck with that.” sohee chuckled to himself before removing his t-shirt. “now, get out, i need to shower.”

“what if i wanted to bother you for a little longer?”

“if you don’t leave, i won’t help you for your stats class.”

the other boy gasped in pure horror. “you didn’t.”

“oh yes, i just did,” sohee raised his eyebrows.

“okay, fine, i’ll leave” seunghan grumbled. “but just one thing.”

sohee hummed absentmindedly.

“are you really just friends with y/n?”

“this again?”

his cool facade was fraying. quickly. sohee squirmed under his friend’s inquisitive gaze, now aware of his quickening heartbeat and the warming of his face. damn it. he hates the way he feels. he clutched his now-discarded t-shirt to his bare chest, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed to his liking. literally and figuratively.

“so?”

he cleared his throat, and suddenly found himself looking at his socks. “we’re just friends.”

“look at me when you say that.” seunghan paused. “and there’s no use lying. it’s obvious when you do—at least to me.”

sohee grumbled. “i'm definitely not helping you for your statistics exam.”

seunghan cackled as he left the bathroom.

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anton was sprawled out on the sofa, his shoulders touching yours. he was on a facetime call with giselle and yeri. there was a random youtube video playing in the background, long forgotten.

“where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her in a while,” yeri said in her usual cheery tone.

he wordlessly shifted his body to fit you both in the frame, careful to not crush you with his weight.

“y/n! i can finally see your beautiful face.” yeri exclaimed.

you chuckled. “how are you so full of energy? it's midnight.”

she shrugged. “it’s probably your brother’s cooking. he cooks way too much, and it’s full of protein.”

giselle laughed at this. “still a gymrat?”

“absolutely.” your brother appeared in the frame, his eyes lighting up as he saw your face staring back at him. “how’s my sister doing?”

“well, a lot has happened since we've talked,” you say, flashing him an apologetic smile. “but yeah. um, i was followed the other day.”

“WHAT?” he yelled, taking the phone from yeri's hands. “do i have to beat someone up?”

“yeah, please explain what actually happened!” giselle lamented, her forehead creased in worry.

“no, it's not what you think!”

after explaining to them what actually happened that day, your brother asked, “what happened?”

you stared at your screen, dumbfounded. “i just told you?”

“y/n… you've changed.”

“are we interrupting?” giselle muttered, eyes wide. “this seems like an important heart-to-heart between siblings.”

“yeah, i'll do my skincare. i'll take my sweet time, don't worry.” yeri said in a sing-song tone as she got up, leaving the frame.

your brother winces. “sorry for making this serious.”

anton laughed, handing his phone to you. “it's okay, hyung,” he said softly, then turned to you, patting your shoulder, “go talk to your brother. i'll make some tea, i guess.”

you mutter a thank you and turn your attention to your brother.

“now that it's the two of us, let's be frank with each other,” he said, tone completely serious, “has something happened recently? other than those weird fans following you.”

you just stare at the pixels on the screen forming his face, debating if you want to tell him. but tell him… what exactly?

“okay, um, how'd you get to know wonbin?”

you tell him how he's a friend of giselle's and you two met at one of his parties. your brother seemed surprised at the mention of alcohol and partying. “i didn't know you drank? let alone go to parties?”

“should i take that as an insult? you know what? nevermind.” you laughed bitterly to yourself, “just to clear any confusion, that party was actually my first time."

you exhaled. "and the drinking? it started in freshman year, i was stressed out, okay?” you sigh, “don't tell mom.”

“don't worry, i won't,” he smiled sheepishly. “why didn't you call me about this though?”

“i don't know… but good news is that i don't drink much these days.” you say, as you think to yourself. why is that?

you found yourself thinking of a certain someone.

you've never told sohee explicitly about your drinking habit but he's probably noticed—you like to drink to forget about college sometimes. not really often, but when you do, you sure drink a lot.

“y/n? you okay?”

“oh, uh, yeah,” you mutter. he raised a brow at this.

“not very convincing, i know,” you add.

you know what? fuck it.

after a beat of silence, you said, “i became friends with another guy, too. his name's sohee.”

“oh?”

“it's kind of funny actually,” you start.

as you ramble on about your first encounter, then your newly minted friendship, your brother just nods and lets out a few hums, listening intently.

“well, i'm glad you're friends with that sohee boy,” he uttered, a fond smile on his face.

“what makes you say that?”

“you just seem happier, and less reserved? he's a good influence on you."

“really?”

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KANGEL

Fixed it for ya.

Names ; KAngel, celeste, naomi, pixelette,

Nicknames ; godess, angel, interweb

Age ; perma21

Pronouns ; she/her, idol/Idols, angel/angels, seraph/seraphim, digi/digital, inter/internet

Gender ; angelgender, angelstar, angeldigital, adoredvirtual, digiluvsic

Sexuality ; Neptunic or Omnisexual

Species ; Human/Internet Angel

Role ; Instagator, Preformer, Clout Chaser

Alter type ; Introject Fictive

Source; Needy Streamer Overdose

Sign off emoji ; 🪽🎀, 🌐🪽, 🌐🎀, 🌐🕊

TransIDs ; transdigital, transaddict, transstalked, transsuperstar

PermaIDs ; permaBPD, permaJirai, permafamous, permaangel

MUDs ; Fantasychosis, Internet Addiction Disorder (IAD), Fictional-Obsessive Love Disorder (F-OLD), Joints-Fucked, Platform Parasocial Attachment Disorder (PPAD)

Face claims ;

[lynnuvo]

₊✩‧₊˚Your Biggest Fan! ˚₊✩‧₊

Characters: Streamer (Y/N) x Yandere!Fan Potential to become a series. If you're interested, stay tuned and stay wary ♡ .ᐟ

You are the literal embodiment of a college student: stressed yet laidback at random times, too tired to put a lot of effort to dress up unless it counted, and--most relevant of all--broke. And in this instance, you are disastrously broke.

After the most heated argument with your parents you ever had in your life, they sent a text message when you got home stating that they would no longer be providing financial support unless there is an dire emergency. To say you were panicked would be an understatement. Your parents typically refused to not send you money when you told them you didn't need it (you did). As much as the family bickered and made up as fast as temperatures change, they always threw money your way. The argument was spontaneous and could not have come at a worse time. Before it happened, you shared with them that you had just gotten fired from your part-time job.

You flop on your bed and pull out your phone to doomscroll the afternoon away. Classes have taken the energy out of you. You could job search, but you decide you deserve a break.

After an hour, you come across a video of a big streamer talking about their income with their chat. Your interest piques at the revealed amount of money they receive from streaming alone and from sponsorships. Getting paid to do whatever you want? It sounded like a dream.

It starts as a simple thought, but it wakes up with you the next morning and trails with you to class. More videos of streamers pop up while you try and dine to entertainment. You distract yourself at night with games, but you wake up still thinking of it.

After two weeks of overthinking about expenses, you decide to give in to the temptation. You were lucky your dorm was already paid for, but groceries are becoming harder to obtain already.

You make an account on CommLines one night and decorate your profile--fonts and all. You didn't expect for research to come into play, but you need as much engagement as possible.

The next night, you prepare to do your first stream. You're going to need to get the hang of things and a fanbase before you're eligible for payment.

The first five streams go as expected: the only viewer you receive during one of your gameplays leaves after 10 minutes without saying anything. You end your last stream with a sigh. Admittedly, it's a bit awkward talking to yourself, but you needed to add some clips to another social media account you made.

After talking about your family predicament with a friend in class, they offer you a job at their family's restaurant. It's only for one day a week since their parents are skeptical about their child's friends all the time, but you take it anyway. Any income is better than no income. Thankfully, the restaurant colleagues treat you better than your last job. You actually find yourself enjoying the place (save for the lunch rush, of course).

You're no longer as desperate for money, so the next time you stream, you let yourself loose. You're getting bored of the popular FPS you've been streaming, so you try out a niche RPG you saw another streamer play. It's quite fun thinking of yourself as a YooTube creator now! You're not worried about your reactions and the best way to play as much anymore. From then on, you stream when you have free time and feel like it.

Over the span of four months, your platform grows at a tremendous rate due to someone making one of your clips grow viral (though they title the video embarrassingly: "Top 5 Screams from New Players of Scary Scary Town: Horror RPG!!"). Your numbers aren't quite there to get monetized yet, but you average 100+ viewers per stream now. Your heart beats with passion when you start one after finals.

"Hey everyone! Nice to see you all again! Mwah!" you greet, throwing a silly little kiss at the camera. "I'm having a great day today. First one to guess is getting pinned why is getting pinned. Even if no one guesses, I'll tell you anyway~!"

Messages flood the chat.

You grin as you finally spot an answer. "I see someone! Mr.OWO--I can't believe I just said that--you got it so fast. I'm guessing you might also have classes. Lemme figure out--sorry, this is my first time pinning someone, but I know it's possible....there! That's it; I passed all of my finals!"

Praises and cute emojis pile up. You thank your followers and open a video. "As the title suggests, I'm not gaming this time. I'm doing a bit of hobby-exploring. See here, a friend gifted me this wooden box to store some stuff. I want to paint it, but I'm not the best at coming up with ideas. I was hoping you guys might be able to help me."

And so, you begin. You answer questions from chat while taking suggestions as you paint. Your hands get messy, your job isn't perfect, but you're having a great time. There ends up being no theme, but you love the doodles regardless.

Another suggestion rolls in. You read, "'I think you should paint a fox with a bowtie. By the way, I'm surprised you got this far.' That's a cute one, though I'm not sure how to take that last sentence....SheepyWolf23."

Huh. That name looks familiar.

SheepyWolf23: i was your only viewer in one of your streams a few months ago. you were playing GotchaHand2.

You gasp. "Oh my gosh! It's you! How did you find me again?!"

SheepyWolf23: i just saw you on my FYP streaming page but with much more subs. just wanted to check in but ended up staying and subbing XD SheepyWolf23: cant wait to join more

A laugh escapes your lips as heat rushes to your face. "Thank you so much for coming back! Everyone, SheepyWolf23 is my first viewer of all time. Crazy how things change, huh?"

You continue the stream as normal, though your inner feelings are otherwise. By midnight, your box is finally complete. It certainly has personality that you thank the chat for gifting. With a wave, you end the stream and wipe your eyes with your wrist. It's late and you need to clean up before bed.

The next morning, you wake to get ready for school. All is typical until you skim your phone while packing lunch. You nearly drop your tupperware.

A notification from a direct message on CommLines reads:

SheepyWolf23: hey! hope i'm not disturbing. i see you haven't set up donations yet. how do you feel abt donos?

Your heart beats in your chest. This is your first private message from a subscriber. The alarm on your phone blares, making you flinch. You hurriedly prepare to leave the dorm to get to class on time. The sun shines bright and the breeze tickles your legs on the way to campus--a good sign, you hope. You're a bit early, so you slip into a seat quietly and take out your note-taking necessities. No one in real life knows you stream yet; you're shy at the thought. Despite having already shown your face to the internet, you wish no one in real life approaches you about your online activities. Therefore, you hold off on opening the app until after classes.

When that time came, you drive home as quick as possible and throw yourself on the bed. You take a deep breath before replying.

Streamer(Y/N): hi! no, you're not, don't worry! to be honest, i'm not sure how to receive them and whether im at the right level to

Ping!

Wow. They're fast. Then again, it is the time when both workers and students of all grades start leaving their buildings.

SheepyWolf23: wdym level? Streamer(Y/N): im not sure how to describe it. i guess what i mean is that i'm not "big" enough? tho i dont really emphasize getting big as much as it is to have fun! SheepyWolf23: ohhh. don't worry about that! you have to be a certain "level" to be monetized, but donations can come at any time! i can help you Streamer(Y/N): really? that would be nice if it's no trouble! Streamer(Y/N): you're not gonna hack me, are you? SheepyWolf23: of course not XD promise

The user messages you instructions and suggestions for resources that can be useful. You spend the next hour examining them and finally choose one. They guide you, from making the app account to linking it to your streaming account. As part of the promise, they do not ask for your personal identifiers of any kind--not even once. The only thing he does have is the username, which is the same as your username for streaming.

Streamer(Y/N): i think it's done! SheepyWolf23: yup, that should be all. let me try something just to be sure.

You don't have time to wonder what it could be before a ping! resounds from your phone. On it is a notification from the money transfer app stating that you received $50 from SheepyWolf23. You gape and frantically fly your fingers across the keyboard.

Streamer(Y/N): you didn't have to donate! i'm grateful for your help and that's enough for me, i promise SheepyWolf23: haha don't worry about it. please don't send the money back. it's part of my fun money. and n e way, you deserve it for the sudden growth! i get to be your first viewer and your first donator XD Streamer(Y/N): omg you're right. thank you so much!! i srsly mean it SheepyWolf23: ur welcome! im going out with friends tonight, so i should get ready now. see you next stream ᵔᴥᵔ Streamer(Y/N): oh okay okay, have a good night! thank you again!

SheepyWolf23 doesn't answer back, concluding the conversation. Your grin could break your face. It's been forever since you felt you were on the right track of something. Maybe this was the start of your path to be part of the Top 10 Streamers online.

Oh, who were you kidding? You weren't going to get that far yet, but you're going to enjoy trying to your fullest.

Your next couple streams are all successes. A few people went out of their way to clip parts of the recording themselves to post on Yootube, which both enlightened and terrified you. You were going to have to be more careful about what you say, but to be honest, you haven't run into any problems with that so far. Still, it's a little scary to think that strangers anywhere in the world are viewing you. That's a cost of your streaming content you were willing to take.

You're in quite a chipper mood in class one day when you feel a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, you find your friend, Sherry, behind you with a smile. She gestures for you to hurry up and pack your things so you both can leave for lunch together. You do so. It wasn't a normal occurrence to eat out with friends during the weekdays, so today was extra special!

You two hop into Sherry's car and head to her restaurant--the one you work at. You'd guess most wouldn't want to dine at their workplace, but Sherry's employees make mean meals. You're both quickly escorted to a booth and delivered food; Sherry, with the power of the daughter of an establishment, receives only the best service.

"Thank you again, girl," you cheer as you feast immediately. "I'm so glad things are doing well here, from what your dad said last shift, anyway."

Sherry chuckles. "Yeah, you know you're doing great in the food service when the rushes are torture. I'm so sorry. You're on your feet much more than I am."

"Oh, don't worry about it! I'm grateful for the job, and you have to deal with the nasty customers at the register. I hate hearing old ladies yell at you. I just want to punch them!"

"Please don't!" Sherry chides half-heartedly, pointing her straw at you. She suddenly whispers, "Anyway, I heard my mom and dad talking about raises last night. You're for sure getting one. It's not by a lot, but I figure you need it."

Your eyes brighten, and you jump forward to hold her hand. "Really?! Oh my gawd, thank you, Sherry! I love you so much! I could kiss you!"

Sherry laughs aloud as you mimic kissing her. You catch an elderly couple side-eyeing, but you don't care. You finally sit back down and release a light sigh. "I feel like I've been dreaming lately. Things are going so well, and I actually feel alive!"

"That sounds good! How come?"

"Well, first of all, this job. Then, uh--" You flicker your eyes to the wall and hide your smile a bit. "--my hobbies have been making me real happy. Like painting and playing games, you know? I also started clay-making. It's harder than I thought, but I think I'll get the hang of it sometime."

Much to your surprise, Sherry's smile falls. Her mouth opens and closes hesitantly before she finally says, "(Y/N), can you be honest with me?"

"Huh? Yeah, of course. I've always been."

"Are you....streaming?"

Your heart drops. Your mind shouts at you to laugh it off, but your voice is caught in your throat. Was it really necessary to lie to someone who's helped you this much?

You don't need to make the decision. Sherry rests her elbows on the table and offers a tiny smile. "You do, don't you."

"Yeah...I do. How did you know?"

"I saw one of your clips on YooTube. I chalked it up to similarity at first, but I searched a couple more videos and couldn't deny it was you." She chuckled. "Thank goodness I was right. It would have been embarrassing if I was wrong."

"Please don't tell anyone, Sherry."

"I won't. I haven't. I'm glad you're doing something that makes you happy, but...just be careful, okay?"

"I am, don't worry!"

"I mean it, (Y/N)." She fiddles with her fork and drops her gaze to her plate. "I know it might not be my place to say, but I saw some....things people said. They're mostly good things, though! It's just...in the comments of a video, I saw someone talking about your shirt...hanging a bit--um--down, you know?"

"Oh my gosh. I wasn't exposing myself too much, was I?"

"No no. I was just a bit of cleavage, but the person was making it a bigger deal than it was." She rolled her eyes. "Some guys act like they've never seen a woman."

You take a bit of your food with furrowed brows. "I can't believe it. Thank you. I'll be more careful. I was having fun--I didn't realize. Oh. How much of my streams do you watch, if you don't mind me asking?"

She waves her hand. "I don't pay much attention to videogames, even less streams. The only streamer I know except you is the big one with red hair. Don't worry about whether I'm watching! No offense, but I'd rather go thrifting and make vlogs for my TappyGram!"

"Oh right. I saw the new video you posted. The pink top with bows was so cute! Who was that girl shopping with you?"

"My cousin! We both like pastels, so we went to the mall together to find some. Let me show you the stuff I didn't post!"

Sherry pulls out her phone, and the day continues. After lunch, she drops you off and bids you farewell before heading home. You head to your car yourself, grateful your professor cancelled class. When you get to your dorm room, you shower, change, and search the comments of every YooTube video of you you could find. It's probably best not to look for the comments Sherry told you about, but you're curious--too curious for your own good.

You finally find it.

RedCarsAre_Sexy: aw man, almost saw her tits ⤷ 608x: wtf? ⤷ TwinkleMonster: people like you are why police exist

Your stomach twists. It's okay. It's the internet, after all. There's bound to be people with thoughts that are better kept in their dirty minds. Should you address these thoughts with your subscribers? It'll definitely tell them you absolutely do not want this kind of behavior, but what if it draws the wrong attention instead? What if it somehow becomes controversial?

Discouraged, you opt to focus on your studies and friends. They do a great job of distracting you from the matter, so much so that three weeks passed since your last stream.

You're eating alone at a fast food joint while watching videos when a notification from CommLines pops up.

SheepyWolf23: hey! everything okay? just checking since u normally stream at least once within two weeks

"I do?" you mumbled with a fry in your mouth. You two haven't conversed since they helped you with setting up donation, so it was a bit of a relief to hear from them again. A little touching that they're concerned enough to inquire about it too. You open the app and message back.

Streamer(Y/N): hi again! im doing okay, no worries! i didnt realize that much time has passed since my last stream. i've been so focused on irl stuff i never really planned a time when i'd come back SheepyWolf23: oh that makes sense. sorry if this made you uncomfortable Streamer(Y/N): no no, pls dont be sorry. i should have put something in my bio saying im taking a rest SheepyWolf23: true but i dont think a lot of ppl would go to your CommLines bio for that. how abt making a server instead? like on DisKord? it would be easier to make announcements and talk to fans. Streamer(Y/N): huh, maybe i should. i'll make one when i finish eating SheepyWolf23: yay! can i be your first member? yknow, to match the first streak XD Streamer(Y/N): LOL sure!

SheepyWolf23 doesn't respond. You read your message again. Did it sound mean? It is kind of dry. You shake your head. People exist outside of you. Perhaps they became busy.

You finish your meal and return to your dorm. Your eyes skim the bedroom. Although you had decorated it to become somewhere cozy, the room unexpectedly feels solemn. You grab your laptop and sit at your desk to begin making the server. Eyes flicker to your phone. You tap it once or twice, but the screen is blank save for your background and the time.

Once the server is finished, you immediately message SheepyWolf23 about it. You go about random activities until a ping! sounds from across the room an hour later. You sprint over and unlock your phone as fast as lightning.

SheepyWolf23: thanks for the invite! um. i know this might be much to add, but would you be comfortable with giving me permissions so i can decorate the server, no offense! it's great, you have the right channels, but i have some experience and think i can make improvements you might like. just give me a theme and i'll do it to your liking!

Admittedly, you did the bare minimum that you guessed a streamer might need in a server. You were more focused on finishing to send the invite to SheepyWolf23. Their offer was generous, but it'd be bad if their permissions affected you negatively. Well, you were the owner. You have the power to remove someone's permissions.

Streamer(Y/N): that would be nice. are you able to finish it tonight? SheepyWolf23: if i get started now, i can have it done by 11:30pm sharp. Streamer(Y/N): awesome! i'll send a reference photo of the type of style i wish for the server to have. most of all, i want it to be a friendly & safe place for subscribers to talk in. anyone can join, even nonsubscribers.

After sending the photo, you spend the day doing chores while waiting in anticipation. Your steps have a beat, and you let happy music echo throughout the room.

SheepyWolf23 sends a message of his completion just as you settle into bed. You check the server and are amazed. The titles of the channels are decorated, the channels are more organized, and they've even added a few of their own: Rules, Clip Dump, and Suggestions.

Streamer(Y/N): wow! thank you so much again for helping me. i'm so lucky to have your attention! Streamer(Y/N): oops, that kind of sounds strange haha SheepyWolf23: XD NOOO, it's alright dw! i appreciate it a lot! i just thought i'd help since i have some experience with marketing and streamers is all

Oh. So you weren't the only one they've worked with? That's definitely benefit your...career? Or was it a hobby? It'd probably have to wait until you actually make a livable wage to call it a career. You never thought about going beyond posting clips of your own videos to market yourself, but SheepyWolf23 might know other ways that'd suit your niche of viewers. They might even know of secrets and tricks to the platform you're on.

A question pops into your mind. You lick your lips, wondering if this is even a concern you should bring up at all. Searching for an answer online was fine, but personal guidance just felt more....considerate. You give in.

Streamer(Y/N): i have a question that might sound a bit personal for a streamer to ask. you don't have to do anything for me, but i'd like some advice if you're willing to share

SheepyWolf23: i'll try to help as much as i can. what do you wanna know? Streamer(Y/N): someone brought to my attention that a person left an unsavory comment about my body in a YooTube video. i know people saying things you don't like is part of streaming, but i want to know how to deal with my discomfort. i want to avoid blocking people from my streams as much as possible, though SheepyWolf23: hm. tbh part of dealing with it is exposure, but i know that sucks. how abt this: in exchange for helping you this far, i can be your (first!!!) moderator. i don't intend to do anything sketchy with the position. this way, i can remove chat privileges from users and make your stream flow easier

Streamer(Y/N): omg yes please! can i message you before my next stream to give you the permissions you need? SheepyWolf23: of curse! SheepyWolf23: of course* SheepyWolf23: im gonna head to bed. getting kind of sleepy and gotta work tmrow. take care, Streamer(Y/N)! Streamer(Y/N): goodnight SheepyWolf! thank you again for helping me, sleep well!

You shut off your phone, drop your phone to your chest, and squeal while kicking feet in the air. You got your first moderator, and you didn't have to make a posting! SheepyWolf23 is so kind to not only return to you but also be your companion. It wouldn't be so professional to become friends with them, but just the thought sends electricity through your body.

A yawn escapes your lips. You close your eyes and daydream about becoming part of the Top 10 Streamers on the internet. There would never be a need for you to clock in during early hours. Rarely will you have to hear the screech of an alarm. You'd live a double life: a student by day and an entertainer by night. People would laugh at your jokes, tune into your gameplay with friends and family, and mourn when you'd go on break. You would be on stage to receive an award for your performance, and you'd wipe a tear while thanking the fans that made it possible. A party would conclude the ceremony. Your favorite streamers would approach you with glasses of wine and congratulate your success. One or two would ask for your phone number. The group would clink glasses and cheers.

Once the party simmers down, you'd gather your items and head for the door. A person lacking physical characteristics would approach you and take your hand to whisk you into their--your--shared car.

The day kisses you farewell.

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In a house far away from where your campus, a man older than you by only two years hugs his phone close to his chest in bed. He stares at his DMs on CommLines, a streaming platform he's all too familiar with. Euphoria rushes through his veins as he reads a message his newfound favorite streamer had sent.

Streamer(Y/N): wow! thank you so much again for helping me. i'm so lucky to have your attention!

He's received thanks before, but it's never been phrased like that. He didn't think he really needed to help with anything since you already had his attention because of your success journey. It isn't that much different from other streamers, admittedly, but it was different enough in the mere fact that HE was your number one.

He screenshots the message and adds it into his Hidden photo album. Your words are a blessing to poor him, who's been needing to find more enjoyment in his boring life.

He'll need to be careful not to take anymore overtime work. Your streaming schedule wasn't set yet, and he wasn't planning on missing one moment.

Not when your career was in his care.

[osamucide]

sweet

we don’t need to say it to each other, sweet

wc: 1k

cw: gn!reader, soft!chuuya, alcohol, cigarettes, the tiniest bit suggestive, pure domestic fluff

reid: a little chuuya love because truth be told he is precious too. enjoy

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One of the easiest ways to break down his hardened exterior was with that nickname.

"Ginny," you called as the hall light flooded your living room with warmth. No sooner than it appeared did it leave, replaced by the shifting and rustling of shoes, a coat, a hat. The connected kitchen was dim with the stovetop light and nothing else. Your water was boiling. The smell of red sauce grew stronger the closer he padded toward you to wrap around your middle.

Either he was tired or the nickname had subdued him quickly enough because any typical grumbling about what an exhausting work day that was was foregone in favor of a soft, humming kiss to your shoulder. You decided you could turn away from your noodles for a moment.

"Ginny," you cooed again, tiptoeing in a half circle to face your lover. "Hi."

If Dazai was still around you'd never get away with that nickname as often as you did. Luckily, he was gone before he had enough time to taint it. It was derived, between both you and the brunette, from the constant poking-at of the color of his hair - ginger - but Chuuya would only let something like that fly if it was from you. (He found it endearing more than he 'let it fly', but you didn't have to know everything.)

It was true, he was tired, and if it weren't for the two empty glasses already in place at the table and the steam bubbling and popping behind you, Chuuya would've insisted you come lay down with him right now so he could dip into sleep amid a cathartic gripe about his day with your fingers in his hair. There were very few hypothetical circumstances, however, in which Chuuya Nakahara would turn down wine and Italian food, and coming home to his baby and a freshly-opened pack of Seven Stars set by the recently cleaned-out ashtray, tired as he may be, was not one of them.

Trapped in his embrace, you curled your arms around him and brought his head to your shoulder. Chuuya released a deep sigh into the side of your neck, closed his eyes, and let the tip of his nose pass along your jawline. You tilted in compliance, and one more "Ginny" left you, a whisper this time.

Chuuya punctuated the little moment with a kiss to your cheekbone. "I'll pour wine, yeah?"

A soft giggle left you; you undid the buckle securing the choker around his neck before tucking it in his pocket. "Yeah. S'almost done."

A little speaker stuttered out The Dark Side of the Moon - Chuuya was never a big fan of old American psychedelic rock or musical soundscapes before you, but here he was, lighting up to the clang of grimy change. After a little deliberation, he pulled a bottle of Lambrusco from the cabinet - the one specifically for alcohol and nothing else - and strode back to the table. On the way, he passed the sink where you were straining the pasta and tucked the cigarette between your waiting lips.

No sooner than he stepped away, you were following him, and "Stop Draggin' My Heart Around" begged into the space of the kitchen. Between each of your movements was a sizzling charge; suddenly, he felt more awake. The transfer of energy you blessed him with always took him by surprise. You were just placing the sauce pot on a trivet, he was just pouring wine, but it was a little magic dance. He found himself with the cigarette again. Stevie and Tom were fading out of the room, you were settling into your seat across from his, and the same lighter you both used for the smokes sparked up the candle at the center of the table. It was all a bit magic and horribly romantic, and so simple and so sensical, and he loved it. He did love coming home safe to you.

And over dinner, he watched you. You swayed side to side under his gaze and at the taste of your own creation. Smoke lingered. The sparkle of the wine died between your teeth, and you giggled more, much more, and Chuuya's chest was warm. Chuuya's face was warm and red and he almost forgot what he had been up to less than an hour before. Of course, the vino stole away his newfound verve. The longer he looked at you, the more his senses wanted to fall into bed with you and never leave. The longer you looked at him the same, the warmer he got. Late dinner, his pleasant little time loop. My very special one, he thought in time with Moe Tucker’s voice.

He hated to admit that when he stood the room was vibrating, but that's what three-plus glasses and the crushing softness of your eyes did to him. "After Hours" was a going-home song, after all, so he snuffed out the candle with his gloved fingers and let you pull him by the belt loops to your room, the speaker still droning be damned. You just wouldn't close the door, so it'd be a nice white noise to sink into the dark behind.

Soft synths and wavy guitars undressed him, spilled kisses down his neck; he breathed in the air, and it tasted like you. And you kissed him. And you kissed him and you kissed him until he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Ginny," you said one last time, not even a whisper but a feather-light musing into those fiery locks. "Ginny, I love you."

"I love you, sweetheart." Most notably, Chuuya's heart was warm, under both your palm and the thick comforter. His home was under your palm, he supposed. He would've given it more thought if the fatigue in his bones and the meal in his belly weren't lulling him to sleep, never mind the intoxicants (the wine and your touch). He slept, and he wanted to never leave.

[solarissttee]

NURSE’S OFFICE .ᐟ

summary ; escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition.

request ; “ hihihi may I ask you to write a one-shot where escanor gets sick and the reader takes care of him, please? ” — anon

pairing ; escanor / black fem druid!reader

wc ; 607.

tags ; fluff, burnt out escanor, druid!reader, takes place in the second holy war.

notes ; my first escanor request. i lowkey had trouble writing this so it’s short and might be a little bad.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

it’s a rather peaceful day in britannia, well, as peaceful as it can be with demons currently invading the realm. 

as a druid, you’ve been working overtime trying to fend off lesser demons and also heal up any citizens that had gotten harmed during an attack. what you weren’t expecting, however, was to be tending to the seven deadly sins’ strongest member. that’s right, the person you're currently tending to is none other than the lion sin of pride, escanor, himself. it almost feels surreal.

he’s badly hurt. from what you’d gathered from the other sins, he was engaged in a battle to the death with meliodas who had gone on a rampage in his assault form. he was able to put the demon prince out of commission, but the whole ordeal took a toll on him.

currently, you’re healing his wounds and applying some herbs to help as well. your healing skills might not be the most proficient, but you’re damn good at making medicine and ointments.

escanor, beginning to regain his consciousness, reached out and grabbed your hand when it hovered over one of his wounds. you blink in surprise, then offer a kind smile. his reflexes are incredible.

“lord escanor,” you start off gently, “it’s a relief that you’re awake. how are you feeling?”

the lion sin looks at you, his tight grip on your wrist slowly lightens. he sits up and observes you, studying you carefully.

“my apologies, miss, i wasn’t familiar with your presence, i acted on instinct. i do hope i didn’t hurt you.”

you smile gently. “no need to worry, my lord, i’m quite alright. you however, are not. you need to rest a bit more, so please lay back down. i shall inform your comrades that you’ve awakened.”

escanor nods, he isn’t going to go against the gentle orders of a woman such as yourself. you’ve gone through the trouble of tending to his injuries, so, of course he’ll comply.

after relaying the news to merlin, you head back into the room to keep tabs on his condition. in your hands is a bowl of food and a glass of water. 

“it’s important that you get your energy back up, my lord. fighting with demons as strong as the ones you face is quite taxing,” you gently set the bowl down in his lap and keep the glass on his bedside.

escanor silently watches as you go about your duties. “thank you, it’s a pleasure to have such a beautiful woman tend to me. i feel better already, thanks to your lovely self.”

your cheeks flush in embarrassment from his praise. who knew this scary man could be such a sweet talker? then again, you heard he was a lover of poetry, so it adds up nicely.

you two spend the hour talking, but it doesn’t take long for trouble to see you guys out. the tavern begins to rock and you’re damn near thrown into the window. if it weren’t for escanor catching you by your wrist, you would’ve gone flying. when the tavern settles down, you’re draped across his lap, wondering if you’d made the right decision in taking up meliodas’ offer to join their crew. 

escanor’s large hand rests on your lower back. “are you alright, my dear?”

“uh, yes… my lord…”

escanor gently lifts you off his lap and gets off the bed. “unfortunately, miss, i have to resume my duties. thank you for your service.” he takes your hand and kisses it before briskly walking out the door and going to join the other sins downstairs and you’re left internally reeling.

“what the hell just happened…”