#... actually i Have sobbed over stage plays before

[that-was-anticlimactic]

stage plays have No Right to go as hard as they do yet here i am not exactly crying but there are definitely some emotional tears in there

[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．． ❛ #HER NEW BOYFRIEND’S NEXT!

𐙚 synopsis。．short hcs/scenarios of jealous yandere aventurine & sunday ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。suggestive themes . general yandere themes, brainwashing, gaslighting in Sunday’s part, mentions of violence, mentions of scide, imprisonment, except for aventurine relationships are not established, WARNING: extremely obsessed and smitten with you, read at risk!

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。honestly why do i think sunday will be literally the most dangerous yandere you could ask for。man has all the resources to brainwash you and lock you up pls

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY．。

。… a classic yandere obsessed over control. 。literally, he will be such a control freak. he has eyes all over penacony. he would have already kept track of what kind of soulglad you drink, when you get home, what your sleep habit is, all under the span of a week, and that’s before meeting you. obviously, as your future spouse, he is just obtaining information he needs for the future! 。will treat you surprisingly equally to his other guests when you meet, he doesn’t want gossip to get around, and he wants to make this “process” as natural as possible. 。after you are successfully within his area of control, he will start to monitor you even more meticulously- who you meet, what you do in your dreams.. he is a bit disappointed you don’t visit him on your own accord, but that will all be arranged soon! 。will casually go up to your room to ask you about “room service satisfaction” when he’s actually just busy breathing in your lovely scent and assessing your room for any “threat.” 。he doesn’t like that you’re affecting his ability to work. he’s impatient, of course, but he knows that he will have to wait for the perfect opportunity to whisk you away like a knight in shining armor. And all he needs is a little pawn to play the act of a villain- oh, your little male acquaintance will do! 。he’s like that- using people around you as puppets to his grand stage. Sunday is well-informed about morals, of course. But he won’t feel much guilt, not when he knows this is all for the ‘greater good.’ “They” will approve of it. 。and so, he starts to crack his charming facade- he will start asking you for private meetings, and he will put you in a vip room so you are isolated. He does this under the mask of ‘danger,’ saying that you have faced too many threats and he needs to ensure his guest’s safety. 。If you call your friends for help? The next day, they are mysteriously gone from penacony. You call them but your phone is out of service. 。but if you are still not charmed over his chivalry.. he’ll have to settle for easier methods.

❝ WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”

Your demand was choked with such pleasant sobs that SUNDAY couldn’t help but slip out a small victorious smirk that quickly masks itself to a concerned facade when you fix your angry watery eyes at him.

“I know it was you,” you continue, pacing around his office while he remains nonchalantly seated, trailing his eyes to your every step. “You made all my friends vanish from penacony, you had my parents escorted away to aeons know where, you stowed me here like I’m some kind of precious little jewelry for your eyes only. What do you want from me?” The evident snarl in your words merely makes Sunday tip his head a little, staring at you with the same serene look that frustrated you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you got it all wrong.” He shakes his head in disappointment and rose up from his seat, taking silent strides to you at an alarming speed that made you stumble backwards to the door. “‘They’ have done nothing for you during your stay in the Reverie. You are always disappointed with them, but you choose not to speak up. It is such a painful sight, you are just like a bird who lost its voice.” His voice is surprisingly gentle, dangerously neutral, which scares you, and makes you doubt yourself.

Maybe you were just being stupid, Sunday was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. And your friends indeed did not do much for you here, unlike Sunday, who provided you with all this luxury without accepting anything in return. You feel safe here, almost. You blink a little- the heat that had pounded through your ears was gone, and now you feel like a harmless puppy that just barked his best at a wolf.

“It‘s natural to be mad, dear.” His hand delicately entangles itself into your locks, and you stare at him, unable to say anything as he soothingly whispers. “It is hard to understand actions for the greater good. relax, sweetheart. Everything will be better now,” he purrs, staring right into your eyes. They are endless depths of azure. They are very, very mesmerizing, you think.

“Everything will be better now,” you realize, and you sigh into his arms that seemed to suddenly be present around you. But the worry disperses, you are fine with being close with him. His embrace is welcoming and soft. You don’t want to leave it ever again.

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE．。

。this man takes the cake for being the most jealous man in honkai 。he’s a charmer. he wins you over easily, because who could resist his charisma and his wealth, honestly. He flirts his way easily with you— unlike Sunday, he likes an impromptu plan, and rather enjoys surprises- any attempt of you trying to break up with him will not irritate him at all, contrary to the former. 。“Your attempts fascinate me. Too bad you lost all your bargaining chips. You gonna play another round with me, love? I’m more than willing to, you know.” 。he will be pleased, intrigued at how he can break you down again. he likes a little chase and gamble, he doesn’t want his prey served on his plate, he likes the thrill of hunt. 。he’d even be impressed if you escape him. But not for long, because he will bring you back to where you belong. 。this man will barely be angry over you. He won’t force any affection onto you, he satisfies himself by buying you expensive clothes instead, as if you are his little doll. He is content with you being a quiet and submissive trophy. 。what this man does not tolerate, however, is you being with anyone else. He cannot bear the thought that someone is around you more than he is, and that you rely on someone more than you rely on him. Aventurine has pride over his abilities, anyone taking you is like taking his most precious trump card. 。despite the jealousy he feels, he will still regard this as a particularly entertaining game. But he knows he will win this gamble, too.

❝ AH, IT’S SUCH A THRILLING GAME, ISN’T IT, SWEETHEART?”

You watch AVENTURINE toss the coin into the air and roll it around his fingers, his mesmerizing eyes examine the bitter look of defeat on your features.

“This isn’t funny,” you sobbed, despair dawning on you upon realizing that you truly lost everything to him. You had no more moves left in this game he put you in. He was merciful enough to spare your blood relatives, but your friends were gone- including the nice and sweet, innocent guy you shared friendly banter with for barely an hour.

“A gamble is fair and share, love.” He puts his hand on your waist, giving you a short kiss that tasted of wine. You felt nothing but defeat as he tossed the coin on the table where it flopped. “You just picked the wrong set of cards to play with.”

He is close to you all of a sudden, his hot breath tickling your skin, smelling of victory and wealth. His eyes stare right into you as he chuckles, the sadistic glint in his eyes glitter a little more when you feel a tear escape your eye. He leans to your ear, lightly biting your earlobe as he adds,

“Nobody wins with a deck with only clovers, my love. A shame that your cards were so… discardable.”

He laughs at that, watching your stunned face. He loves the look of surprise on you. It is endearing, it shows so well that you do not know how to play his game at all.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Lonely Christmas

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

summary: Lando and Y/N decide that they want to play a prank on their fans and the rest of the grid by hinting at breaking up over X (twitter)

warnings: Cursing & “Cheating”

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“hey babe, I have an idea.” I said with a smirk as I plopped myself on the bed next to my Formula 1 race winner boyfriend, Lando Norris.

“Oh no, this doesn’t sound good” Lando says chuckling as he props himself on his elbow to get a better view of me, before leaning down pressing a quick kiss to my lips

“mm, I think we should prank your fans and the grid.” I said with the biggest smile I’ve ever smiled in my life.

“and how do you suppose we do that, hmm?” Lando said, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.

Sitting up and criss cross apple sauce, I stare into his soul “I think we should stage a twitter breakup,” I searched his face for some type of answer

“What? Is this a way of telling me you want to breakup without telling me you want to breakup?” He looks kinda hurt, which quickly prompts me to swing my legs over his body so i’m sitting on his lower torso.

“Absolutely not baby! i love you beyond the galaxy. I just think this would be funny,” i plead but Lando looks unsure “I’ll tell you what to say and all !”

“fine, but only if you let me eat you out, BUT you have to sit on my face” Lando knows I’m insecure about my weight and crushing him to death.

“oh! fine!!” I say plopping right off his body and landing on the bed with a huff. “so i’m gonna tweet something to indicate that we’re breaking up but not actually saying anything”

“and how are you gonna do that-” I quickly interrupt him

“make me cry” i say nonchalantly

“what?” Lando’s face reads 50 shades of Stunned “no, I promised you and your family that the one thing i’d NEVER do to you is make you cry.”

Hearing Lando admit that means the world to me, but i need him to stop being nice and make me cry. It doesn’t take much for me to cry and since Lando doesn’t want to make me cry, I’ll resort to the next best thing: thinking of my (very much alive) dog die.

Just a few seconds of thinking of my (breed/dog) die, the tears well up in my eyes and I let out a choked sob, before whipping my phone out and taking a picture before posting it on twitter with the caption

"nobody wants a lonely Christmas but I'm about to call it quits with you. Breaking up is at the top of my wishlist and baby you don't have a clue."

I flip my phone to show Lando with a smirk plastered on my face. "So, what'd ya think?" I question as I post it and wait a few seconds before twitter starts going absolutely nuts. " wait wait let me read you some of the comments I'm getting, 'slut4ln' says 'NO MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP FIGHTING' haha look, here's another 'mother/n' said 'mother always knows wtf is up, Lando Norris count your days' !!" the chuckles leaving my lips are loud

"I think that I don't know how to respond to that on twitter," Lando says with a faint chuckle "here, how about you take my phone, type out what you want me to say and then let me read it before posting it." a smirk evident on his face as he hands me his phone, before putting said hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down.

"What about this...?" I question as I'm typing

"You say our relationships fading and you've been thinking bout leaving and though I know it's the truth I just don't want to believe it. You've gotta be kidding me, are we really breaking up? We just picked out a tree, damn."

"Okay Y/N/N lets give it a second to spread, we have to get juicy comments before we keep going, oh. never mind. George is texting me asking me what the fuck I did and why am I arguing twitter about it"

"fuck it, ignore him. we need to make this believable." I say swiping George's message away. "Opinion on this?"

"wait wait, let me tweet something else before you tweet y/n/n. Here, read this"

"You haven't even left yet and I miss you. I was looking forward to the holidays with you. How could you do this on Christmas, girl that's so malicious? C'mon baby, please don't make me beg cause I can go and date your friend instead. Yeah, I'll put the nut in meg. But If you're thinking about leaving, then I already blew it. screw it, then I guess I'll have to beat you to it, bitch."

"OKAYYYY LANDOOOO LET ME STEP UP MY GAME!!!" I scream as I finished reading his reply after he hit tweet bouncing up and down on the bed in excitement.

"okay, okay what about this for me?" I question as I finish typing, turning my phone so Lando can read what I typed.

"I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it, cause after this Christmas sorry but I'm leaving you."

"I'm starting to feel like you're just soft launching a break up with us right now" Lando says "Why else would you gave suggested a fake twitter break up?"

"Baby, please. This is just for shits and giggles. AHH OH MY GOSH!! OSCAR'S CALLING ME" I screamed in panic as I declined the call. "Lando, I think you need to eat me up in the twitter beef again, put your pretty head to work and think of some insults for me."

"I'm almost done, but first I got a question. Why is it one week before Christmas you feel the need to mention a break up with me is in the process but still pending? Is it depending on your gift and what I'm spending? Or are you fishing for more compliments? Because to my astonishment, you're acting like little kid. Was it something I said?Sometimes my head stops thinking, when I say some stupid shit to you, you know I don't mean it, it's just the season, it's confusing, can we just get along?"

"LANDO MY COMMENTS ARE GOING CRAZYYYY! LOOK" I giggle in excitement as I flip my phone so he can scroll through the comments

slut4ln: MOM AND DAD PLEASE STOP! CHRISTMAS IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER AND I CAN'T DEAL WITH A DIVORCE RN

georgeswhore: I wake up from a nap to SEE THESE?!?!?!?!

leclercsgf: What the absolute fuck did they fight about that THEYRE BEEFING ON TWITTER FOR AND AIRING OUT A POTENTIAL BREAKUP???

>y/nforpresident: potential? honey I think they are done

Landoslefttoe: Lando kinda ate mom up though 😭😭

LewisHamilton: Answer your fucking phones now!

CharlesLeclerc: LANDO?? YOU CALL YOUR GIRLFRIEND "BITCH"??

CarlosSainz: Cabron, call me asap and fill me in

LoganSargeant: Does this mean I actually have a chance with Y/n?

"I'm choosing to ignore Logan's comment," Lando said flipping my phone back so I could read it. "When are we gonna go public and say it was a prank?" Lando asks as he readjusts himself on the bed, pulling me down and closer to him so we're cuddling

"We can tell them all tomorrow" I yawn as I cuddle closer to my boyfriend "goodnight handsome"

"Goodnight precious" lando whispers as he kisses my temple

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Playing Favourites V

Leah Williamson x Child!Reeader

Summary: The Euros

The day before the final, you're in tears.

It's all Leah's fault and she sobs too.

They'd had some morning training before Sarina had sent them all off to spend time with their family before the match tomorrow. Leah had slipped out of the hotel as soon as she could, passing Alessia and her little sister on the way and then bumped into Mary taking her own little sister to a café.

It seems that everyone had the same idea to hang out with their little siblings because Leah had that idea too, collecting you from Mum and immediately taking you to the park.

You're still tiny and your little legs get very tired so Leah carries you most of the way until she can sit you on her lap on the swings.

You really like the swings, giggling every time Leah pumps her legs and goes a bit higher.

She doesn't see you too much but it's safe to say that you're still in that stage where you absolutely adore her. You're still at that point where everything Leah does is hysterically funny and cool and you want to do exactly what she's doing, no matter how small you actually are.

Which is probably why you don't tell her that she's pushing you too fast on the roundabout. It's going very quickly and it makes your head all dizzy.

Leah keeps pushing it faster and faster and faster though and your tight little grip on the bars loosens and you shoot off it like a rocket.

The roundabout is still spinning as Leah stares in horror at your little crumpled body. You sit up, bottom lip wobbling and promptly burst into tears.

She swears and leaps into action, brushing the dirt off your clothes before checking your head.

You've got a cut on your forehead. It's not bad or anything, it's barely bleeding but you whine and sob every time she touches it.

"I'm sorry, bean," She coos to you as you try to bat her hand away," Just a second. Just a little more. You're being so big and strong."

Leah's digging in the little backpack she packed for you and pulls out that most outrageously big plaster she can find before sticking it firmly to your head.

You sniffle. "Kiss better," You order.

"You want me to kiss it better?"

"Magic healing kisses," You say," Like Mummy's."

"Okay, bean," Leah says, pursing her lips," Are you ready? Here comes Leah's magic healing kisses." She presses multiple all over the plaster and then several more over your cheeks until you are no longer crying.

"Play more?" You ask, pointing over at the slide and Leah winces at the idea of you falling off it.

She shakes her head. "Let's go meet up with Mum. We're having lunch with her, remember?"

You huff but allow yourself to be led away by Leah before you're hefted up into her arms when another bolt of guilt jolts down her spine at the plaster on your head.

"Oh, what happened, little bean?" Your mummy asks when you both join her at the restaurant.

"Fell," You say with a little shrug, completely over it now as you draw all over your puzzle page," On spiny thing. Splat on the ground."

"I spun it too fast," Leah says sadly when your attention is fully on your drawing again," And she got flung off it. She was bleeding, Mum. It was terrible. She was crying."

"She's little," Her Mum says," She cries when she's a particularly cute puppy. It was probably shock, Leah. She's fine now and that's what matters."

"It was my fault. I'm such a bad sister."

"Leah, you're a good sister. You had today off and what did you do? You decided to take Bean to the park. You're a good sister. She adores you."

Leah isn't really convinced but she settles as you blindly reach out for another crayon.

"Bean, did you have fun at the park with Leah?"

You didn't look up at your mummy's question but you do nod your head. "Played on swings," You say as you scrawl the yellow on the Leah stick figure you've drawn," And fed ducks. Got ouchy but Leah did magic kisses so all better."

"That's nice," Your mummy says," Now, do you know what you want for lunch yet?"

You're on Leah's mind all throughout the match the next day, all the way until the final whistle and all throughout the medal ceremony.

"Look, bean!" Leah says as she pulls you over the barrier.

"Medal!"

"It is!" Leah laughs. She wraps an England flag around your shoulders, tying the corners together so it's like a cape. "Here, put it on."

She slips it over your head and you poke at it, the sudden weight around your neck feels a little weird but Leah is beaming so you smile too.

You don't leave her arms for the entirety of the pitch side celebrations, even when you completely crash out against her. Further up the pitch, Leah can spy Mary swinging her own little sister around while Alessia's little sister is kicking a ball around with her and Ella.

You're exhausted though, knocked out cold in Leah's arms with her medal still around your neck and the plaster from yesterday still stuck firmly across your forehead.

"Hey, man," Leah says as one of the photographers walks past," Do you mind?"

She beams at the camera, adjusting her grip on you so your sleeping face can be seen properly.

It takes a few hours for her to get sent the photo to her phone but it immediately becomes her Instagram profile picture and her lock screen.

It gets hung up in her locker too, so everyone can see you and her together.

[tearsofcalamity]

ok read it. i am now unbelievably horny that was so good!!!! i just loove the idea of reader being barely awake, seeing aven Existing and going i need that twink destroyed Yesterday.

now bear w me cause while aven was going through the 5 stages of grief in that quest i was going through the infinite stages of horny and Thinking: i want soft sex w him really really bad he'd be my angel my pretty boy my golden little star! but the mf would be SUCH a tease! like he'd love you being gentle but after a while he'd start asking to "please, go rougher" and that he can "handle it" you'd go "no, baby, i want to love you softly" and he shuts up. and then you think he's given up but suddenly he is. all. over. you every second of everyday. he's not letting you do any work, his hand is on your thigh whenever you sit down next to him, he's whispering in your ear abt how good your dick (strap lol) makes him feel while yall are in public. just doing everything in his power to rile you up, so you will finally fuck the brains out of him. and when you finally snap and grab him by the arm and toss him on the bed all rough & furious he is Overjoyed, crazy fucking smile on his face. too bad your plans include taking him apart slowly and painfully, denying his release again and again while calling him all the sweet names under the sun before finally giving him what he's been begging for<3

LORD... LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL ... !!!!!

no listen to me. he's so pent up and eager to have you just bend him in half and fuck him to the point where he's sobbing, he's so confident he can take it just fine. not that he minds you being so gentle with him, it still feels incredible, but he wants to feel what it's like to have your gaze dark with hunger on him as you fuck him into the sheets til he can't even breathe through his sobs.

but hear me out. aventurine can NOT take it. he's soooo sure of himself, doing all that teasing. playing footsie at fancy restaurants where you could easily get caught were he to go further, standing behind you to subtly rut against your back and pant right into your ear about how good it feels, begging you to just palm him just a lil bit, he promises he won't cum yet! no one will notice, he swears!

once you get him on the bed, he's so fucking excited, he can't believe he's actually got you all to himself and he can just tell by the look in your eyes you've got a rough night planned for him. but then you're switching between rough and soft, pinning him down while you jerk him without mercy and bring him to the edge over and over and over. he tries to hold out but he's sobbing and sniveling by the end of it, apologizing for riling you up and being bad in public. he just wants to hear you praise him, have your strap in him, but you won't give him what he wants.

eventually avennie's tears win you over, but you're not going to be gentle tonight. promise him he can cum with you inside him and then just absolutely pound him into the mattress until he's seeing stars. he's choking on every moan, and once you start throwing the petnames into the mix again, he's spurting out his load pathetically onto the sheets.

call him angel, darling, sweetheart, pretty boy, lovely, and don't forget to tell him how good he's being, of course. but don't stop when he cums. he had been begging you all day to be rough with him, to fuck him dumb, right? so don't stop when he finishes, instead, double down and overstimulate him until the pillow he's clutching onto is half-soaked with his tears and drool, until you have to hold his hips upright in order to keep fucking into him and nailing his achey prostate. maybe start jerking him here too, watch him wail into the pillow and thrust his hips back for more pleasure in spite of the overwhelming sensations he's going through...

I can't tell you whether this is gonna make him get more frisky in public to get the same ass ramming next time or if he's going to accept going back to the soft lovin you laved on him before. maybe both

[gold0venice]

Oh my god I have so many thoughts, but I am running on four hours of sleep, so here we fucking go *screaming, sobbing, crying*

1. Determination vs Desperation

I know that Ivan made a very big and impactful decision in the previous round, and honestly I can see that through Till’s expressions during the video. Mizi might have been a symbol of salvation to Till, but Ivan (and his death) was his reason to go ahead, fierce and determined and powerful. However, Ivan’s death is also a testament of momentum as well as desperation. Till is determined and desperate to survive and live. But this is made also absolutely obvious by the appearance of Mizi, which I will get into soon. Anyways, also in sense of colour scheme, Till switches from green to yellow/orange. We have also noticed the pattern of red, orange and yellow with Ivan’s and Ivan vs Till rounds. It’s as much as a homage but also a haunting, “the fiery thrill blazes out to the sky”. It’s like Till’s and Ivan’s memories and their lost future haunt him, and have left him “(leave no) regrets”. Perhaps not leaving with Till? These regrets and memories are both his strength and weakness, but Ivan gave him the will and reason to fight back. In this way, Till also seems to be wearing a branded armband of his segyen (sorry if it’s misspelt 😭). In a way he is literally playing the game like Ivan did.

At the same time, these are very bright, memorable and fierce colours that stand out, which made me (sadly) believe he would survive. This is also a contrast to the blues and violets of Luka, which are more mellow, but we soon see it is a growing determined movement. It is mellow because it is unassuming, and this sneaks up on Till twice, when Luka imitates Ivan. In a way this is sadly ironic, as Ivan never thought he would be a traumatic point for Till (lmao babe said what to Sua???), but that pain was exploited anyways by Luka 😭👋🤧

2. Musician’s choice

Till playing the guitar in this video made me blush (please don’t judge me, I love him so much), but more than that I love the implications of the instruments here. Firstly, both Till and Luka play strings instruments. The violin is classical, the guitar here is electric. They are already in juxtaposition with genres (and personalities lol), but they are still strings (singers for the competition), and fit together very well. You could say that the instruments resemble and are metaphors for Luka and Till. What I most like about this scene is that it is more like a battle between music prodigies, which was very exciting, because we have never seen these two interact before.

While both Luka and Till are amazing and well recognised artists, you can see the differences that separate them. Luka is all out confident, in control and powerful vocalist. Till is the same, but there is sense of desperation and a crippling anxiety, even as he plays the guitar. It looks like a fake confidence as much as a hidden fear. Both instruments work well together but the musicians are in different positions. I also have an inkling that Luka picked the violin on purpose. It is a contrast to Till’s already seen powered playing with his guitar in his round, but we have never seen Luka playing the violin, which gives the element of surprise, and a first step to shake up Till.

3. Grief on Stage

Alien Stage is merciless. Luka himself is a result of this system as a merciless manipulator. Luka imitating Ivan is terrible, and also turns on Till’s not fully registered trauma from Ivan’s death. Ivan is haunting Till, even after his death, and it has been clear for quite a while that Till actually cares for Ivan quite a lot. About haunting, figuratively and literally, Ivan’s red pupils resembles the red glare of the camera that follows Till in all his moments, his strength and weaknesses. The same red is reflected in Till’s pupils, which is so funny (I am in tears) because it really emphasises the pressure, stress and panic, but also letting go because it’s overwhelming him. Till’s pain and grief is an open wound that he tried to patch up too fast, and now it’s bleeding out and over the bandage.

The song title and lyrics also play into this idea as “in a blink gone” is quite literate. Till blinks and Ivan is shot. Till blinks and Ivan dies. It’s the shock of his death, and adrenaline that makes his body language so interesting in this round. Here in this scene Till is hunching over in pain and grief and haunting, and Ivan (masqueraded by Luka) acts into this. A well imitated Ivan with no look of love or adoration or even obsession, an empty shell, that Till falls into, relaxing for a second into the touch, just a for a second, “don’t miss the moment” . Till falls into a cobweb that he can’t get out of (maybe he doesn’t want to)

4. Death on Stage

Now to the part that made my heart blow up. In Alien Stage there are only winners, losers and those who manage to get away. The thing about Till’s death that made our hearts stop and my legs to give out is that Till was actually close to be one of those who got away. Till sees Mizi in the audience (also noticed the detail of the red glare becoming pink?) and he immediately jumps back into focus. He was almost there, just for one second. It is tragic and unfair and depressing. Till becomes a loser in the game on stage, one among the countless victims and dead in Alien Stage. Mizi actually had a chance to be his incarnate salvation, his saviour, but time gets away from them, “the clock goes tick tock tick tock blink, gone”. Mizi was there to catch him, she was reaching out to him, ready to get him away. It’s too late, in a blink he is gone in front of her like Sua.

5. Time and Winners in Alien Stage

Now, there are clear winners in the rounds, but in the long term of it, there are no winners. You can’t win. Mizi tries to win the game by saving Till, but Alien Stage wins, because it needs a winner and a loser. His death is like an afterimage of Sua’s death. Mizi getting saved by the rebels is out of luck and element of surprise. Till not getting out was intentional and foreseen by Alien Stage. In our case it as foreshadowed by All-in,covered by Till. The green splatter of paint (or should I say blood?) was a clear indication as well as the red taped name on his neck.

Till does not get freedom until after death. Till, Ivan, and Sua manage to escape the system only in death. None of them had enough time to actually live, they have always been on borrowed time. The “leave no regrets” also heart wrenching. So yeah the title ‘Blink gone’ plays into the idea of death and morals very well. Mizi is left last standing. Mizi’s friends are dead, they are gone in a blink.

[strangersteddierthings]

Gut Instinct: Chapter 1 - Friday

[Art] [Ao3] [Prologue] [Chapter One]

The words are there, on the tip of his tongue (“What, to hang out with you and Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”) when a wave of nausea rolls through him so fast- Green, yellow, and red pinned against a wall. A grandfather clock. Sneakers floating at eye level in a graveyard. A cassette tape. Something wrapped around his neck and he can’t breath. A man. A monster. Dustin sobbing. -he has to spin around for fear he’s actually going to throw up on the counter, holding the phone away from his face in case he does. He retches once, twice, before swallowing it down. He can hear Dustin yelling his name through the phone repeatedly, asking if he’s throwing up.

“No, not throwing up,” Steve mutters defeatedly, the nausea ending quicker than it began now that he accepts he has to show up to Dustin’s stupid nerd game. “I’ll be there.”

“You will!?”

Steve jerks the phone away from his ear and once the shrieking stops, he pulls it back to his face in tandem with the sound of the door opening, “I said yeah. I gotta go, customers.”

Steve slams the phone down with a curse. “Fuck.”

Some lady who has been browsing the movies for twenty minutes now shoots him a dirty look. Steve shoots her an apologetic smile and mouths ‘sorry’. This placates her enough to drop the stink eye.

A quick glance at the clock lets him know he’s got three hours until school is out which sucks because he needs Robin. He’s never had a nightmare like that while awake before and he doesn’t really have the time to freak out about it right now because he is the only one on shift and he will get fired if he leaves now, and he’s not allowed to get fired until Robin goes to college, under penalty of death (says Robin).

That’s fine. He just has to last until his shift is over. At which point, he’ll be sullenly playing Dweebs and Daggers or whatever, and Robin will be getting ready for band because they’re going to playing at the basketball game tonight. So, talking to Robin before the game is off the table. That’ll have to be an after the basketball game thing.

It’s going to be a long day.

-

Despite the fact Steve had told him he would be here, Dustin still looks shocked when he sees Steve leaning against his car in the parking lot, Family Video vest discarded in the backseat. “Steve! You’re here!”

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing off his car to meet Dustin halfway. “I said I’d be here.”

Dustin doesn’t even look a little sheepish as he says, “I wasn’t sure if you were just lying to get off the phone or not. So, we asked Erica, too. But I’m sure it’ll be fine if we bring two replacements.”

“I’m wounded,” Steve monotones, before rolling his eyes. “So, guess I gotta get a crash course on your nerd game?”

“Yes!”

Dustin leads him through the school, and Steve recognizes the path to the auditorium. “You play this game on the stage?”

“What, no. We play it in the green room,” Dustin says, like Steve should have known that. “Old props make for great ambiance.”

Steve mouths the word ‘ambiance’ to himself as he follows Dustin to the green room. There’s a table set up with seating. At the head of it is a throne and Steve doesn’t even try to stifle his scoff and eyeroll. “Does the game runner dude sit there?”

“Dungeon Master, and yes,” Dustin says as he starts scooping things up and depositing them into Steve’s arms. A book, a couple of notebooks, loose leaf papers, and pencils. He looks like he is about to chuck some of the dice atop the pile before thinking better of it and stuffs those into his pocket instead. “To the library, Steve!”

“Library?” Steve turns to watch Dustin walk away, then looks down to the pile of things he’s holding, and back to Dustin who has stopped at the doorway. “But everything’s already here!”

“Yeah, and we need to leave it for Eddie. He might come back here to do some more planning, or additional prep, and honestly, I don’t want him to catch sight of you until we actually start playing,” Dustin says, like Steve is somehow the embarrassing nerd and not the other way around. Dustin has always treated him like he’s the strange outcast for not being a nerd, though, so that’s not surprising.

“Can we at least sit in the cafeteria, then? Not really in the mood to get shushed by the school librarian when I don’t even go here.”

Dustin looks deep in thought, as if it’s a tough decision between the library and the cafeteria. “Yeah, we can be in the cafeteria. If we sit in the far corner so no one passing by will see.”

Steve, who has taken two steps towards Dustin, stops and narrows his eyes. “Are you seriously embarrassed to be seen with me right now?”

“What? No!” Dustin shouts, eyes wide, “No! I just don’t want the rest of Hellfire to see you until we start playing! It’s- well, come on. We’ll chat while you roll stats.”

“Stats?” Steve repeats but knows he’s not getting an answer because Dustin has already started to walk away again.

Steve plops himself down in the first seat he gets to in the cafeteria, despite Dustin’s protests. “No. Sit. We are on a time crunch, right?”

Dustin sighs and Steve knows he’s won. “Yeah. So, I was thinking you’d be a pretty awesome paladin, but I think for your first game the easier thing will be to just be a human fighter. Then you don’t have to worry about picking spells, or-“

“Whoa. Stop,” Steve holds up his hands, “first you’re gonna tell me why you don’t want to be caught with me by the other members of your nerd club.”

“Oh, that’s- It’s not that I don’t want to get caught, why’d you word it like that? No, don’t answer. Jeff, Gareth, Frankie, and Eddie just seem to have a vendetta against you. Or something,” Dustin says, pulling the book he’d brought towards himself, seeming to flip open to a random page. “I talk about you. A lot, apparently. They seem determined to think you’re an asshole.”

“I kinda am, dude,” Steve shrugs, because he knows it. Being a different person than he was in high school is a process he is actively working on, sure, but Steve also knows he’s not exactly aiming to be the sweetest boy on the block.

“Not when it matters!” Dustin barks back at him and Steve is surprised by the ferocity behind his words. With how quickly he jumps to Steve’s defense, even against Steve himself. “Not to me, not to any of us. You’re an asshole when you’re defensive, which isn’t like, who you are as a person. Anyway, I don’t want them to like, refuse to let you play or something because of what they think they know about you.”

Steve is deeply touched if he’s being honest. “Alright, you win. I’ll play whatever you want me to play.”

This gives Dustin pause, looking between the book and Steve. Then he seems to make a decision because he reaches over and grabs the stack of loose leaf papers and starts looking through them. “I have already made you a character. Tiefling Paladin, Oath of the Crown subclass, my character’s half-brother. If you don’t care that I picked literally everything already, we can just go over how to play the game?”

“That would be great,” Steve says, “the less decision making on my part, the better.”

Dustin doesn’t say anything in response to that, but the look on his face says a lot. It’s a pretty positive look. “Okay. Here, this is the sheet. Level 15, like me, ‘cause I’ve been leveling the character when I level mine.”

And then Dustin doesn’t stop talking. He’s explaining spells, and attack actions, and how spells are an action but not an attack action, even if you’re using a spell to attack something. Talking about armor class and weapon damage, and spell slots, and the list seems to never end. It’s a lot all at once and he just knows he’s going to look stupid tonight but he’s going to give it his best. For Dustin. (And a little bit for the nausea from earlier.)

“Oh, we gotta get to the green room!” Dustin gasps suddenly and Steve looks at his watch. It’s about eight until five. Which is surprising, because Lucas’ basketball game is at six, and Steve knows that Dungeons and Dragons can take hours when they play in the Wheelers’ basement. Are the games shorter because it’s a school club? Can the school impose time limits like that?

They make quick work of grabbing everything from the table before Steve follows Dustin back through the school. As they approach Steve starts to hear voices. The closer he gets, the more he makes out, and soon enough they enter the room to hear the end of a conversation between Erica and Eddie Munson, as she beats him into submission about her character.

Steve hopes Eddie’s not going to give him the same treatment. He’s not sure he could make a good enough argument for his own involvement as Erica just did.

“Holy shit,” one of the older members says, “you actual do know King Steve?”

“I told you he’s awesome,” Dustin says in the tone that usually annoys Steve, the one where the unsaid parts sound like duh, you idiot and Steve finds that it’s less annoying when it’s used in his defense. “Come on Steve, sit beside me. I’ll help you with the rules.”

“Hold up,” Munson says, rounding to Steve. He hasn't seen Munson in person since he graduated, but it was even longer than that that he's been under the scrutiny of Munson's gaze. With him burning his bridge to Tommy H and Carol and the rise of Billy, Steve was left more or less alone his senior year. Munson still ranted and raved about conformity and high school hierarchy, but Steve was left out of those rants, or at least, was no longer the target. All that to say that having Munson's full attention is almost overwhelming, now. No Tommy H or Carol to snicker with him or distract Munson here, like they used to do.

Steve's always thought Munson was charismatic in a cult leader kind of way. Whether his presence brought you discomfort or ease, he had a way of making you feel like the only other person in a room with him when his focus was on you. Steve's never felt truly at ease in this presence before, but he certainly doesn't feel discomfort anymore. Munson's got big dark eyes and a pretty mouth for a man who only ever frowns or sneers in Steve's vicinity, but overall Munson's a good-looking dude, and he's not sure what to do with this revelation. This is not the time or place for unpacking that, especially since Munson looks like he cares very little for Steve’s presence here, but he also isn't immediately telling him to get out, so that’s gotta count for something. “Your character is?”

“Oh, uh, tiefling paladin, oath of the crown,” Steve recites, trying to subtly catch Dustin’s eye to make sure he didn’t mess that up.

Munson glares at him and Steve really should not be finding his potential hatred of him hot. “Right. And why’d you agree to sub?”

Because my gut instinct gave me the worst case of nausea I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve learned that bad things happen when I don’t listen to my gut, so I’m here seems like the wrong thing to say, but so does have you always been this hot? I'd like permission to stick around so I stare some more and figure out this strange, (not really) sudden attraction so instead Steve says, “Dustin asked.”

The glare doesn’t lessen but there is something on Munson's face that might have been surprise but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. “Fine.”

When the tension leaves his body is when Steve realizes he was truly worried Munson was going to kick him out. Dustin steers him to a chair next to one of the other members of Hellfire this isn't one of the Party, and then sits down next to him.

Since they all still seem to be gathering things, and Munson hasn’t sat in the throne yet, Steve turns to the guy beside him. “Hi. I’m Steve.”

“I know.”

“Right. And you are…?”

The guy eyes him, and Steve’ not sure what he’s looking for. “Gareth.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“We’ve met. Like four times,” Gareth says before turning away, to chat with Mike on the other side of him.

Steve is a little embarrassed to not remember that but only a little. He was a dick in high school who wouldn't have bothered to try and remember if they'd met before, but he's also had 3 concussions in just as many years and he understands his memory can be wonky. Looking around, he sees that, vaguely, everyone here is familiar. Steve knows their faces, at the least, but besides Munson, Steve couldn’t tell you anyone’s name. Well, except Gareth now.

Wait. Steve does a double take of the room before looking to Dustin. “Isn’t Lucas in this club, too?”

For the first time ever that Steve’s been witness to, Dustin looks sheepish. “Well, yeah, that’s why you’re here. To fill in for him. ‘Cause he’s in the basketball game.”

Steve’s feeling a little sick. Oh no. “And he’s okay with missing this game?”

An even more sheepish look. Steve’s stomach feels awfully bubbly as Dustin says, “well, uh, he doesn’t exactly know he’s missing it?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve must have misheard.

“He asked us to get Eddie to postpone the game, but Eddie said no. Besides, Mike’s leaving the state tomorrow morning and we’d have to wait two weeks to play again otherwise,” Dustin explains, “and, uh, we haven't seen him since he asked us after the assemble to tell him that the game would not be postponed.”

“That’s bullshit, Henderson,” Steve’s voice is loud but he’s not yelling. Not yet.

“Watch it, Harrington,” Munson snaps, matching Steve’s angry energy. “You don’t get to bully people around here.”

“That’s not- right, sorry. Just, can we postpone for like ten more minutes?” Steve asks.

“Why the Hell would we do that?” Munson looks bewildered.

“So, I can go tell Lucas this game wasn’t postponed, like he thinks it is,” that bit hissed in Dustin’s direction, “and he might only be going to the basketball game because he thinks this one isn’t happening.”

“Oh,” Munson seems to lose his steam, a small frown on his face as he says, “Fine. Ten minutes. We’re starting without you or Sinclair if it takes longer than that.”

“Thanks!” Steve smiles at Munson, which earns him look from Munson that’s kind of pinched in the face, but he’s not sticking around to ask about it. The rolling in his stomach is settling a little. This must be why his gut wants him here. To clear up the misunderstanding.

[seumyo]

SAKUSA KIYOOMI ✰ 8:56

NOTE. I am now proposing Haikyuu boys with their Oldest (or Older) sister! Reader and how that dynamic goes . . inspired by this TikTok video.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, when had too many drinks at the post-wedding reception of his oldest sister, is a whole different person when completely sober. And in the rare times that he does get drunk (to no one’s surprise, he’s actually lightweight), he gets a little (a little is an understatement) sentimental and vulnerable.

It just happens; it’s not like he has any control over his raw emotions.

“What was that?” Motoya asks his cousin.

Kiyoomi had been sobbing for half an hour now, his cheeks blooming with a slight rosy hue and his eyes brimming with tears as he wiped them away with his hands—like how a crying toddler would. “Onee-san got married,” he cried through muffled hiccups.

“She’s going to start her own family.”

“And what’s gonna happen?”

“We’re never going to see each other again.”

This side of Kiyoomi was definitely quality entertainment. He rarely ever held his heart and emotions on his sleeves, but tonight was a particular exception. But then again, it was a little surprising how attached he was to his oldest sister considering how big their age gap was.

It could be that, among his siblings, the oldest of the four practically raised Kiyoomi. His older sister and brother were always too busy to play with him because of the obvious difference in their ages as well as their different developmental stages. When Kiyoomi was four, his older sister was ten, his older brother was twelve, and you—his oldest sister—were sixteen at that time.

You were always the one to entertain him whenever you got home from school, spend time with him in the manor’s library, and encourage him to make new friends (before Motoya came along and visited more often) so he wouldn’t be as lonely as he used to. So it was natural that he was much closer to you than his own parents.

“Do you want to say bye again?” Motoya suggested.

“No,” Kiyoomi sniffled, shaking his head. “I already did, it would be too awkward...”

Back in the hotel room, Motoya and Kiyoomi’s older brother—Kino—made sure he didn’t randomly collapse on the way back. They didn’t have to worry about that because Kiyoomi was quite compliant and just kept on talking about how he was going to miss you.

And of course, Kino, being the teasing little shit he was at his grown age, decided to film Kiyoomi’s confessions.

“I’m going to miss Nee-san,” he murmured.

At this point, Motoya and Kino thought that Kiyoomi’s tears were almost at an end, but the whole dam broke when Kino asked, “What’s going to happen to Nee-san?”

“She got married.”

“But that’s how it is—“

“But she’s going to leave the house!” Kiyoomi added, unknowingly folding the freshly ironed blankets the hotel staff provided earlier when they asked for another one. “She was the one who got me to play volleyball,” he said. 

“I never listened to what she had to say because she was annoying sometimes, and now I’m going to miss it.”

“Aw, Kiyo!” Kino chuckled. “That’s how it is; she’s bound to start a family of her own eventually.”

But Kiyoomi couldn’t stomach the fact that he had a little too much to drink. He didn’t understand—he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he would no longer see you when he went home during the weekends if he didn’t have practice; he wouldn’t have to argue with you anymore on who would wash the dishes after supper; he wouldn’t have you cook his favorite dishes anymore.

You wouldn’t come home anymore. You wouldn’t be visiting as often as he’d hoped you would. You wouldn’t visit his games as often as you could because of your job.

The thoughts he was having were antagonizing. They made him feel small and vulnerable, and that familiar feeling of loneliness from his childhood lingers around in the form of a throbbing headache the next morning. Kiyoomi struggles to get through his hangover, but he does his best.

He stares at the mirror in his hotel room’s bathroom, then gets eye drops on his obviously red and still puffy eyes. How much did he cry last night? He doesn’t even remember anything. Kiyoomi doesn’t want to remember if it’s embarrassing. He’d much rather crawl in a hole and never resurface.

Then he sees a message from you.

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Aww, sleep tight, Kiyo :((

Don’t forget that I’ll always be your sister even if we don’t share the same last name anymore or even if I’m not around as often as I wished I could! You could always visit us, ok? Just text me if you need anything!

And just like that, Kiyoomi’s in tears once again.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[inesbaby21]

omggg hii loved ur inês head cannons!! was wondering if you would do like singer!reader x inês !!

10000x yessa guys look at my username .. i LOVEEEE ME SOME INÊS DOWN DO NOT PLAY WITH IT 😜

INÊS BETTENCOURT X SINGER!READER HEADCANONS

Definitely has a playlist dedicated to your songs/ Songs that remind you of her

I'm also getting nepo baby vibes from singer!reader, but not like you guys are probably thinking..I seeing like former WNBA player mom, or NBA player dad that follows singer!reader like a HAWK honey ..

Anyways, this girl cannot shut up about you in post game interviews- like she's getting side eyed by kk and ice for mentioning your new EP/new album

"Yeah no, my pregame playlist is full of Y/N-" Inês says, full blown smile- eyes gleaming full of adoration.

"The fact that she's not even lying is the best part, she's so whipped that we can't even MENTION Y/N being in the stands- or even like coming to a game without her squealing like a little girl .." FT A NASTY the side eye BAD.

I definitely see Inês getting in trouble for missing practice to see you perform- or like begging you to come to a home game for weeks and like freaking when you finally do.

"Paige help me- I didn't think she was actually gonna fly in to watch me play. SHE JUST HAD A CONCERT IN ARIZONA."

"nesh don't task me- I've never had to stop someone from getting on a plane to see me the next day" Paige says muting the live as Inês marches in the room terrified

FASHION. KILLERS. cmon now, like seriously do think Singer!Reader would let nesh walk around looking like a hobo?

Jokes, Jokes, the two definitely match- but like Mary Kate and Ashley match (I'm a twin fun fact! and my mom would match me and my brother this way!)

Definitely always Inês plus one to events- and vise versa.

"But Y/N/NNNNN I really want you to go to our pregame dinner- meet my teammates and friends! I literally live with most of them" The tan girl says pouting as she raises her head from the dip of your chest.

Poor baby definitely (accidentally) exposed your relationship on live with Kk, Paige, and Azzi somewhere in the background. Definitely got laughed at while she freaked out.

"Paige- You know that Y/N/N is coming from california after todays performance and she's coming to see meee" The girl says, completely disregarding the fact that they were on live. UNMUTED with over 5k active and listening fans, fans who commonly screen recorded the lives.

Poor baby ended the live so fast, and rushed to call you and let you know that she had exposed your almost 7 month relationship on accident (while sobbing)

"And- and like I said something about you coming to see me after your performance in Cali, a-and like We were on live. With you being in Cali right now- about to perform in a few hours- plus Y/N being your name they know i'm talking about you" The girl says In-between sobs.

"Oh Nes- I'm not mad baby, I had no problem with going public I just wanted to make sure you were ready" You said doing your best to comfort the obviously distraught girl- who was convinced that you would be upset with her.

Cutest paparazzi pictures of you two on the beach, or on stage before a concert- and don't get me started on the date/late night pictures of the two of you out.

Definitely having to get Inês used to people following her around, getting picture of her, and the Gala's (Not that ANY of the things paparazzi do should be legal, but just so it's less stress on the poor girl 😞)

Definitely writing a few (a whole notebooks worth) of songs about inês

Also definitely comes to see Singer!Reader live/ on stage after hard launching each other and Is invited (dragged) on stage as she sings an acoustic version of a song she wrote about Nesh

Definitely spends all of her free time on the phone with you, or if your schedules line up little vacations/get aways because with both of your demanding schedules sometimes you two need a little no phone, no wi-fi, no service break you know ?

A/N I love my sugar plum blum Inês! I can't waittt to see her do great things this season, even if she's not with Uconn! also remember that these are HUMAN BEINGS with emotions, feelings, and personal behind the scenes things that we don't know about. Meaning that her transfer really is none of our business, as for other players transferring schools/being traded off in the WNBA. Our "Job" is to support these women, watch them do what they love, and to honestly mind our business 🤷🏽‍♀️.

[hayakawalove]

A Little Pain Never Hurt Nobody

Summary: Life was dull lately. You needed something to jump start you. You figure you may as well check out the local sex club, cause why not? You meet "professional" dom Suguru and he shows you a whole new world of pain and pleasure. You're in for a ride.

A/N: This is. Um. Yeah.

I purposefully didn't make it too extreme as this is your first time engaging in anything like this. I hope you enjoy.

P.S I've never been to a sex club so excuse me if this is completely wrong

CW: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Impact Play, Flogging, Dacryphilia, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Slapping, Face Slapping, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Sex Club, Top Getou Suguru, Alcohol, Choking, Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Degradation, Biting, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Creampie, Praise Kink, Pain, AFAB Reader, Female Reader

W/C: 7,232

Credit to @benkeibear for the divider

Why were you doing this again? To be honest, you didn’t really know the answer yourself. Everything had just been so boring lately. You needed something to spice up your life. That’s what you told yourself at least, when you were standing in front of the club with blacked out windows. 

It was a sex club specifically. It had always piqued your interest, but you were never crazy enough to actually check it out. 

Not until now, apparently. 

You wrap your trembling hand around the door handle, pulling it open to feel a blast of warm air. At least it was better than staying outside in the freezing temperature. 

I’ll just check it out, I won’t stay for long. You told yourself.

When you entered you were greeted by a woman standing at a desk. She wore a bright white smile and a black choker. 

“Welcome! ID please.” 

“Oh, right.”

You fish in your purse to grab your ID to show to her. Were kids really dumb enough to try to sneak into this place? Scratch that, you remember being young and stupid. 

“Have a good time!” She bids you, passing your ID back. 

You give a nervous smile before walking further in, a blast of stimulation coming at you from all angles. 

The lights were dim, but you noticed colorful shapes being projected around the room, dancing. In tandem with the lights, there were women and men on platforms moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. And the music, it wasn’t as loud as a normal club, but it still just added to everything. It was almost too much. 

You walk in, the exciting energy drawing you in further. People were in various stages of undress, but no one seemed bothered by the nudity. 

A man passes you, his neck collared and leashed as he follows a woman in high heels. He smiles at you before the girl tugs the leash, pulling him further. 

Okay, that’s new. 

You hear a shrill sound, a woman screaming. 

Your head whips to the direction of the noise, fear briefly settling in your veins before you remember where you are. 

The sight that greets you confuses you. 

A woman was strapped to a metallic x, her body completely nude baring her ass for the small crowd to see. Her bottom was tinged bright red. If you looked close enough, you thought you could see her skin begin to split open. 

A man stood behind her, a crop held tightly in his hand. His eyes flicked to her face before back down, slamming the crop against her again. 

She let out a wail causing you to jump. It looked like it hurt so bad. 

And that excited you. 

The man runs the crop over her skin, her sobs echoing as he teased her tender flesh. Long black hair cascaded down his back, thin eyes scrutinizing her. 

Just as you were admiring his beauty, you noticed his gaze settle on you. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Not when his demanding authority had captured you. 

The moment was over as soon as it started, and his attention was back to the woman. You force yourself to look away and head to the bar, suddenly feeling light headed. 

You stand next to the shiny counter and the bartender struts up to you. 

“What can I get you?”

“Just water.” You croak out, your throat feeling dry. 

He turns around and passes you a bottle of water, free of charge, before attending to a different customer. 

The cool liquid slides down your throat while you watch the scenes before you. The performance was seemingly over as the masses of people surrounding it had dispersed. Your gaze flickers across the dancers in front of you. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” 

“Yes they,” you start, turning towards the source of the voice. 

The man from earlier stood next to you, eyes on the dancers. 

“Are.” You finish. 

He was even more stunning up close. His hair was like satin, flowing down his back. Dark golden eyes, and he was tall. 

He turns his head to you and smiles, seeing the way you admire him. 

“You’re new here.” He strikes up a conversation. 

You shuffle in place, looking down at your water bottle and back up. 

“That obvious, huh?” 

He gifts you a serene smile. 

“I’ve never seen your face before, and you weren’t as calloused to the play scene.” 

You fumble with the bottle, the sound of it crinkling filling the space. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs to start somewhere.” He comforts you. 

One look at how genuine he seemed soothed your nerves. Earlier he exuded power, quiet dominance leaking from his pores. But now he seemed like a regular guy. 

“I suppose you’re right.” You finish the water bottle and set it beside you. 

“So what brings you here?” 

“I was bored.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle at your response, his eyes closing. 

“You were bored so you decided to go to a sex club for the first time?” 

Heat floods through your cheeks, you were unsure if he was teasing you or not. 

“I mean I’ve always been interested, just never got around to it.” 

Another scene was unfolding, drawing most of the people away from you as they gathered to observe it. You almost thought you were going to have more breathing room that way, but somehow it was even more stifling. All of this man’s attention was on you, and there was no one around you to dull it out. 

“What do you think so far?” 

You played with your opinions in your head. It was strange, but you liked it. Everyone seemed happy here, and there were no aspects of a normal club that weighed it down. 

“I like it. It’s a bit more than I expected, but it’s exciting.” 

He seems satisfied with your answer. He flags down the bartender and orders a whiskey, before turning his attention back to you. 

“And what did you think of the scene?” 

The question jolts you. The air around it felt different than his first question. It almost felt like he was asking you to rate him. 

“I-it was good. I liked it a lot actually.” 

The air shifted around you, you were beginning to feel that commanding presence of his again. 

“I’m glad.” 

His voice runs a shiver up your spine and you have to will yourself to contain it. 

His drink arrives and you watch as he brings his mouth to the rim, a small sip of brown liquid kissing his lips. 

“Why did you start coming here?” You can’t help but ask. 

The man turns to you with a smile. 

“I like making people happy, and it’s something I enjoy.” 

You press him further and he reveals more. 

“People feel much more open here, like they don’t have to hide their true selves. It’s refreshing. I like seeing people’s genuine smiles.”

The answer simmers in your brain. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. What a kind man. It was almost unbelievable he was the same one hitting the woman earlier. 

“I’ve actually always wanted to do something like that.”

He sets his glass down and cocks a brow at you. 

“From your scene, I mean.” 

He turns his full attention to you. You piqued his interest. 

“Why haven’t you?”

“I just didn’t know where to start. It’s kind of a bit scary.” 

He seems to be contemplating something, eyes looking up. You watch as his finger taps the glass. 

“I could always help, if you’re still interested.” He offers, swirling the amber liquid before tossing his head back, taking another swig. 

It feels like gravel is in your throat now, settled somewhere between your voice box and tongue. The mushy pink muscle refuses to cooperate inside your mouth. 

“It doesn’t have to be me of course. I can always see if someone else here would help if you would prefer that. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

“N-no! I mean yes! That would be great, trying it with you, I mean.” You rush out, an overwhelming amount of heat rushing to your cheeks. 

You think you see something akin to a smirk spark over his features before he nurses the reaction back down to something more neutral. 

“Great.” 

“So, are you like a professional or something?” You fiddle with your hair. 

“More or less.” 

He stands up and leans over the bar, rummaging around until he finds what he’s looking for. Orange post it notes and a pen. 

You study his face while he looks down, scribbling his number onto the paper. His penmanship is surprisingly neat, something you weren’t used to seeing from men. Then again, something told you he wasn’t like most men. 

“Here, text me if you decide you’re still interested. We can set something up and discuss hard and soft limits, and also share our results as we both should get tested first.” 

You grip the paper once he hands it to you, eyes dancing across the conglomerate of numbers. 

“You don’t have like, a business card or something?” 

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against his chin as he watches you. 

“I’m not that professional. I have a full time job and a life outside of this, it’s just something I do for fun. Although, I do have lots of experience, probably more than anyone else here.” 

You clear your throat and look back down at the note. At the top, he wrote his name. 

“Suguru.” You taste the sound of his name, letting the syllables fall from your lips. 

“That would be me.” He says with a smile. “What would your name be?” 

You tell him your name and try to not run away when you hear him repeat it back to you. Your name had never sounded so good before, you were sure of it. 

“Alright, well if you decide you want to go forward just text me. We’ll get something figured out.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey, sliding a couple of dollar bills down before standing up. 

You wave goodbye, your skin buzzing off the high from talking to him. He was such a good looking guy, and he seemed so kind. Was this real? Was he really going to help you experience something new? 

There was only one way to find out. 

~~~

You and Suguru had been texting for several days ironing everything out. He asked you what you were interested in trying, and it took you longer than you were willing to admit to come up with a list. 

It was partly because you had no idea what you wanted to try. How could you pick? The other part of it was that it felt embarrassing sending him the list. Sure you met him at a sex club, and he offered to help, but it almost felt too vulnerable. You hadn’t even shared these fantasies with some of your boyfriends. Maybe that was why you agreed to let him help you. There was no personal connection, no fear of rejection. 

After many hours, you were able to create a list. 

Impact play

Choking

Hair pulling

Biting

Sensory play

It wasn’t the most extreme list. You were quite sure he had seen and done much worse, but you were still sort of scared. He complimented it once you sent it, and let you know to start thinking of safe words. You had heard of the idea before, so you knew you would have to pick them. 

Along with the list, he also told you to get tested for any STDs, not that he didn't trust you he told you, but it was more procedure. He told you he was going to get checked as well. 

The day came where you were to meet Suguru once more at the atmospheric spot. He told you to bring a change of comfy clothes, drink lots of water, and come on a full stomach. Having instructions to follow before sex felt weird in a way. It almost felt as though the scene had started before you arrived. 

You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror in your bedroom. You wore a short black dress, complimenting all of your favorite parts of your body. Telling yourself you wore it only for you, but you secretly hoped Suguru would be pleased when he saw it. 

You didn't know whether or not to be let down when his eyes didn’t linger over your body when you arrived. You found him talking with a couple of people, ones you recognized. It was the man on a leash and his owner. The man stood patiently behind her while she spoke with Suguru, a friendly demeanor between the two. 

When he saw you, his eyes glanced down at your outfit then back up, excusing himself from the conversation. He rested his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards a long row of doors. 

“Are we not doing it out in the main area?” You ask. 

He glances at you with a smile before opening a door, a big room inside. 

“No, it’s your first time. I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless, of course, you want to do it in front of everyone.” The lilt in his voice makes your hair stand on edge. 

“N-no. Here is much better.” 

He closes the door behind you, walking over to a chair. On it lies a piece of paper. He lifts it up and brings it over to you. It was his test results, all clean. You dig into your purse to bring your results out too and hand them over to him. 

“Good. Are you on birth control?” He asks, eyes looking over the sheet. 

You straighten up and open your mouth, nerves beginning to settle over you. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay.” Suguru sets the paper aside. “Oh actually, I wanted to talk about something on your list. We won’t be able to do the typical choking you’re probably thinking of. Too much risk involved so it’s not allowed in clubs like this. I’m sorry.” 

You feel disappointment in your chest but you nod in agreement. 

“That makes sense, okay.” 

“Have you put any thought into the safe word? Most people use red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for all good.” He suggests. 

“I’ll do those then, if that’s alright.” You fidget with your fingers, digging into the side of your dress. 

He smiles at you before looking down at the bag you brought. 

“Oh! These are the change of clothes you asked me to bring. I also had lots of water and just ate.” 

“Good girl.” He purrs, the sound of it instantly turning your face hot. 

Suguru peers at you and smiles to himself once he notices your reaction. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun.” He says, more to himself than you. 

You dart your eyes away, finding it hard to look at him. So instead, you study the room you’re in. There was a floor length mirror, a large bed, and various sex tools on the wall. The room itself looked comfortable, if not for the daunting things that were meant to cause pain. 

“So how do we um, you know, start this I guess? I’ve never done it before-“ you find yourself rambling. 

Suguru closes the distance between the two of you, making you gasp out. His finger slides under your chin tilting your head up. 

“Just relax, let me take care of it princess.” 

His lips are on yours. They felt plush, molding to yours while his tongue slots in your mouth. You grasp his shirt for support. All oxygen had exited your body the second you felt him press up against you. 

It’s not that you were against the idea, it was far from it actually, but you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. 

Suguru’s large hand spans across your cheek, long fingers pressed into your skin. He walks you backwards until you hit a wall, and it takes everything in you to continue standing on your own. His tongue grazes against yours, drawing out a soft moan from you. 

“How cute.” Suguru pulls away to speak, instead choosing to place kisses down your neck. 

“A-ah!” You dig your fingers into his shoulder, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh. 

He doesn’t bite down like you expected. Instead, he decides to continue sliding his tongue down your neck, occasionally bumping his teeth against your throat. It was as if he was reminding you that he could bite, but he wasn’t going to, not yet at least. 

One thing you should know about Suguru is that he enjoyed playing with his food first. 

Suguru pulls back and looks down at you. Your eyes were glazed over, a mix of both your salivas coating your lips. 

“Wore this for me, huh?” He asks, fingers trailing down your dress. 

The way he stood over you commanded dominance. You had never experienced such a thing before. But in that moment you knew you would do anything he asked. 

“Yes.” Your voice trembles. 

Suguru hums while he further analyzes you. He didn’t know where to start. You gave him a good list, but he also didn’t want to scare you or hurt you, at least not in a bad way. 

“You’re so kind to wear this baby, but I’m gonna need you to take it off now.” His voice commands. 

You pull off the dress, tossing it to the floor before looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles darkly, reaching a thumb up to drag over your lip. He swipes the saliva away, letting his finger slide down your chin, down your chest until he reaches your stomach. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl. He grips your waist hard, turning you around. 

“Turn around.” You follow what he says and face the wall. 

Suguru stands back and admires your form as you follow his directions. He looks at your underwear, a lacy thong, before looking back up. Your body trembles beneath his gaze, the weight of those feline eyes searing into your back. 

He steps back to grab a tool, one of many in his arsenal. It was a flogger, the handle of it fitting comfortably in his palm as he steps back closer to you. 

“This is called a flogger. People use it as a whip. I’m going to strike you a couple times, and I want you to tell me how it feels.” 

“O-okay.” 

He desperately wants to correct you on your manners, the urge tickling the back of his throat. He much would have preferred a “yes sir”. But this is your first time, so he refrains. If you visit again though, he won’t be so lenient. 

Suguru raises his hand, brandishing the flogger, before bringing it back down against your ass. The feeling jolts you, your body jumping up in response. It didn’t hurt per se, but you could definitely feel it. He must’ve been holding back, and that fact irked you a bit. 

“How was that?” His voice remains steady. 

“It was okay.” If only you could keep your voice as steady as his. 

He hums in response before bringing the whip back down on your other cheek. This time was much harder, sending a shock of pain across your skin. The pain traveled straight to your pussy where you feel yourself clench around nothing, the act somehow more painful than the whip. 

“Better?” He asks, flicking his eyes up to look at your head. 

Your head was turned sideways, your lip caught between your teeth. You wanted to try things like this, always intrigued by the idea of pain during sex. But you had no idea it would feel this good. 

“Better, feels good.” You admit, inhibition slowly falling. 

Suguru strikes you again, this time even harder than the last. Heat spreads across your ass, the action making you moan out. Pure ecstasy. Your arms tremble as you keep yourself against the wall. 

Your eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse as best as you can of the man. He looks nothing short of a god behind you, tall and unwavering. His raven locks flow down his shoulders, keen eyes focused on your figure. 

Suguru sets the flogger down before pulling a hairband out, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gathers it all into a bun. Can’t have any hair getting in the way of his vision, after all. 

He picks the flogger back up and drags it across your backside, sending goosebumps across your skin. 

“Keep your face forward.” There was that commanding voice again. 

You snap your head forward once more, eyes boring into the wall in front of you. Anticipation settles in your veins, heart racing at the idea of him hitting you again. 

“I'm going to keep going, and I want you to count after every single one.” 

“What happens if I lose count?”

“Don’t.”

He strikes you once more, a sob racking your body. A temporary moment of bliss settles over your bones before you remember what he told you to do. 

“One.” 

“That’s a good girl.”

Again. Again. Again. 

Each strike was more painful than the last. Every time he made contact with your skin, you jumped forward and groaned out. 

He continues bringing the flogger down on your ass, each time making you cry out. Your voice shaky each time you counted. Tears were blearing your eyes from the pain, from the pleasure. You find it hard to stay standing up, the room spinning around you and your knees almost buckling underneath you. 

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your ass, noticing the beginnings of marks start to form. It pleased him greatly to see your skin react, the mere sight causing his slacks to tighten. 

“F-f-f-fifty!” You sob. 

Suguru sets the flogger down and spins you around, almost groaning from the sight of your tear stricken face. 

“Did so good princess. What’s your color?” He asks, dragging his hands up your shoulders, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

It was almost hard to believe those hands were the same ones causing you so much pain. 

“Green, green.” You look up desperately at him, needing to know what else he had in store for you. 

He brings a hand up, the back of his forefinger swiping beneath your lash line under both sides. He watches the way your tears coat his skin, and it takes everything in him not to bring his finger up to his mouth to lick off the salty remenents of the calamity he caused. 

“Good.” He says. 

He didn’t even break a sweat, meanwhile your chest was heaving like you ran a marathon. A part of you was desperate to see him at his worst, see what he looked like when he really went all in. 

“Get on your knees.” His voice was soft but demanding. 

You sink to your knees and look up, waiting for more instructions. He smoothed a hand over your head before bringing you closer. 

“You know what to do from here. Unless, that pretty brain of yours is already too far gone.” 

You look down at the hard bulge in front of you. His pants were hardly doing anything, you could see the outline of it all. Your hands reach up and fumble before finally successfully dragging his pants and underwear down, his cock jumping out. 

You feel drool pile up behind your lips, your tongue feeling too heavy in your mouth. You had been with guys before, but you were sure no one compared to him. 

His angry tip stands at attention while you bring your lips down, popping his cock in your mouth. It felt somehow larger in your mouth than it looked, and it didn’t look small. It fills you to the brim, your cunt throbbing as his heavy cock rests against your tongue. Suguru hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth engulfing him. He was sensitive and needy. Hearing your cries got him more riled up than he had led on. 

Your tongue slides around his cock while you take more into your mouth. His cock slides down your throat, oxygen slowly depleting from your lungs. Suguru keeps his hands to his sides, merely observing you. It felt like you were putting on a show for him. 

Spit begins to flow freely from your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth while you move your head back and forth along his cock. There was a fire underneath you, the raw flesh of your ass clawing at you. 

You couldn’t focus on that though, there was only him. 

“Oh right, you said you wanted to try choking right?” He begins. 

You look up at him, your eyes starting to water again. 

“Take all of it in and hold it.” He demands. “You can manage that, can’t you pretty baby?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut while you slide down further, his pubic bone meeting your nose. You couldn’t breathe at all, your body quickly setting off alarms to get you to back off. But he gave you an order, and you intended on listening to it. 

You couldn’t breathe. You needed to breathe. But, you didn’t want to. The feeling of lightheadedness made your clit throb. Knowing that his cock was in control of whether or not you deserved oxygen. 

Suguru chuckles softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel the way your throat clenched around him, feel your lips adjust around him. 

After what felt like an eternity he finally looked back down at you. Something akin to pride laces his features. 

“Release.” With that, you tear your head away, gasping as air fills you once more. 

Long strings of saliva connects you to his cock, lewd in a way that almost made you flustered. 

“Continue.” 

You slide his cock back into your mouth once you feel able. You’re more faster the second time around, your throat having already been melded into the shape of his cock. His brows furrow while he watches you, groans escaping his mouth. 

You decide you could do this forever. Nothing else mattered when you were pleasing him, you would continue to do so if he let you. 

However, he had other plans. 

“That’s it.” He says, pulling his cock from you. 

You go to wipe the tears and spit from your face but he grabs your wrist before you’re able. 

“Leave it.” 

Suguru helps you to your feet, the action once more astoundingly sweet. It was making your head rush being surrounded by the two versions of him. 

He grabs your arms and brings them up, placing them on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes as he gets on his knee, his hands ghosting over your waist. 

“I’m going to take these off now.” He says, giving you room to stop him. 

But you don’t. 

You watch as he looks down, his face right in front of your pussy. He hooks his hands on the band of your underwear, sliding them off your legs. You lift one leg up at a time, suddenly grateful you have something to hold onto. 

Suguru drops your underwear to the side and runs his hands up your thighs. He places a kiss on your tummy before standing to his full height again, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. 

There was nothing to feel ashamed about. He had already seen you go through more than anyone else had, so why did you have to fight yourself to remain neutral as he took your body in? 

His features look serene as his gaze drags across your body, no detail going unmissed. 

“Stunning.” He looks back up at you, capturing your attention. 

Your throat feels dry as you scramble for a response. 

“Thank you.” 

“Did you know you’re dripping, princess?” 

Your thighs clench together and you feel the slick coating your inner thighs. You grimace and nod. 

“Is this from getting whipped or from sucking my cock?”

“Both.” 

Suguru hums in satisfaction, looking back down between your legs. 

“Want some help with that?” 

Your heart lurches in response but you timidly nod, following him as he leads you to the bed. It’s much softer than it looks, the comforter giving your ass some reprieve as you lay down on the side of the bed. Suguru spreads your legs, watching as the low light catches on the glint of your leaky core. 

He bends down, placing gentle kisses down your chest as he goes. Suguru looks up and notices how your nipples begin to harden as his administrations. So damn sensitive. How adorable. 

He travels down until he’s placing kisses closer to your pussy. The feeling was teasing in nature, but you didn’t want to rush him. Clearly he knew what he was doing. You might as well enjoy the ride. 

Suguru places a kiss on either side of your pussy before pulling away, pupils focusing in on your unmarred thighs. 

Oh, no that won’t do. 

He gets in closer bringing his mouth to your skin. Your body reacts before you can even register what’s happening. Your legs try to clamp shut but his strong hands are holding them open. Looking down you notice that Suguru had bit into your inner thigh, his dark eyes staring right back at yours. 

The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. His teeth dig into your flesh, your mouth hanging open as you watch him. Suguru sucks lightly, his tongue darting out over the bite mark before pulling away. The sting of it spreads throughout you, but pure pleasure does as well. Who knew pain from so many different things could feel this good? 

Suguru closes his eyes before bringing his mouth to the other side, teeth digging into your other leg. You moan out, fighting to keep your legs open for him. There was dynamite going off underneath your skin, you were positive of that. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulls away from your leg and draws himself in closer towards your throbbing pussy. He holds back a coo when he notices your hole clench. 

He darts his tongue out, flicking it against your clit to test you. And just as he expected, you let out a desperate moan. Your reactions were driving him crazy, each noise causing his mind to reel. 

Suguru dives in completely, his lips encasing your clit. You wanted to cry from the pleasure, his tongue working magic against your sensitive clit. He drags one hand away from your thigh to bring up to your pussy, feeling as though it deserves to be filled. 

A finger works its way inside you, immediately hooking against your gspot. You laugh incredulously before tossing your head back, reveling in the pleasure he was indulging you in. 

It was almost criminal how good he was. 

His tongue dances across your clit while he slides a second finger in, both of them slowly working your gspot. You had never been brought to cumming so fast before, you would be ashamed if only it didn’t feel so good. 

Your moans bounce off the walls of the room, the sound filling Suguru’s ears. You keep your eyes clamped shut in fear of what you might do if you saw the sight in front of you. 

Suguru knows before you do, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He fucks you harder with them, sucking your clit as you cum. It feels like an out of body experience as he fucks you through it, bringing you down until your groans die out and the sound of your heavy breathing fills your ears. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, swiping them against his tongue. Sure, he had many clients before now, but none of them were as sweet as you. It almost felt wrong to call you a client, this experience felt different compared to previous ones. 

You peel your eyes open and watch as Suguru brings himself on the bed, his face hovering over yours. 

“You’re cute when you cum,” he starts. “Cute when you cry too.” 

You force your head to turn, staring away from him. The compliment simmers in your gut while you feel the body heat between you grow. 

“Yeah, okay.” You murmur, self conscious. 

“I’m serious.” He brings a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to him. 

As much as you want to disagree, you can see the truth his eyes hold. He was so damn kind. Many people would disagree with you. They would say no one who was a good person would enjoy hurting other people. But you knew the truth. Suguru was a kind man. 

“You ready?” He asks. 

Excitement bubbles up and you part your lips, telling him you are. 

He presses his lips down on yours, wanting to share a tender moment before he fucks the life out of you. He locks his fingers into yours on either side of your head, before pulling away. 

“Hands and knees.” His rough persona is back. 

You crawl up on the bed, facing away from him. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him, your beaten ass on display as your cum drips down your legs. A new world wonder, if he was being honest with himself. 

Suguru slides his shirt off, throwing it off to the side by your dress. Heat flickers beneath his skin as he watches you. He smooths a hand over your back as he grips his cock and rubs it between your sticky folds. The anticipation was killing you, knees practically shaking from the suspense. 

Suguru slides into you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. Your mouth hangs open as he nudges into you. Nothing had ever felt so good, the pressure of his cock filling you to the brim. 

“God damn it, princess.” You think you hear him say. 

He sets a steady pace, wanting to slowly build up before getting back into the roughness of it all. His hips push into you a couple of times before he picks up speed. You moan out each time his cock plunges into you. You would have gotten lost in it if he didn’t snap you out. 

Suguru threads his finger in your hair, getting a firm grip before he pulls it back. He holds it in a tight grasp, pain searing throughout your head. 

Each part of you throbbed. Your ass, your thighs, your head. But somehow you craved more. Craved more pain. Craved more Suguru. 

Suguru bares his teeth as he fucks you, your pussy tightening around him each time he yanks your hair. 

Each thrust causes your mind to blank. He was fucking all sense out of you. 

Suguru releases your hair before gripping your shoulder, yanking you back until your shoulder blades meet his chest. He reaches around in front of you, gripping onto your jaw, leaving you no room to look away as he tilts your head back. 

His hand digs into you, pain settling in your face as he holds you. 

“Tell me how it feels.” He sounds nearly breathless, his eyebrows knitted up in pleasure as he looks at you. 

You furrow your brows as you look up at him, attention being split between his cock fucking into you and his hard grip on your face. 

“H-hurts.” You murmur, your pushed up cheeks making it hard to talk. 

Suguru’s breaths quicken, heart pounding as he thrusts into you. 

“Yeah? Hurts?” Excitement leaks from his voice. 

You nod and let out a sob when his cock presses against your gspot, his grip tightening. 

“What do you think about the pain?”

“L-love it. Love the pain. Love when you hurt me.” 

Suguru audibly swallows, throwing his head back as he lets out a low groan. 

“Think you can handle more, princess?” 

You agree, your mind swimming. He looks down at you again and releases your head, but keeps you pressed against him. 

His hand makes contact with your cheek, a sting instantly spreading across your face. He slapped you. And you liked it. 

Suguru does it once more, the force heavier this time. You moan out when he makes contact, all the while his cock punishing your insides. Endorphins swim in your head, muddling all remaining sense. You brace for impact once more, only to be met with nothing. 

He doesn’t slap you again. 

“Color?” You’re amazed he can even remember asking that while he’s doing this. 

“Green, oh, green.” 

Suguru smacks you again, his cock fucking you harder. You weren’t even aware you could moan this loud, but leave it to Suguru to give you a bunch of firsts. 

Your eyes roll back as he slaps you again. He feels a deep satisfaction spread through him as he watches the pleasure dart across your face. That’s what all this was about, after all. 

Suguru pushes you back down and you barely catch yourself, your hands holding you up. He puts one hand on your waist, placing the other one in your hair again. The loud noises from your connected sexes get louder, your pussy dripping even more as his cock drags inside you.

He pulls your head up, forcing you to stare in the mirror across the bed. 

“Look at yourself.” He wills himself to say. 

To say you looked debauched would be an understatement. Your face was a mess, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. You couldn’t see your ass or the inside of your thighs in the mirror, but you didn’t have to see them to feel they were there. They hadn’t been hurt in awhile now, but the wounds still ached something fierce. You briefly wondered how long they would hurt. Hopefully for a long time. 

“You look filthy. Utterly ruined.” His cock punches into you. 

“Ohhh, fuck, FUCK!” You all but yell as his cock bruises you from the inside out. 

Suguru moans behind you, going back and forth between looking at your face in the mirror and how his cock looks when he pulls it out. 

He pulls his hand away from your hip and reaches down, instantly finding your swollen clit. Your body lurches forward once he makes contact, drawing tight circles around you. 

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice is raw as it leaves your throat. 

Suguru’s hips stutter as he feels you get closer to the edge. He keeps a tight grip on your hair, loving the way you wince each time he holds tighter. 

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Pussy’s so good. Such a pain slut. You my little pain slut?” 

You nod even though it causes more pain to spread across your head. Maybe that’s why you do it. 

“Yes, I’m your, your pain slut.” 

Suguru groans out a curse, his fingers continuing their ministrations. 

“Gonna cum from getting knocked around?” 

Your stomach tightens, moans increasing. 

“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck yes.” Your eyes clamp shut as you feel it start. 

You cum around Suguru’s cock, your pussy squeezing his cock as you shake beneath him. The earth shattering feeling catches you off guard, electricity shooting through your body. 

You register a groan from behind you before he pumps into you one more time before his cock shoots cum out, filling your spasming walls. 

It takes you a minute to recover, each gasp of breath bringing you back down to earth. 

Suguru slides out of you carefully, eyes drawn to the way the milky white cum seeps from your abused hole. He pushes back his bangs that came loose before going to the bedside table, rummaging around until he finds a towel. 

His touch is careful as he cleans you up, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin as he wipes away all remnants of his cum. 

Suguru sets the soiled cloth aside before aiding you in sitting up. You whimper as your ass makes contact with the back of your calves. Your skin was on fire. He places each hand on either side of your face, the action instantly calming. 

“How are you doing?” His soothing voice comes out. 

Your eyes feel heavy as they look back up at him, his features washed over with concern. 

You reach out and ball your fist against his toned chest. 

“I’m okay.” Your voice sounds far away. 

Suguru pulls one hand away and grabs a water bottle that sat next to the bed. He brings his other hand to it and cracks it open, passing it to you. 

You grab it, tilting your head back as the cool water rushes down your throat. You take a couple of gulps before passing it back. 

Instead of the sharp pain from each of your wounds, you’re body settles into a dull ache. The wounds were definitely there, and they were pleasing. 

Suguru gets into the bed next to you and opens his arms. 

“Come here.” Another command, one that was much softer. 

You’re confused by the gesture but you scoot closer to him nonetheless, laying down until your head is directly over his heart. He was still shirtless, only his pants remaining but they were pulled back up and closed. 

“This is an important part of each session. I’m not going to hurt you and send you packing.” He explains, his thumb stroking your arm. 

His warmth seeps into your bones and you find yourself curling up closer to him. 

“That’s sweet of you.” 

“It’s the bare minimum.” He gently says, moving his head until he can see your face. 

Your eyes were closed but you were still very much awake, if not hanging on by the tiny grasp of consciousness you still had. 

“How did you feel about it?” 

You try to articulate your thoughts, many feelings surging through your body. 

“I really liked it.”

“None of it was too much?” 

“No, it all felt really good.” 

Suguru moves his head back as he gets comfortable. He had rented the room out for 24 hours, not knowing how long the session would last or how long you would want to relax after. He had no timeline, willing to stay here for as long as you needed. 

The contact with his skin was helping bring your heart rate down, the adrenaline exiting your body. Your body was sore, and probably would be for the next couple of days. 

“Thank you for helping me with this, I mean, giving me my first experience.” 

Suguru smiles above you. 

“No problem. I enjoyed it too.” 

You feel giddy at his admission. Now that you had done this once, you weren’t sure you could get enough of it. You were already thinking about what your next scene might look like. 

“Could we do it again?” 

“Hm, I don’t know, I feel like you should rest a couple of hours first at the very least.” He ponders, obviously teasing you. 

You click your tongue. 

“You know what I mean.” You say with a shy smile. 

Suguru chuckles above you. 

“I’m kidding. We can do it again. You know where to find me.”

You smile against him, your eyes shutting. Sleep overtakes you, the feeling of success spreading throughout your body. 

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If you wanna do a part 2 to 'The Prank' with Mattheo, you could have Mattheo chase after the reader and tell them that it was a prank on the two of them, so they make up, team up and get revenge on Theo (Just a suggestion though). I love your writing and reading your Mattheo stories so much!! ❤️

I hadn't planned to do a Part 2. But after reading this ask, I knew I had to, because I was so happy to get it lol. So after taking a few days from writing, and taking my mum out for her birthday, I wrote this.

Sorry if its not the best, but I tried 😅 and excuse any spelling/grammer mistakes.

Part 1 The Prank

Do Revenge

It took a week – two days to get you to talk to him, three days to make up and two day's to plan your revenge. There was late night meet ups in the common room, sitting in the darkest corner plotting Theodore's demise. Something you were salivating at. No one knew you'd both made up, it's part of the plan, to keep the masses thinking you and Mattheo were over. And – though it would be hared – to be angry with him.

Stage one of Do Revenge was to emotionally effect Theodore. As he was close to Mattheo, having your boyfriend be upset and angry at him was the start. In the hall’s or classes, when you would be near or pass Mattheo, he would ‘try to reason with you' and you would treat him badly. Wanting everyone to think you despised your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend.

It only took a few days for Theodore to start feeling guilty. As he had reached out to you. To see how you were doing. You played your part, first angry before ‘breaking down'. Theodore awkwardly put an arm around you, trying to figure out what to do or say to get you to calm down. But he was unsure.

“I just don't get it Theo!” You sobbed. “What did I do make him dump me? And by parchment?!”

“I-I don't know (Y/N/N)” was all Theodore could sputter. That pit of guilt in him just getting deeper.

When it came to Mattheo, he played the anger card. Glaring, cursing him with words, ignoring him, the full mile. It came to a head a day after talking to you, Theodore cornered Mattheo in the dungeons. Of course your boyfriend didn't say a word to him, even tried to step around Theodore but he wouldn’t have it.

“Would you talk to me!” Theodore exclaimed holding his arms out, stopping Mattheo from getting away. “Come on mate...please" there was a touch of sorrow in Theodore's voice.

Mattheo crossed his arms over his chest, and gave the boy before him a look to say go on.

Theodore took a deep breath, before releasing it. “Look, mate...I didn't think this would happen" he started, slowly working out his words as he goes. “I thought (Y/N/N) would be mad for a day...maybe two. But I never thought it would end your relationship!”

“Well, it did!” Mattheo growled back, glaring at his friend.

Theodore nodded. “I-I know! Let me help, I can help you get her back!”

That leads us to Stage two of Do Revenge, get Theodore to help Mattheo. But in the most humiliating way or ways possible. Of course, at first Theodore tried to reason with you to take back Mattheo. Practically begging you to take him back. When that didn't work, he and Mattheo ‘brainstormed' way's to make it up to you. From flowers and chocolates, to Theodore reading you poetry. Which to this day has students questioning if Theodore was actually trying to win you over.

That worked into Stage three of Do Revenge, rumour’s that Theodore was being a snake and trying to snag you for himself. Which wasn’t the initial stage for your plan. But it happened to come up, so you both went with it. Little by little – though you hated it – you started to ‘warm up’ to Theodore. And soon the school was disgusted and outraged. For many had shipped you and Mattheo, even if they wanted your position at his side more.

As a couple, the students of Hogwart's respected your relationship with Mattheo. Minus the few girls who had challenged you over the last couple of years. But they learned their place quick smart. So, this new budding spark with Theodore got mixed reviews, but ultimately frowned upon.

And lets not forget the ‘hurt' Mattheo who had been moping around. Looking all the part the wounded ex and friend. All the while, late at night, you would hold Mattheo and give him all the attention and love you could. For you knew he didn't like you being close and flirty with Theodore.

But slowly the female population started to turn on Theodore. And in the end you included. Leaving him isolated, exiled even. Every girl turned their backs to him, or walked away when he would try to talk or flirt with them. His reputation taking a hit, which hurt Theodore the most. His charm's going to waste.

This brings up to the final stage, Stage Four of Do Revenge, the big bang. It was last class, which was Potions with Snape. You were partnered with another Slytherin girl, while Mattheo was working with Lorenzo across the room from you. You both silently communicated to each other, preparing for the final nail in Theodore's coffin.

Using your knowledge on potions, you made quick work of what ingredient you would need to add to today's brewing potion to cause max damage, yet wouldn't be detected that caused the havoc you were about to unleash. With the ingredient in hand, you slipped from your seat, crossing the room and past Theodore, thankfully he and his partner was distracted, and you succeeded in adding it to the cauldron.

Taking your seat, you gave Mattheo the look, saying you had done it. The wicked smiles crossing your faces seeming to go unnoticed by all in the room. Eighteen minutes, you timed it, when Theodore stirred his potion did it happen. First there was a rise in smoke, which turned a icy blue, spilling over the top of your cauldron like a raging river. Both Theodore and his partner tried to stop it, bickering and blaming the other. Soon Snape noticed the smoke, in a flurry he came over to the cauldron. He berated the two, demanding to know what they did, what was added and how it was stirred.

“We added the ingredients the book said!” Said the partnered student.

“And we followed the step by step instructions!” Added Theodore.

Snape tsked. “Nonsense! One of you has done something!” he accused. “Now use your stupid minds and think!”

They did but got nothing. And by then it was too late. For the cauldron began to loudly bubble, the ghastly liquid rising. You, Mattheo, and most of the students were quick enough to hide behind their brewing stations when it happened. The potion made a god awful groan before it exploded. Covering not only the room, but entirely Theodore, his poor partner, and Snape.

The smell was terrible. The destruction the same. Everyone stood up and laughed at the sight of the three covered in the goo. You shared a look with Mattheo, which he sent back to you. Both of you pleased with the humiliation of Theodore. Even more when Snape lost it, yelling at both boys, before concluding with detention for both of them for two months. And no Quiddich for Theodore.

Class ended early due to the goo explosion. Which both boys had to help clean up as part of their punishment. Which you kind of felt bad about for the other boy, but he was a bit of a prick anyways. That was how you justified it all in the end.

Late that evening, when all had gone back to their rooms. You sat with Mattheo in the common, his arm around you as you both enjoyed the low fire before you both. You had spent most of the time enjoying the peace together, but did discuss how your plan had worked.

A little while later Theodore returned from detention. Grumbling about how everything was going shit for him. He hadn’t seen you both, passing you to head to his room. But a you alright? From Mattheo stopped him, and he turned around to briefly curse before going to take his leave. Only two steps before his brain registered you both.

Theodore flew back around, shocked to see you both together. And so cosy. Mattheo placed a kiss to your temple, while you held on to the hand attached to the arm around you. The way you both smiled sweetly had Theodore reeling. For a moment he was happy to see you both together. But then he really looked at you both. Then the dots began to add up. The last week started to make sense.

You and Mattheo stood up, holding hands and walking past Theodore, who was still processing it all. But when it did, he swung around, mad as hell. He growled and cursed. And, you and your boyfriend seemed to not notice, though you did and it was delicious.

“It was you two!” Yelled Theodore. “You tampered with my potion! You caused the god awful explosion! And its because of you both I have detention for two months!”

That made you both stop. Releasing your hands, you both turned back to Theodore at the bottom of the steps to the dorm rooms. The most sadistic smiles on both your faces. Which made Theodore take a step backwards. You shared a brief look to Mattheo, who returned it to you. Then you both looked back at the boy who'd been the subject of your revenge.

“Payback is a bitch” you and Mattheo said at the same time, causing a chill to run down Theodore's spine.

With that, you both turned from him and continued on to where you were headed, hand in hand once more. Theodore told himself that Mattheo was easy to deal with when it came to revenge for a prank. But factoring in you, and the team work you both pulled off, he swore to never do a prank that would involve either of you or your relationship. He had truly learnt his lesson.

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the drug in me is you | choi beomgyu

words: 3.94k // warnings: rockstar!beomgyu x bandmate!reader, vocalist!beomgyu, bassist!reader, friends to lovers, angst, lots of plot, harboured crush, crying, l-bombs, confessions, emotionally intelligent but stunted beomgyu, mentioned jeongin and heeseung as band members, me not knowing how to end a fic lolz

everytime, without fail, when you came offstage after a gig, you’d be met by the grinning face of beomgyu bouncing around the green room. genuinely, every single time without fail. it became a routine, a reaction you expected. and it was so, so fucking endearing. the way his eyes would shine, running around thanking and congratulating all of the other band members and the backstage team. the way he preened under praise, the way he giggled when he got told he did well.

sometimes it confused you - how was that the same man who was on stage a mere 5 minutes ago, dark and seductive as he sang sweet words to harsh melodies, who had women throwing themselves at his feet for just a second glance? but at the end of it all, he was always your beomie. the same short and skinny kid who was paired with you for a project in 8th grade and you hadn’t been able to get rid of since. the same kid who held you through your first heartbreak, and held you even tighter as you sobbed at your first gig together. the same kid who told you he couldn’t be in a band without you, because there’s no one else he’d rather have beside him on stage, playing bass so beautifully.

yeah, he was your beomie, and nothing could change that. not even all the groupies begging for a moment alone with him, nor the constant shipping of him with random celebrities online. while you weren’t a couple, or even close, those who knew you knew that he would always be yours, and you would always be his.

until he wasn’t. until one of the groupies that had been following your band for a while managed to get beomgyu wrapped around her finger. they weren’t dating - by no means was beomgyu looking for a relationship with her, but he could’ve fooled you. your smoke sessions in the back of the tour bus after a show soon became non-existent, beomgyu opting to take his favorite groupie to a nearby hotel instead, only waltzing back to the bus at the last possible second before you needed to leave to head to your next venue.

for a while you pinned your annoyance down to his unprofessionalism, pissed off that he would put a random girl before the career you had both worked so hard for. but after a while, you began to realize it wasn’t about her at all. it was about you. you felt neglected by your best friend, someone you’d had by your side for so many years. and it stung, especially knowing how much you’d sacrificed for him over the years.

it all came to a head at the final show of your tour - the exceedingly impulsive flirting between all of the band members, the bottles of beer being drunk on stage giving you all that final confidence boost you needed. the screams of fans, the cheering as you finished your set and said your goodbyes. all four of you were ecstatic, but even the other members were sick of beomgyu’s constant abandonment given their reactions. 

“right, well, i guess you’re off for the night now, beom? we’re probably gonna go back to the bus and smoke anyway.” jeongin asked, face hard as he anticipated beomgyu’s reaction.

“actually,” beomgyu sneered, sick of everyone’s disapproval of his actions - it wasn’t like he was the only person in history to fuck a groupie. “was gonna take us all out for drinks, but fuck the lot of you.”

you were mad at beomgyu. you really were, and you shouldn’t fall back into his web so easily. but after knowing him so long, that’s exactly what you did, time and time again.

“i don’t really fancy smoking tonight, i’ll come find a bar with you, beomie.” you smiled, ignoring heeseung rolling his eyes in your peripheral vision. however, beomgyu looked elated, quickly pulling you into a half-hug.

“see? my girl’ll never let me down.”

god you hated the way your body reacted to that. but nonetheless, you wandered out of the venue with beomgyu, fixated on finding a bar nearby that wouldn’t be overrun with people who had left your gig earlier. that was the difficult part - because as much as you loved your fans, you didn’t want to be overrun with people when you were trying to have a chill night. you were real people too.

luckily, it wasn’t hard to find a quiet bar on the outskirts of the area surrounding the venue. you were quick to grab a stool near the bar, fluttering your eyelashes at beomgyu as you told him that if he really loved you, he’d buy you a drink. that was a routine with the pair of you - even though every single time, beomgyu was going to buy your drink anyway.

but this time it was slightly different. it was kind of awkward between the two of you. the first time in a few weeks you’d been alone, not having your best friend torn away from you by an over-excited groupie. and nothing could go your way, could it? because you’d barely started your second drink before lo-and-behold - your least favorite groupie wandered into the bar, eyes instantly fixated on beomgyu.

your heart hammered in your chest, anger overtaking you. had he arranged to meet her here? was he going to leave you to go and fuck her? well, not if you left first. pushing the stool back harshly, the scraping of the feet on the floor making beomgyu wince, you grabbed your bag, fumbling to shove a cigarette in your mouth.

“i’m going for a smoke. let me know when hanging out with me is more important than a cheap fuck.” you sneered, not giving him a moment to respond before you were stomping out of the bar. you knew you were probably being dramatic, but you were beyond caring in that moment.

why else would she be in that bar, of all the bars nearby? was it not enough when beomgyu had her in a new hotel room every night of the tour? was she convinced they were together now? or worse… were they actually together?

you just couldn’t believe the audacity of beomgyu! he hadn’t even followed you out to make sure you were okay, and that realization had you heading back in the direction of the tour bus, cigarette in hand. fuck beomgyu - you’d hang out with jeongin and heeseung instead. they were always fun to get high with - you could get a pizza and watch coraline, like last time you all got stoned together.

you hadn’t got further than twenty feet before you heard a call of your name, turning on your feet to see beomgyu running from the bar to catch up with you, calling out for you to wait. it stung, in all honesty, and you didn’t even want to hear him out. but you knew he wouldn’t give up until you had, so it was probably better to get it over with.

stamping your cigarette out, you folded your arms as he came to a halt in front of you, panting slightly.

“what the fuck was that about?” he wheezed, brows furrowed in confusion. “why are you leaving? we just got here! i don’t get why you’re in a shitty mood all of a sudden!”

you scoffed at his words, a sneer on your face. “aren’t you leaving someone behind, gyuie?” you spat out the nickname you’d heard the infamous groupie giggle at him so many times. “i’m sure she’s waiting for you to drag her to the nearest hotel. can’t fuck her on every tour stop and leave out the last one, can you?”

beomgyu’s face hardened at that, and you couldn’t believe the audacity he had to get annoyed at you.

“is that why you’re throwing a bitch fit? seriously, y/n, we all sleep with fans. i don’t get why its such a big deal— i didn’t complain when you brought that poser back to the tour bus last year!”

you were enraged at his tone. how dare he try and flip this on you? shaking your head at him, you took a step away, ready to leave.

“thats not the problem, gyu. the problem is that you’ve completely abandoned m- us. you’ve abandoned us all tour for some pussy you’ll forget in a month.”

“abandoned?!” he spluttered, your words catching him off-guard. “i haven’t abandoned anyone!”

“when was the last time you hung out with us after a show, beomgyu? the last time you sat with us and told us all we did a good job, that it was a good show and you enjoyed it? when was the last time you hung out with me?” you voice raised in pitch as your feelings came tumbling out. “i’m your best friend. at least i’m supposed to be! we haven’t hung out at all, and i miss it. i miss you. you’re neglecting me, and its not fair for me to put all the effort it. i can’t do it anymore!”

when you were met with stunned silence, you continued walking away, not wanting to see his response or hear his excuses. you just wanted to get back to the bus, sleep and go home in the morning. take a break. maybe go on holiday - spend some time with yourself. if beomgyu wasn’t willing to reciprocate your energy, maybe you weren’t supposed to be best friends for life after all.

you couldn’t help the way tears built in your eyes, beginning to roll down your face. after all these years, all it took was a girl to rip beomgyu away from you. not even a girlfriend, just a girl who he enjoyed keeping around for a few hours and then leaving to come running home. god… you were a mess. you shouldn’t be this upset about it. its not like you were in love with him.

oh… oh god.

you stopped in your tracks, heart thumping in your chest. was that the issue? were you harboring feelings towards beomgyu that you never wanted to admit to yourself? god, why did this have to be happening to you? it was why you’d go to the ends of the earth for him, why you supported all his dreams and bad decisions. why you would drop all your plans for him in a heartbeat. god, you were fucked.

you swore you’d never walked back to the bus faster, waving jeongin and heeseung off when they questioned you on where beomgyu was. you were fast to crawl into your bunk, plugging in your headphones as the other boys began discussing what they believed beomgyu was doing - or, who he was doing.

it was hard to keep your tears silent, but you’d be damned if you let them see you so upset, so you tried your hardest. you didn't know when you fell asleep, or when beomgyu got back to the bus, but you were too emotionally exhausted to care.

you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, or what time it was when you woke up. the bus had pulled into a service station for a rest stop, and you cringed as your joints cracked when you jumped out of your bunk. giving your manager a small wave, you rolled a cigarette, tucking a lighter into your pockets, and stepped off the bus into the sunrise.

“sleep good?”

you jumped, whirling around to see beomgyu perched on the floor next to the bus, rolling his own cigarette.

“guess so…” you mumbled, the lighter becoming more interesting by the second as you sparked up and took a much-needed drag of nicotine. it was hard to avoid beomgyu’s eyes, especially when they were boring into the side of your head, so you took the bait and perched on the floor next to him. “you sleep alright?”

he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “decent. would’ve slept better if i knew why my favorite girl was mad at me, though.”

the words fell out of his mouth so easily it made you feel nauseous. god, what was wrong with you? suddenly the world felt too loud, too bright. your chest tightened as you shook your head at him. words seemed to fail you, so you opted to rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around one of his.

“not mad, gyu. never mad. just…. disappointed? hurt? i dunno, i just felt a bit neglected.”

he sighed, and you mentally braced yourself for another yelling match, shoulders tense… but surprisingly it never came. instead beomgyu’s hand landed on your shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly as he shook his head.

“i get it… n’i wanna say sorry for making you feel that way. guess i kinda got caught up in the moment, huh? if… if it helps, she knew from the start that as soon as tour was done i’d probably never see her again, and she was okay with it. got what she wanted, i guess.”

your heart ached at his words, even the thought of him seeing her making you feel physically sick. but you needed to push that aside, no matter what - you need beomgyu as a friend, and you couldn’t jeopardize that.

“we just missed you, that’s all. the bus got too quiet without you.”

after your heart-to-heart that day, you and beomgyu never brought up the infamous groupie again - it was irrelevant, because you fell straight back into your regular pattern. no tour, no schedules, so you got to do whatever you wanted. your managers had forced you into a break for the rest of the year - which, much to heeseung’s dismay, meant no studio sessions until the new year. after the year you’d had, you deserved the break, and your team would make sure you got it no matter the cost.

quite early into your careers taking off, you and beomgyu had decided to move in together - it meant less bills, split rent, and not having to worry about 2 homes while you were away touring the world. in hindsight, it wasn’t your best idea, and given how awkward you were in close proximity to him lately, part of you wished you could go back in time and never agree to moving into his house.

unfortunately for you, beomgyu wasn’t entirely stupid and was relatively quick to pick up on your unintentional avoidance of him - at least, it started off unintentionally anyway. the two fo you were supposed to go out tonight, meet a group of high school friends at a restaurant, but a mere 4 hours before you canceled. he didn’t even know at first - seeing your message pop up in the allocated groupchat and scanning it; the words “sorry” and “unwell” catching his eyes. you weren’t unwell in the slightest - he’d just heard you on the phone to your mom and you sounded absolutely fine.

he didn’t get a chance to confront you for about an hour, ambushing you in the kitchen when you finally left your room to grab a bottle of cola.

“unwell, huh? probably shouldn’t be drinking a soda and loading up on salty snacks, then, should you?”

you cringed upon hearing his voice, turning from the fridge to find him leaning against the doorframe, eyes narrowed as he studied your figure. there were two ways you could handle this - genuinely feign being unwell, earning the issue that he might stay at home to look after you if he believed you, or burst into tears on the spot. and being the eloquent person you were, you went for the latter option. not that you had much of a choice, seeing how beomgyu looked at you with a teasing smile on his lips but such care in his eyes.

those eyes widened as a sob suddenly racked your body, rushing over and hands scrambling to pull you into a hug. he didn’t know where this had come from, and he was baffled. had he missed something? all he did was tease you for your awful snacking habits like always.

“hey- hey, are you okay? i’m sorry if it sounded like i was accusing you– you’d just seemed so excited for this dinner lately!” his voice raised in pitch as he tried to comfort you, and it made you feel awful, another cry ringing through the kitchen.

“i’m so sorry, gyu-! just can’t do it, wanna go to bed, m’sorry-”

he shushed you so carefully, as if afraid you might break, and you almost can’t take it. you wrap your arms around him, unable to stop your cries and whimpers. its like all your emotions from the past few weeks have come tumbling out at once, and you have no way to stop them, and it terrifies you. what do you tell him when he asks why you’re upset? what do you tell him when he holds you close and tells you that you can trust him with anything, that he’ll do anything he can to help you?

“d’you want me to stay home? i– i can cancel, i don’t mind! we can just order in some food and watch some shitty movies, that always cheers you up? yeah?”

he sounded so painfully confused, and it sent a shiver down your spine. how much longer could you do this? how much longer could you live with him, work with him, share every aspect of your life with him, without telling him how you felt? deep down, you felt like you were betraying him by keeping it a secret. he cared so much about you, and always told you everything - like your opinion mattered most to him, and that your reactions alone could define how he acted on a daily basis.

“you don’t have to cancel, gyu. you can go, i don’t mind, i just… i can’t sit in a restaurant with all those girls fawning over you while i sit there like an idiot.”

subconsciously, you prayed that he wouldn’t read between the lines, not pick up on the true meaning of your words, but he was more emotionally intelligent than you gave him credit for. he pulled away from the hug, your face cupped between his large hands and his eyes studying you carefully.

“i’m going to cancel,” he said firmly, voice serious as he held you. “i’m going to message and cancel, and we’re going to have a night-in together, and we’re going to talk, okay?”

he planted a soft kiss on your forehead as he walked away, something he always did, but this time it felt different. he stopped when he reached the threshold back into the living room, turning to you with a soft smile on his face.

“go take a shower, okay? get in some comfy clothes, and i’ll meet you back here in about an hour.”

god knows that hour passed too quickly. you were so stressed the entire time that passed, overthinking in the shower, putting too many decisions into what comfy clothes to wear. why were you trying to impress him? there was no need, he was your friend about to sit down and have a serious chat with you. even as you took careful steps towards the living room, greeted by the sight of beomgyu sat on the couch under a blanket - harry potter loaded up onto the tv screen - your heart felt like it was beating so fast it might explode.

he didn’t seem to notice you until you sat, quick to toss you a blanket and gesture for you to sit closer.

“why are you being shy? come sit with me, stupid.” while his voice held its usual teasing tone, there was something else in it - something you didn’t recognize as you scooted across the cushion closer to your best friend.

he didn’t start the movie yet, hand dancing over the remote before pulling away and shifting in his seat to face you.

“you wanna talk? or d’you wanna order food and watch the movie first?”

you sighed softly, knowing no matter how much you wanted to put this off that you couldn’t do that anymore. so instead, you nodded, mimicking his position.

“i can tell you’ve figured it out, gyu. so just get this over with please?”

he hesitated for a second before nodding, fidgeting with his fingers.

“you like me, don’t you? as more than a friend.. and that’s why you’ve been acting so strange lately. i knew something was up when you started avoiding me, but it just took me a while to piece it all together. can i– can i just ask; how long? i wanna make sure i have everything straight in my head.”

“i think i always have, i just never realized it. i kind of,” you sighed again, words difficult to articulate. “i finally started being honest with myself at the end of tour– i just didn’t want to spring it on you and ruin our friendship, so i’ve been trying to force myself out of it. i really do like you, gyu, a lot. more than i’ve ever liked anyone, god, i think i’m in fucking love with you. i just didn’t want to risk our friendship or our careers.”

you teared up slightly as you finished speaking, the silence of the room deafening as beomgyu processed your words.

“i don’t..” he stopped, trying to figure out how to best voice his feelings, not wanting to hurt you at all. “i think i’ve always known we were supposed to be together. i like you - of course i do - and i’d be stupid if i didn’t say i’ve always found you attractive...”

you huffed at that, folding your arms around yourself and effectively cutting off his words.

“you can’t force yourself into reciprocating just for the sake of my feelings, gyu. honestly, i just need closure. i need you to reject me, tell me you only see me as a friend, so i can move on. i can’t keep torturing myself by being in love with you, its not fair.”

“y/n, please, just listen to me.” he pleaded, grasping your hands in his. you looked up at him when you heard the desperation in his voice, and your heart broke at the pain on his features. you didn’t realize by torturing yourself, you’d end up torturing him too in the process. god, you hated human emotions.

“y/n, i– i want to, okay? i want to love you, just as much as you love me. i know i’ve always been particularly inept when it comes to emotions, and healthy relationships, but i want to change. i just– i need time. i’m going to learn to love you, no matter what it takes, i’m going to work on myself and be who you deserve.”

you couldn’t help the tears that rolled down your face again, salty drops falling from your skin onto the material of the couch beneath you. but beomgyu wasn’t finished spilling all of himself, oh no. and what could you do except listen?

“its always been you, and i’ve been too immature to develop that. who else knows me better, hmm? i’ve been too wrapped up in this rock ‘n roll lifestyle, that i haven’t allowed myself to realize that everything meaningful has always been right here. will you… will you wait for me? will you let me learn? teach me how to love?”

“of course i will, gyu,” you sobbed, pulling a hand away from his to wipe away to wetness from your cheeks. “i’d wait forever for you, whether i wanted to or not.”

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[bo0neey]

Smile! You're on TV

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Pairing: Katniss x Reader, slight Effie x Reader

Fandom: The Hunger Games.

Synopsis: Congratulations! Your survived the Hunger games. As a Victor it's your job to secure the lives of your Tributes. But don't be disheartened by reputation, statistically district 12 has the same odds as every other district. Better yet, your Tribute this year actually looks promising. !Warning. Growing attached is for audiences only!

Type: Multi-Chapter

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Chapter 1

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"So. Y/n."

My sight is blinded. Bright lights strike me down, but it's not unusual, not unexpected by any means. Rather, I'd grown used to the spotlight. It gave me a strange sense of comfort because while I was under the scrutiny of many, I was also safe from the hands of others. Despite the brightness, I can still make out the blue haired man infront of me.

"Last years tributes barely lasted the blood bath."

Of course I'd have to be reminded of those lifeless faces; innocent eyes I'd never meet again with small voices only present in memories. They were so young. Always so young and will forever be young. 13 and 14 last year. 12 and 17 the year before. I remember all of them. Every single child I meet every single year. Even when the cameras stop rolling and the public forget, those stolen lives will weigh on my heart every day.

"With this years reaping just arround the corner, how are you feeling about your odds?"

I mentally curse Haymitch for not being here with me. He always got to miss public pleasing. I sat alone on the large velvet seating. I was the only Victor from 12 that they wanted on the show. I hated it. All of it. They call me a Victor but I've never felt like one.

"Well Caesar, twelves certainly not known for their performance but I'm feeling confident this year. I really think this seventy-fourth year might be ours." With years of practice, I site some generic response and put on my famous smile. Like every time before I twke the cheers as my que to turn and wave to the void of cameras and silhouettes.

"I hear this year marks your tenth anniversary! Let's take a trip down memory lane."

They begin rolling clips from my time in the arena. They span right from the first night up until I was shipped back to the capitol. While I couldn't bare to watch those faces again, every voice took me back to that dreaded fortnight. I only won because the Capitol showered me in donations. It should've been the boy from 4. Or even 6. While in the begining I was glad. I've grown to resent them. I've begun to envy them even. I wouldnt wish this life on anyone.

'Play the game and you'll be rewarded.' Thats what haymitch slurred the first night on the train. He was right, as usual. He's a smart man when he's not drowning in his own vomit although i do sometimes worry he's rotting that brain away.

"Amazing isn't she!" Caesar yells into the crowd. A mix of cheers and sobs come from the faceless mass.

"And while were all feeling nostalgic, let's rewatch the reaping shall we?"

It was sick. Hearing the response from the crowd and the glee in Caesars voice. I turn my attention to the screen and feel my eyes prick. I see a young girl gleefully skip onto the stage. Shes utterly clueless of the horrors waiting for her. Shes helpless to stop the world waiting for her. I want to scream, I want to scoop her up and protect her. I want to rip that stupid dress off her and wipe the makeup off.

But I also know how much she wanted it. I know how long she spent applying old colours to her face and how excited she was when her mother gifted her the dress for her first reaping. I know how much she wqnted to be a pretty girl on the screen. It would be cruel to take that away from her. She stands on the stage with such pride and cheerfulness, its no wonder the Capitol fell for her.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

I quickly blink my eyes. Ah, yes. This years reaping.

I scan my heavy eyes over the quiet crowd to see this Primrose only noone moves. Its deathly silent. Slowly a young girl begins to step forwards. I feel my heart drop. She's so small. So young. So scared. I want nothing more then to hug the poor girl. Her death has just been called and the only comfort she'll receive is a large camera pointed at her face.

Another young girl on my conscience, ten years running. I want nothing more to forget. To live in ignorance. But the only way to fight against this sick game is to remember. Keep these children perfectly preserved and alive somewhere. Even if I'll never get to see such lively souls grow into the adults they should.

[viola-halogen]

Ok I already wrote this out in my notes but I thought I’d post a compilation of some of my thoughts/things I noticed about Hadestown when I saw it in London.

Firstly I mentioned in this post a thought I had during Doubt Comes In about Orpheus being injured after Papers and that making it harder to walk out of Hadestown

Secondly GENDER NEUTRAL HERMES IS ELITE. I loved that they were actually referred to with they/them pronouns a couple of times. Also Orpheus saying “excuse me Hermes” instead of “Mister Hermes” like. This boy is so polite.

Dónal Finn was absolutely devastating during Is It True. Like the way he just SOBBED “is this how the world is?” gave me intense chills

Multiple times during When The Chips are down Eurydice seems to be pleading with Hermes to tell her what to do, but Hermes just doesn’t respond. It really showcased how they can only tell the story, they can’t influence it

Also during Why We Build The Wall Hermes is the only character who isn’t singing—they’re just standing there the whole time stony-faced and silent despite at points Hades singing directly at them like he’s trying to get a rise out of them. Like it portrays so well how Hermes is outside of the story and also how they’re mourning it and have been since they started telling it.

Just in general Melanie la Barrie did such a good job portraying the tragedy of Hermes and being the powerless narrator

Zachary James was made for the role of Hades. His voice was incredible and his physical acting was so enjoyable to watch.

Also His Kiss, The Riot was incredible. Probably on par with Stewart Clarke’s Javert’s Suicide

After Why We Build The Wall Hades walked over to Persephone and touched her arm and she flinched and shoved him off and it was a really powerful moment because for the whole song Persephone is like a wall herself and in that moment you see the cracks in her composure

During Epic III after Hades hears The Melody he rushes over to try and subdue the workers and is physically taken aback when he realised he doesn’t have power over them anymore

Also at the end of Epic III when Hades finally sang The Melody Persephone burst into tears and Oh My God

Hades and Persephone’s dance was so dorky and sweet in They Danced and honestly Zachary James’s Hades was just so dorky in his more human moments. Peak endearingly awkward old people.

During Orpheus’s parts of Doubt Comes In the stage is completely dark with only him lit so that we can’t see Eurydice either and even we’re not actually sure if she’s there

I love all the ways in which they make the audience complicit in the story. Like obviously there’s the “we’re gonna sing it again” motif and like, by nature of us being there we’re part of the reason the story’s getting told again

But also in Epic III the audience laughs when Hades says “oh, it’s about me” and that’s what makes Orpheus lose his nerve and have to be encouraged by Hermes

Also when Hermes tells Orpheus and Eurydice “you’re gonna have to prove it before gods and men” they gesture to Hades, Persephone and the Fates as the Gods and then to the audience as the men. Like it just cements how we have a role to play as Orpheus’s audience, the thing that gives him his power

Which also makes me think (even though it probably wouldn’t work) how cool it would be if in Our Lady of the Underground the audience was expected to join in on the chorus lines (when Persephone sings “brother what’s my name?”)

[sidekick-hero]

dying on your lips is how I wanna go (kiss me you animal)

(steddie | teen | 3.3k | @steddie-week | First Kiss | AO3)

Summary: Robin breaks her ankle and Steve's chance at a dance with Eddie at her wedding with it. Good thing there's always a second chance for true love.

Robin and Nancy's wedding was an emotional roller coaster for Steve, and he's not sure if he wants to kiss or curse Robin. At the moment, both sound equally good.

The day had begun with him wondering if he was going to die alone, probably after slipping in his bathtub and being found weeks later, already rotting away. The bittersweet ache of watching his best friend and platonic soulmate marry the woman he thought he'd marry someday had been hard to bear, and he'd been convinced he'd end the night drunk and sobbing on the bathroom floor.

Instead, Robin had given him the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. He knew the guy, Eddie, wasn't exactly a gift because Robin had hired the wedding band without a thought for Steve. Still, he'd like to think that deep down, she did it for him, and he could kiss her for it.

Eddie had checked all of Steve's boxes and had single-handedly created a few new ones as well. The dark, curly hair and big, soulful eyes had been what had first caught Steve's attention, followed by the mesmerizing way he played his guitar, talented, nimble fingers dancing across the strings that made Steve think about how he'd like them to play his body in the same way. And his voice. Steve could still feel heat spreading through his body at the thought of that voice.

But what had made Eddie different, truly different, wasn't the way he looked or his sinful voice. It was the way he cared. He had been so nice to Steve, so sweet and interested in him, his attraction obvious without being sleazy. No, he had made Steve feel seen, like he really wanted Steve and not just another pretty body. And yes, maybe Steve was as easy as some of his exes and one-night stands had told him, but in his book, that was enough to make the first butterflies tentatively flap their wings.

When Eddie's bandmate had called Eddie back to the stage to do his job, he had been disappointed, but then Eddie had come back and asked Steve to save a dance for him, promising him a later for which Steve was giddy to take him up on.

This is where his desire to curse Robin comes into play.

Because Robin was one of the smartest and bravest and most wonderful people he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing, and he would die for her. But by God, whoever thought it was a good idea to let her drink and then dance a fast, upbeat song with Nancy should be slapped in the face, hard. Steve would even volunteer. Robin-actual-babygiraffe-Buckley was an uncoordinated mess when she was sober. Add several glasses of champagne on an empty stomach to the mix, and it was a wonder there hadn't been more casualties.

She and Nancy had been whirling around the dance floor in a flurry of flailing limbs, both dizzy and drunk, when Robin had tripped over her own feet, slammed into a table, and broken that table along with her ankle. Eddie had been there, right behind Steve, helping him dig Robin out from among the splintered wood, trinkets, and flower arrangements.

Eddie had examined Robin for injuries in a way that looked calm, collected, and competent, and Steve had swooned, forgetting for a second where they were and why.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

It just slipped out, adrenaline loosening his tongue, and Robin slapped his arm, offended.

"Could you please not flirt while I'm dying, Dingus?"

"You're not dying, birdie," Eddie chuckled, clearly amused by their banter and the way Steve seemed to have lost his brain-to-mouth filter. "But I'm afraid you're going to have to go to the emergency room, that ankle looks broken. Better get it looked at before it gets worse."

Steve looked at him with wide eyes. "How do you know how to do that?"

Eddie just shrugged his shoulders like it's no big deal, and that made Steve fall a little harder.

"Oh, y'know, I got beat up a couple of times in school, nothing bad, but you pick up a thing or two about injuries. Then we started playing in bars and clubs, but most of them wouldn't let us just play, they wanted money to get a spot, so I started helping out as a bouncer or bartender, and one part no one tells you about is taking care of drunks who get hurt," he looked down at Robin and smiled teasingly at her, "like birdie here. That was pretty impressive, I haven't seen that much broken in one go in a long time.”

Robin blushed, Nancy giggled, and Steve? Steve wondered how long he'd have to wait before he could ask Eddie to move in with him. Maybe after he took Robin to the emergency room, because he was pretty sure she'd kill him, soulmate or no soulmate, if he did it right now.

Steve scooped Robin up in his arms, earning a yelp from Robin and something that sounded almost like a Jesus Christ from Eddie.

He put her in his back seat, glad that his last champagne had been two hours ago. Nancy took the passenger seat and off they went. As he drove away, he saw Eddie getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. There went his dance and his bright future as a wedding band player's boyfriend.

They had kept Robin for a few hours, checking her out thoroughly at Nancy's vaguely threatening request. Steve called the wedding venue and told everyone that they wouldn't make it back, but that everything was paid for and they should enjoy it. Then he sat back down next to Nancy and waited.

Of course, Robin was fine. Her ankle was broken, but they told her it would heal nicely if she kept her weight off it for six weeks and wore an ugly looking boot. She was even given her own walker.

At 5am Steve fell into his own bad, face first and alone.

The next few days are spent in a moping haze. Steve knows he's being overly dramatic when he whines and pouts every time he goes over to Robin and Nancy's house to help Robin out when Nancy has to work, but he thinks he deserves it. Because something about Eddie had felt real in a way that nothing else had before, and as impossible and stupid as it sounds, he misses Eddie.

And that's why, he thinks, Nancy finally pulls him aside one night about a week after the wedding and asks him bluntly, "The wedding band singer, that's why you're so insufferable, isn't it?"

"Hey, if you don't want me here, I can--" he starts, sounding petulant to his own ears.

"Steve," Nancy cuts him off, that steely undertone in her voice that says she means business, "that's not it, and you know it. We want you here, always. But if I hear you sigh one more time, I will have to shoot you." She raises her eyebrow, waiting for him to interrupt or protest.

He doesn't.

"So I'll ask again. The wedding band singer?"

They stare at each other in silence, and it takes Steve a full 20 seconds or so before he gives in.

"Yeah, the wedding band singer," he sighs. "His name is Eddie."

"Oh, I know. We hired him. Which means I know his name, his full name, and his number and address." Looking into Steve's wide, surprised eyes, she adds affectionately, "Dingus.”

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Eddie is just about to bite into his sandwich, flipping off Gareth's nagging voice in his head telling him that nine thirty is too late for dinner, when his phone vibrates.

Unknown number sent 09:32pm: I got your number from Nancy, I'm not a stalker

Unknown number sent 09:32pm: Or does this count as stalking

Unknown number sent 09:33pm: Shit

Unknown number sent 09:33pm: Oh God, please ignore this

Unknown number sent 09:37pm: This is Steve, by the way. From the wedding you played with your band last Saturday. I don't know if you remember, but we talked before Robin broke her ankle and I couldn't get your number so Nancy gave it to me, and I'm sorry if this is weird, I'll delete it if you want me to

Eddie bounced excitedly on his couch, his face aching from smiling down at his phone and his feet kicking. It's a good thing Gareth and Chrissy aren't home right now because they would make fun of him mercilessly. There was no one around to judge him for acting like a teenage girl with her first crush.

Once that was out of his system, he picked up his phone again and tapped out a reply, trying not to sound too eager, but showing Steve how happy he was to hear from him.

Eddie Munson sent 09:41pm: Course I remember you, Steve. You're hard to forget, believe me.

Eddie Munson sent 09:42pm: This isn't weird, I'm glad you did. How is Robin?

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:42pm: Okay, good, I'm glad too

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:43pm: Robin is fine, doctor said she'll be good as new in about 6 weeks

Eddie is glad to hear that, too. He had joked about it, but the accident had looked painful. Even though he's still bummed that they didn't get to have that dance, it's good that Steve took care of his friend and that she's going to be okay. Maybe they can have that dance after all. Just as he's about to type that, he sees three dots appear on the screen, indicating that Steve is still typing. They disappeared without a new message and reappeared after a few seconds, and after several times of disappearing and reappearing, another message from Steve popped up.

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 09:56pm: Listen, I know we only talked once, but I think you and your band are really great. And there's this fundraiser at my school, we're raising money for a new gym. Maybe you and the guys would be willing to help me out and do a benefit concert to raise more money?.

Eddie deflated. Steve hadn't written to ask him out, but to ask for help with his benefit concert. It was a good thing he hadn't suggested they make up for the lost chance at a dance.

Normally, Eddie wouldn't jump at the idea of playing a concert at a local high school - his old high school, in fact, as Steve and he had discovered during their conversation at the wedding - especially for free. But the thought of seeing Steve again, even if it wasn't like that, made him type an answer before he could talk himself out of it.

Eddie Munson sent 10:02pm: Thanks man, I'll tell the guys you said that. I'll have to check with them, but I'm sure we can swing it. Just send me the date.

Steve (cute wedding guy) sent 10:04pm: Wow, that's great! Thanks, Eddie, really. It's next Friday, I thought we'd start the concert at 7pm, so if you could be there around 6:30 that would be great. Just ask for Steve Harrington.

Eddie sighed heavily. He can see Steve's excited face as if he were standing right in front of him and he could tell himself that it was the late dinner all he wanted, but the butterflies in his stomach were hard to misinterpret.

Fuck.

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Steve wants to kick himself for making a complete fool of himself as he lies in bed reading over his earlier conversation with Eddie. I'm not a stalker. Jesus Christ, Harrington, that's exactly what a stalker would say.

He's grateful that Eddie has been so nice about all of this. Not that he should be surprised, since Eddie had been nothing but nice and sweet during the wedding. Still, after getting off to a painfully awkward start, Steve couldn't bring himself to ask Eddie to dance, as he had planned. It would have just felt way too weird.

Good thing he remembered the fundraiser next Friday. Sure, he'll have to convince Joyce to allow a concert in the evening, something they hadn't planned, but he's pretty sure she'll be on board. Maybe he'll ask Eddie to go out to dinner or dancing afterwards.

Or both. He'd really like both.

‘In a few days I'll see him again, and this time I won't let him get away,' he thinks as he plugs in his cell phone and puts it on the nightstand.

Steve turns over and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

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The fundraiser is a huge success, largely due to Nancy's impeccable planning skills and the combined efforts of all their friends, most of whom don't even work at the school.

Jonathan, another of Nancy's ex-boyfriends whom they all get along with, is manning the photo booth and his boyfriend, Argyle, is handing out homemade pizza. Their friend Will is drawing portraits for the kids and their parents, while Dustin is doing harmless but exciting science experiments and Lucas is managing the basketball court.

Robin sits at the table with the large donation box, collecting checks and bills and thanking everyone profusely for their contributions. Her walker and crutches are out in the open, and if people feel sorry for her and give a little extra, that's on them. The children will be happy about their new gym and will not care how it was paid for.

Steve, who herds the volunteers and students alike, can't help but look at his watch every few minutes. Robin stopped teasing him about it an hour ago and now just rolls her eyes at him half annoyed, half fondly. It's still not even 6 p.m., the same as it was ten minutes ago, the last time he checked.

He sighs, annoyed at both himself and the slow-moving clock hands, when a voice behind him says, "I heard someone requested a Live Aid worthy benefit concert?"

Steve whips his head around to find Eddie standing right behind him, dressed in ripped jeans and a printed shirt under a leather jacket and denim vest combo that made want pool in his stomach. Eddie in a tuxedo had been mouthwatering, but this? This was downright indecent, his jeans looking painted on and the jacket accentuating how tiny his waist looked compared to his shoulders. Screw dinner and dancing, he wants to take Eddie home. He might even ask him to leave the jacket on.

"Steve? Are you okay, man?"

Eddie's voice jolts him out of the dirty spiral his thoughts had been on and he blinks at him owlishly.

"Eddie, hey. Hi. You're early," Steve stutters, looking for the script, any script, that doesn't make him look like an idiot. "Not that that's a bad thing, not at all. I'm glad you're here."

Steve groans and rubs his hand over his face. Great. So fucking smooth. When he looks up, he catches Robin's eyes across the room and her eyebrow rises before she mouths 'You suck' at him.

"You know what they say, Stevie. A wizard is never late, nor early. He arrives precisely when he means to."

"That's Lord of the Rings!" Steve exclaims, snapping his fingers at Eddie in excitement. "Dustin made me watch it last Christmas, it's really good."

The smile he gets in return turns the tentative flapping of butterfly wings in his stomach into a storm.

"Glad you think so. They're my favorite movies of all time, I watch them at least once a year."

Before Steve can reply, 'Maybe next time we can watch them together,' another man appears next to Eddie, and Steve vaguely remembers seeing him with the rest of the band at the wedding.

He slaps Eddie's shoulder and tells Steve, "Don't believe a word he says. He watches it once a month." He extends a hand to Steve. "I'm Gareth, Eddie's band and roommate. Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you, Steve."

Steve shakes Gareth's hand, catching the glare Eddie gives his friend out of the corner of his eye. He wonders what that's about.

"Thank you, Gare-Bear, for such a valuable contribution to my conversation. Don't you have something to do? Like, somewhere else, maybe?"

Gareth throws his head back and cackles at Eddie's put-upon expression, raising his hands in a placating yeah, yeah, yeah gesture.

"Me and the boys are going to get something to eat, call us when we can set up, yeah?"

Eddie waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I'll call you," before turning back to Steve and saying, "Ignore him. I do it all the time. So, Steve, my beneficiary, where do you want me?"

Everywhere but sucking you off in front of all these families will probably get me fired.

"Um -"

"For the concert? I wanted to check out the stage before I set up with the guys."

"Oh. Yeah, right. Follow me, I'll show you."

On the way to the stage Steve tries to get a grip on himself. What the fuck. He can't remember the last time he felt like this, like his skin was too tight and his stomach was churning with nerves.

As they pass the bleachers, Eddie speaks up from behind.

"Do you know how many times I walked by them and saw some jock or other making out with a cheerleader and made fun of them when all I really wanted was to be in their place?"

This makes Steve pause mid-stride and Eddie walks right into him, causing them both to stumble forward, holding on to each other to keep from falling over.

"Whoa, careful there, big boy, it feels like walking into a brick wall," Eddie chuckles, and it sounds nervous, his hands tightening on Steve's biceps. They're suddenly very close, noses almost touching, and Steve thinks he could drown in those bright brown eyes. He swallows convulsively, his head swimming with how much he wants to close the last few inches between them, and then he thinks, fuck it.

"I was a jock," he tells Eddie, eyes locking with his, wanting him to understand what he's putting out there.

Eddie's eyes widen, searching his for a long moment before he whispers, "Are you - Do you -" his voice devoid of all the assurance and bravado of earlier.

Steve may be slow on the uptake sometimes, but he knows when someone wants him.

"You want to cross out making out behind the bleachers with a jock from your bucket list?"

"Who says I didn't want to make out with the cheerleader?"

Steve licks his lips and Eddie's eyes immediately drop to follow the movement, so Steve just smirks and says, "Eddie? Shut up," and pushes him behind the bleachers, pinning him against the nearest beam and catching his lips in a bruising kiss.

Eddie's hands find their way into Steve's hair, gripping it in tight fists, and it stings in a way that makes his hips jerk forward, a gasp coming from his mouth that sounds more like a moan. Instead of using the opportunity to slip his tongue into Steve's willing mouth, Eddie uses his hands in Steve's hair to control the kiss, to make it slower, softer. Gentle. He moves his lips leisurely against Steve's, exploring their texture and shape before letting his tongue slip out to trace the pronounced dip of his Cupid's bow.

Steve melts into Eddie, surrendering himself as he sinks against his warm, inviting body. They kiss and kiss and kiss, the slide between their mouths getting wetter and hungrier.

"Fuck, I never thought I'd get to do this. You're a dream come true, Steve Harrington."

Steve dives back in, kissing him with everything he has, thinking, I never want to wake up.

[gamora-borealis]

I had the most vivid dnp hard launch dream... a lot of it was confusing and random, I think they were somehow like living in an apartment across from mine and I knew them some and saw them holding hands in front of me very casually. Then it turned into this giant movie or documentary filmed very cinematically where Dan had released some kind of epic solo project and there were like other characters from the apartment complex who had storylines in this movie like at one point dan had passed out and they were trying to wake him up by playing really loud rock music. and at the climax of the movie there is a release party for this solo project and like huge Hollywood celebrities were there but also people from my work lol. Finally Dan appears in a white suit in the crowd and you see him look across the room and at first it looked like he was looking at this very hot celebrity guy but actually it was Phil standing just behind that guy in a pink suit. And he runs across the room to give Phil a hug and spins him around, and I was like sobbing watching this on an iPad. Then he brings Phil up to this center stage area where these journalists are and it's implied he's gonna give a speech to thank Phil and potentially hard launch. But he was kind of running up there dragging Phil along and they accidentally run into a journalist and they all fell over but she was holding a wine glass and it shattered and shards of glass got stuck in Dan's neck and they had to take him to the hospital. Before the ambulance came a guy from my work was administering first aid and I was like oh wow yeah I turned down going to this party because too many people but I'm glad he was there! Anyways Dan is fine and gets released a few days later and he and Phil walk out of the hospital holding hands and you see it as this camera angle below them where their hands are facing the sky and perfectly framed by the sun. Then all the paparazzi try to run up to them to get pictures but they only get pics once they are about to get in a car and dan is wearing this slightly sheer white short sleeve button down open over a T-shirt, and the button down is so oversized that because of the breeze it was like flowing and covering up them holding hands. And the paparazzi are like damn clearly they were holding hands but it's hard to see on camera they truly are masterminds of being vague!!! but in the camera they filmed the movie on you can clearly see them holding hands through Dan's shirt and you also already saw them holding hands so it's to imply like you the viewer of the movie get to know they were holding hands but they were still being cheeky about it within the world of this movie. And afterwards I was like this is the greatest thing I've ever seen and couldn't stop crying and even my dad was like yeah that's a great movie they talked about it on all my favorite podcasts (including Joe Rogan???) and then in the credits it was showing bloopers and irl moments between dnp and at one point they saw my apartment because I had left the door open on accident when I left one time and they were like dang it's so messy we should help her clean and I was aw like that's sweet of them but how embarrassing this is in this movie... and then it also showed unreleased pinof bloopers and the vegas vlog where they were holding hands and having fun and being giggly. then for some reason my mom came and was like oh here's some props from the movie and it was a bunch of old floppy discs but they were huge and had a DVD Cover-esque design on them of Battlestar Galactica or some kind of space show that was less popular than Star Trek and I was like wow this is so cool I kind of prefer these to CDs or DVDs! and then I woke up 😶

@dnp-dreams @phannie-dreams