#I LITERALLY GAVE MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS FOR THIS

[graveyarrdshift]

I'M SO HAPPY YOU GOY TICKETS YOU DESERVE THEM I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU <33333

THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH 🥹 THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE 😭

[letterstotheflre]

GUYS IM SEEING TAYLOR IN NOVEMBER!!!!

[apricusapollo]

just finished writing chapter 8 of paper rings. it's 10k words. give me a moment to breath out and maybe I'll post it in an hour or so. maybe.

[eeboyysworld]

“ Do you think you’ll kill for me one day? “

“Yes, of course i will my darling..”

Gi-hun!X Male!reader X In-ho!

Genre: Smut

Contains/Warnings?: Blood(Ofc its squid game), Blindfolds, reader is restrained, Dacryphilia , Degradation, Double penetrating from both ends,sexual voyeurism, ( guard being a pervert ) Bottom reader!

Player 001 and Player 456,Both mysterious in their own ways,you couldn’t tell if they loved each other or hated each other..And somehow, you managed to get yourself in the middle of them..literally.

You couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you the same way they did, and no matter how many times you ignored it, the itch never went away.Their eyes forever stamped onto your skin. It was confusing..did you like it..or did you not?.It didn’t matter, in the end you were always seeking their approval. And they gave you it.

The bathroom you stood in was rather clean, probably because it’s only used once a year and by minimum people.The two men practically dragged you with them, Gi-hun murmuring “need to discuss the next game.” Not finding the need to leave, you let yourself get dragged into, realistically, the best night since you got into this shit-hole.

Understandably you were very awkward, especially in this position. The rope ached your wrists, leaving a red mark behind, the musk of blood and sweat inhabited your senses, a black void covered your sight, leaving you ultimately defenceless.Shivering as a rough hand grabbed your chin, a finger soothing your blood dried cheek.

“Look at you..being so obedient for us.” The mellow voice cooed at sight of you,” If only you could see how desperate you are.”

Biting your lip,as it drew blood, you couldn’t respond even if you wanted to.”-Ah ..stop teasing the poor thing.” Gi-hun, your saviour, the one who picked you up on the first game introduced to you and the many others, you owe him your life.And he knew that, although he didn’t want your life, just your body, and who were you to deny such a person like him.

Warm arms picked you up and perched you onto a lap, tight hands embracing you.Heart pounding with excitement, grounding down into the lap beneath you, his hips shuddering, suddenly he gripped your hips, stopping your movements. Tsking , “ You don’t get to decide when to move.-“Nipping at your neck, leaving kisses,he continues.” Only we get to decide your every step.”

Short breaths left you, red faced as they continue to bather you with dirty words and affection.Confusion was written all over your face, lips stuck in a pout.

Gi-hun’s sharp teeth sank into the crane of your neck, licking over the marks he left.Behind you, In-ho continued to grind into you, moving your hips along with his pace.They’re scents made you dizzy, pleasure and irritation flowed inside you,mewling from the amount of attention you received and the little attention for your own release.

“We have to hurry, before we get caught.” You had gotten used to the torment you got from them ,that it surprised you when a pair of cold hands yanked the green joggers down, a gasp left your chapped lips, the pre-cum stained the boxers you worn, leaving the tip cold.

“Come here baby-“ although your sights were removed from you , you stood up ,legs wobbly clinging onto the man you called your saviour. He kissed with passion and love, completely different from the man behind you, who was shoving his pants off, cock sprung and aching for touch.

Removing you from the other , he spat right onto your hole , sliding a finger up and down before shoving it in you without warning. “Mmgh-“ hiding into the crook of gi-hun’s neck, biting down on the sweater he wore, drool labouring down the fabric

“Already undone by just a finger-“ picking up the pace , “-Pathetic slut.” another was added and it continued until you were ready for him. By the time the prep was done , you were a wreck, back arched and tears stained the cloth, spit connecting with whatever you could latch on to hide the mewls you couldn’t hold in.

Being thrown into the stoic man’s lap yet again , his hands guided you down onto his length, giving a second to adjust before he lifted you up, leaving the tip to almost slip out, and then slammed right down again. Head thrown back as he continued to plung in and out , wet noises engulfed the bathroom, leaving whoever was out there to wonder.

Without time to recover, another hand yanked your head down, mouth gapped open allowed the other man ,who was watching before deciding to give in.” I hope you forgive me after this..” you had no clue what he meant, until a few moments passed before something was shoved into your warm mouth, his nails digging into your [h/c] locks, rocking you back and forth to meet in-ho’s harsh thrusts.

Whatever sense you had left was all gone out the window , you didn’t care if someone were to walk in and catch you guys , your cock needed touch, aching and red,and the two didn’t care for your needs.

Part of you wanted to get mad at them for it, but the other obeyed, leaving your tip over flowing with pre-cum.

Spit dripped down onto the floor , the moans leaving you too fast to comprehend the squeaky entrance door opening slightly.

Slaps echoed the room leaving no trace for anything else to be heard. Frankly, the guard hadn’t had a clue on what was happening, why were you guys taking so long. He wasn’t gonna find out , if it wasn’t for the rectangle head to appear, he wouldn’t have.But he was just a lousy triangle.

After being in there for one second, he knew what was happening in that stall. He should be putting his gun up, telling you guys that wasn’t allowed, atleast make himself known.But no, it was like he was in a trance, probably form the lack of attention he didn’t get lately, this damn job didn’t give him time to get laid .

Sneaking as quiet as he can, peeking through the hole, eyes wide at the sight that he interrupted. He landed on you , all messy hair and cock left unattended,oh how he would love to grant you some sweet release. He didn’t know your name, he might as well call you slut,after all that’s what he sees, just a whore allowing himself to be used like a cock sleeve.

Without batting a breathe , he slipped past his briefs and palmed his hard on, biting his lip to refrain himself.

You three were completely unaware of the audience you received, too lost in the temporary bliss.

They were close, you can tell with the way they became sloppy, clenching down onto the length nestled in you to help him finish. Sucking a little hard and repeatedly swallowing. “ You really know -mmh..know -how to drive a man crazy don’t you sweetheart.”

You could come without anyone touching you with their words, you were about to ,until a hand gripped your base with force. Immediately whining and writhing in their grip. How mean.

Without much warning , besides the shuddering of their hips, gi-hun pulled out before slamming back in before he painted you with his cum.The wet warmness from both men made you shiver. Your gummy walls coated white, marking you as theirs.

One last passionate kiss and lingering touches from the both of them and you guys were out of there, ready to take on whatever came your way (literally).

Only problem was, you didn’t have your release. That had you tossing and turning the whole night.

Maybe the guard from earlier would help you.. afterall you weren’t picky.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

AN: ain’t alor of squid game and male readers 😔 so here you go‼️ sorry if it’s bad 🙏

Ps Let me know if I should make more

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Wild Gods

Part 1

M!tiger god x f!reader

After the worst humiliation of your life you fled into the surrounding woods to clear your head and get some distance from it all. The beautiful ruins you stumbled into however held more than just history, a mysterious being there seems so believe that you are his long lost mate.

(Based off the ask here!)

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Literal blood, sweat and tears down the drain. Years of practicing and refining your spell until perfection only to be turned away. It wasn’t fair! You did everything right and still the council turned you away! All of your friends were accepted though, only adding to your own disappointment.

You muttered a quick “thank you for your time” before leaving, your face red with both anger and sorrow. Once you were far enough away from the gathering you ran, you weren’t sure to where you were running, but you couldn’t go home to face to your family quite yet.

Farther and farther into the surrounding woods you ran until trees gave way to flowers. Beautiful, fragrant flowers adorning ruins. Even crumbling away the ruins still held such majesty, and the sweet smell of the flowers was so familiar and stirred something in you.

Many times had you ventured into the woods to gather reagents, though you had never stumbled across these ruins before. The woods here were well explored, but you had never heard of anything like this in them.

You wandered farther into them, there was something weirdly soothing about walking around here, which was appreciated about now. Well, it was soothing until you heard the crunch of gravel from behind you. Quickly you turned and swore you caught a long, feline tail that disappeared into the dense foliage, too fast to be able to tell if your eyes were just playing tricks on you, though now you also swore you were being watched.

You started to run, something was here with you and you were not keen on finding out exactly what it was, though at soon as you turned to move you collided with something. Someone.

He stood tall and regal, with the head of a tiger and covered with soft, mottled fur that was warm where your face was against his chest after running into him. Light reflected off the gold bangles adorning his wrists and he quickly moved to hold you against him. He placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to his, his tail wrapping around one of your legs.

“There you are, my queen. I have been waiting so long for you” he nearly purred.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on you was too tight.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“The lord of this place, though you know that” he was purring and nuzzling the top of your head.

You squirmed against him more, trying to get away though he showed no intent on releasing you.

“I have waited so long for you to return to me. So long here alone. But you have returned to me at last, my mate.”

“I, I don’t-” you stammered, trying to wrap your mind around the situation, “I’m not.”

“I would know you anywhere, my mark is on your very soul. You are my mate returned to me, do not shy away.”

Your pulse was rising in your throat, fear gripping you and taking over. You felt as though you could pass out, this strange being speaking as if he knew you.

“You were taken from me too soon before, but I will not let them take you from me again” his grip on you tightened, clawed hands digging into your skin, “This time I will rebuild my kingdom with you at my side. This time you will accept my gift this time and reign at my side. Our children will grow proud and strong, our daughters more radiant than the sun and our sons stronger than the mountains.”

Slowly he had backed you against a column, pinning you between the cool, smooth stone and his own well built form. His breath was warm on your neck as he nuzzled against you and you felt him grinding his hips against you.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt them tearing up. You failed at your life’s ambition, you had no idea how to go home and face your family, no idea how to carry on with your life now, and now you were trapped by this strange being.

“You are… scared?” he asked.

You cracked your eyes open to see him looking down at you, a sad expression on his face and his brow knitted together in confusion.

“You truly do not remember me at all?” he asked.

Unable to find you words you just shook your head. His grip on you loosened and his tail dropped from where it was wrapped around your leg.

“I’ve waited so long” he started again, “And you look at me like a stranger.”

“I don’t, I don’t know who you are” you stammered out, “You have the wrong person.”

“No!” an edge of almost anger slipped into his voice, but dropped almost immediately, “It is etched on your very soul, I would know you anywhere. And even after a thousand years your soul still drew you back here, back to me.”

You shifted uncomfortably, glad he was no longer pressed against you at least, but you had no idea what to do now. Returning home meant facing your family in shame, explaining that all your years of hard work were for nothing, that of all your friends you were the only one not accepted to the council. You had nowhere else to go, and now this strange being was convinced that you were his mate.

“You are finally home at least” he purred, “Come, let me help you get settled in, maybe you will remember then.”

You did not know why, but you followed him between the crumbling walls of the ruins, you supposed you really had nowhere else to go anyways.

“What are these flowers?” you asked.

“Jasmine, your favorite. You planted them here all those years ago.”

The ruins were an absolute labyrinth, every turn taking you deeper and to the point where you did not think you could trace your way back out. He lead you to a room that least still had a roof, though even then it was scarcely better off than the rest of things.

“I know it is not much now, but now that I have you at my side again I will be able to finally start rebuilding” he said, “Come, it is late, lay with me and rest.”

You followed him to what was less of a bed and more of a nest. His tone indicated that it was less of a request and more of a command and you were certain you did not want to test his temper. Pillows, soft silks, and pelts formed a surprisingly cozy place to rest as he pulled you against his chest.

You couldn’t help but sniffle. You failed the most important moment of your life, you did not know how you could ever face your family, and from the way this strange being was talking he seemed intent on not letting you leave here.

“There is no need for that. You are safe and home. Soon everything will be back as it is supposed to be” he leaned down to run his rough tongue along your cheek, catching the few tears that rolled down. “This place will be beautiful once more. You will take your place at my side to rule, you will bear our children, and this time I will make sure no one takes you from me.”

You don’t know for how long you laid there, his arm wrapped around you and preventing you from being able to get up and leave. His face was buried against the back of your neck while he laid on his side and clutched your to his chest, you could feel how purred even in his sleep.

Tomorrow you would sort this mess out. Explain to him better that you weren’t his mate, that he was mistaken. That you needed to return home and review your spell again, that surely with a little polishing up you could try again and impress the council. But for now you couldn’t do much of anything. So instead you would sleep, clear your mind, and worry about it all in the morning.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

I keep rewatching that epilogue scene and, the way Hunter and Omega talk about her joining the Rebellion... You can tell this is not the first time they're having this conversation. And I just can't help but wonder what the previous one(s) must have looked like.

Because something tells me it wasn't peaceful.

I just can't imagine Hunter having any other reaction than an immediate, definitive "absolutely not" the first time he hears about Omega wanting to join the Rebellion. Just like I can't imagine Omega being okay with that reaction.

Were they arguing about it? Were they butting heads and not backing down from their respective points? Because they would. Absolutely, they would.

Did their brothers have conversations with both of them separately? Did Wrecker tell Omega to give Hunter a break because he's old and worried? Did Crosshair convince Hunter that he can't keep a grown woman grounded just because he's scared about her? Did Echo tell him that if this is Omega's calling, he has to let her do her thing?

She tried to sneak off. As if she didn't want to go through this again. As if she thought leaving without a goodbye would be easier on everyone and this way no one can stop her. After all, she made up her mind. She's going. But when she turns the light on and spots Hunter sitting there, she's not even surprised. She nods to herself like of course. Of course he's here.

This literally sounds like they've been over this before. But this time the conversation is surely more peaceful. They both have the other's perspective in their minds now.

This is my choice and I know it scares you but I need you to understand.

I know I won't change your mind but I don't want you to go, I want you to be safe.

This must have been said before as well. Maybe in anger. Maybe in pleading. Or desperation. I wouldn't be surprised if Omega got very frustrated with Hunter for treating her like she's still a kid. Nor would I be shocked if Hunter had trouble articulating his point of view in all his worry and panic. But here, it's a confession. It's very vulnerable. It's the truth Hunter doesn't want to hear and gives a reason why.

Omega is a grown woman now. Skilled, capable, brave. Hunter doesn't doubt that. But to him, she's always going to be his little girl no matter how old she is and I am still speechless at the fact that we actually see him not only struggling with it but also admitting to it.

Back on Pabu, after they escaped Tantiss, Hunter told her: "We've all fought enough battles for one lifetime." And now, years later, Omega echoes this back to him. "You've all fought enough." Almost like she's reading Hunter's mind and knows that if he can't stop her, he's going to want to join her.

The way he wants to reach after her here when she gets up. Like he wants to say wait, no, don't go yet!

But this is her fight, just like she says. She's never been able to sit still, we know that, we've seen that. Just like Echo back in season 2, she can't stand the thought of staying down and doing nothing when there are people out there fighting for freedom. People she can help. She's a skilled pilot now (I can bet she'll become most famous in the Rebellion for her flawless Tech-Turn), she has absorbed everything her brothers have taught her over the years like a sponge and now she wants to use that. After years of living away from the fight, she's finally ready to get back out there and make a difference in the galaxy. Fight for peace because that is her calling.

She's ready, but Hunter is not.

You can tell it's literally tearing him apart to watch her go. That's his baby, the whole reason he's living the life he has now. He gave his blood, sweat and tears so she could grow up safe and happy and away from the Empire's clutches. And now she's going back right into them, willingly.

But she's all grown up. And he has no choice but to let her go do her thing. So he holds her close and I don't doubt sends out a prayer that she comes back to him safe and in one piece. He closes his eyes and commits the feeling to memory because who knows when will be the next time he gets to do this?

And it might be destroying him inside but he's so damn proud. And he knows she's got this. She doesn't need her old man to watch her back anymore.

And yet still this old man, with gray in his hair and beard, this old man whose posture is hunched and who is moving slowly and having difficulty standing up because of his accelerated age, is telling his very grown up and very capable daughter that if she needs him, he's going to pick up his blaster, don the armor and join her in the fight.

Because that's what fathers do.

[reiding-writing]

familiarity [ s.r ]

Summary:

Spencer’s nightmare leaves him reeling with a panic attack, not helped by the unfamiliar environment of his hotel room. in his desperation he does the only think he can think of, call you.

WARNINGS: details of spencer’s kidnapping, needle mentions, mentions of bodily harm, detail of panic attacks

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.7k

masterlist!!

a/n: back on my angst grind after three straight fluff fics, enjoy :)

“No- Please- Please, I don’t-“ Spencer’s desperate pleas were halted as Tobias pulled up his sleeve to expose skin that hadn’t yet been pierced.

“Tell me it doesn’t help,” Spencer gave him a pleading look, although didn’t say anything as the needle was prepared, and he whimpered softly at the stinging pain in his arm, followed by a wave of calm.

Even though Spencer could no longer physically feel the pain he was experiencing, it didn’t stop tears from falling down his face, running hot against his skin as they left diluted red stains in their wake from mixing with the half-dried blood of his head injury.

His head fell backwards against the chair, eyelids fluttering as his body was overcome by the liquid running through his bloodstream, not at all aided by the sudden resurgence of Raphael, who only proved to make the situation worse as he berated Spencer for the one way contact he had with his team.

His mental beating ended with a physical one, a sharp smack against Spencer’s already bleeding head causing his chair to topple backwards and all of the air to be knocked out of his lungs.

He desperately gasped for oxygen to no avail, choking on his own saliva as his body began to uncontrollably shake.

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Spencer shot upwards, his eyes craned open so far that he could already feel them drying up despite the tears still occupying their corners.

He blindly fumbled to turn on the lamp at his side through trembling hands and shaking breaths, and whilst he thought the light might help him come back to his bearings, the unfamiliar room that greeted him only served to make his panic worse.

He was on a case. He was in a hotel room. He was fine. Nothing was wrong. He was okay.

He was okay.

He was not okay.

His chest tightened with every breath, the amount of oxygen making its way into his bloodstream depleting with every desperate breath he tried to take and making him increasingly lightheaded.

If he had enough muscle control in his fingers he was sure that he’d be clawing at his throat in an attempt to get more air into his lungs.

He knew what was going to happen next, and with his eyes turning blurry from his tears he did the only thing he could think of to stop it from getting any worse.

“Spence..?” Your voice is hoarse from your sharp awakening at the hand of your ringtone, and you yawn into the receiver as you roll onto your back with your phone pressed to your ear. “What’s the matter..? It’s late…”

Spencer’s hand trembled as he held up the phone, his breathing shaky and uneven to the point where you could hear it on the other end of the line. “I-i’m sorry to wake you up I just… I need you.. please-”

“Spencer?” The tearful desperation in his tone knocks any sense of tiredness from your body, and you sit straight up in your hotel bed. “Are you okay?”

Spencer didn’t have the energy nor the composure to go into detail, so he just blurted out the main fear he had as the tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m scared-”

You’re scrambling out of your bed before he even answers the question, haphazardly pulling a t-shirt over your head and pressing your phone to your ear against your shoulder as you pull on a pair of sweats over your shorts. “What room are you in Spencer?”

Spencer’s eyes were almost shut tight in anticipation of a panic attack as his mouth opened slightly. “411…”

“I will literally be there in two seconds,” You fumble around your room to grab your room key and leave the room hastily, shutting the door harder than you probably should as you rush to lock it behind you. “Can you unlock your door for me?”

“Yeah… I can do that” Spencer got up carefully and shakily made his way to the door, not at all helped by the geometric pattern of the carpet that made his head spin, planting the palm of his hand flat on the floor to ceiling mirror to keep himself upright.

He eventually found the lock to his room door and managed to unlock it after a small struggle, his fingers not co-operating with what his brain told them to do.

You give the door a soft knock as you reach it, and Spencer hears the end dial of his phone as you hang up the call in favour of speaking through the door instead. “Hey, it’s me, i’m coming in okay?”

“Okay…” Spencer said quietly, pushing his hair out of his face as it started to fall in front of his eyes again and taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

“Hey…” You crack the door open as little as possible and slip into his room, shutting the door behind you with your foot as you reach up to pull his head into your shoulder. “You’re alright, I’ve got you…”

Spencer’s eyes immediately closed as he surrendered to your touch, letting out a shaky breath that tickled the skin of your neck.

“Sorry you had to wake up for all of this..” Spencer muttered softly, almost inaudible as it muffled against your t-shirt. “I didn’t know what else to do..”

“Shh…” You gently bring your hand up to run it gently through his hair, slowly detangling it with your fingers. “It’s okay, you made the right decision,”

You remain standing there for a few moments as you take in the state of the room in front of you.

The room was shrouded in cool white light from a lamp on one of the bedside tables, water dripping from its edge and falling into a puddle on the carpet to join a glass that Spencer had presumably knocked over during his scramble for his phone.

The window curtains were open, exposing the main street outside, although a little blurred through the glare from the lamp on the glass that left a reflection of the mess that was the hotel bed in its place, the duvet in a pile to one side and the decorative blanket lining its end in a heap on the floor.

Even if Spencer hadn’t have been trembling in your arms, the panic he’d experienced was entirely evident, leaving physical evidence of his anxiety across his hotel room.

You slowly trace your hands down his arms, stopping as you reach his hands to take them in your own and gently pull him towards his bed to sit down and alleviate the weight from his trembling legs. “You’re safe Spencer, I promise,”

You give Spencer’s hands a gentle squeeze as you take a seat next to him, sat half on the bed so that you can face him properly, and Spencer’s eyes open for a few seconds before he again leans his head against your shoulder, his nose buried against the curve of your neck.

“Sorry,” Spencer said quietly. “I-i don’t know why it’s so bad tonight. I just can’t stop it-”

“It’s okay Spencer, don’t apologise,” You wrap your arms around Spencer, one tracing lines up and down his back and the other scratching gently at his scalp. “We’re gonna work through this step by step okay?”

Spencer let out a small shaky sigh as he kept silent for a moment, trying to quell the shaking of his body. “O-okay” He nodded softly against your shoulder.

“Do you remember the grounding techniques I told you about?” It was a bit of a loaded question considering Spencer’s eidetic memory, but encouraging him to engage in answering simple yes or no questions would be a good start to slowly getting him to calm back down

“..Yeah,” Spencer took a slow deep breath as he moved his head away from your shoulder, blinking them open slowly as he tried not to get overwhelmed by the harsh lighting from the lamp. “It’s the 5,4,3,2,1 method...”

“That’s right, let’s go one at a time okay?” You give him a soft nod at his correct assessment.

“Can you tell me five things you can see right now?”

“The- ceiling…” Spencer said quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing. “…and the lamp.. and the dresser… and the window… and you..”

“Good,” You tuck a stray strand of hair behind Spencer’s ear, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “What about four things you can feel?”

“…the bed under me… the carpet… your hand running through my hair.” Spencer took a couple of deep breaths as his shaking slowly started to decrease, his head falling back into the crook of your neck. “And my own shirt on my skin.”

You give him a soft nod, joined by a small hum of affirmation to confirm that he was doing well. “Let’s do three things you can hear,”

Spencer just nodded before continuing, closing his eyes once more to focus on matching his breathing to yours. “The clock on the wall… my own breathing… and your heartbeat.”

“Good, that’s good,” You gently move your fingers through Spencer’s hair at his temple, brushing through it softly and gently massaging at the skin behind his ear. “Two things you can smell?”

“…the lavender scent you have on you..” He stays silent for a bit as he struggles to think of something else. “And.. the smell of the room itself… i guess.”

You cant help the small chuckle that leaves your mouth as he vaguely describes the smell of the hotel room, and whilst it’s not exactly perfect you let it pass. “Last one,”

“One thing you can taste?”

Spencer thought for a moment. “The taste of the saliva in my mouth.”

“Good job, that’s great,” By the time the grounding was complete, you were almost entirely supporting Spencer’s weight, his head pressed against your shoulder and his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as you held him close to your chest. Some parts of his mind were still a bit hazy but he knew he had calmed down a lot. “Can we stay like this for a bit..?”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want to Spence,” Spencer lets out a small sigh and keeps his head on your shoulder silently, listening to your heartbeat and mirroring your breathing in attempt to stabilise himself.

You remain holding Spencer for the next few minutes, the room completely silent aside from the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall.

“Can i ask you something..?” Spencer’s voice is quiet against your shoulder, and he shifts himself slightly to have your face in his line of sight.

“Of course you can,”

Spencer takes a deep breath in before speaking again. “…can you stay in here with me tonight?”

His question elicits a small sigh to leave your mouth, and you arbitrarily push the stubborn strands of hair that fall over his forehead back behind his ear again. “You’re sure you want me here?”

Spencer just nods. “Please? At least for a little bit..?” Spencer’s voice was back to being quiet and shaky, like he was still on the cusp of another panic attack if he wasn’t careful.

You didn’t want to unintentionally take advantage of Spencer’s vulnerability, but the look of pure unbridled desperation on his face as he asked you to stay made you want to let him curl up in your arms and hold him until you physically couldn’t any longer.

“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to stay…” You rub small circles into his back to stabilise him again, not wanting him to accidentally fall back into another panic attack after he’d just managed to push his way out of one.

“…can you hold me..?” Spencer asked quietly, still burying his head into your shoulder as he spoke. “Please?”

“Yeah… i can do that,” You shift further onto the bed as you encourage Spencer to lie down, pulling the bedsheets straight to drape them over the both of you as you lie down behind him, turning to your side and holding your arms open in his direction. “C’mere,”

Spencer moved closer so he was now fully laying down in your arms, his head buried into your neck and his arms squeezing your torso tightly.

You could still feel the anxiety in the tenseness of his shoulders and the way his eyes clamped shut, almost as if he was waiting for another panic attack to hit him suddenly.

“i got you… you’re alright…” You pull him flush against you, slipping your hand underneath his t-shirt to run your fingers against the bare skin of his back, ignoring the slight moisture collected on his skin from his body sweating as a result of his nightmare.

“I hate this… I hate that this keeps happening..” Spencer moved his hands up to grip your shirt lightly as he tried to calm himself further.

“I know Spence I know…” The pads of your fingers tracing small circles into the skin of his back served as a good calming technique as Spencer tried to solely focus on how the gentle sensations felt.

“Your brain is just trying to process all of the emotions in your mind, and the best way to do that is when you’re sleeping,”

Spencer looked up slightly from your shoulder and you could practically feel his anxiousness by how tightly his hands were clutching your shirt.

“…..i’m scared when i’m awake too….” he admitted quietly, his eyes wavering from yours as he spoke no matter how hard he tried to maintain eye contact with you.

“He can’t hurt you anymore Spence…” You sigh softly as his expression matches his words, traces of fear lingering in his features even as he calms down.

“…i’m not scared of him.. not completely..” Spencer tone continued to carry an undertone of fear even as he admitted that Tobias didn’t scare him anymore.

“What is it you’re scared of then Spence?” You tilt your head downwards to speak against the crown of his head, muttering the words softly.

“I’m still scared of… what if I….” Spencer’s words get stuck in his throat as he tries to speak, his breathing becoming uneven once more and threatening to send him spiralling again.

“..what if I fall back into my addiction.. I can’t let that happen again…”

Spencer’s voice was still shaky as he looked up at you, and you could feel him trembling in your arms. He was on the edge of another panic attack, but doing his best to hold it back and remain as calm as he could.

“Hey- slowly,” You take the side of his face in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his cheek and tilting it up towards you. “You have come so far Spencer, you’re going to be alright,”

Spencer’s eyes were threatening to spill tears once more, but he seemed to calm down a bit more at the comfort of the cool temperature of your hand against his face.

“You can’t promise that.. you can’t know..” Spencer resorted back to mirroring your breathing, watching as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took and trying to steadily replicate it himself. “I just don’t want to lose myself again…”

“You won’t.” You shake your head softly at him, leaning your forehead against his.

Spencer took a few seconds to just breathe, focused on retaining a state of at least mild calmness before he tried to say anything else. “..can I ask you something..?”

“Yeah of course you can,” You give a soft nod against his forehead, cupping both of his cheeks in your hands.

Spencer took a couple more deep breaths before asking the question. “..if I relapse.. if I slip back down that hole.. can I come to you for help again..?”

“Of course you can…” You gently pull your forehead away from his to look at him properly, stroking your thumbs over Spencer’s cheeks in soothing lines. “But I will do my absolute best to ensure that that never happens,”

Spencer nodded as he looked up at you, still holding your hand tightly. You could tell that his anxiety wasn’t fully gone but he seemed to slowly be regaining his bearings again.

After a few more quiet minutes, Spencer let out a small yawn, looking up at you. “I… i’m tired…”

“You should try and get some sleep Spencer…” Spencer nodded softly, leaning his head further into the palm of your hand.

“…can you stay here with me while i sleep?” He muttered quietly, his eyes starting to get teary again as he feared the inevitability of you leaving. “I’m still scared…”

“Hey…” You redirect the movement of your hands from your thumbs tracing lines into his cheeks to your fingers scratching gently at the hair behind Spencer’s ears, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to the small wrinkles forming between his eyebrows from how hard he was furrowing them. “I’m not going anywhere okay?”

Spencer couldn’t help but blush a little bit as you kissed him softly on the forehead.

“…okay.” Spencer moved his head forward to bury it into your chest, taking slow and deep breaths as he slowly started to calm down. “Can you hold me… more tightly..?”

You slide your arms around Spencer and give him a soft squeeze at his question, holding him against you with a small amount of added pressure to act almost as a weighted blanket.

“…did you know that sharks cuddle with each other?” His voice is slightly muffled against the fabric of your t-shirt, and you can’t help the small chuckle that escapes you at the random piece of information he gives you.

“Oh do they now?”

Spencer nods softly, his grip on you loosening ever so slightly as he begins to become more drowsy. “They huddle in piles when they sleep, and take it in turns making sure no one gets lost from the group..”

A small yawn escapes Spencer’s mouth at the end of his sentence. “They’re very social animals..”

Spencer mutters out his explanation, his eyelids feeling heavy and his limbs relaxing against your body. “..thank you for being my shark..”

“No problem,” You give a soft chuckle against the crown of Spencer’s head, massaging the nape of his neck with your fingers.

Spencer smiled slightly at the gentle pressure of your fingers, letting out a small inaudible sigh at the feeling. “..can I ask another question..?” He his voice was laced with very apparent drowsiness, and he just barely lifted his face enough from your shoulder to be able to look at you.

“Just full of questions tonight aren’t you?” You let out another small laugh, tucking Spencer’s hair behind his ear as he looks up to get a better look at his sleep-filled features.

Spencer nodded a little bit as his eyes falling closed as your fingers ghost over his temple. “Yeah.. I guess.”

“Can I still come to you when I get scared about something..? Even if we’re not alone..?” He asked slightly quietly, still keeping his eyes shut. “Because you always make me feel calm.. just.. hearing your voice and being near you...”

“Of course you can Spencer…” You take the opportunity of your hand gently slotted against the side of his face to rub small circles against his temple with your thumb, smiling softly at the way his expression relaxes as he focuses on the feeling. “I’m glad i can be a form of support for you…”

“..You’re more than that….” If you listened hard enough, you could still hear the slight hoarseness in his throat from where he had been crying. “You’re everything.”

Spencer was quiet for a moment as he took a couple of deep breaths, still squeezing your hand tightly. “Please.. i don’t want to lose that.. not again...” He whispered softly, keeping his eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You lean your nose against the top of his head, whispering into his hair and placing a chaste kiss to his crown as you give him another soft squeeze as if to remind him that you were still physically here.

Spencer smiled softly as he felt your lips against his head, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

“I love you..” Spencer whispered softly, his voice even more sleepy this time and his breathing now getting slower and more regular.

Your heartrate picks up a little at Spencer’s drowsy declaration of his love, and your sure he can feel it from where his head lies half against your chest. “We’re going to talk about this in the morning okay? For now, just get some rest Spence…”

Spencer slowly nodded as he started to close his eyes again, his words still a bit hoarse as he spoke in a barely audible whisper. “..okay…”

Spencer held his arms around your torso tightly, and you could feel him start to nod off. “..night.. my shark..”

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡ Not A Want, A Need ♡

Paring: Shane x Afab reader

Summary: Shane walks in on you pleasuring yourself when he comes home early from catching up with friends he hadn't seen in years.

Warning: Smut! 14 heart Shane, Overstimulation, masturbation (f), sweat, mentions of sex toys, Shane is the sweetest man ever, missionary, piv, unprotected sex, mentions of crying, established ( married ) relationship.

♡♡♡

It had only been a few hours since Shane had left. He was having a " boys' night " with a bunch of his friends who he hadn't talked to in literal years. When he started drinking, he cut everyone he knew off because of the shame he felt. But now he was 3 years sober and was your husband, finally starting to open back up to people and reunite with his old friends, and was becoming a much happier person.

And there you were, as happy as you were for him, but feeling guilty and selfish as you dreamed of him in bed with you, pouncing on you like it was the last day of all time while you pleasured yourself. You'd been sobbing for hours because of the shame you felt, but you kept going. You didn't know what time it was, but you knew he wasn't going to be home anytime soon. You were sweaty and shaking profusely, your hair sticking to your face as you cried out and used your vibrator to your own advantage. Your voice was hoarse as you moaned out your husband's name desperately, wishing, yearning, needing him there by your side to give you what you craved.

It was long before Shane had gotten home. He ended up getting home a lot earlier than he told you he would. He hung his keys up and kicked his shoe off by the front door, making his way up the stairs before he stopped at the doorway when he heard your desperate cries. He opened the door slowly, and you seemed to pay no attention to it. The second he saw you, he involuntarily averted his gaze and tried to hold his breath in. He looked back at you, writhing in your shared bed with the black satin sheets disheveled beneath you, your body drenched in sweat and your face tear-stained as you gave yourself the pleasure he couldn't provide at the moment.

Shane's mouth was open in shock without realizing it. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. It was as if he was frozen in time. So he stared. He was beginning to sweat himself, so he took his jacket off and made his presence known by shutting the door.

" I'm here, honey. " Is what he said as he entered the room, crossing over to the bed.

When you heard the door shutting and his soft voice apesking to you, your blood went cold. Panic arose in you, and you immediately scrambled for the sheets to cover you. Your hand snapped out of your thighs, and you turned off the vibrator.

" S-Shane.. i.. "

" No need to get shy now, sugar. I already saw everything. " He spoke smoothly with a smile and a sparkle in his green eyes that gave you comfort. You relaxed your shoulders and sighed as he bent over your disheveled state on the bed and gave you a kiss. You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck to deepen the kiss. The light beads of facial hair on his jaw tickled against your skin, his tongue swiping against your puffy, wet lips as he gave you open-mouthed kisses.

When he pulled away, he noticed the tears running down your face, and he took your pink face in his hands and kissed your forehead.

" Hey, hey, hey. There's no need to cry. I'm here now, baby. " He reassured you, climbing onto the bed and settling above you. He gave you another sloppy kiss and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

" My, my... this is a sight for sore eyes. " He chuckled, looking you up and down. His hands found the black satin sheets that were covering you, and he looked at you, asking you for your permission with his gaze. You nodded, and he grinned, pulling away the barrier between your bodies and exposing your bare body to me.

" Oh, baby. You poor thing. How many did you have? " He asked, taking the vibrator from your hands and setting it down on the nightstand. You sniffled and wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead and heald up 3 fingers for him. His eyes widened.

" Three? Oh geez... you were really going at it, huh? Missed me that much, sugar? " He chuckled darkly, his hands snaking up your bare thighs as he parted your legs slowly. You bit your lip and nodded. He smiled at your truly desperate state, the look of you overstimulated and tired making him hard, but all the while breaking his heart.

" I think it's time for the real thing, hmm? " He questioned in a whisper to your ear, his pads of his fingers hovering over your swollen clit slowly. Your hips jerked at the feeling, and he couldn't help but smile at your reaction.

" P-please. It's all I've been able to think about all night. I need you, Shane. " You sobbed quietly, your legs shaking as they automatically clenched around his waist. He grinned, his hands immediately reaching for his belt and letting his clothes pool to his knees.

" Well, let's solve your issue, hmm? Can't have my sweet girl tormenting herself. Just sit back, sugar. Let me take care of you. " He said in your ear sweetly, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on your hips as he positioned himself at your entrance.

" Ready, baby? " He asked, bracing his arms at the sides of your head as he hovered above you. You nodded, looking up at him with anticipation. He chuckled and entered you slowly, making you gasp out blissfully, and your hips jerk violently in response. You took your finger between your teeth and nibbled on it gently as he bent down and buried his face in the crook of your neck, attacking your skin with kisses.

Shane lets you adjust to him before he finds his rhythm, slow and deep inside you, before he picks up his pace when he sees that you're completely comfortable.

" Shit.. " He moans, his nails digging into the skin of your hips as he slams into you, the headboard of the bed crashing against the wall nosiely as he gave you exactly what you needed. Your eyes rolled back, and broken moans escaped your lips, your core sore and overstimulated from your previous rounds. You arch your back against the bed, your legs wrapping around him and your hands clawing at his back. He winces at the feeling but gradually gets used to it as he puts his focus on pleasuring you.

" Should have.. " He starts, panting as he plants a kiss on your neck. " called me, honey. " he finishes, trying to find the spot deep within you that made you lose control. You whined, your head foggy as all you could think about was the feeling he was giving you.

"D-didn't wanna... b-bug you. " You rasped out between moans and whimpers. He rose to look at you and ran his hands through your hair soothingly, planting a peck on your lips.

" Sweet thing. I get it. Thank you for that. " He spoke, driving harder and deeper into your core, making you gasp and cry out in pleasure. He kissed your jaw and gradually made his way down to your neck, worshipping you with his lips gently.

" Shane--I'm gonna--fuh-fuck. " You moaned helplessly, lips quivering as he increased his pace. He growled in your ear, nibbling at your neck gently.

" This quick? Alright. Come on, honey. Let go for me. " He teased, patting your ass for encouragement. You took it well, and your pussy clenched around him tightly, signaling him you were almost there.

It only took receiving a bit more thrusts from him before you came crashing down on him.

" There you go. That's my girl. " He gasped as he smiled down at the milky ring forming around his cock. He leaned down and kissed you, his hips continuing to nsap against yours, only not as fast as they used to be before he finally shot hot ropes of his spend Into you.

You both panted, staring at each other in bliss for moments on end. He couldn't help but steal your lips yet again.

" You did so well for me, baby. Let's go get you cleaned up. You're a mess after that. "

[ubbesbabymama]

Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

[aayakashii]

Okay I finished the episode and I have um. Thoughts. Warning I am angry and confused. And sad too wtf zzg

First off? Fuck Moby. I hate that guy. Oh my god. He treats the ghouls like they're trash as if he isn't a GOONER that only thinks abt an idol group.

Yes, I'm way more pissed off than I should be. Yes, it's because of the ending that absolutely wrecked me. But he's still behind it all. All for what?? Some tickets to see your idols? Fuck you Moby 🖕 I hope all your idols start dating.

Second. I'm having extremely conflicting thoughts about Ed. I like him as a character. He's unique and funny, but I don't understand him. What the fuck do you want, my guy. What was that whole thing in the balcony? Why do you want to turn mc? Is it for funsies? Are you bored? Do you even LIKE her? Because like. When he came to "protect" her, he said, "Those two would be so sad if you died," so he's not including himself. I'm so confused.

Also?????? Using his mind manipulation was SO out of pocket!! Trying to force her to accept getting turn into a vampire?? WHAT DO YOU GET FROM THAT!!

Then that whole speech while MC is being strangled by the anomaly. My guy I am literally dying here 🧍🏻‍♀️ can we leave the degradation kink for later. Maybe tell the spirit that they're weak AFTER you stopped it from killing me how about that

And I said that to Mel but like if he just fucking ACTED none of that mess would have happened. Lyca wouldn't need to attack and no one would come and see that mess. HE WOULDNT HAVE TO GO THROUGH THAT

SPEAKING OF IT ????????????????? HELLO ZZG? I WILL BREAK YOUR LEGS

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM. THE FIRST HUMAN (BESIDES MC) THAT HE ACTUALLY TRUSTED BETRAYING HIM LIKE THAT WITH THE WEAPON HE GAVE TO HIM?

BRO.

Zzg is sadistic. Like. Hello. No words. Even Rui was traumatized. Can we maybe let Obscuary live a little happier!!! Except Ed because apparently he needs to be put in his place

And him with Towa. It's so funny that we got so much info abt Jabberwock lore in this episode because ❓️ Oh so the fields will die if TOWA isn't there???

Meanwhile Haru is there just to keep some people alive?? Probably inhuman people, btw since he was so shaken when Hyde mentioned mermaids in the 7th episode. Anyway. So he's slaving away everyday, giving his blood sweat and tears, but the core of that place is Towa? Is that it? Idk I'm not good with theories and also idc.

BIG SIGH. Now I get why people were so conflicted by this episode. I finished it heartbroken and with more questions than before. Ed you're on thin ice. But also can you please stop trying so hard to be mysterious and just spill the information for once thank you

[poeticallyspiteful]

the way things change (prologue)

ethan landry x reader

angst-y??

cw: not canon compliant, like at all, torture, stabbing, blood, broken bones, guns, murder, torture, a lot of blood, use of ‘slut’, so much is happening here, possibly really bad writing

summary: your sweet, loving, perfect boyfriend comes from a family of killers—and here’s hoping they don’t kill you.

notes: so lowkey i wanna make a mini series about ethan landry and his girlfriend after the ghost face attacks (wayne and quinn were the only killers and they tried to frame ethan because the plot 🥰) so here’s a lil prologue!!

you were dying. like actually fucking dying.

you really thought you had more time than this; like, at least another fifty or so before you died in a very unspectacular, normal way.

but here you were, dying at 18 years old in one of the most cinematically stunning ways known to man: with a knife in your back, clawing your way through a puddle of your own blood to save your boyfriend’s life.

what a lovely tragedy.

just as your bloodied, shaking fingers nearly reached the gun on the floor, a black boot kicked it out of the way.

“not so fast, bitch.” quinn stomped on your hand and you bit back a sob as you felt more than a few bones crush; ouch. “you’re not getting away alive. you are a lesson for my traitor of a brother.”

quinn picked up the gun and stalked away, over to where ethan sat. oh, poor ethan: tied to a chair, shaking with tears, screaming through a gag.

in true horrifying fashion, quinn had made him watch for hours as she tortured you: cuts, burns, bruises, broken bones—she really gave you the works. ethan’s voice was raw from screaming, begging her to stop, and eventually, she did.

then she stabbed you.

which wasn’t great.

you swallowed, looking at your surroundings, searching for literally anything that you could beat her over the head with. but the longer you kept your head up, the more the room spun and blurred.

you almost gave up—after all, you were so tired, and maybe if you just closed your eyes, you’d pass on relatively peacefully. well, more peaceful than if you let quinn stab you again.

that’s when you came to an unfortunate realization.

“oh fuck me,” you muttered, whining quietly as you forced yourself to reach behind you and wrench the knife out with a suppressed gasp.

sweet lord almighty, it almost felt worse coming out than going in.

your eyes shot over to quinn, who was too busy with her villain monologue to hear your whimpers, or the sound of your nails scrapping on the wall as you struggled for leverage. you held the knife with your least injured hand, pulled yourself to your feet and carefully, quietly, limped up behind her.

“and now your precious little slut is dead too,” quinn spat, wiping a drop of blood off of her cheek as if it was a bead of sweat.

you wondered if that was your blood.

or tara’s.

or sam’s.

or chad’s—

without a moments hesitation, you raised the knife in fury, driving it into her back with as much force as you could. as she choked gasping for air, you yanked it out and watched her fall to the floor.

“surprise.”

[yanaleese]

◈ Love Me, Kidnap Me, and Love Me More ◈

Yandere! OC Karma x Calculative! Gender Neutral! MC

VER EN ESPAÑOL. MUY PRONTO

Synopsis: You put blood, sweat, and tears into your work. Little did you know, your secret admirer, Marka does it too.

Content warning: Yandere and literally anything that goes with it, violence, hypnosis (not on reader), drugs (implication), and yes there will be a Part 2

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Scores, talents, personas.

THESE are the factors that classify the education system. Although not immaculate, it serves its purpose - to send vulnerable people into the workforce, and devour them whole. Their livelihoods, their time, and the minuscule bits of energy left inside of them.

But there are some who are born with advantages, and some who have to work their ass off for it.

I, unfortunately, have the latter. Things don’t come easy, instant, or perfect. I am actually quite idle, I enjoy the freedom of gaining knowledge and insight. Uniquely, tried and tested knowledge that is critical for survival.

And that, is how I manage my late nights. By listening to “Advice to Survive” with its host, McGregory Callahan.

Back in the 60s, he was a CWO-4 Navy Seal officer, a rank given to an exclusive few. And now that he’s retired, he humbly shares his advice to the community, and showcases guests every now and then to keep the show alive. But majority prefers to listen to his voice, which I strongly agree with.

“And so, ladies and gents…” His voice was smooth and husky. “It’s time to sign off, folks. Stay safe, and always remember…” I chuckled, saying his closing lines with him.

“Live, not die, and try to survive. Thanks everyone.”

As the radio chipped off, the sun poured its rays into my window, as if the heat wasn’t enough. I groaned, my eyes leading me to my collection of “wake-up” capsules. Tempted, and deceived, I slithered my way over to it, dropping another 2 or 3 in my mouth.

I grumbled. Regret seeped into my veins, my body woozy and tense. Once again, I stayed up.

And of course, it happened to be a Monday morning; where I had a morning class. “Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw.” I began stuffing my bag with my utensils, paperwork, snacks. I could never get used to this shit. “I hope nobody pisses me off for the rest of the day.”

◈

“The bell. Ugh, the damn bell. Never have I wanted to smash that thing into pieces.” You could barely make out the crowd, more or less. Not even your best friend’s face.

“Wait. You had a rough night…again?” Heidi glared, her eyes were practically glowing with concern.

“Maaaaaaybe.” You slurred, taking baby steps to your seat. “Good thing my seat mate is a quiet kid.”

Speak of the devil, Marka entered the room, his footfalls silent as he strolled to your direction. His timing was impeccable.

“Good morning, Marka.” You mumbled, your eyes not meeting his. Besides, there were no eyes thanks to his bangs.

“Heh…” In response, Marka gave an exciting grin, happily waving a good morning back to you. How he could be energized on a Monday morning, was a complete mystery to you.

Actually, a lot of him is shrouded in mystery. Or rather, in suspicion.

Other than the weird name, Marka was supposedly from the countryside of Honduras, Tegucigalpa. His parents were also from Honduras, and he worked as a pizza delivery driver, and stayed at a friend’s apartment for shelter, with the purpose of redoing college thrice to get a degree. While some of this is true, some of it didn’t add up.

For example, his idioms. Sometimes he would say “Puchica” , “Chero”, “Chivo” - and when I looked them all up, the common denominator was El Salvador. He said his parents came from Honduras, so how can this be true?

“[Y/N].”

Then him, being the pizza delivery driver. You don’t often order pizza, but you’ve never thought that pizza could smell so shitty. You could remember him rushing to one of your afternoon classes, and instead of smelling like oil and grease, he smelt like weed. What the fuck???

“Hello? [Y/N]?”

Plus, the fact that he is redoing the course a third time. And yet, every single exam he is perfectly scoring an average mark. He also ends before everyone else, as if he has all the time in the world.

That’s not normal.

Though you’ve never confronted Marka about this, you preferred to remain silent. Times are harsh, and you weren’t willing to stretch out a hand when you could barely help yourself.

But there is NO way that you’re befriending someone as suspicious as him.

“[Y/N]!!!” Heidi whisper-shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“[Y/N], please answer-“ Mr. Dimmy paused, clearing his throat. “Actually. On second thought, please see me after class. Thank you.”

You bit my lip, letting it bleed. Fuck. You spaced out again.

“Sir I-“

“No buts, no coconuts.”

While cursing yourself internally, you decided to take out your vent book out of your bag, only to be stopped by Mr. Dimmy once more.

“[Y/N]. Can you please answer the question on the board for me, please?”

Shit, you just opened your bag.

“Give me a moment-“

“[Y/N].”

Clenching your fists, you gave a plastic smile. It was understandable where he was coming from, since he didn’t want his star pupil to daydream for the second time.

“My bad, Sir. Hopefully I’ll get this right.”

As you were busy solving the equation, Marka decided to do you a favor and close up your bag. So by the time you came back, Marka grinned, hoping for a thanks to come out of it. But you decided to ignore the kind gesture, continuing to pay attention to the board. You had enough attention for one day.

◈

If there was one thing you loved, it was clocks. It was nice to know how the time passed, whether it was rapid or abnormally slow. And of course, it was slow.

“[Y/N], this has happened on multiple occasions.” Mr. Dimmy rubbed his temples, exhausted from having the same conversation with you. “We, as staff, made it clear that you can take days off.”

“I’m very sorry Sir, but I can’t do that-“

“[Y/N], enough with the excuses. You are not enough getting enough sleep, and it’s affecting your concentration.”

Scores, talents, personas: nothing on this conversation applied to that. Kindness was a pain in the ass.

“And so, I’m going to ask the dean to personally give you a suspension. A whole week suspension.”

You had to hold your tongue. Why do you have to do triple the work???

“Sir. I’m behind on what I need to cover. I’m begging you, please just let it slide.”

“But [Y/N], you are three weeks ahead. Taking a week off is enough right now. Trust me.”

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:47, the minute hand approximately reaching the next minute.

“If I see you Tuesday afternoon, I will personally escort you outside. That is all.”

Rubbing your eyes, you ran to the top of the stairs, before making yourself out. You couldn’t believe what just happened.

“[Y]-[Y/N]…” It was Heidi.

“Heidi. I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Text me later if you’re curious.” Your demands were quick and stern.

Poor Heidi snuggled her books, her expression shaping into pity and guilt. If only you could just take a break.

◈

“Giggles, after giggles. These fucking cuches don’t know when to quit it, don’t they?”

“Markaaaa…” She snorted, sounding exactly just like he called her: a pig. “Teach me a little Spanish, no?~ ❤️”

Marka shook his head, his face clearly showing discomfort.

“Come on, we wanna hear it! Maybe we can fuck it up, you know?”

Damn that Rico bastard. He never knew how to read a room.

“I said no.” Marka ran his fingers through his bangs, revealing the swirling darkness within his eyes. “Now learn to be good little shits, I’m in a bad mood.”

Immediately, the entire group stood completely still. Before seconds later, horrifying shrieks escaped people’s lips. Some froze in horror, sweating profusely. Others just ran away from Marka, while some fought with him. Luckily, thanks to his physique he could handle his attackers pretty clearly.

“Ha…shame…” He continued to hit Rico with every punch, starting to see blood oozing out of him. Marka couldn’t help but grin in sadistic glee. “This hypnosis is always pure luck for me.”

Grabbing the leg of one of his classmates. Marka twisted, fractured, and even jumped on her leg, which was perfectly in sync with his words.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Marka cursed out loud, growling in frustration. Every time he thought about you, the feeling wouldn’t go away. “I just wanted to do a good deed. Why. Won’t. They. Love. Me.”

Hearing the classmate’s sharp cry, Marka kicked the person away from him, heading to your locker. It was encased in a shitload of locks, all of them personally made by yourself. You knew how to be efficient and useful.

Too bad Marka knew lockpicking a bit too well. “It’s been a while since my last rejection…so let’s see what’s here now-“

With a clink, he guided his fingers to first few letters he made….only to find them….

Crushed.

“….”

He should’ve been used to this by now. The dust, the grime, the dead spiders. After finally getting a fresh new locker, it was understandable that you cleaned up the space.

But you didn’t. You decided to make your old locker your new dumpster bag instead - including his love letters.'

His scarred thumb clutched the pink envelope, or the crushed up ball that it was. He could remember the time he had to go off on business, missing college for an entire week. He had to stay low due to a shot out, which resulted him gaining a major injury in the shoulder and his left hand. He didn’t mind the injuries due to past experiences, but he was…depressed. Marka couldn’t see anyone, neither be online lest he got found out. It was a decision that both he and José made for his safety.

And so, to satiate his loneliness, he wrote to you. Even though his left hand was twitching in pain, he wrote. Even though his brain was telling him to stop because of the pain; he wrote. He wrote because he knew that you gave him the happiness, the hope that he needed for this world. Yes, you were flawed…but with each other, the two of you could heal one another’s scars. Right?

“….Ha….”

His hands shook in silent rage as dark droplets dropped on to the paper. I’m sure you didn’t know any better, it was simply a misunderstanding. Yes, yes - it was miscommunication.

It was understandable, since he didn’t make it clear. He didn’t flirt with you since it wasn’t your thing. I guess the letters weren’t either.

Maybe he’d have to try something…a bit more drastic.

“I need to know…do they love me…? Do they not? Maybe….”

Clutching the paper in his chest, he started chuckling to himself. No, grinning madly as he stared at the locker in front of him, his face contorted into something twisted and grotesque.

“Maybe it’s time I should pay your house a visit, hmm? ❤️~.”

NOTES:

Cuche = Means pig in Salvadorian slang. ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ, ᴊᴏsᴇ́ ᴏʀ ʜᴇɪᴅɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ɪɴʙᴏx.

[maculategiraffe]

the funny thing about adderall is that I can't FEEL it. like there's no difference I can tell in my consciousness when it kicks in. there's no surge of strength or energy that goes through me and I think "now I can do things I couldn't do before!" the difference is literally just that when I think to do something and I've taken my adderall I then just simply do it. like if someone gave you super strength and you were like "are you sure you gave me super strength. I don't feel any different" and then you went to carry your groceries home and just did it and didn't think until afterwards "oh that bag was packed full of canned goods and bottled water, it was really heavy. normally I would have struggled and sweated and maybe not have been able to lift it at all" like it just feels normal. not to have to struggle and sweat tears of blood to listen to a voicemail. but it's not normal for me. it's the medication

[zerokurokawa]

Hiii can u write literally annnyyything that is fluff with bonten!ran??!!??!!!! Tytyyyyy

Sweet Moments In Time | Bonten!Ran x Reader <3

It was a rainy Tuesday and you woke up unexpectedly to your boyfriend laying next to you. You didn't know why he was still in bed considering he was supposed to attend some meetings today with Mikey and the others, but yet, here he was - with you. You slowly sat up, thinking that maybe his alarm didn't go off and that he was just sleeping in by accident. 

"Ran, honey," You slowly shook him awake, "You overslept, you're going to miss the meeting with Mikey and the others!" You tried to keep your voice quiet, but you were worried about his repercussions of missing that meeting. He slowly rolled over, shirtless, exposing his large tattoo. Lilac eyes laid upon yours as he slowly, but sleepily, caressed your face. His husky morning voice rang through your ears as you were still trying to pull him out of bed. 

"Good morning, sweetheart. I stayed in with you today, not going to the meeting." He gave you a warm smile before laying you back down so that he could place his head on your chest. 

"I thought today was very important, why did you stay out?" You asked, concerned about his well being and worried that he was sick or something. 

"I just wanted to spend the day with you. It's raining and I thought maybe we could binge watch a show or order in some food." He smiled, looking up at you while nuzzling into your neck. 

You smiled back at him, thinking about how well he has been attending to your needs here lately. He's been working a lot of late nights, coming home drenched in sweat and blood splatters from "jobs" that Mikey had ordered him to do. He deserved a day off, and sure enough, Mikey granted it to him. 

He go up from the warm bed and walked over to the desk in the corner to pull out a take-out menu that you both had kept from your favorite restaurant. He dialed the number on the menu and sure enough, ordered your favorite food. Once you had gotten out of bed, you went up to him and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him from behind. 

"I'm so glad you stayed home today, I've missed you so much." You smiled into his back muscles, making him tense up at the sudden sensation of your touch. 

"I wanted to treat my lady today, so I am." He turned around to return your hug, propping his chin on the top of your head. 

"You're so sweet." Was all you were able to muster out before you heard a knock on the door. You walked away to grab your robe while Ran went to answer the door. Once you had returned, robe on and comfortable as ever, you saw him holding a bouquet of flowers. 

"I had ordered these for you yesterday, but they were backed up. I was trying to think ahead in case Mikey didn't let me have the day off." He smiled, handing you the giant vase filled with your favorite flowers. 

You nearly teared up at his sweetness, wanting to repay him somehow. Silence filled the air after you thanked him. Both of you were staring out of the window to the city's skyline as fog and rain covered everything. It was peaceful, something that Ran wasn't used to. 

Soon enough, the food that he had ordered had arrived and you two sat down on the sofa in the living room, deciding to watch a romantic comedy. You snuggled into him while he held you close. Soon enough, with a full belly, you were falling back to sleep. Ran just held you as you had looked so peaceful and comfortable. He couldn't help but to think to himself how lucky he was to have such an amazing woman by his side, especially in his line of work. 

He found himself, staring out the window, once again thinking about peace. His eyes began to feel heavy as he slowly started to drift off to sleep again with you on his mind. 

[factsilike]

So, the ending where the company, and especially Kim Dokja, finds out that the reason for all of the suffering and pain and trials that they gave their blood, sweat and tears to endure for so long, was actually just a little child simply trying to survive a cruel reality through daydreams, was genuinely the most heartbreaking thing I've ever read.

My god, literally everything about that scene had my vision getting so blurry I couldn't continue.

[bl00mingday]

dance the night away, ch.1

summary: you just graduated from the top ranked dancing university in the world, ready to take on whatever came your way. but before immediately getting involved with professional stuff, you wanted to cut yourself some slack. so when you and your group of friends went to South Korea for a trip you definitely weren’t expecting to get recruited while dancing to some random ass kpop dancing challenge. you were baffled when the recruiter uttered the word “EXO” to you, the group that got you into dancing in the first place. so when you accepted the offer you couldn’t help but think “what the hell am i gonna do?”

word count: 2.796

content: age gap (10 years), idol!baekhyun x dancer!reader, swearing, jealousy, will include fluff, angst and smut in the upcoming chapters.

author’s note: hiii!! my first ever post, and i’m happy to say that i feel confident about it. i’m thinking about making it 5 chapters at least. i’ll try to update without long pauses, hope you enjoy ❤️

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

3..

2….

1!!!!

THROW !!!!

everyone threw their caps in the air, a symphony of happy screams, “woo!!!”s and “congratulations!!” reached my ears as i was scrambling to find my cap on the ground. ughhh why did i even throw it in the first place? i spent 5 days working on the top of the cap for it to have a pretty design just to lose it in 5 SECONDS? nuh-uh. i was cursing at myself when i heard my best friend Karina’s voice.

“hey girlll, you lookin’ for this?”

my cap!!! there it was in all it’s glory.

“OH MY GOD YES! thank you so much ‘rina, i was getting worried that someone stepped on it and turned it into dogshit.”

she laughed and added,

“well thank god that you managed to throw it directly on top of my head, how did you even do that? i was 3 rows behind you.”

she tossed me my hard-earned and hard-worked on cap. i laughed, shrugging my shoulders in an “idk man” way. just then i saw natty and chaewon walking towards us. seeing them in their graduation caps and robes was awfully nostalgic and emotional. my mind drifted to when we first met, as a group.

karina was my roommate. the first time i saw her my mind just went “wow.”, she was (and still is) awfully gorgeous. her long wavy dark indigo hair was the first thing that caught my eye. we bonded instantly thanks to her outgoing nature. and then came chaewon. I was playing Just Dance with karina and we needed a 3rd player. chaewon happened to pass by so i went up to her asking her to join us. she was a bit hesitant at first but agreed nevertheless. last but not least, natty. we were at some frat party when we saw natty twerking to water by tyla with a beer bottle in her right hand. i knew i found my lifelong friend group right then and there. 4 years later, here we are. discussing job opportunities like we weren’t complaining about attending classes just a month ago.

“i heard doja cat’s team is hiring backup dancers for Coachella.” said natty. “oh girl, there isn’t anyone better than you for the job with an ass that’s able to twerk like yours!” karina chimed in, landing a light slap on natty’s upper thigh.

“ughhh you guys are already talking about jobs? why not relax a bit?” whined chaewon, lightly jumping up and down.

“girl. this is doja cat we’re talking about.”

“you can shake ass with her after slacking off a bit, nattyyy~~”

i agreed with chaewon. we all worked super hard throughout these 4 years. we gave our blood, sweat and tears- literally. it was our right to finally breathe a bit. i actually did have an idea. how about…

“..how about south korea?” i said, haven’t been listening to what they were laughing about. they looked at me puzzled. i explained my idea of traveling there for like a week or two. we decided to talk about it later with more details and focused on taking photos for the rest of the day.

“so, why south korea?” asked natty while happily eating her lobster tail pasta.

“i mean, it’s a place i never got to go in my 22 years of life. plus we all know that seoul is an incredible city with lots of history and-“

“-and! with an amazing night life!” noted karina, earning nods and hums of agreement from the girls. after a bit of a pause chaewon broke the silence and proposed her own idea,

“let’s stay there for a whole month! we’ve graduated, hello? and i don’t wanna go to somewhere new and exciting just to return to this same old town in three days again like how we always did.”

she was right. even though we did travel during our university years we didn’t exactly explore the whole city or country that we went to. some tourist attractions and night clubs were enough for us. but this time, we were determined to make a change about that.

“okay, a month is fine by me but what about the plane tickets? the hotel? or are we gonna book an airbnb? let’s not get all giddy before planning. because 30 days?? that is a duration we never experienced before.” natty added before wiping her mouth with a napkin and taking a sip out of her wine.

“true that,” i sighed and continued “a month is great and all but it’s also gonna cost us a lot of money. we need to make sure that we won’t go broke after all those activities that i know you girls are planning to do.” i smirked while karina and natty looked at each other and giggled. we continued to talk about how this whole thing was going to unfold while chaewon asked for the check.

after bidding goodbye to the girls, karina and i went to our apartment that we had rented a month before graduation. “hey, i’m gonna shower. and it’s gonna be an everything shower.” she emphasized the word ‘everything’ with her hands, making an imaginary circle in the air. i let her know that it was fine and i didn’t have anything urgent. just as i heard the water running i plopped onto my bed, laying down like a starfish.

“korea, huh?” i mumbled to myself. of course, the first thing on my mind was exo. i was 13 when i first saw them, in their call me baby era. the way they danced was just so captivating. i immediately fell in love with their music style. the fact that it had almost been 10 years, a decade, since i became a fan of them was making me realize just how fast time flew by. and since i was still a kid when i was 13-14, i didn’t really consider how one of the members might’ve had an impact on me. i only came to realize it during their obsession era.

byun baekhyun.

the sexy yet cute, childish but mature, honey voiced main vocalist of the group. god, he was so.. unreal. the way his white hair bounced on his forehead while he was dancing away, the way he looked in the camera with that goddamn face chain felt like he was staring directly into my soul. oh god- and his hands? his infamous hands? don’t get me started on those hands of his.

i felt a slight blush creeping up on my cheeks. i sighed heavily, knowing that my celebrity crush was.. nothing more than a celebrity crush really. he didn’t know i existed, had millions of fans waiting to throw themselves at him and plus i’m sure he has many beautiful women around him that are just as talented as him. hell, he might even have a girlfriend. i sighed one more time, aware of the fact that i was just a mere fan in the huge ocean of exo-ls. i decided to sulk about it later and opened my laptop to search for an affordable airbnb.

after what felt like an eternity, we got everything done. the airbnb, the plane tickets, the financial aspect… we managed to handle them all. and the day finally came. we met up at the airport and as much as we were excited, we were also anxious.

“you checked everything right? our passports? we have them right?” karina nagged me 7 times in the span of 45 minutes. this was her 8th.

“ughhhh yes, rinaaaa. i did.”

“did you che-“

“yes, i QUADRUPLE checked before leaving the house.”

karina nodded with a slight look of worry on her face. she always got super nervous before passport control. chaewon was looking around to find the airport’s duty-free. natty was chatting with a guy that seemed to be a little too into her, but she knew how to handle attention so i let her be.

after 30 minutes i called them over to check-in. and then passport control and lastly -finally- we managed to board the plane. the seat arrangement of the plane was different than the other ones that we flew with. 2 seats on the right and the left, with 4 seat in the middle. we were happy that we got to sit together. since it was a 15 hour flight, i decided to look through my notes of the places that we were going to visit to kill some time.

“so which night clubs we gon’ go to?” said a very sleepy natty, “i know club double 8 is pretty popular.”

“just go to sleep nat, you’ll think about partying tomorrow.” giggled chaewon.

. . .

holy shit.

fuck.

what? how was baekhyun standing in front of me???

what was happening?

his dark brown eyes never leaving mine. he gestured me to come over.

i obliged, who was i to turn THE BYUN BAEKHYUN down?

he sat down on some type of stool, pushed his hips slightly upwards and just like that, he was manspreading. baekhyun motioned for me to sit on his lap, lightly patting his left upper thigh. i’m SURE that my mouth was hanging open the whole time but who cares? I’M SITTING ON BAEKHYUN’S LAP!! baekhyun caressed my cheeks with his hands, his right thumb brushing my lips. i licked my lips, admiring his handsome face. his left hand found its way to my waist, then to my ass. i could feel myself throb at his lustful action. baekhyun licked his lips ever so slowly, leaned into my left ear and asked after slightly pausing,

“beef or chicken?”

…what.

“ma’am, beef or chicken?” my eyes flung open and i think i gasped, because the flight attendant looked taken aback.

“uh- um- beef, please.” i smiled at her sheepishly, taking the beef that was supposed to be my dinner out of her hands. she smiled and went on with her duty. karina snickered, “dude, what was that about? were you having a wet dream?” SHIT. HOW DID SHE KNOW? she laughed quietly, imitating my puzzled face.

“girl, you were saying “mmh” and “mhm” all the damn time. how could i NOT notice?” i felt myself burning up. it’s like she read my mind. damn you byun baekhyun. i looked over to my left to find natty and chaewon quietly eating their meals, seems like they were too busy to even notice my embarrassing actions while sleeping.

finally, we landed after almost 16 hours, the flight took a bit longer than expected but it was fine. we quickly found an uber to take us to our airbnb, meeting the owners when we arrived. they were a lovely couple leaving for their honeymoon. we wished them a happy honeymoon and settled in. of course, natty immediately wanted to go out and explore the lively city of seoul.

“come on girls, we’re finally here! what are y’all waiting for?!”

chaewon looked unamused, “have you ever heard of ‘jetlag’? let us rest a bit, damn.”

“yeah, natty. maybe we should get used to the time difference here, what do you say?” karina asked, clearly very tired from all the running around at the airport. contrary to karina and chaewon, i wasn’t tired. i felt pumped actually. maybe it was the excitement of being in a new place or maybe it was the adrenaline from my dream with baekhyun. eh, it didn’t matter.

“i’ll come natty!” i said eagerly. she smiled widely, “finally! someone that’s not 80 years old apparently!” we both giggled while karina and chaewon was barely registering what we said.

“okie, well, we’ll be back in an hour or so! bye girlies!” exclaimed natty and pulled me by my wrist.

“Y/N?? WHERE ARE- Y/N!!” i heard natty shouting from a distance. i may have gotten lost when i didn’t wait for her to get tteokbeokki skewers. long story short, i wandered off without her AND MY PHONE, which i forgot was in her bag. the stars somehow ended up aligning for me because i found myself walking towards a random kpop dance challenge in public. with crowds of people watching, filming and waiting for a song that they know to come on. i spent a good 10 minutes watching them and cheering people on. just then growl by exo came on. of course, i rushed with the other people to dance and somehow ended up in front row, putting a show for cheerful strangers singing the fan-chant. then i spotted a very mad looking natty watching me. as soon as the song switched to another one, i smiled from ear to ear to my fellow dancers and immediately rushed over to her.

“where the hell have you been?! i got scared to death! don’t you know how many creeps could be lurking out there?!” i was breathing very heavily but i managed to get out an apology. natty hugged me tightly, giving me my phone back while stating that she would never carry it again. before i could whine about it, i felt a tap on my shoulder,

“excuse me, ma’am.”

we turned around to see a petite figure of a young woman wearing a black cap and a black mask looking up expectantly to me as she was… short. very short.

“yes?”

“hello. my name is song jiwoo. i work as a talent recruiter in INB100. and i wanted to ask if you would want to become a backup dancer for EXO, as they have a big 13th anniversary concert planned. here’s my card. please confirm wether you would want to come to the interview or not in 24 hours.”

INB100.. exo… 13th anniversary concert… dance… me…

i was trying to process what she had just proposed to me. then i realized she was still looking up at me, patiently waiting for an answer.

“uh- uhm, yes!!” i shouted a little, making natty snort. clearing my throat i continued,

“yes, thank you for the opportunity. i will let you know in no time.” i smiled as i shook her hand. she bowed lightly and turned around, disappearing into the crowd.

natty shook me, squeeling happily, “GIRL OH MY FUCKING GODDDD!!??? LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED??? YOU WILL TAKE IT RIGHT?? RIGHT?!!” i was still examining the card that jiwoo handed me.

after a looooong story time about what happened, karina and chaewon looked at us, their expressions filled with surprise. the room fell silent. clearly, they were waiting for me to say something.

“you will accept it, right? we all know how big of a fan you are of them.” said karina softly, squeezing my right hand reassuringly.

“i know,” i huff “but it just feels hypocritical you know… telling you guys to relax and not take on jobs… while if i accept this, i’m gonna be doing the opposite of what we intended to do with this trip.” i groaned, taking my face into my own hands.

“girl, you’re fucking crazy. none of us will judge you whatsoever for taking a great- an INCREDIBLE job opportunity! this might change your life. and who knows, maybe you’ll get laid by an exo member~” said natty suggestively while making kissing noises. we laughed. after a long pause, i finally spoke up.

“i will take it.”

karina and natty immediately hugged me, showering me with encouraging words. chaewon patted my back, i sensed something with her acting like this but i decided to ignore it. she was really tired from the moment we landed after all.

after researching if song jiwoo was a real recruiter of INB100, i dialed her number.

…ring…

…ring…

..ri- “hello. this is song jiwoo.”

i looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 03.47 am. i sighed- it was more of a huff really.

after years of looking up to them, i was going to be beside them.

training with them.

dancing with them.

…

what the hell am i gonna do?

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