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fuddaroundandgetbueckets · 3 days ago

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Warnings: Mild Swearing, incoming combined mommy/daddy issues

WC: ~5K

A/N: Story will be told in the past and present :) This is gonna be fun guys!

A Thin Line Part One

Now

The sound of seagulls woke Azzi up.

Peering an eye open, the other half of her face pressed into her pillow, she faintly registered that her window had been left open from the night before. Early dawn sunlight drifted across her room, creating a distorted pattern as it reflected from an array of glass trophies that littered the walls.

She breathed in. She smelled the sea.

Blindly reaching across the nightstand to her side, she clicked open her phone to check the time. 6:37 AM.

She rolled her eyes, groaning further into her pillow as she tugged the comforter across her shoulder tighter against her body. Of course, she had naturally woken up at this time on her off day.

Pressing her nose into her pillow until it was flat and she was teetering the line of asphyxiation; she counted to five as she listened to the nearby low tide rock against the shore.

One.

I will have a good day.

Two.

I am strong.

Three.

I am smart.

Four.

I am beautiful.

Five.

I am the best basketball player I know.

She fisted her sheets at that, forcing herself to get up through what felt like cosmic-level strength. She twisted, sitting up straight on the edge of the king-sized bed that took up the center of her room. Lolling her head side to side, her eyes caught glimpses of Santa Monica pier through the windowsill across from her. It made a small smile play on her lips.

Heaving herself up, she hummed softly as she padded out of her bedroom and to her apartment kitchen. The skylight from above was catching the morning sun perfectly, cascading across her kitchen island like a garnish. She glided across the room, turning on her speaker, and pressing play on some Al Green.

“I’m, I’m so in love with you.”

On off days, she opted against coffee and decided on a cup of tea instead, humming along with the song that filtered through her kitchen.

“Whatever you want to do, is alright with me.”

As her tea brewed, she sat at her kitchen island and absently scrolled her phone. Her call log seemed abnormally large with thirty missed calls.

From her dad?

“’Cause you make me feel so brand new, and I want to spend my life with you.”

Her fingers gripped her phone a little tighter, feeling a looming sense of doom at her father’s name across her phone. They hadn’t spoken in a few months, which was entirely by Azzi’s design.

Was Easter the last time?

“Let me say that since, baby, since we’ve been together, loving you forever is what I need.”

Azzi decided she would get back to him later on, maybe even in a few days. The mental load of a conversation with him seemed too much to unpack at six in the morning. She continued her scrolling to see her tags on twitter had blown up, with so many notifications she couldn’t keep straight what people were alluding to. Her eyes bounced across her screen as she read words like “Such a lousy move by the Sparks…” and “Who do they have running this organization?”

And then, her phone started buzzing. Repeatedly.

“Let me be the one you come running to, I’ll never be untrue.”

Azzi looked down at her phone in confusion at the incessant buzzing, especially at this hour.

Incoming call from Raegan Pebley (GM).

“Ooh baby, let’s stay together.”

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Paige had been up for hours before she heard the news.

It was March in Minnesota, meaning there were more rainy days than anything else. Paige loved the smell of the incoming wet foliage, it reminding her of her younger years running through patchy grass in the springtime. On this particular day, the sun was out with no clouds accompanying it, so Paige took full advantage of her day off.

Before nine in the morning, she had walked three miles with a podcast thrown in her earbuds, had tended to the herbs she was growing on her apartment balcony, and even begun meal prepping for the week per her dietician’s orders.

Around ten in the morning, the notifications started.

At first it was slow, and Paige was used to ignoring the faint buzzing of her phone as she lazed on her sectional watching the news like a true woman in her twenties that had a day off work.

Then, the buzzing grew louder, needier. Her phone was begging for attention. She peered at her call log, noticing its usual one or two missed calls had multiplied to twenty.

All from Tim Fudd, her head coach on the Minnesota Lynx.

It wasn’t odd for him to call; however, the volume was cause for concern. She tried calling back, going straight to voicemail.

So many notifications began rolling in that they became a blur on her phone, causing her to sit up and rub her jaw in confusion. One text came through against the rest from her teammate, Phee.

Her text was a link to an online article, with the title having Paige’s stomach lurching.

Traded: This Spark has fizzled – Azzi Fudd to the Minnesota Lynx.

Then

Paige was fourteen when she met Azzi Fudd.

It was a Saturday in June; the temperament Minnesota heat was at its peak. Tall, standing fans were placed sporadically across the two-bedroom apartment Paige shared with her dad as they fought the heat, since their A/C unit had decided to die on them the month before. The whirring noise of the fans buzzed in Paige’s ears like flies, and the air was humid enough for the hairs on the back of her neck be slick with sweat.

Paige sat at her dining table with her dad, cautiously pushing a crisp piece of paper toward his plated turkey sandwich.

Mid-bite, he raised a brow and eyed the paper suspiciously. “What’s this, bud?”

Paige placed her forearms on the table and clasped her hands together, the skin already sticking to the faux wood in a way she too aware of. She cleared her throat, “It’s a Work Permit – so I can get a job.”

Her father stared at her for a moment, chewing slowly, before placing an elbow on the table and letting his chin rest on his fist. “You’re too young for that, Paige.”

“The guidance counselor at school told me it’s legal, I just need your signature,” she said quickly, trying to pause his thought process before he flat-out told her no.

He sighed, sounding tired, and it caused Paige to sink in her chair. She knew that sigh, she knew what would follow. The weathered skin of his face looked on at her endearingly, albeit with a hint of sadness.

“It’s going to be a no, Paige,” he said, softly but with no room to argue. “You’ve got other things to focus on: school, God, and basketball. Why do you want a job anyway?”

Paige’s eyes flittered across the room to her basketball shoes that lay by the front door. For a lack of better words, they were…falling apart. The space connecting the toe and sole were coming undone, the once white fabric was a dusty brown, and most importantly – they simply didn’t fit her anymore.

She had grown four inches this summer already, and to wear a size nine shoe when she was arguably a size ten or eleven now felt egregiously uncomfortable.

Her father’s eyes tracked where she guarded her shoes, and he nodded slowly in understanding. “I’ll get you new shoes, bud. You’re getting tall, huh?”

Paige grimaced at his words, “They’re a lot of money, dad –”

“Hey,” he stopped her softly, lightly gripping her shoulder. “Nothing’s too much for my girl. We’ll go shopping tomorrow, alright?”

Paige twisted her fingers in her clasped hands for a moment before nodding, unable to stop the smile that bloomed on her face. “Thanks, dad.”

Her father waved off her gratitude with a nonchalant hand as he stood to put his plate in the sink and began washing dishes. “None of that,” he said over the noise of the faucet, letting out a whistle. “You finish your chores?”

Paige nodded, though he couldn’t see with his backed turned. Knowing that she had in the way parents do without looking, he continued, “Good. Try to get outside before the rain hits, yeah? Kids shouldn’t spend the summer indoors.”

Paige shot up at that, needing no further que to throw on her beat-up shoes and give her father a dramatically rough pat on the back. “Be back by dinner!” she called, already halfway out the door with a basketball under her arm.

Stepping out onto the overgrown lawn of the front of her apartment building, the stifling heat of the thick air and high sun hit Paige all at once. She raised a hand over her forehead, trying to search where she locked her bike as she gave polite smiles to the two elderly women in lawn chairs across from her. Ms. Smith and Ms. Carter shared a unit under the one Paige lived in with her dad, being anywhere from their late sixties to seventies – Paige thought it would be rude to ask. The pair would often come over for a game of cards while her dad cooked them dinner and ran Jeopardy for them. Seemingly unrelated, Ms. Smith had a flurry of white hair and pale skin, while Ms. Carter wore a blonde wig that complimented her ebony undertones. They had lived together as long as Paige had known them.

“Hi Ms. Smith, Ms. Carter,” she waved as she walked over to her bike, “Y’all need water?”

The women shared a smile, waving her off, with Ms. Carter responding, “No, honey, we’re just fine. Why don’t you find a lake to jump into? It’s hotter than Hades.”

Paige laughed, beginning to mount her bike, “I’ll try.”

As she rode away, she faintly heard the women discuss, “The sweetest girl. Always got a ball in her hand, though.”

Paige rode her bike all the way to the next town over. By the time she found a suitable court to practice on, she nearly threw her bike on the patchy grass and laid there for a moment, panting. Her back was slick with sweat, the wisps of her hairline sticking to her forehead. Propping herself on her elbows, she eyed the crisp rims and clear backboards of the empty court.

Now she remembered why she crossed town to shoot around. For this – an unadulterated and pristine basketball court.

Standing up with a new zest of energy, she twirled the ball on her pointer fingers before heading into a dribbling drill, eyeing the houses that surrounded the court several feet away. She was in an upper-class neighborhood, closer to Minneapolis then where her and her father lived. High, steel fences lined their yards, each with their own sprinkler system misting so much it travelled all the way over to Paige through the light wind. It felt so good, Paige smiled to herself before quickly stopping, feeling like a lunatic dribbling a basketball in a neighborhood she didn’t live in, surrounded by grass that was greener than a highlighter.

She dribbled up and down the court like she had something to prove – which she did, to herself. The one thing in her life that was for certain, was that she loved basketball and she was good. Paige considered herself a humble person, but it was simply facts that she could shoot from anywhere on the court with major accuracy, and strategically enough to cross anyone up. A few months prior, during her middle school basketball season, the high school coach had seen her play and called her up to practice with the team. Not only that, but varsity. Her dad had been so proud, he nearly cried.

(He did cry. Paige pretended not to notice, for his sake).

The high school coach had looked her in the eyes and said, “You’ve got it, kid.” It made something course through her veins, and she realized she’d never wanted anything more; she wanted to be the best women’s basketball player to ever play the game. With their spotty and unreliable cable, Paige hogged the TV every night a WNBA game aired, transfixed by the likes of Diana Taurasi and Sue Bird. She studied the game, with a mock playbook resting under her bed at home. She lived it, breathed it.

If she put in the work, she could get scouted by a college coach, maybe even go to college for free, declare for the WNBA draft and –

“Yo.”

Paige paused from her position to shoot a free throw, looking over her shoulder to see a tall light-skinned boy walking across the court. He had a ball loosely being held under his arm, his clothes and shoes looking brand new.

Paige broke her stance, turning fully to acknowledge him. “Hey.”

“I’m Thomas,” he walked up to her until they were only a few feet apart. “I saw you shooting from my window over there,” he pointed to a large white house at the top of the hill at the end of the street. “Never seen a girl shoot like you. Want to play 1v1?”

Paige squinted at him though the harsh sun, passing the ball languidly in between her hands as she considered his question. They appeared to be the same height, both with lanky builds and arms too long for their bodies. But mostly, she liked his welcoming smile and eagerness to play.

“I’m Paige,” she said, attempting a friendly tone. “And yeah, I’m game.”

His smile widened, opting to toss his ball to the grass and play with Paige’s as she began dribbling around him. “I’ll go easy on you,” he said light-heartedly.

Paige snorted, “You don’t gotta worry about that.”

They played well together, and Paige decided Thomas was half-decent at basketball. He got a few shots on her, but definitely unable to trip her up. Her footwork was faster than his, her range was farther. Thomas noticed.

“Damn bro, where do you play? I’ve never been outshot like this,” Thomas laughed as he scooped up the ball that had rolled off to the grass from one of his missed shots.

Paige’s hands rested on her hips as she waited for him, panting, “I’m over by Hopkins.”

Thomas paused at her words. “Hopkins?” He eyed her bike laying in the grass near them. “What is that, a thirty-minute bike ride?”

Paige nodded, motioning for him to continue the game, “Something like that.”

“Damn,” she heard him mutter under his breath as she stole the ball from his hands, running to the opposite end of the court and making a layup.

The game trickled on, with Paige only making it semi-close because she thought Thomas seemed nice and he had made a few jokes that got a laugh out of her.

Paige had a three-point shot in the air when she heard the first crack of thunder above her.

Deep in their game, the pair hadn’t noticed the grey clouds that had rolled in above their heads, providing an ominous overcast. When they looked up at the booming noise, Paige’s eye was met by a droplet of rain, and then another, and another, and –

“Oh shit!” Thomas yelled out over the sudden torrential downpour that pounded them. He ran to gather his spare ball while Paige ran to her bike thinking crap, crap, crap because of course she was twenty minutes from home with only her bike as a mode of transportation in a rainstorm and was that hail?

“Are you crazy?” She heard Thomas yell behind her as she began to mount her bike. “You can’t bike all the way to Hopkins fucking Minnesota – my house is right there.” He started turning towards the hill before she could argue in response, and it took her a millisecond of getting pelted by small rocks of hail to follow him with her bike and basketball in tow in a hurried pace.

Partially blinded by the rain, she stayed close behind Thomas as he led her closer and closer to the big white house he called home. At closer inspection, it was probably the largest house Paige had ever seen; the steel black fence at the front gate reached well above her head, and the front door yard was lined with blue hydrangeas and spiral columns. It she hadn’t just been pelted by a piece of hail in the forehead the size of her fist, she would probably take some time to appreciate the architecture of the home more.

Thomas walked them through the front gate which required a passcode, and Paige was silently floored at the fact that her and her father kept their apartment keys on an extra shoe tie in comparison.

Rounding the corner of the house to the garage, Paige tried her best in her bleary state to avoid the carefully curated flowers and perfectly manicured lawn. Thomas punched another code in for the garage to open, and suddenly they were under the safe cover of the inside of the garage, panting slightly. Every crevice of Paige’s body felt wet, and without looking she knew her hair must be knotted, and her face must be flushed.

“Shit’s crazy,” Thomas laughed, walking over to lean Paige’s bike and ball against the wall. “C’mon, let’s chill inside.”

A part of Paige faintly remembered the saying “stranger danger” as she followed Thomas through the connecting mudroom door and into his home, but decided his energy was far too friendly to ever kidnap her and throw her in a ditch. Fingers crossed.

Thomas’ home was just as grand on the inside as it was on the outside, with ceilings that reached stories Paige didn’t know was possible in a suburban home. The spiral columns from outside continued inside, and the floor was a checkered marble that she had only seen in magazines. The turned a corner and landed in the living room that was decidedly the size of Paige’s entire apartment, holding a U-shaped couch that could probably fit twenty people. Complicated artwork adorned the walls, with a large fireplace and TV at the center. Paige tried to keep her eyes from bulging.

They walked into the kitchen, where Paige was made acutely aware of her mud-covered shoes. It was pristinely white – white cabinets, white marble flooring, white island at the center of the room. It felt slightly sterile, and Paige felt like an insect in her sweaty clothes and crusted over footwear.

A tall, dark-skinned man stood leaning over the island with as he watched the weather report on a small TV in the corner of the countertops. The man turned his head at their entrance, Paige realizing Thomas completely took after them as they looked identical.

“Was waiting for you to run back in,” the man laughed easily, giving Thomas a pat on the back that Thomas swatted away as he pulled open the fridge. The man turned to Paige solely then, sticking out a hand, “Thomas’ dad, Tim Fudd. You go to school together?”

Paige didn’t have much experience shaking hands, but she tried her best to grip Mr. Fudd’s hand firmly with a shy smile. “I’m Paige. And, no sir, I live in Hopkins.”

Mr. Fudd’s eyes widened at that, rubbing at his chin in curiosity. “Hopkins? What’s got you all the way out here?”

Thomas turned then, gripping two large Gatorades and handing one to Paige. “Paige can hoop, dad. I bet she could give Azzi a run for her money.”

Tim’s eyebrows rose further up at that, waiting for Paige to answer expectantly as he leaned over the island once more.

Paige toyed with the lid of the Gatorade bottle. “No courts with rims near me, sir.”

Thomas and his dad stared at her for a moment, taking in her words. Tim hummed, asking slowly, “So, you’re good?”

Thomas interjected before she could respond, “Pretty sure she was letting me win, dad.” Paige smiled sheepishly, finding solid eye contact with a cabinet doorknob next to Mr. Fudd’s head.

“That’s interesting,” Tim nodded, crossing his arms. “For context here, my boy is sixteen and on Varsity on the St. John’s. If he’s saying you’re good, you must be really good.”

Paige took a big gulp of her Gatorade, slightly shocked she was about to beat a boy two years older than her.

“And for further context,” Tim continued, “I’m the head coach for the women’s basketball team at UofM.”

Paige thought time stood still in that moment. She had just played against, and had been beating, the son of the head coach for University of Minnesota’s women’s basketball team. And now she was in their home, drinking their Gatorade.

“Oh,” she choked out. If there were ever a time where she would dramatically pinch herself, this would be one of them.

Tim smiled in a way that Paige knew was meant to reassure her. “You in AAU, Paige?”

Paige swallowed, “No, sir. My dad and I are thinking next spring.”

Tim nodded slowly, understanding what Paige wasn’t saying out loud.

That she couldn’t afford the club costs at the moment.

Thomas took a large sip of his Gatorade before tilting his head towards the door out of the kitchen. “We should keep hooping; we have an indoor court in the basement.”

Paige thought her eyes were about to pop out of her head. “An…indoor court?”

“Yeah, in the basement,” Thomas replied easily, like repeating his words was a normal thing to do.

Tim nodded enthusiastically, clapping once, loudly. “Yeah, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Just when Paige’s already felt her heart beating at an unnatural pace, the next thing she knew, one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen walked through the door – and everything turned to slow motion.

The girl was light-skinned, like Thomas, with a heart-shaped face, the biggest doe eyes Paige had ever seen, pouty lips, height to match Paige’s, and coyly hair thrust haphazardly in a bun. She was the kind of pretty that was subtle at first, and then so obvious and so sudden and so in your face that it was hard to look anywhere else but at her. For the first time while looking at a girl, Paige felt a flush rush to her cheeks that she wanted to scratch off.

The girl stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Paige standing awkwardly near the center of the kitchen and paused briefly before pointedly looking at her Paige’s feet.

“Your shoes are muddy,” she said.

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When Azzi was thirteen, she met Paige Bueckers for the first time in her white marble-covered kitchen.

She was freshly showered, wearing an oversized St. John’s basketball t-shirt and shorts, poop emoji slippers adorning her feet.

Rounding the corner with her earbuds in, she looked up in time to see a gangly blonde girl talking with her older brother and dad. She paused briefly, taking her in.

The girl was pale, with light blonde hair that reached well past her mid-back. It hung in wispy knots around her face that looked like they would be a pain to brush out later. She was tall, maybe even taller than Azzi, who had grown three inches this summer already. Her face was clear, and she had high cheekbones with a defined jaw. But most of all, Azzi noticed her eyes. They were ocean blue and looked more serious than anyone’s she had ever seen. It made her look older, intimidating in a way Azzi hadn’t felt before.

Azzi’s eyes traveled down the length of her body, landing on the muddy basketball shoes that rested on her feet.

“Your shoes are muddy,” she blurted out before she could stop herself, ultimately feeling like a dunce as she watched the girl’s face fall.

“We got caught in the rain, idiot,” Thomas said walking by her, pushing the side of her forehead with two fingers. She shoved his shoulder back, eliciting a deep sigh from their father.

“Guys,” Tim said resolutely before turning motioning his hands towards the door. “Thomas and Paige were going to hoop downstairs. Want to watch, Az?”

Paige.

Paige’s eyes locked with hers, and Azzi felt her mind go momentarily blank. Paige was lanky, like her brother, and she looked like she was ten pounds underweight. It was hard to imagine her going head-to-head against Thomas.

She blinked, turning back to her dad. “I just showered...but I’ll watch.”

The group found themselves at the Fudd indoor court, where Azzi could tell, Paige was trying to act normal about everything. Her dad had had it installed when Azzi was in the sixth grade when she had started showing intense amounts of potential in basketball, to her parent’s delight. Her dad, being the head coach for women’s basketball at UofM, and her mom who had played in college before tearing her ACL her senior year.

The court was slightly obnoxious, Azzi could admit, with the wood being an ostentatious black, and the saying “Fudd Around and Find out” sporadically painted across the walls. But it served its purpose when the dreaded Minnesota winters rolled in and the Fudd siblings had no desire to leave home.

Azzi had grown up around basketball, following after her parents and her older brother. She found that she even excelled at it, with basketball being something that came as naturally as breathing. She could shoot with precision and could be a menace defensively when needed. She played on her middle school team for fun, but the real competition for her was in AAU, where she dominated against girls older and bigger than her. In the quiet of the night as they would get ready for bed, her mother had even slipped that she was the best Fudd to ever play the game, and that was saying something.

So, while standing courtside next to her dad, she watched carefully as Paige and Thomas played against each other. More so, she watched Paige.

Paige’s shoes were too tight, she noticed right away. But she also noticed that she commanded the ball effortlessly, and in a way that was almost graceful. She found Thomas’ weak points easily, faking him out at least ten times and shooting a three over his head.

“She’s good, Az,” Her dad murmured next to her, not taking his eyes off the court. Azzi nodded wordlessly, mirroring him.

In a sudden move, Paige dribbled the ball between her legs and behind her bag, grinning widely as Thomas fumbled to the side. While he was down, she shot at half-court, a clean swish echoing throughout the court.

Paige caught Azzi’s eye, still grinning, as she went to help up her brother. Azzi thought she looked nice when she smiled.

“You were going easy on me earlier, weren’t you?” Thomas grumbled, plopping down with all his weight on a nearby bench against the wall.

Paige dribbled in circles around the court, smile unmoving from her lips. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Azzi watched her, looking so confident and carefree on the court. It was a deep contrast from the shy, awkward girl standing in her kitchen thirty minutes ago. It had Azzi’s feet walking onto the court on their own accord, meeting Paige in the center.

Paige turned to her fully, breathing heavily as her smile grew smaller, much like the space between them.

Azzi slowly grabbed the ball out of Paige’s hand, dribbling in front of her. Paige’s eyes travelled to the slippers that still adorned her feet. Wordlessly, she raised a brow in question as they locked eyes.

Azzi answered by shooting where they stood at half-court over her head, smirking as Paige’s jaw went slack at the pronounced swish that echoed around the room.

What happened next could only be described as a dance. Paige and Azzi played against each other like they had known each other all their lives, with Paige wildly amused by Azzi’s clinical style of play and Azzi’s completely entertained by Paige’s fluidness. At one point, Paige pulled off a jump shot that was so outrageous, Azzi actually let out a laugh, and she loved the grin that made its way onto Paige’s face. Neither girl was keeping track of the score anymore.

They played like this for what felt like hours, but in reality, was probably only thirty minutes. They only stopped at the sound of Tim Fudd’s loud claps from the side of room. He grinned widely at the two girls, looking entirely amused, stopping to turn to Paige.

“Paige,” he said, “Call your dad. We’re getting you on an AAU team.”

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m-robinavitch · 1 day ago

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TROPE TUESDAY!!!!! Yessss let’s gooook

Accidental pregnancy + sibling’s best friend with Abbot!reader x Robby?👀👀💕💕💕💕

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY LOVE-

A continuation of this ask here.

Pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Abbot!Reader

Trope: Accidental Pregnancy w/ Sibling’s Best Friend

“I guess we have to tell him now-“ you wanted to cry. Wanted to run away like you used to do when you were a kid and you broke Jack’s expensive speakers that you poked because the holes looked fun to stab. You had been feeling like shit for the last week- nauseated and lightheaded and were so exhausted even a trip to the store had you take a 3 hour nap to recover. Robby was adamant that you should go to the doctor, even looking around for the best one around where you lived because this was supposed to be just a long distance fling. A fling that lasted for 10 years almost. A fling where you call each other once a week and spend hours on the phone until either of you fall asleep- usually you first, but Robby loves to hear you sleep because it feels like you’re in his bed again. A fling- but he whispers that he loves you in your ear while he fills you up and takes you apart. A fling- but neither of you have even tried to even date anyone else because they don’t compare. A fling but other than Jack- Robby is the first person you want to tell everything to and he can’t wait to listen. A fling- because it would break your brother’s heart that you’ve lied to him for this long.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to do this,” Robby’s voice broke through the silence on the phone. He would love nothing more than a child with you. The nights where he had you asleep on his chest and he stroked his fingers along your back- he let the fantasy play out in his mind. Robby wanted you to have his baby, he wanted you to give him a beautiful baby with your pretty eyes and soft hair. Robby wanted to marry you. But he was still grappling with the fact that you wanted him. Even a decade later- he still didn’t believe you wanted him and that you deserved someone who wasn’t a mess. Someone who could give you the world and not fuck it up. He was already old and broken- even if you slowly put pieces of him back together. He wanted you to be sure because not only will this mean you’re stuck with him forever- Jack might never forgive him and Robby knows that you can’t live without either of them.

“I want this,” you wanted him. You’ve wanted Robby since you first met him. You’ve wanted more than weekend long visits back and forth every other month or so. You wanted more than phone calls and texts. The only thing that held you back was Jack. At first it was because of the age difference and it really was a fling- mind blowing sex only. But then you spent more time together and- your sister in law died, you couldn’t spring anything more on your brother. And it’s been so long now that it’s become second nature to hide it. Jack was all you had left of your family and was one half of your heart while Robby was the other half. You’d lie in bed sometimes missing him and crying because you were thinking too much about the missed opportunities- you could’ve had Robby fully if you had just told Jack years ago. Maybe you would’ve had kids already? Well it doesn’t matter anymore. “I want you.” Bite the bullet. You made a plan to visit your brother next week.

Jack was a little surprised about your random visit- happy of course because he loves you and continues you to try and get you to move closer but he’s resigned from the fact that you were an adult now. An adult who makes her own decisions. It was hard. Because he still remembers carrying you in his arms- pink bundle of blankets that his parents handed to him. He still remembers walking you to school every morning and tying your shoes. He remembers crying when you graduated kindergarten because he couldn’t imagine you growing up and not being his baby sister anymore- he cried the same way at your high school graduation. He remembers how small your hands were in his. They still felt small- sitting across from him with tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me anything- you know that.” He grabbed your hands in his, ducking his head down so you can look into his eyes and- why is Robby pulling up? He tried to tell him that it wasn’t a good time right now but you stopped him- told him you asked Robby to come. His mind was racing. He needed to know what the fuck was going on because he feels like he can’t breathe because something is wrong with you and Robby is here and- are you sick? He can’t lose you. He’s lost so much already and-

“I’m pregnant,” Oh? Oh- well, as far as situations that’s not the worst that could happen. So you’re pregnant? Okay well you can move in with him and- why do you take Robby’s hand?

Oh?

Oh.

Robby deserved the way Jack’s fist connected with his nose.

#trope tuesday #lexi answers life’s questions #lovely mutuals #michael robinavitch #michael robby robinavitch x reader #michael robby robinavitch x you #Michael Robinavitch x reader #Michael Robinavitch x you #michael robby robinavitch #robby robinavitch #robby robinavitch x reader #robby robinavitch x you #my random typings

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koalaflower · 1 day ago

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bllk boys !

controlling your vibrator ⋆｡°✩

— shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, sae itoshi.

includes. afab!reader. toys, public teasing, orgasm denial, binds, established relationships, no explicit fucking, heavily implied sex.

shidou ryusei ☆

oh, you gave this power to the wrong guy. the moment you were engaged in conversation, distracted, or had simply forgotten the fact you had a mini vibrator inside you, he’d turn it on again. there’s a wolfish grin on his face, relishing every stutter and whimper you let out. you wanted this, so don’t get mad at him for playing along.

“y/n~ you were saying?” he rests his head on his palms, staring at you adoringly as he cranks the vibrations up. one of your old friends had the unfortunate luck of running into you today, entrapping you in an agonizingly long conversation with them. he kept his eye on you, transfixed by the way your leg thumps up and down against the table like an anxious little bunny.

you shoot him a quick glare, about to repeat yourself when your back shoots up straight, a little yelp slipping out at the sudden onslaught of vibrations. he almost snickers, but he holds it in, cocking his head to the side instead. “what’s wrong, baby? feeling unwell?” he coos, pretending to press the back of his palm to your forehead in faux concern. you turn to your friend, offering tight-lipped apologies, but he sees the way your fingers grasp at the edge of your seat. shidou leans in a little closer, breath brushing against your already reddened ears. “tell him to fuck off already. i’m getting bored,” he pouts. his voice is level, but his expression is anything but, boring into you with a ravenous hunger.

he was going to have so much fun with you tonight.

nagi seishiro ☆

he blinks down at the remote cluelessly. what is this? part of a new gaming console? he’d tried playing with the on and off button or what he assumes is the volume meter, his thumb nudging the switches up and down, but to no avail. before he could do any more damage, he hears hurried footsteps and a distant hum.

“s-sei, have you seen my…” you trail off, eyes widening when you notice the circular remote in nagi’s hand. you look flushed, and he can’t figure out why. your legs are pressed together, brows pinched tight as you lean against the sofa for support. “your?” he echoes monotonously, already seeming bored of the mysterious gadget as he unknowingly bumps it up to max.

“hnng… sei,” you gasp, the vibrations hitting your clit just right. it’s not until he looks at you again—really looks at you—that he puts two and two together. his brows raise just slightly, holding onto the device tight when you attempt to swipe it from his hand. “so that’s what this is…” he holds it up to your face almost tauntingly, making your cheeks grow redder. “sei, g-give it back!” he pulls it back before you can reach out, fully intent on exploring all of its features.

“don’t wanna. can’t i test it out first?”

itoshi sae ☆

how cheeky of you, to buy this without his knowledge. he drags his thumb up his phone screen, watching as you writhe and squirm, pitiful moans mixed with a quiet buzzing. “again? what was that, the third time?” he teases, a playful lilt in his usually apathetic tone. he’s been at this for what felt like hours, bringing you to the brink of satisfaction before lowering the vibrations again and again. you were needy and sensitive, that much was obvious, but he wasn’t going to give you what you really wanted. not yet.

“p-please, sae,” you beg pathetically, thighs rubbing against each other as you’re denied again. he gazes at you like you’re art set in motion, eyes raking over your naked and bound body. “didn’t know they made apps for this,” he says, testing the different rhythms and paces with a casualty that made you shudder in need. “so innovative.” he finally settles on one.

the leather digs into your wrists, making you whine as the vibrator hums. you were already making such a mess, cunt drooling and soaking the sheets. “s-sae, mmf, fuck!” your head falls back, lips parting into a pretty ‘o’ shape when he glides his thumb all the way up again. “c-coming! ‘m gonna—“ before you know it, he’s standing in front of you, phone completely discarded as he pulls the vibrator out of your greedy walls, making you cry in frustration. sae tilts your head up, leaning close enough that you can smell his cologne. “wouldn’t you prefer the real thing?”

that shuts you up real quick.

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earlysunshines · 2 days ago

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sunkissed

pham hanni x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: it took a day trip to the beach for you and hanni to confront what you two always felt for each other.

warnings: pining 3x ; idiots in love and in denial ; s*nb*rn for those who are very sensitive to that (this is a joke) (im so sorry for those who can’t tan without burning) (couldn't be me i fear) ; literally nothing else just fluff lol ; they’re down bad for each other ; anything else not mentioned; kinda proofread

a/n: smth sweet and shorter than usual and also based on this song AND my friend and i passing out tgt in the car otw back home from a day trip to the beach. we were OUUTT like a light omfg and we both woke up so disoriented ok enjoy

survive the day being around hanni—that was the goal.

it was just a day trip to the beach, nothing crazy. you’ve been to the beach more times than you can count on both hands. the only thing different about this trip is that hanni would be there.

while brushing your teeth in the morning, you told (convinced) yourself that there would be nothing to worry about since the rest of your friends would be going too. even when an uneasy feeling crawls up your back, you tell yourself it’ll be fine.

the last time you went to the beach was when your best friend yunjin invited you to tag along with her friends from home that you’ve met with a few times prior. the day was easy and light. you all sang along to music on the way to the coast, struggled to find a spot to park and settle on the beach, tanned, played with the volleyball kazuha brought, swam and splashed each other until you were too tired to keep messing with each other, took at least a hundred pictures, and walked around until the sun set before you took turns driving home.

you figured today would be similar—fun and simple.

you pray that it’s simple, lighthearted, and relaxing once you’re out the door and on the way to meet up with minji and the rest.

(you shake your head once you find yourself thinking of hanni being part of 'the rest')

once you’ve reached a point where it’s too late to turn back home, you realize you forgot your sunscreen. one of the most important things you needed. you groan at the red light when the realization hits, and once the light turns green, you tell yourself that it’ll be fine—again. someone has to have some sunscreen at least.

you park your car down the road, a secret spot minji knows where they won’t ticket or tow you. you grab your bags, walk over to minji’s place, and catch everyone outside the apartment she shares with hanni. everyone is already in light, summer clothing with their bags hanging on their shoulders looking tired and ready to go.

“there she is,” minji says, turning her head in your direction, everyone following her gaze as well. “took you long enough.”

“i’m two minutes late.” you roll your eyes, “you’ll live.”

“whatever. alright, we can put the bags in the trunk and then get going. the sun is about to rise.” minji adds, gesturing to the youngest of the group so she can help them out first.

you glance over at hanni once minji heads to the car. she has a tote bag hung on her shoulder, a white off-the-shoulder t-shirt on, and a nice flowy, long blue skirt too. her hair is flowing down her shoulders and there’s a hairtie she borrowed from you a few months ago (not that it's important or anything. you just happened to notice) on her wrist that you assume she’ll use later.

hanni looks stunning in the light of dawn. she always looks stunning, and right now she looks especially stunning because you catch the small lines under her eyes and the slight squint that hint at the lack of sleep. she smiles when she greets you.

“hey,” her voice is soft, tired.

“hi hanni.” you grin easily at her. “you look exhausted.”

“i couldn’t sleep,” she sighs, rubbing her eyes. “i tried sleeping at eight. it worked, but i woke up at twelve and couldn’t sleep until thirty minutes before we had to wake up.”

“maybe you’ll get some more sleep in the car?”

“i’d hope so.”

“yeah.” you nod. you both stare at each other for a good two seconds. it spikes your heartbeat. then put your hand out. “let me help you with your bag.”

“what? no, it’s fine.” she tells you, “it’s not that heavy.”

you shake your head, already slipping your fingers underneath the straps of the bag and slipping it off her shoulder. she frowns playfully before you head over to where minji is, helping her load the trunk.

everyone is already situated in the car by the time you and minji are done loading. she closes the trunk and heads toward the drivers seat. danielle is sitting in the passengers seat, haerin and hyein are in the middle, and you’re—

left with hanni.

you blink.

there’s a bag taking up one of the seats on the side, so you’re left in the middle. you take a small breath before squeezing through the small space to get into the back, settling down next to the girl who makes your words fizzle in your throat.

your legs brush against each other and your arms are mildly squished. the proximity screws up with your composure, making you momentarily flustered and unable to think straight.

“it’s a little cramped, isn’t it?” you joke. it’s lame, but hanni’s lips twitch into a small smile.

“dani was complaining about car sickness even though i called shotgun… and so did the other two. were shoved in the back for now.”

“ah,” you don’t know what else to say except for, “i hope you’re able to sleep comfortably.”

“oh definitely.” she laughs softly. “i hope i don’t take up much of your personal space while i’m out.”

you smile, shrugging. “i don’t mind.”

a soft flush graces hanni’s cheeks at your response. she smiles and rests her head against the seat, her blinking slowing down every few seconds.

minji fixes the rearview mirror, then turns up the sound of the music. something easy going and summer-like plays. you assume hyein is on aux.

“okay, everyone, sit tight. we’ll refill gas and grab breakfast in an hour or two.” minji says.

with that, hanni nods, then nudges your shoulder. you tilt your head and she moves her arm to link it with yours, muttering quietly, “so we’re less squished,” before closing her eyes and leaning her head against your shoulder.

you’re stiff at first, although very briefly. your whole body relaxes not so long after, and you find yourself drifting off into sleep as well.

hyein and haerin turn around thirty minutes into the car ride to find you two asleep together. your mouth is parted a bit and hanni is practically hugging your arm now. the two grin at each other, hyein snaps a picture, and when they show it to danielle everyone is content.

“it’ll work out.” minji grins to herself.

—

hanni wakes up feeling completely disoriented.

the car is moving slower than before. she glances out and finds that they’ve already taken an exit out into some small town, probably for gas and breakfast. she blinks a few times before rubbing her eyes with her free hand, trying to bring herself back to reality after her nap.

when she scans the area after gaining full consciousness, she notices that your arms are still linked. you’re asleep, loose and comfortable against her, your neck angled questionably. she links your arms tighter as she stares out the window, the filtered sunlight kissing her features softly.

minji turns into a gas station that looks a little run-down after a few minutes down a small road. the feeling of the car slowing down wakes you up. you mumble something incoherent and groan, lifting your head up and resting it against the headrest tiredly.

haerin catches your groan and turns around to see you struggling to open your eyes. hyein follows, giggling at the sight of you two, but for the most part you, with an expression comparable to a newborn kitten.

“wakey wakey!” hyein beams, making you groan again—louder this time.

“are we here?” you ask in a drowsy voice.

“minji’s getting gas.” haerin says flatly. “bathroom break, snack splurge, and dani’s finding a cafe on the way for us to eat breakfast at. we have like, an hour and a half.”

your body goes limp again as it rests against the seat. “great. i’m going back to sleep.”

“you should probably go to the restroom.” haerin suggests.

“i might pass out on the toilet.” you joke.

danielle pokes her head through the open door in the passengers, turning to you and almost ordering, “you guys should go to the restroom just in case! and grab some snacks.”

hanni yawns, then nudges you.

“well you’re going to have to get out regardless so i can go.”

you groan again.

hanni’s teasing tone is evidence that the nap worked. she’s back to the hanni you’re used to, the hanni that’s relentless when it comes to poking at you and throwing snarky remarks.

you scramble out into the gas station and end up going to the restroom too, even buying a little protein bar to snack on once you’re back in the car. minji turns up the music as she drives out the small lot and danielle finds a place to grab a quick breakfast before the beach.

“thirty minutes away there’s a…” you catch danielle squinting just barely before she continues, “cafe! it’s close to the beach too. we can take pictures before we swim!”

hanni turns to face you, stifling a giggle at her energy. you bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard—not necessarily because of danielle.

you and hanni aren’t linking arms the rest of the car ride. her arm still rests against yours, which is inevitable due to the bag taking up a whole seat, but you don’t mind.

the sun splays out across hanni’s features gently as she stares out the window. your eyes trail down the slope of her nose that shines softly and lingers on the strands of hair brushing against her cheek. you stop yourself then, turning to face the road and the dangling charm hanging from the mirror of minji’s car.

—

you’re completely awake once you reach the cafe. the exterior of the building is modern looking, but it’s vintage aroma and cozy interior reflects the comfort and authenticity of the place. the employees are around your age, maybe a little older. their smiles light up the area even more.

minji is the first to walk up to the counter and read off the menu. her eyes widen and a small smile graces her lips.

“everything sounds good—it smells good here. do you guys know what you want?”

you squint at the menu for a moment before nodding, “i’ll just share food with someone. get me an iced tea, though.”

“we can share then y/n. i’ll get the classic breakfast with bacon and an iced latte with whole milk.” hanni says matter-of-factly.

danielle glances at minji and it’s weirdly mischievous. she turns on her heel to meet you and hanni face to face, grinning wider.

“since you two know what you want, why don’t you grab us some seats?”

“um, okay.” you say, shrugging.

now it’s just you and hanni walking around the area. it’s not too busy, but a handful of seats are already taken. hanni points at the table outside, something similar to a table you’ve seen at camping sites. the only thing different about it is that it’s really nice looking. the table is marbled and not decade-old wood with moss growing on it.

you stretch your arms out and a hint of your skin peeks out when your shirt lifts. hanni pretends she doesn't notice.

“it’s nice here.” hanni says as she settles down. she’s gazing out at the small town ahead, mixed with hues of green and birds soaring above it freely. “it’s beautiful.”

“yeah.” you agree. it’s not one of those cliche rom-com moments where you’re staring at her while you agree. it’s truly beautiful out there. “it’d be nicer if i had a meal…”

“oh my god,” hanni scoffs as you sit down in front of her. “you’re unbelievable.”

“yeah and i’m also the person who’s going to down half your breakfast.”

“of course you are.”

“...what’s that supposed to mean?”

hanni raises her brows, giving you that look.

you roll your eyes, looking out the distance long enough for hanni to study the side of your face (and if there were a quiz for each feature memorized, she’d ace it). she takes in the view for a bit longer before speaking,

“you look cute by the way,” she says nervously, unable to look you in the eye. “fitting for the beach.”

you long to reach your hand out and simply rest it against her face, but you hold back. your lips lift up into a smile.

“i think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me this month.”

“hey!”

you laugh, teeth showing and all. “you look beautiful too, hanni.” you say after a beat.

before either of you can hang on to whatever stills in the air, the rest of the group finds you two together and situates themselves. minji hands you both your drinks and tells you that the food will take a few minutes before they serve it to you. hyein doesn’t stay in her seat for long, immediately standing up to take in the view.

danielle grabs her camera and suggests taking pictures while the food is being prepared. none of you shut down the idea.

first it’s a few solo pictures of everyone, then duos and group pictures. minji and hanni pose together, making a stupid face when danielle takes the picture. hyein and haerin take a picture with you next, all of you smiling like it’s a family photo and it's as cute as it is ridiculous. then it’s danielle, minji, and hanni bunched up together cutely for the next photo.

the session is interrupted when one of the employees brings out the food, placing it on the table before offering to help take a picture of all of you. and after that, just when you think you can finally eat, minji pushes you to hanni, who’s being pushed by danielle.

“now a picture of you two!” minji suggests. it’s not really a suggestion, more of an order.

“okay, okay.” you respond, giving hanni a small grin.

your hand slips down to right above her waist, resting lightly as you nudge her just a bit closer. she tilts her head a bit, smiling softly. you do the same, then the flash on danielle’s camera goes off.

“cute,” danielle mumbles, glancing at the picture. “okay, let’s eat now.”

—

the drive to the beach isn’t long, but the journey to a spot that’s not taken up by families is. it's awfully crowded for a wednesday.

you have your totebag on one arm and hold a bag that minji forced you to carry with the other. it feels as if the bag you’re holding will slip from your fingers any second, or maybe that’ll be you with how much scorching sand sneaks into your slides and hinders your ability to walk. the sand burns your feet here and there, but you push through and end up finding a nice spot that had been a seven-minute walk from parking.

the sun tickles your skin. it’s quite hot, obviously, but it heats you in a way that kind of burns you while also bringing you a feeling of peace. you feel alive.

everyone takes part in setting up their spot. hyein and haerin lay out the blankets with danielle and hanni while you and minji struggle to plant the big umbrellas. once you set up a spot for shade, hyein lies right in that spot and sighs like she’s just lugged a cart full of weights.

“it’s so hot.” she groans, “i need to lie for a bit.”

“put on sunscreen at least.” you scold lightly. you tug on her arm, urging her to get up before squeezing sunscreen on your palms. you rub your hands together before applying the sunscreen on hyein’s arms, legs, and back. you also leave a very noticeable white cast on her face with how messily you’ve applied it. it makes her look stupidly adorable, so you snap a picture and chuckle at it. “the sun is scared of you now.”

“i look like a clown." she pouts, "of course it is."

“it’ll go away,” you assure, rubbing your thumb on her cheek to blend it in a bit nicer. “it’s only bad on your cheek and forehead.”

“your turn.” she says mischievously.

you huff.

hanni watches you slip off your tank top swiftly—in an oddly enticing manner—leaving you in swim shorts and a sports bra. hanni tries to look away but it’s impossible when the curve of your back meets the sun in such an alluring way. you’ve probably worked out a little extra in order to look like this for the beach trip. it’s safe to say that the work paid off.

“nice view, huh?” danielle’s words rip hanni’s gaze from the back of your arm.

hanni meets danielle’s eyes, a glint in the way she’s looking at the older girl. hanni knows what she’s thinking, but she doesn’t want to face it.

“stop it.” hanni sighs.

“i think today is the day for it.”

“for what?”

“oh han, you know.” danielle raises her eyebrows as she looks back over to you. you’re making a face while hyein puts sunscreen on your cheeks a little too aggressively. “you can’t hide your feelings forever.”

“no.” hanni replies almost immediately. she nearly laughs at the way you look with sunscreen smeared all over your face so unevenly. “today is supposed to be normal… relaxing and whatnot. i just want to have a good time—i want y/n to have a good time.”

“she’ll have a good time as long as you’re here hanni. please, trust me.”

“i just—i love her too much. i’m too scared.”

“i’m sure she feels just like you do, and one of you has to face that eventually.”

danielle doesn't give hanni a chance to process her words; she turns hanni into a flustered mess without warning her.

danielle calls you over and insists that you help out hanni with putting on sunscreen. it’s embarrassing how hanni can tell her cheeks are burning through the heat of the sun, amplifying the feeling. it’s even worse when you agree like it’s nothing.

your hands spread sunscreen across her arms and legs with ease. when you tell her to turn around so you can apply it on her back, she finds herself nodding even when her heart is racing and telling her to run away.

the chill of the sunscreen clashes with the warmth on her skin. she instinctively moves away from your touch.

“sorry.” you mutter.

with a turn of her head, no further than where you can see the side of her face, she responds, “no, it’s fine. it just caught me off guard.”

you nod before continuing. your hand is soft against the skin of her back, trailing up the back of her ribs to where her shoulders are. everything is awfully intimate and there’s a thrill in both of your guts that neither of you can suppress.

hanni feels your hand linger on her shoulder before you softly say, “done. did you want me to get your face?”

she wants to simultaneously dismiss and accept the offer. the thought of your hands caressing her face excites her, but the proximity and intimacy of it all makes her heart tumble in her chest.

“it’s fine, i—” she pauses, her brows furrowing when she catches something on your face. “hold on, you missed a spot.”

there’s a small area of sunscreen on your cheek that hanni wipes over with her thumb and it dissolves into your skin easily. she willfully ignores how the glow of your skin under the sun makes you so undeniably cute.

“thanks.” is all you can say to keep you from doing something stupid.

both of you purse a forced smile at the same time before redirecting your attention to something else—anything that’s not each other.

today is going to be a wonderful day, you both tell yourselves. everything will be fine.

—

all of you tan for an less than an hour before actually getting up. you nearly fall asleep and risk a sunburn, but hyein is there to snap you out of your drowsiness and flips you over like a sausage on a grill. you nearly fall asleep again.

minji had been sitting in one of the beach chairs you brought, her cap sitting on her head in a way that made her look like a father. danielle had fallen asleep with the book she was reading on her face. haerin was there next to her not far from passing out. hanni was laid next to you, reading a book, and it was odd that she had always been there. always nearby, always close.

you didn’t mind.

it isn’t long before you finally get up, dusting sand off your legs, and urge minji to play volleyball with you. the two of you share a soda before peppering and it brings enough energy to keep you two shouting at each other to keep the ball up in the air. the rest watch you two run around desperately—minus haerin, who’s still lying down and half-asleep—and are impressed that you’ve kept the ball up for so long. minji slips up and hits the ball too far off to your left, which reels a groan from you once it hits the sand.

hanni decides to get up and join, determined to do better than both of you. you try to keep your eyes off her figure and how great she looks in that two piece of hers. you try your very best not to daydream about kissing every inch of her that the sun touches, to have your hands trace the outline of her body.

you all start a triangle of peppering, but the spikes, bumps, and sets all fall out of pattern when it turns into a scramble to keep the ball up.

it’s nice to spend time doing the most mundane, simple things with your friends on the beach. you can’t remember the last time you felt this relieved. the vitamin d from the sun seems to be working.

it’s even better when danielle decides to dip her foot in the water, letting the waves that hit the shore soak her feet. it’s even better when minji screams and runs into the water, falling in and wailing on about how cold it is.

the best part, however, is when hanni feels a surge of confidence to take your hand and lead you toward the water. both of you laugh the whole way down, you shiver when the water hits your abdomen, and hanni crosses her arms when the chill reaches her whole body.

when you manage to tackle her into the saltwater, soaking her completely and earning a playful jab to your shoulder, you can’t help but fall a little more in love with her. she pushes her wet hair back and looks at you like she’s going to kill you. before you know it, hanni lunges forward and takes you down with her.

maybe she did it because you did it to her first. maybe it’s because she likes the feeling of being close to you.

and maybe you don’t mind at all.

maybe you swim over to the deep end and tease her for not being able to stand there without half her face being submerged, just to see the annoyed look on her face. maybe you like the way it makes your heart flutter. maybe you carry her through the water and keep her on your shoulders while playing chicken, staying skin to skin because you like it too.

for the next few hours a cycle starts. it repeats three times.

you play around in the water, swimming and splashing each other like little kids before returning back to the towels to reapply sunscreen and tan while someone’s queued song plays on the speaker minji brought. after a good amount of time being slow-cooked by the sun, you all play with the volleyball again before returning back to the water. the day is filled with laughter, stupid inside jokes, sand finding shelter in your hair and ears, and hanni lingering closer and closer.

—

you and minji take the reigns when it comes to packing everything up. you take pity on the rest, more so the youngest of the group, who are all out of energy and gawking at their very noticeable tan lines.

hanni bumps your shoulder and tells you she can carry one of the two bags that you’re carrying. you tell her it’s fine. she shakes her head and does what you did that morning; she slips her fingers under the strap of the bag carrying the towels and gives you a shit eating grin that might just make you combust.

“i can hear the wedding bells already,” minji mutters from behind into your ear, “with all the flower girls and bridesmaids and—”

you elbow her shoulder and roll your eyes. “the water is right there, i could throw you back in.”

“whatever. go get her.” you can tell she’s winking at you when she says it with that snarky, knowing tone.

you miss when you try to elbow her again.

the sand had burned your feet the whole way back to the restroom area and the strap of the umbrella bags rubbed against your skin so much that you might mistake the red mark as a sunburn. everyone is exhausted by the time you’re back at the car. you and minji were the last ones to rinse yourselves off and change, so you two are extra tired.

you and hanni find that the back seat has a little more space now. the bag that took up an extra seat somehow found shelter in the trunk. you can’t tell if this is a good thing or not.

hanni’s arm isn’t brushing against yours anymore until she goes limp and is leaning against you. maybe you didn’t need the tight space to be near her.

—

all of you find a place to eat lunch in no time. everyone is hungry and severely dehydrated, so while everyone looks at the menu and finds a seat outside, minji asks you to help buy some water for the cooler you brought.

you’re not sure why minji wanted you to tag along to buy water, but you go regardless.

you find out why the moment you’re away from the group.

“so what are you going to do about hanni?” minji asks.

your head jerks to face her. “do what?” you question, acting stupid.

minji shakes her head. “you two are the most oblivious idiots i’ve ever met.”

she’s right, you know she’s right.

minji’s been one of your closest friends since you started university. she’s seen you at your lowest when you had been fighting with your parents for a month straight for changing your major. she's been there at your best when you received that internship you had been fighting for. she’s even seen you when you were drunk, confessing that you had been in love with hanni the month after you met her. minji knows you like the back of her palm.

“you guys have been lingering near each other the whole day,” she remarks, kicking a pebble on the ground. “she’s been checking you out the whole time. you have been checking her out as well.”

a blush creeps up your neck and tightens up your throat.

“i’m just scared—”

“i know you’re scared, but there really isn’t anything to be scared of. the feeling is mutual, i promise.” she stops talking for a moment to gaze out at the scenery in front of you. the late afternoon sun is shifting into something a little more golden—slowly but surely—and the trees are practically sparkling because of how vibrant they are. “look at how beautiful today is. everyone is happy and tan and all that. today is the day.”

“i’ll think about it.” you say, staring out at the road and the two birds that fly past. “i will.”

—

lunch is filled with laughter, satisfied cravings, and more pictures. you spend an achingly large amount of time smiling at hanni, making eye contact with her, and forcing yourself not to stare at her longer than you should.

(long enough to the point where one of your friends would notice and call you out.)

haerin suggests walking along the boardwalk and you all follow. you all explore a few little shops and danielle spends a little money on a small trinket from one of them. hanni branches out and finds a little display with cute shell bracelets, all with different colors. you wind up following her.

“these are so cute,” she says, picking up a bracelet with pink charms. she finds another one, handing it to you and adds, “look, this one is your favorite color.”

she grabs your wrist and puts it on you, smiling at how nice it fits.

“this is really cute.” you bring your wrist closer to examine it.

“maybe we should get matching ones.”

“do you want to?” you say, quiet and casual, but your eyes are warm, serious.

“yeah, i really like these ones.” hanni decides, but she likes the idea of having something that connects her to you more than the bracelet itself.

the rest of the group watches you both from outside the shop. through the window they catch you two giggling about something as the cashier checks your purchase, and when you’re back out to meet them, they all grin at the sight of your matching bracelets.

“when is the wedding?” minji questions, only half-joking.

hanni rolls her eyes. “it’s just a bracelet. i know you’re jealous.”

minji just laughs, then looks you in the eye and raises her brows, clearly amused.

—

you all end up back at the beach after walking around and talking about anything and everything because it’s been so long since you all were normal, real people and not prisoners to an academic institution.

danielle is taking a few more pictures of everyone, but mainly haerin because she’s been too timid to put herself out there. danielle is determined to curate an instagram post for haerin that will shake everyone to their core.

hyein leans against your shoulder, using you as a pillar for support while she watches minji and hanni play around with the volleyball. your hands are planted behind you as you stare out at the ocean, finding comfort in the sound of the waves crashing and the occasional sound of hyein sipping on her soda.

“y/n?” hyein asks quietly.

“hm?”

“what’s with you and hanni?”

“what do you mean?”

“i can’t tell if you guys are dating or just oblivious.”

you can’t help but laugh. “you sound like minji.”

“ew, don’t say that.” she groans. “but seriously, what’s with you guys? minji said she had some sort of plan for you two but i never really got details…”

of course minji had a plan. danielle was probably a part of it too.

you don’t know how to explain your feelings for hanni. she’s the type of person you look forward to seeing everyday. no one had ever made you feel all giddy like she has, not even your stupid crushes when you were a teenager.

hanni has a smile that kind of steals your breath away. she’s the kind of girl that makes you grin and cackle like an idiot without trying. she laughs hard at your jokes and moments of stupidity and it almost makes you feel like you’re in an alternate universe where she loves you just as much. she’s real and raw with you, letting her voice crack when she’s upset and being that burst of unique energy when she’s on top of the world. you love her for who she is and whatever she feels.

there’s so much warmth that seeps out of her and so much you don’t understand. there’s a lot of things you don’t understand and it’s scary how badly you want to know every inch of her.

you don’t know how to explain the complexity of how your heart pounds in your chest when it comes to hanni. instead, you say, all so casually but genuine in the way your tone softens, “i love her a lot.”

hyein sips on her soda again, then hums. “does she know it?”

you sigh, biting your lip before saying, “i think she will soon.”

—

“oh my god, you’re sunburnt.” hanni says as she returns to the beach towel you’re sat on.

everyone else is god-knows-where and hanni always finds herself drawn back to you. she sits down and examines your cheek.

“no i’m not.” you defend, “i’m sunkissed.”

“sure,” she giggles. she absentmindedly plays with the end of her hair, a habit that stems from her being a nervous wreck. “i think the sun made out with your face.”

a suggestive remark catches in your throat. you decide to have some decorum instead of opening your mouth.

you turn to her finally and the sight of her staring at you with so much care and intimacy makes you feel light and relieved. her cheeks are also a hue of red—like an apple—worse than you for sure.

“i would be more focused on your face. that’s a burn.” you snicker, reaching out to place your fingers on her skin. her cheek is warmer than it should be, not just because she’s burnt. “you look like rudolph if his nose were his cheeks instead.”

“you sound ridiculous.”

“you get what i mean.” you respond bashfully.

hanni melts when you flash that lopsided grin at her. it’s golden hour, the light hits you so perfectly, and all hanni can think of is how nice it would be to kiss you right now. she makes the mistake of glancing down at your lips—for a second—and you catch it. she speaks before you can say anything.

“today has been fun.” she breaks eye contact and plays with her hair again. her knees move to her chest and she hugs them close as she watches the sky dim. “i haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

“not even during the movie night last month?” you giggle at the memory of minji and hanni crying while half-drunk to some romcom danielle put on. the video still lives in your favorites.

“okay, well—you know what i mean. the weather is perfect and everything is going well and, i, well,” her teeth trap her bottom lip and she looks at you shyly. “i’m just really happy to be around you. everytime we’ve been left alone i just—i don’t know. it feels right. it always does.”

your world stops for a moment. your world, usually equally as busy as it is overstimulating, goes silent. hanni has that effect on you, like when she came over to drop off something during finals season to find you freaking out and calmed you down with a soothing, warm hug. or when you had just gotten into a fight with your mother for the second time in the week during lunch with your friends, then brought you back to the ground with a simple hand only our shoulder and the look in her eyes. but now? everything goes still. it’s almost unsettling.

you can only laugh. hanni puts a hand on her forehead and cringes.

“sorry, that sounded so sentimental.”

“no, no. hanni, it’s fine.” you reassure.

a surge of confidence spreads through your body like a wildfire. maybe today is the day.

“i can’t believe the sun got to kiss you and not me.” you sound like a lead in a romcom. your words are corny and make you cringe, but the way you say it sounds awfully genuine and lovestruck.

“what?” she almost chokes on nothing.

“i– sorry. i’m not good with these things.” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

you gulp when she looks at you with those sun-soaked eyes, they’re gleaming like the ocean in front of you.

“minji has been trying to get me to tell you how i feel for a while… and then this trip happened and i realized that i’m too deep into everything i feel for you to keep beating around the bush.”

“you like me?”

you shake your head.

“i love you, hanni.”

she gulps, opens her mouth to say something, but she can’t. it’s impossible after you’ve just said the words that hanni has been wanting to say since you carried her home after one too many drinks at a house party. or maybe it was when you two snuck out to go on a walk late at night, sharing stories that were simultaneously heart-warming and heart-clenching. or maybe it was when she first laid eyes on you. she can’t remember when she figured out she loved you because it feels like it's always just been... there.

“i love you too, y/n.” her words are nearly a whisper.

“oh, okay, i’m really glad.” you exhale heavily, closing your eyes from pure relief and clutching your chest like you’ve just had a heart-attack. this is pretty comparable though. “because you looked so good all day and i seriously felt like an idiot this whole time trying not to look at you too hard.” it spills out your lips like a ramble, but it’s jumbled up enough to convey everything hanni needs to hear.

hanni laughs at how cute you are with your hand still clutching your chest.

“i’ve felt the same.”

“yeah?” you tilt your head, unknowingly shifting a little closer. “minji told me you were checking me out.”

“okay, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“i worked out a lot for today. did you like the view?”

“shut up before i kiss you.”

your lips relax and you swallow hard.

“i won’t shut up then.”

“then i’ll do it myself.”

it’s not until that moment that you realize that your lips are already a breath apart. hanni tilts her head a little to match you, and her lips search for yours, pressing eagerly once they meet.

you pull away first just to take a good look at her. she stares at your lips the whole time you stare at her face, lit up perfectly by golden hour. she practically launches herself back onto you, cupping your cheek and kissing you again. her mouth presses softly, firmly, warmly. you can feel her smiling into the kiss and she feels you doing the same.

your fingers rake into her hair, tugging gently as you deepen the kiss. you sigh into her like it’s a dream come true.

and it is.

—

the rest of the group walks back to where you and hanni are to spot your hand on her jaw, her fingers twirling your hair, and lips locked from afar.

haerin laughs out of surprise and amusement. “it worked out.”

“finally,” danielle sighs.

“i told you it’d work out.” minji shrugs. she walks past the group and toward you two to purposefully break you apart—she likes embarassing both of you.

—

everyone is completely dead once you’re back in the car. hyein is already asleep on haerin’s shoulder and minji hasn’t even left the parking lot (she’s downing an energy drink to prepare for the two and a half hour car ride).

danielle is looking through all of the photos and a few minutes later a notification pops up on your phone with all the photos danielle uploaded. before you open it up, hanni moves your arm so that it’s around her.

“wow, you’re bold. we just made out and now you’re—”

“i’d shut you up like before, but i’m not going to be an asshole and traumatize anyone today. and i’m tired, move over.” she almost sounds cranky. you find it adorable.

“okay, okay.” you extend yourself so that hanni can lay in your arms. the back of her head is on your chest and she’s holding onto your forearm. the position isn’t the most comfortable—you can feel your butt numbing from the weird angle you’re sitting at, and your legs don’t even extend fully across due to your height—but hanni is. you don’t complain.

hanni whines when you move the arm she had clung onto like a teddybear, but you feel her soften up as soon as it moves over so you can massage her scalp.

“get some sleep.” you insist, pulling out your phone to check out the photos from danielle. they’re really great. you sort out the ones of hanni, then the ones of you and hanni, saving them all before looking over at the rest.

fifteen minutes pass and by then you grow drowsier and drowsier. you place your phone in the cup holder and try to shift as unnoticeably you can to ease the numbing in half your limbs and ass. hanni groans when she feels you move, but you scratch her scalp again and she resumes her slumber.

a soft sigh—relieved, lovestruck, and content—leaves you as you settle down. your arms wrap around hanni, your eyes close, and everything feels perfect. you still wonder if you’re dreaming.

—

by the time minji’s back at her place, everyone is passed out. it’s jarring how full of energy minji is once she’s back home despite the ache in her upper body from repeatedly racing you in the ocean.

(she takes pride in the fact that she won, so it doesn’t matter if her limbs are burning from her freestyle.)

she shakes danielle awake and she murmurs something that’s most definitely a gibberish. but once danielle is awake, she turns to see the youngest of the group passed out cutely and haerin’s head completely covered by her hair.

danielle snaps another picture.

“look here,” minji laughs lightly, turning on the light in the backseats.

you and hanni are cuddled up, the dim light spread across every tangled limb and linked finger. minji and danielle wonder how you two are even comfortable like that, but they brush it off as soon as danielle pulls her phone out to take something candid.

minji laughs. low and soft. “we have to save that for the wedding.”

“for sure.” danielle agrees.

#kpop x reader #hanni x reader #newjeans x reader #hanni pham x reader #hanni pham #njz x reader #pham hanni

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siachaos · 2 days ago

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lara raj x reader where lara is a vampire but reader isn't aware until they makeout so hard reader suddenly notices her fangs but that turns the reader on more so it went to more than just a makeout

🎧 now playing: heavenly creatures – Wolf Alice

“BLOOD ON YOUR TONGUE”

✦ pairing: lara (katseye) × fem!reader

✦ genre: dark romance, vampire AU

WARNINGS:

vampire!lara ✶ dom!lara ✶ human!reader ✶ supernatural tension ✶ oral ✶ fingering ✶ blood kink (no biting) ✶ power play ✶ fearplay-adjacent ✶ restraint/control ✶ bloodlust restraint ✶ heavy makeout ✶ neck fixation

SUMMARY:

Lara invites you to her place. You don’t know she’s a vampire.You kiss her like it’s the last night of your life—and she kisses like she’s been dead for centuries.When you see her fangs, you don’t run.You spread your legs.And she fucks you slowly, desperately, holding back the monster inside.But barely.

🦇“you don’t know what you’re doing to me. your blood’s in the air and your legs are open. you think i can survive that?”

✦ AUTHOR’S NOTE: ✦

Omg vampire Lara?? She’s so sexy it’s actually unreal. The bloodlust, the control, the fangs hovering over skin,yeah. I had way too much fun writing this, and I’m already full of filthy ideas 😭🖤 Hope you enjoy it because I am not normal about her.

The night air was thick with mist and mystery, curling in ghostlike tendrils around your ankles as you walked up the old stone path to Lara’s place. You’d never been here before, only heard vague descriptions—elegant, gothic, a little weird but sexy as hell. That was Lara. Strange, intoxicating, impossible to figure out.

She opened the door before you knocked. Of course.

“Hey,” you said, maybe a little breathless. You blamed the walk—not the way she was leaning against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, her long black coat hanging open over a wine-colored silk shirt and those black leather pants that fit like sin.

“You’re late,” Lara said, lips curling into a smirk.

You glanced at your phone. “By three minutes.”

“Still late.” She stepped aside, letting you in with a look that could pin you to the wall. “Come in. I don’t bite.”

You chuckled. “That’s a shame.”

If only you knew.

Her place was nothing like you expected—dark wood floors, blood-red drapes, candles burning low in iron sconces. It looked like something out of an old novel. There were books stacked everywhere, and the air smelled like cloves, old pages, and something you couldn’t quite place,something warm, metallic, and oddly enticing.

You took it all in, trying not to look as nervous as you felt. Lara’s presence always had a way of pulling something wild out of you, something that wanted to flirt with danger just to see what would happen.

“You live alone?” you asked, trailing a hand along the edge of a mahogany bookshelf.

“Of course,” she said, coming up behind you. Her voice was a low purr near your ear. “Wouldn’t want to share.”

Her fingers brushed the small of your back and you shivered—slightly, involuntarily.

“Cold?” she asked, clearly amused.

“No,” you lied.

She turned you around slowly, deliberately. “You shouldn’t be here, you know.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat.

“Dangerous girls live here.” Her gaze flicked to your lips. “Girls who like to taste things they shouldn’t.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head. “What if I like danger?”

Lara’s eyes flashed—too fast, too sharp. But it was gone in a blink. “Then maybe... you’ll get exactly what you’re asking for.”

You didn’t look away from Lara’s eyes, even as she stepped closer. The air between you thickened—electrified. She smelled like firewood and wine and something darker, something primal. It made your skin tingle.

She leaned in, her hand brushing up your arm, fingertips trailing your shoulder, your neck. You held your breath.

“You have no idea what you’re playing with,” she murmured, her lips ghosting your cheek.

“Then teach me,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

Lara kissed you like she’d been waiting centuries for it.

Her lips were soft but demanding, moving with a hunger that stunned you. You kissed her back, gasping into her mouth as she backed you into the nearest wall, her hands everywhere—your waist, your neck, your thigh. You weren’t sure when your jacket hit the floor. You didn’t care.

Her mouth traced down your jawline, tongue flicking against your pulse point. It sent a shock through your whole body.

You barely noticed the way her breathing changed. Shaky. Rough.

But you noticed her mouth hesitate just a second too long at your throat.

You felt it before you saw it.

The faintest press of something sharp. Not nails. Not teeth—

Fangs.

Your fingers tensed on her shirt. She pulled back, just slightly, lips red, eyes darker than you’d ever seen them—almost black, like twin pools of ink.

And the fangs—long, gleaming, inhuman peeking from her parted lips.

You should’ve been terrified.

But the rush of adrenaline in your blood didn’t bring fear. It brought heat.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, voice shaking,but not with fear. “You’re a vampire.”

Lara stilled.

Her jaw clenched. “You need to leave.”

You stared at her. Her chest was rising and falling fast, her pupils blown wide, fangs still visible. She looked wild. Dangerous. Beautiful.

“I don’t want to.”

“This isn’t a game, sweetheart.”

“I never said it was.”

Her hands were on your waist again before you could blink, pinning you to the wall. You gasped as her thigh slid between yours, her voice a low growl.

“Say it again. That you’re not afraid.”

“I’m not,” you said. “God, Lara, I want you.”

Lara hissed softly, eyes fluttering closed for a second. You could tell she was holding something back. Barely.

She kissed you again—harder this time, almost punishing. It was heat and teeth and desperation.

You moaned into her mouth as she lifted you off the floor, your legs wrapping around her automatically. She carried you effortlessly, like you weighed nothing, into the dark of her room.

The bed was soft and cold against your back.

Her hands, her mouth, her teeth,everywhere. You were drowning in her, unraveling beneath her touch. And through it all, she never bit. Even when her lips lingered at your throat. Even when she trembled with the effort.

She was holding back.

You could feel it.

But she never stopped.

And you never wanted her to.

Lara’s mouth was at your throat again, but this time, she didn’t kiss. She hovered. Breathing you in.

Her lips trembled.

You could feel the sharp tips of her fangs graze your skin, just barely—like she was teasing herself more than teasing you. You tangled your fingers in her hair, arching your neck to give her more.

“I said I’m not afraid,” you whispered, voice thick with want.

“I heard you,” she rasped, but her body was rigid. “That doesn’t mean I get to lose control.”

You cupped her face, guiding her back to your lips. She kissed you hungrily, her hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that made your breath catch. Every part of her was warm, pressed against you like a fire that could burn you alive—and you’d let it.

Her shirt came off first. Then yours. Her mouth explored your collarbones, your chest, the curve of your stomach, like she was memorizing you with her tongue.

You couldn’t stop trembling. Not from fear—but from the pressure building between your legs. From the way she looked at you like she was starving.

You weren’t sure if it was for sex… or blood.

Maybe both.

She kissed down your body with reverence and hunger, her touches alternating between gentle and possessive. You let her take control, gasping when her fingers found your soaked underwear.

She paused.

You blinked, panting. “Why are you stopping?”

She looked up at you. Her eyes were glowing now, faintly red in the candlelight.

“I can smell your blood,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “It’s in everything. Your sweat. Your breath. I can feel your pulse in your thighs.”

Your breath hitched. “Lara…”

She exhaled slowly through her nose, shaking her head like she was trying to clear it.

“I want you. I do. But you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You leaned up and kissed her again, slow this time. Gentle. “Then take me. Just… don’t bite.”

Her groan was almost guttural. “Fuck. You don’t make this easy.”

You smiled. “You like a challenge.”

Lara didn’t answer with words. She answered with her mouth—kissing down your stomach again before slipping your underwear down your thighs.

And then she buried her face between your legs.

The moan that tore from you echoed off the walls.

She was good. Too good. Inhumanly good. Her tongue moved in ways that made your back arch, your thighs tremble. She took her time, learning every sound you made, like she was studying how to ruin you perfectly.

When she added her fingers, you almost came undone.

But even as you lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure, you were aware of her breathing—heavy, ragged. Of how tense her body had become. She was holding herself back like it was killing her.

“Lara,” you whimpered. “It’s okay.”

She looked up at you, mouth wet, lips swollen, pupils blown wide.

“No, it’s not. If I lose focus for even a second…”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t have to.

But you reached for her anyway, pulling her back up your body. You kissed her like you meant to break her restraint—like you wanted to be tasted, even if she couldn’t bite.

“Then don’t think,” you murmured against her lips. “Just fuck me.”

Lara growled. Growled—deep and low and almost feral.

And then she gave in.

She moved like something unchained.

Lara kissed you again, rough and deep, as her fingers slid back between your legs—confident now, practiced, and devastating. She pressed inside you slowly, filling you in a way that made your mouth fall open, breath catching in your throat.

You clung to her, nails digging into her back, your legs wrapped tight around her hips. She moved with purpose, curling her fingers just right, and the sensation lit fireworks behind your eyes.

“You feel like heaven,” she breathed, forehead pressed to yours. “And I’m stuck in hell trying not to fucking bite you.”

Your heart thundered, not in fear, but want. You reached up and kissed her—soft, then hungry, then shamelessly open as you rocked against her hand.

Lara cursed under her breath, teeth gritted.

She pressed her lips to your throat again, and this time, you felt her tremble—not with hesitation, but desperation.

“Let go,” you whispered. “I trust you.”

She froze.

You felt her breath—hot and shallow—against your skin. Her fangs grazed you again, too light to break the surface. She shuddered.

Then she moved her mouth away, burying her face against your shoulder.

“I can’t,” she growled. “I want to, but if I taste you… if I start…”

You kissed her jaw, her temple, anything you could reach. “Then don’t start. Just stay here with me. Like this.”

Her pace picked up again, fingers thrusting deeper, rougher, her thumb circling your clit in tight, precise strokes. You cried out, hips bucking. You were close—so close—and Lara could feel it.

“Come for me,” she whispered. “Right here. In my arms.”

You broke.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, wracking through your whole body, stealing your breath and your thoughts. You came hard, gasping her name over and over, fingers tangled in her hair like you might drown without her.

Lara didn’t stop—kept moving through your pleasure, drawing every last spasm out of you until you were shaking, boneless, dazed.

Only then did she pull her fingers from you and bring them to her lips.

You watched.

She licked them clean—slowly, deliberately and moaned.

“God,” she muttered. “You don’t know how hard this is.”

You reached for her, pulling her down into your arms.

“Tell me.”

She laid beside you, arm draped across your waist, her face still buried against your neck.

“I haven’t touched a human in years,” she murmured. “Not like this. It’s not just sex. It’s scent. Skin. Blood. The way your heart races when I’m on top of you… I feel it everywhere. It drives me fucking insane.”

You stroked her hair gently. “But you didn’t bite.”

She pulled back enough to look at you. “Barely.”

“But you didn’t.”

Her expression softened, just barely. “Yeah.”

You smiled, brushing her cheek with your thumb. “Then maybe we’ll figure this out.”

Lara’s voice was low, dangerous. “Or maybe I’ll lose control one day and ruin you forever.”

Your heart jumped—but not in fear.

“I’m willing to risk it,” you whispered. “Are you?”

She stared at you for a long, heavy second.

And then she kissed you. Slow this time. Like she didn’t want it to end.

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steddieas-shegoes · 3 days ago

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drama

for @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'selling the drama'

rated t | 769 words | no cw | tags: band manager steve, friendship, established steddie

also on ao3

🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱🥱

Gareth rolls onto his stomach and sighs.

Jeff does the same.

Eddie, somehow, is the one who calls them out.

“Are you guys done being dramatic?”

Frankie rolls his eyes, smirking at what he already knows is going to become a dramatic soliloquy from one or both of them. Eddie’s almost certainly going to join in despite the fact he called them out on the dramatics.

“Sorry for being bored, Edward!” Gareth exclaims. “Sorry that we cannot find any entertainment on this tour bus. I’m sorry you have to put up with us in this phase of our lives. How dare we feel boredom in your presence. How dare we not know what we want to do while stuck on this dreaded twelve hour drive. How-”

“How about you all play cards?” Steve suggests with a lollipop hanging from his mouth. He’s trying to quit smoking and so far only lollipops seem to be a good replacement. His lips and tongue are constantly red or blue and Eddie is constantly distracted. “I’ll move.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Eddie says, pulling Steve into his lap. Steve offers him his lollipop, but Eddie just kisses his lips instead. No one blinks an eye. It’s not even close to the grossest thing they’ve done in front of them. Frankie’s actually pretty sure they’ve fucked on the couch while they were all watching a movie. “I don’t wanna play cards. We did that yesterday.”

“Today’s a new day,” Frankie says as he gets up to get their deck of cards. They are technically due for another campaign night, but Eddie’s having trouble with some of the plot development and refuses to move forward until he figures it out. “We could play war or hearts?”

“Children’s games,” Jeff sighs. “We aren’t children.”

“You’re acting like children,” Steve says what Frankie’s thinking.

He used to hate that he had so much in common with Steve, especially when he started dating Eddie and he was around all the time. They didn’t get along for months until Frankie got his heart broken in a city he’d never been to before and Steve was the only one who didn’t make fun of him for being upset. He brought him to a 24 hour diner after their show while everyone else went to their hotel and they talked about expectations on the road and for the future. Now they make it a weekly thing, whenever they’re in a city that has a diner they can go to reasonably unnoticed, they do.

“Last time we played war, Eddie almost threw Gareth off the bus,” Jeff says.

Which is true, and probably why they shouldn’t play that game while in motion.

“Go Fish?” Steve suggests, still sucking on the lollipop.

Eddie’s watching him, mouth open, eyes glazed over. Gareth smacks him in the face.

“Focus dude,” he says. “Can we place bets?”

“On Go Fish?” Frankie asks.

“To make it more fun.”

He shares a look with Steve. They both know this is a terrible idea, but if it will end the dramatics of their boredom, it might be worth it.

“Fine. No booze or girls.” Steve points at Gareth to emphasize. “And that includes whatever underwear gets left behind during your little sexual exploration phase.”

“Whatever,” Gareth rolls his eyes. “Bet $10 I win the first round in three turns.”

“I’ll bet $20 I win in two,” Jeff pipes in.

“I’ll bet use of the big bed for one night I win in three right before Gareth would’ve gone out,” Eddie says.

Steve slaps him. “Don’t offer our bed.”

“Two nights in the big bed!” Eddie ignores him.

Frankie shakes his head. “One pack of cigs and my signed Metallica poster says I win in four rounds and you all get mad enough to stop playing.”

Steve high-fives him.

Frankie doesn’t even smoke, never has, never will, but they’ll all be miserable if Steve doesn’t get to sleep in his bed. Now no one will want to beat him. He’ll grab a pack from Steve’s secret emergency stash.

They end up being distracted by more absurd bets for the next two hours. Steve eventually loses interest and goes to find another lollipop and take a nap because his job starts the moment they arrive at the venue.

Well, technically his job never really stops, which is why he’s never really bored.

Frankie watches him walk back to his bed, closing the curtain behind him. It won’t mask much of the noise, but he won’t have to witness the dramatic slap fight happening between Gareth and Eddie with his eyes.

#corroded coffin #corrodedcoffinfest #stranger things #jeff stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #gareth stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie

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nozhdyved · 1 day ago

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contains: mika's (@pittsick) scenemo!patrick x gn!reader, sub!patrick, annoying as fuck patrick, dry humping and slight orgasm control. this was meant to be a rlly short blurb and now it's... 1.4k words!

It's astounding to you how quickly a small "get-together" can turn into the biggest rager your classmates have seen this month. What started as a few people from different facets of cliques, in only a few minutes, became a string of people constantly flowing in through the open front door.

You're crouched in the corner, nursing a raspberry wine cooler as people chat around you. Parties had never really been your scene, but your friend had dragged you along, insisting that you'd have fun. And now she was gone to go make out with some girl, somewhere in the throng of people dancing and grinding in the living room.

A guy was walking around, proudly flaunting the ring of silver pierced through his lip. His voice was loud and nasally, piercing past the music as he flourishes the lip ring around. He makes his way over to where you're standing, lips stretched in a wide smile as he shows it to you. "Lip ring! I got a lip piercing, haha-" his words are slurred, and he smells like clove cigarettes. There's shocks of bright red in his dark hair that's swooped to the side in a fringe. He leans in close, pursing his lips at you. His green and blue flecked eyes are rimmed in black eyeliner, which is beginning to bleed out of his waterline and streak under his eyes.

"...Yeah, that's infected," you say to him, just wanting him to get out of your face. He frowns, wiggling his bottom lip around.

"And how do you know that?" he asks haughtily, fidgeting with the rips in his black skinny jeans, only tearing the rips more.

You lean forward reluctantly, trying to get a better look. "Uh, because it's all red and crusty, and unless you have fresh lip fillers on only the right side of your lip, it's really swollen."

He scowls, gently touching the ring going through his lip and trying his best not to wince.

"You should sue your piercer," you continue, sipping your drink, "or at least get a refund."

"Jokes on you," the guy laughs, grinning wide and immediately cringing at the pain in his lip. "I pierced it myself."

"Of course you did," you snort, pushing yourself off the wall and shouldering past him, done with the idiotic conversation. You pause in the kitchen to refill your drink, only to be surprised when you turn around and see him still following after you.

"Do you think I should take it out?" he asks, toying with the spiky kandi cuff on his wrist.

"Um, yeah. If you wanna keep your lip."

His eyes dart side to side, like he's searching to see if anyone's watching him. "Can you...?"

You sigh and sink your weight into your hip, setting your drink down. "Can I what?"

"Help? Taking it out, I mean," he says, almost sheepishly. Like he's embarrassed to even be in this situation right now.

You raise an eyebrow, pursing your lips. "You pierced it yourself," you say flatly, "but you can't take it out?"

"Because it huuuurts!" For someone who tries to plays into the dark and edgy emo stereotype, this guy is a fucking whiner.

"Fine," you sigh reluctantly, and he grabs you by the hand and leads you upstairs. He's got thick metal rings on almost every finger, and the materials feels cool on your flushed skin.

The two of you enter some random kid's bedroom with an adjoining bathroom, painted a dark blue and covered ceiling to floor with movie posters. You push the guy onto the bed gently, heading into the bathroom to grab supplies. "Sit."

You wash your hands carefully, twice, more for your safety than his. "I'm Patrick," he pipes up, unprompted. "I'm in a band."

"That's awesome, man," you mutter, gathering a stack of toilet paper and turning back around to face him. He's sprawled lazily across the bed, legs spread in a confident fashion. The rips on his jeans span all the way up to his thighs, and you can see slivers of pale skin. Patrick wiggles his eyebrows at you, in a fashion that's so comedic you can't help but laugh.

He frowns when you start laughing at him, sinking down on the bed next to him. Your thighs brush against each other, and he glares at you. "The fuck are you laughing at?" he pouts, and you shush him.

"No talking," you order, pressing your lips together in concentration as you try to wriggle the scabbed over lip ring out of his swollen lip. You groan, unable to get a good angle, shifting closer to him and leaning in.

"You can sit in my lap," he offers, a cheeky smile on his lips. Oh, this asshole. "I'm very comfy."

You narrow your eyes, tentatively shifting your weight over so you're settled on his lap, your legs laying over one side of the bed. "Just because I need to help your loser ass," you say, getting back to work on wiggling the ring loose so he wouldn't talk back.

It's difficult to ignore the growing hardness in his pants, and you try your best to get the whole ordeal over with as quickly as possible. The second you got the lip ring out, Patrick grips the back of your neck, trying to bring you in for a kiss- which you expertly dodge.

"Um, infected lip. Kissing bad," you interject, holding back a laugh at the dejected, kicked-puppy look on his face. "It-it would probably hurt really bad," you say, trying to console him.

"We don't have to kiss," Patrick insists, not-so-subtly rolling his hips up into yours. It's definitely impossible to disregard his boner, rocking underneath you and pressing into your core. Despite his pained whimpers from earlier, he seems to have recovered quickly.

You sigh, putting the lip ring aside on the nightstand, which Patrick seems to take as an 'okay' as he groans loudly, bucking his hips up.

"You're so fucking cute," he grunts, one hand laying gentle on your lower back, whining in pleasure when you begin grinding down on him and reciprocating his movements. "H-how- have I never seen you around before?"

Patrick reaches down with one hand to unzip his skinny jeans, only pulling them down enough to palm his erection through his boxers, already sporting a damp patch of pre-cum. There's a tattoo of bat wings on his hip bones, and it's pretty safe to assume he did that himself too. With his jeans out of the way, it's easier for you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind into his lap, burying your face in his dark hair. He smells like a mix of shitty dollar store deodorant, clove, and musky beer. And for some reason, you don't hate it.

"Y'feel so good- fuck," he hisses out, shamelessly gripping at your ass as he moans openly, lips puckering to go for your neck before you shove his face away.

"No kissing, Patrick," you reprimand, though you're ultimately too lost in your pleasure to stop him if he tried really hard. "I don't want- hnnnh- your gross pus all over my neck."

"Oh, baby, you're so good at dirty talk," Patrick growls sarcastically, snapping his hips up like he really is fucking you. "Fuh-fuck, I wanna cum, gonna cum-"

You kiss sloppily at his neck, making up for what he can't do. "Are you being- fucking serious?" you snarl, biting at the shell of his ear. "We just fucking started, Patrick-"

"Okay! Okay, okay, I can hold it," he whimpers when you slowly roll your hips into him, chest to chest. His hands roam all over the curves of your body and the soft skin of your hips, calloused fingers moving under your shirt to trace your ribs. "You're so sexy," he whines, his black eyeliner smudge when he looks up at you.

You groan quietly under your breath, feeling the coil tightening in your stomach as he rolls his hips into your heat, the only barrier being clothing. "Nfffh- Patrick- okay, okay, 'm ready, you can-"

Patrick's orgasm is loud, like an arrow through the chest as his hips buck wildly, the stain on the front of his boxers darkening with drops of white leaking out. His groan is almost feral, flushed red lips parted and slack. The sight is enough to spark your own orgasm, shuddering through your body and making you arch your back. The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing through your sweat, before you pull away, zipping his jeans back up.

"Okay, make sure you find some saline solution when you get back home, and then use some antibiotics if it gets really bad. And-" you glare at him when he advances toward you. "No kissing."

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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 3 days ago

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Princess Treatment Collection

Hi everyone. So I'm making yet another collection of stories only this time it's for Lee Felix x Fem! Reader. The idea is that the reader is the 9th member of the group. She's dating Felix and is one of the Maknae's of the group. So these stories will follow her relationship with Felix. As well as your relationship with the rest of the boys.

Now, in these, I'm hoping to make the boys as accurate as I possibly can. Because they are real people and I don't wanna mess up their personalities or get anything too wrong. So if any of the members don't exactly fit who they are, please let me know so I can work on doing the boys justice as I write about them.

Warnings for some of these fics: Cursing.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Finished.

Princess Treatment - Link. Summary: You tell Chan how proud you are of him and the boys. You both have a good cry..

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COMING SOON.

Arcade Date - Link. Summary: It's date night.

Cuddles - Link. Summary: You and Felix love cuddling together.

Snow Angels - Link. Summary: You and Felix play in the snow.

Sing Along - Link. Summary: While in the car, everyone has a fun time.

Because it's them - Link. Summary: You and Felix get away with more than you should.

Baking - Link. Summary: You, Felix, Seungmin and Hyunjin have fun baking.

It's a Twin Thing - Link. Summary: You and I.N. make a mess.

Once Upon a Dream - Link. Summary: You and Felix have fun waltzing at a concert.

Day at the Beach - Link. Summary: You and the boys spend the day at the beach.

Flowers - Link. Summary: You and Felix enjoy buying flowers for each other.

Princess Treatment Collection Taglist: Thank you for supporting me. Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from this Taglist.

@lovelyweirdo24 @bbokarismeow @stay-tiny-things @crescent003

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trashy-reaper · 2 days ago

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HIHIHI!!! do you mind writing chance and/or elliot (forsaken!!) with a reader that is like minori hanasato from project sekai? ^^

FEEL FREE TO DENY!!! especially if you dont know the character!! thank you, have a nice day!! 🙇

I am very familiar with Minori actually, as I’m an ex-pjsk player hehe. Just encase though as it has been a bit, I hope I didn't get anything wrong.

Characters may be OOC + not fully proof read.

Reader is an adult, can be viewed as romantic or platonic

Chance

They've seen you before, before this whole mess you were now both in. He's seen and heard a few of the songs you've sang and honestly, you were fantastic. He wouldn't call himself a full time fan but a few of your songs were in his playlists and your name would be brought up if others asked them to suggest singers to listen too. He didn't want to gush over you though, besides it was better for you to know what was happening then anything else.

The first few rounds you started in you were scared, who wouldn't be? You didn't know how to use your abilities all that much and getting chased by someone who's sole purpose is to kill you? Yeah, anyone would be scared, they've come in a few times with their gun and managed to stun the killer before leading you away. With time he saw how you grew more confident in your abilities, how hard you worked to help others. Of course the fear and panic didn't leave you as quickly but he doesn't mind sticking by your side until you grow more confident on your own.

He's impressed honestly, despite your fear and loosing composure if you hear the killer nearby, you pull through. The feeling never left you but your determination to get away and win the round seems to always overcome that. Methinks your abilities would be supportive, increasing allies stamina and speed, allowing nearby allies to effectively get away from killers. But it has it's risks, you weren't like Elliot who could at least have a pizza on the ground to be later picked up, you needed to be near the survivor. Which is why he's impressed, you always fear getting near the killer but you're willing to do so to help the others. It warms his heart in all honesty.

He may ask you to sing some of your songs outside of rounds, calls it a way to make all survivors feel at least, a bit at ease. The situation they're in will never be fun but there's no harm in doing something positive, right? Gotta keep your spirits up and he knows you'll be able to do it. God they love your voice, sometimes during rounds, as a joke they may ask you to sing to them as if they aren't teetering on the verge of death. Cut them some slack! They want to hear your voice before they 'die'.

Elliot

Similar to Chance he also has heard your singing, it's played before during work on the speakers and he'd be lying if he said he didn't catch himself singing along to at least one of them. Especially that one song that seems to be your groups main song? It's a song he has in his playlist. He didn't recognize you as quickly as Chance did as he only listened to you before, never saw a performance or anything. It wasn't till you spoke did he know, and god he's a bit worried for you.

He tries to help you get the hang of your abilities, running to your side to try and distract the killer away from you (to only have to be saved by Guest 1337 or Shedleskey if he isn't fast enough to run away from the killer) The thing making you all play definitely didn't care who they picked to play the game, so long as they provided as entertainment to which Elliot hates so he tries his best to make you a bit more comfortable at the game you play, he knows it'll take a while but he'll try his best to help you calm down when a killer is near.

His trust in you grows as he sees you willing to put your fears aside to aid survivors running from killers, it may mean the killer could lock on you then but you were still willing. He didn't expect it at first, seeing how scared and worried you were when everything first started but within the first few rounds you were already shoving all that aside to save others, getting the hang of your abilities. He helps you train with it more if you can, or however you can really and tries to get the others to give tips on evading the killing if they lock in on you.

He always listens to your singing when Chance asks you to, it's one of the positives they have to this situation, it'll never truly be enough sure, but it's the little things that count, he claps for you after every performance and has even asked you to teach him some of the moves to your previous performances. God you do so much dancing, how did you keep up...he likes being around you though so he'll stick around longer if you'll have him.

Wasn't too sure at first how to or what to write for this despite the fact I do know how Minori is like, but that may be because she also wasn't my fav of MMJ (I still love her)

Also thought, while I didn't include Sekais as I couldn't think of a way to input it for survivors, imagine a Killer who's from PJSK/had a Sekai and the Spectre made them think the survivors were invading it, a place they called their comfort and was made to throw them out (they don't know they're killing them)

#forsaken x reader #forsaken x you #Elliot x Reader #Elliot x You #Chance x Reader #Chance x You #Forsaken Chance x Reader #Forsaken Chance x You #Forsaken Elliot x Reader #Forsaken Elliot x You

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diabolicalevil · 2 days ago

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Since hc reqs are open, what kinds of flirting/courting tactics work best for the primarchs? Like what is the one thing you could do to make each of them blush and stammer like a schoolgirl. (Lowley w Dorne I feel like if you compliment his fortress constructions he's a gonner.)

(Love your take on the primarchs btw, theyre always very fun to read. Thank you so much for your hcs!!)

What flirting works best on the Primarchs?

OH THIS IS FUN I'm glad u enjoy my headcanons I lovee making them. I honestly can't imagine a lot of these guys blushing maybe those r my own demons but this is mostly things they're into. I continue to stay silly

Warnings: none

Lion El'johnson: it's not necessarily flirting but needing him is very attractive to him. if you overtly ask for him depending on your stage in the relationship he'll be a shit about it but he does want you to be almost helpless without him. sure, you don't need him specifically to help you with that but he likes it when you act like you do.

Fulgrim: likes traditional flirting, shocker. winks across the room, innuendos, intentionally brushing against him, all that, but he especially likes it when you act coy about it. you sicken everyone around you please think of ferrus manus he's suffering

Perturabo: compliments of his work and dunking on his idiot sons are attractive to him. however he, being stupid, has not put 2 and 2 together that not accepting a compliment and causing a problem leads to less compliments. maybe he'll figure it out one day.

Jaghatai Khan: not only going along with his misadventures but suggesting them. he is one of the least accepting of your status as a baseline for the simple fact he wants you with him while he rides

Leman Russ: an earnest and sincere interest in running and protecting his legion alongside him

Rogal Dorn: non sexual power play, or just ordering him around. telling him to sit, stand, kneel, turn around etc and having him do it immediately. he's pledged his loyalty to you as a lover and a servant. also ☝️ reprimanding him. praising and compliments go into this pretty nicely

Konrad Curze: looking into his eyes directly without fear or hesitance

Sanguinius: biting HIS lip. while you're kissing I mean. he laughed, mainly out of embarrassment, the first time it happened but regularly tries replicating that scenario so you do it again

Ferrus Manus: banter. aside from fulgrim he's so used to stone faced, highly logical and efficient talking men that often when you give him a bit of cheek and tease him he folds

Angron: fighting back, or putting him in his place rather. generally likes it when you fight him, he feels less like a gun poised to kill you that way. but being command to sit down and shut up does it for him

Roboute Guilliman: physical flirting. he's a very sensible man who can handle what you throw at him. with the exception of randomly groping, stroking, fondling etc him. doesn't even have to be sexual I'm afraid. hes just like that

Mortarion: god what doesn't make him (internally) blush. he's starved for attention. throw a rag and tell him to fetch it for a kiss I don't know man

Magnus: very hard to catch him off gaurd or fumble him but it's possible. usually challenging his intellect gets a one way trip to the warp but, to an extent, he enjoys back and forth with you. posing a question he hadn't thought of or pointing out a flaw in his thinking etc

Horus Lupercal: banter also, but it has to go on for a while until you get a fatal hit on him. afterwards he's visibly trying to hold it together until he gets a moment to pull you aside

Lorgar Aurelian: another one who desperate needs to be told what to so. but. specifically he has a foot fetish I'm sorryy. you told him to take off your shoes for you and he floated towards you like a pie on a window sill anyway moving on

Vulkan: horrendously sappy man so telling him you love him or something. he knows you do and he himself says it all the time but god does it kill him to have you whisper it sweetly

Corvus Corax: holding his hand and pulling him to your side

Alpharius/Omegon: I don't think you could ever truly catch them off gaurd but you could entertain them. they like games and puzzles and quizzes with their flirting. it's enrichment. if u give them a really good one you get to be sandwich filling

okkii this was a fun one, hope u like it anon and I didn't stray TOO far from the vision

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cheeseceli · 2 hours ago

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Their crush covers their song

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn! Idol reader

Genre: fluff, reactions, extra delusional

Request: could you do their reaction to their idol crush doing a dance cover of their choreography with their group during a variety show?

Warnings: DELUSIONAL, idol is a reader, that's it

A/n: i changed the prompt very very slightly but the main idea remains | daily click

Bang Chan

‌Congratulations, you are now an idol

‌Which means that in this scenario, you and your group went to a variety show to promote your new comeback

‌Congrats on the comeback!!

‌And overall, you and your members were just having fun and doing a lot of games with the hosts

‌But then! A very interesting game showed up

‌The one where someone had to dance and the rest of the members would have to guess the choreo according to the sound of the footsteps

‌To make it easier, every member was dancing a choreo from your own group

‌And as Bang Chan was watching the video, he was finding it all very fun and cute

‌But then it's your turn to dance while you are facing your members' back

‌And you starts to dance a choreo that he is sure that does not belong to your group

‌Because it's a stray kids' dance

‌S-class actually

‌He has to repeat that part of the video a few times to understand that you ARE dancing his song

‌And the members guessed the song right away because apparently you recently learnt the footwork and has repeating it all the time

‌To the point your members knew the sound of the footsteps (!!)

‌He is now giggling and asking himself how to finally talk to you after this

Because trust me, he will find a way to finally approach you after this video

Lee Know

‌I think he is a bit traumatised when it comes to people covering skz songs lmao

‌I always have flashbacks to that live he reacts to boys planet

‌So he was low-key scared when he saw the thumbline of your group covering thunderous in a new stage

‌Don't get him wrong !!

‌He absolutely loves your group (and you cough cough) and he is aware you guys are like super talented

‌But as I said, traumatised

‌So he is kinda skeptical at first

‌Until I.N sends him a text like "yo your crush sang your part in the cover"

‌After knowing that, he can guarantee he never clicked so fast in a video before

‌Safe to say he was surprised to know your group did the song its deserved justice

‌And he audibly giggled at you doing his parts

‌(And if you're the one who did the laugh at the second chorus, better believe he repeated that part THOUSANDS of times)

Changbin

‌So for this let's imagine you and a few members of your group were doing a live

‌And you guys decided to play kpop random dance

‌Just like that Baekhyun live! hehe

‌As Changbin is your #1 fan, ofc he'd be watching that live

‌He was smiling all the way through because you guys were having so much fun and it was genuinely nice to watch it

‌He was also probably dancing along

‌And then ! Chk chk boom starts playing

‌And you know the chorus

‌You dance the ending like a pro

‌But you also dance THE changbin rap

‌The part where he rolls the r like rrrrrr yk

‌Anyways

‌HE IS SO HAPPY

‌Genuinely impressed because he wouldn't expect you to know so much of the choreo and also

‌Even when you're playing around you still dance so well

‌He just knows he chose the right person to be his bias

‌Starts spamming the live comments section (anonymously) asking you who's your bias in Skz

‌He just couldn't lose the opportunity yk 💔

Hyunjin

‌Did you just... Give him the best opportunity ever to finally talk to you?

‌Cause he's been waiting to have the chance to approach you for MONTHS

‌But then he suddenly wakes up to the news that your group covered God's Menu

‌In South Korea this can only mean one thing

‌please tell me you got the joke 💔

‌Anyways

‌First, he watched that clip of your group (and your fancams!!) so many times YouTube probably thinks he's a bot

‌Second, if you covered his parts, he is totally sure that you guys are actually soulmates and you should get married. If you covered someone else's part, this person will be the victim of his side eyes for the rest of the week.

‌Third, HE HAS AN EXCUSE TO TALK TO YOU !!!

‌He can just randomly approach you and say "hey I really liked your cover, thank you for covering us so well ☺️"

‌And hopefully you fall in love right there

Han

‌Okay so let's say you have this sorta tradition you do

‌That basically, from time to time, you cover a song in your group's YouTube channel

‌Pretty much his favourite event ever

‌And this time you covered twilight ✨

‌According to you, this song was your favourite from skz new album and you couldn't help but repeat it all the time

‌Not me self inserting here

‌And then

‌When he saw the title of the video, he hadn't even thought that it was THE twilight

‌It could've been from any other artist

‌But then the beginning of the song is oddly familiar

‌His eyes WIDEN when he realises you're covering skz

‌And now that's the only song he ever plays when he is on the car with the members

‌They are getting war flashbacks now from how much they were forced to listen to your cover 💔

‌But Han couldn't be happier

Felix

‌Out of all their songs he expected people to cover, he didn't think your group would decide to cover Freeze

‌That one song is intense

‌So first he was surprised

‌Later he was impressed

‌You guys have done such a GREAT job

‌If you covered his rap, he is 10000% more in love with you

‌But even if you didn't

‌He is still so in shock that you captured the essence of the song so well, specially if your group's concept is not that similar to skz

‌Not that he ever doubted it but anyways

‌Watches ALL tiktoks edits of that performance

‌You are all that show up in his fyp for the next five business days

‌And maybe even approaches you like Hyunjin had planned, but without that much overthinking lmao

Seungmin

‌Okay so since we are already being delusional

‌Your group is making a comeback and YOU were invited to Lee Mujin program as a way to promote the new song

‌One of the songs you decided to sing was cover me

‌And let me tell you something

‌Just when Seungmin thought he couldn't love that song more

‌You just made cover me even more special to him

‌Lowkey saves every single video of you singing that song

‌Specially his high note

‌And as a coincidence ofc he posts something on Instagram with cover me as the chosen song

‌But it was a coincidence

‌Trust

I.N

‌Well, since I miss pink hair I.N

‌Your group was covering the one and only case 143 song

‌Very cute choreo with very nice vocals

‌Everything was just really cute

‌And I.N was almost dying when he found out

‌I believe one of the boys would tell him something like "did you know your crush is gonna cover one of our songs"

‌And Jeonging did not believe that not one bit

‌Because the boys loved to tease him about that

‌But then that ended up being truthful

‌And he probably only watched the performance once because that was enough to make him malfunction

‌He'd think about that all the time but, in order to appear normal, he was tryna chill

‌Until your group released a behind the scenes video of you guys learning the case 143 dance

‌And he thought it would be okay for him to watch it

‌Until you compliment I.N's performance skills and tell the cameraman you looked up to him

‌Best jumpscare of his life

‌He's never gonna watch anything of your group ever again😭 (lies)

Masterlist | you'll probably like: meeting a pretty fan

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret @sheraayasherrecs @rockstarkkami @urlocalmultigroupfan @aeinzzzketchup @queenofdumbfuckery @sarita-sunday @lezleeferguson-120

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto | images 1, 2 and 3

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