#I like to think that my singing voice is like. Okay.

[scoupsakakitty]

LOOOOOVE YOUR BLOG i'm literally obsessed with idol!scoups fics and u r soooo good in writing them <333

not sure if you are open to requests but in case that you are, i'd love to see an angsty one with idol!scoups, maybe one where they fight ??? and cheol has to go on tour or work or something so they're not okay for quite a while and make up once he gets home :(((

Silent Apologies | idol!Scoups x Reader | angst, fluff

The argument had started over something small—something stupid, really—but it had escalated far beyond what either of them expected.

"You always do this, Seungcheol!" Y/N's voice wavered with frustration as she stood in the middle of their living room, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You shut me out, and then you expect me to just be okay with it!"

Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair, his patience already frayed. "Because I don’t want to fight with you, Y/N! I’m exhausted, I have so much on my plate, and the last thing I need is another argument!"

"So what? You think I don’t get tired too? That I don’t have feelings?" Her voice cracked slightly, but she refused to let it show any weakness. "You act like you're the only one who has problems, but you're never here anymore!"

His jaw clenched. "You knew what you were getting into when we started this! My schedule isn’t something I can just change!"

"I'm not asking you to change it, Seungcheol! I'm asking you to at least talk to me about it instead of pushing me away!"

He exhaled sharply, looking away. "I can't do this right now."

Y/N scoffed, hurt flashing across her face. "Of course you can’t. You always run away the second things get hard."

That was the last straw. His temper snapped. "You think I run away? I do everything I can to keep this together! I'm trying my best, Y/N! But maybe my best isn't enough for you!"

Silence followed his outburst, thick and suffocating. The words hung between them like a wound neither could take back. Y/N swallowed, blinking away the sting in her eyes. "Maybe it’s not."

The finality in her voice made Seungcheol’s stomach drop, but he was too proud—too angry—to reach for her. Instead, he turned on his heel, grabbing his jacket. "I have a flight to catch."

Y/N watched as he walked to the door. "Fine. Go."

The door slammed behind him.

The flight to Indonesia felt longer than it should have. Seungcheol sat in his seat, staring blankly at the screen in front of him, but all he could think about was her. The look in her eyes before he left. The way her voice had cracked. The way he had let his anger win instead of fixing things.

His chest ached with regret.

By the time the concert rolled around, he was running on autopilot. His members noticed. His energy was off. His mind wasn’t there. Even as he stood in front of thousands of fans, singing and dancing like he’d done a hundred times before, his heart wasn’t in it. Because his heart was somewhere else.

With her.

When the final song ended and the cheers filled the venue, Seungcheol barely let the sound settle before he rushed backstage. He ignored the cameras, the staff, the lingering adrenaline. He needed to get home.

Y/N had spent the last two days drowning in her own guilt. She hated the way they had left things, hated the last words they had exchanged.

What if something happened to him while he was away? What if those words were the last thing they ever said to each other?

The thought alone had made her sick to her stomach. So, instead of wallowing in regret, she did what she could to make things right. She cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, made sure everything was perfect. And then, she cooked. She made all of Seungcheol’s favorite dishes, the ones he always craved after long flights. Because she knew that he would come back to her.

And then, as if her heart had called out to him, the front door swung open.

Seungcheol stood there, exhausted and breathless, his suitcase slipping from his fingers and hitting the floor with a dull thud. But Y/N didn’t care about that.

She ran to him.

His arms were around her in seconds, crushing her against his chest as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. "I'm so sorry," he murmured into her hair. "I shouldn't have left like that. I shouldn't have said what I did."

Tears pricked at her eyes as she buried her face in his shoulder. "I was so worried about you. I hated the way we ended things."

"Me too," he admitted, pulling back just enough to cup her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, his gaze soft but filled with remorse. "I never want to fight like that again."

She nodded, leaning into his touch. "Me neither."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the kitchen. "Come on, I made your favorite."

Seungcheol's eyes softened even more when he saw the food on the table. "You really made all this?"

She bit her lip, suddenly shy. "I just… I wanted to do something for you."

His heart swelled with affection. "You didn’t have to, but thank you."

They sat down together, the tension of the past few days melting away as they ate. Seungcheol kept reaching for her hand between bites, as if he needed to remind himself that she was still there, that they were okay.

And they were.

Because no matter how bad the fights got, no matter how far apart they were, they always found their way back to each other.

[purinfelix]

winning is my trademark!! ˎˊ˗

──────── aka your 'strategy' to getting with enhypen boys || fluff, headcanons, ft: all members

a/n: had this idea rattling around in my brain recently since I've been listening to stragey by twice a lot (meghan thee stallion i would die for you) and i thought it was really cute to write !! so i hope you guys think the same <333

✶⋆.˚ lee heeseung : praise him

Heeseung is a pretty reserved guy - but especially when he's around someone he likes

He'll get so shy that he's hyper-aware of showing off because he doesn't want to come off as cocky!

Even normally, his talents go unacknowledged so whenever you get the choice be sure to point them out and compliment him!

"Heeseung, your singing voice is so nice, could I hear it again?"

"Wow, you're pretty much good at everything, huh?"

Do it in a way that shows that not only do you notice him, but you're also impressed by him

At first, it might fluster him because he isn't used to such straightforward praises but if you let him know you find it cool he'll definitely show off a little

And who knows, if you're lucky enough you might even get to see a little bit of his cocky side if he gets confident enough

✶⋆.˚ park jongseong : look after him

It's no surprise to pretty much anyone who knows Jay that he's a really observant person who likes to take care of other people a lot

So, a sure-fire way to his heart is to make sure he gets taken care of in return!

It doesn't happen a lot, so even something as small as buying him snacks you know he likes or asking him if he's eating regularly is sure to give him butterflies

He definitely won't outright acknowledge it - mostly because he's afraid of taking your kind acts as something they're not, but the more you do them the more he'll catch on

Once you get closer try out small caring touches like tucking his hair away from his face when he's eating, or gently moving him out of the way of things

It tells him that, even if you might not say it directly, you're looking out for him in the same way he does for others - it makes him feel appreciated !! :((

Oh and if he ever gets sick be sure to insist on sticking by his side (almost annoyingly so) and maybe even cook him up a meal or two to seal the deal

✶⋆.˚ sim jake : cling to him (or let him cling to you)

It's pretty obvious that Jake is a clingy person with anyone from his closest friends to people he's just me - but if he likes you he'll definitely feel the need to stick around you even more than usual

The only issue is that he'll become even more conscious of how this might annoy you or be too much if he's constantly trailing around you :((

So you need to let him know it's okay!

Invite him to do things with you, even if they're small errands like just getting your groceries because it tells him that you enjoy his company no matter what!

Pulling on his shirt to get his attention or holding onto his arm to keep him close works well too - physical touch is defs his love language

And don't ever try to stop him from following you around or sitting too close

✶⋆.˚ park sunghoon : depend on him

It's no secret that Sunghoon is a man of little words, especially when he likes someone and is a little too shy to say it

His love language is definitely acts of service, and he wants so badly to do things for you, but poor boy is afraid of seeming like too much or coming across as pushy

So call on him whenever you need help - even if its something as small as getting him to open snacks for you, or helping you out with a question

Even if it's something you could probably do faster yourself, letting him know that you're willing to accept his help regardless will melt his heart

It also tells him that you see him as someone reliable and trustworthy which definitely boosts his confidence to talk and get to know you

He likes feeling useful and showing his affection by doing things for you, so if you give him the opportunity to, he'll definitely take it happily

✶⋆.˚ kim sunoo : agree with him

Having conversations with Sunoo is something that probably comes easily to the two of you given how talkative he is

However, the way to step it up is to agree with him whenever possible and bond over things you guys have in common

He's pretty opinionated about things - even topics like your favourite kind of weather or ice cream flavour can actually mean a lot to him!

It isn't that you have to mindlessly go along with everything he says or agree with every tiny point he makes

It's more that understanding his point of view on things is really touching, and helps him feel seen and heard!

And if you disagree make it an effort to hear him out on his reasoning and maybe even promise to give his recommendations a go

✶⋆.˚ yang jungwon : tease him

Just like a cat, Jungwon's love can be a little hard to win over especially since it's difficult to walk the line between friendship and more with him

One way to make it clear how you feel though, is to tease him in a way that borders on flirtation just enough to make him question it

This will keep you in his thoughts, and keep him curious for more

Mock him lightly or disagree with him for the sake of light-hearted bickering

If you get the chance challenge him to silly competitions ("Bet I can finish my rice faster than you.")

It's this kind of competitive yet playful tension that tugs at his heartstrings in an intriguing way - and will make sure he doesn't think of you as just a friend

✶⋆.˚ nishimura riki: listen to him

Despite his attempts at seeming mysterious and nonchalant, Niki's really a big softie inside - but he isn't going to just let you in easily

You have to show him that you really want to get to know him

If you're in a group make it clear that you're listening to him, eye contact and body language is the key, plus he's really good at reading it too!

Lean towards him, raise your brows to urge him to continue

Remember things he mentions to ask him about again later, hear him out and ask him questions to keep him talking

Before either of you realise it he's had an entire conversation with you about something he didn't even realise was bothering him

But realising that you're someone he can really trust and finds easy to talk to is the way to Niki's heart!

[servndipityz]

I love the stuff you write on namgyu! I was wondering if you could write something like a jealous namgyu x reader? Maybe reader has something going on with one of the players and namgyu finds himself cursing at it daily, he finds reader and whatever player kissing at night and he decides to do something about it? I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense. English is not my first language. :( 💓

a/n ── ugh i'm not too happy with how this one turned out... anyway thank u sm for requesting and being patient, i hope u really like it! as for everyone that has requested and hasn't seen me post it yet, TRUST i will, i'm just extremely busy, so it'll take some time :)

ALLIES AND ENEMIES

warnings ── jealousy? dae-ho and reader are exs

word count ── 3.6k

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"you okay?" you asked dae-ho, your gaze lingering on the small bloodstain on his shirt.

"uh… yeah," he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. "nothing a marine can't handle." he smiled, his tone light, though the smile didn't quite hold. it was an awkward kind of conversation, after all.

"that's good," you replied curtly, still smiling. "well, uh..." you trailed off.

"do you wanna stay and eat with us?" he interrupted, glancing toward the group he'd played the pentathlon with. "young-il's a bit grumpy, but he's nice enough when—"

"thanks, but no." you shook your head, already thinking about your own grumpy team, who were probably watching from across the room. dae-ho's gaze flickered for a second. "i think it's better if we keep our distance."

he nodded slightly. you'd talked about this before, and you were right. these were life-or-death games—you weren’t about to team up with your ex. if what they said was true and only one person could make it out in the end, maybe the best you could hope for was that the other got taken out before either of you had to watch. as cynical as it sounded.

"okay… take care," he said, still a little unconvinced but knowing it was the best option.

"yeah," you muttered, turning to walk over to thanos, se-mi, min-su, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu on the other side of the room.

you weren’t sure what was weirder—playing children’s games to survive or running into your ex here. you and dae-ho had dated a long time ago, back when you were in high school and could still afford to dream.

now, you couldn't afford anything, really. that’s why you were here.

you and dae-ho had ended on good terms—high school ended, he enlisted in the marines, you went on with your life, which clearly hadn’t ended well for either of you. you’d almost not recognized the scrawny boy you left behind when you ran into him at the games. but even though you didn’t love him anymore—if you ever had, you were seventeen—you still cared. a lot.

he was a good person. so you’d resolved to check in on him when you could. and keep your distance. just in case.

"hey," you said as you reached your group, plopping down on one of the stairs where they were eating.

"heyyy," thanos said in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows. you frowned.

"what?" you asked, though you had a pretty good idea.

"oh, nothing, nothing." thanos smirked, glancing at min-su. "right, min-su?"

min-su shook his head frantically, eager to go along with whatever thanos was up to. thanos dapped him up while you rolled your eyes.

"you know him?" se-mi asked, resting her head on her palm, looking at you without much interest. she pointed toward dae-ho with her chin.

"uh, yeah." you shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.

"you shouldn't talk to him." nam-gyu spoke up, not even looking at you—just staring at dae-ho in the distance, his tone flat and dismissive.

"why? he's a friend," you huffed. as far as you were concerned, any ally in this place was a good thing.

nam-gyu just turned his head away further, like talking to you was too much effort.

"i bet he's more than a friend," thanos said, clearly entertained.

you frowned. "well, maybe if you didn't bet so much, you wouldn't be here," you shot back, annoyed—though you weren't sure if it was because he was right.

gyeong-su scooted closer. "how do you know him?"

"uhm, we dated for a bit..." you started, but nam-gyu cut you off.

"great. that's exactly what we need," he muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

you turned to him sharply. "and what's that supposed to mean?"

he still wouldn’t look at you, calmly turning his whole body the other way.

"isn't it better to have allies?" you asked, looking around at the group for back up.

"sure," nam-gyu finally said, standing up and meeting your gaze. "maybe just not ones you’ve fucked."

and with that, he walked off toward the bathrooms—or god knows where. you didn’t care, as long as he disappeared from your sight.

you were shocked, but not exactly surprised. he'd been like this ever since the games began. sometimes, one could almost believe he cared about you—or something close to it. the way he always kept an eye on you, always stayed close during the games. but that was only sometimes, and it had to be a false impression, because the rest of the time he did nothing but pester you.

especially whenever you talked with dae-ho.

he’d been lucky enough to witness your reunion, and though he hadn’t said a word about it until now, it was clear he wasn’t amused—far from it. every time you checked on dae-ho, or so much as looked at him, nam-gyu’s mood seemed to darken, if that was even possible.

why? you weren’t sure. dae-ho had never even spoken to him, yet nam-gyu seemed insistent on keeping him out of sight. you'd understand if dae-ho had tried to sabotage your group during the games, started a fight, anything—but he hadn’t. not once.

maybe nam-gyu was just too paranoid for his own good. maybe it was the drugs.

but if you thought it was bad, that was just the beginning of it.

it started small. a little comment here and there. a sarcastic remark when you walked back from talking to dae-ho. a passive-aggressive glance when he caught you looking his way. nothing big, nothing worth fighting over.

then, it got worse.

like the way nam-gyu started questioning your every move in the games, as if checking in on dae-ho made you a liability. like the way he made sure you were always next to him when plans were made, like he didn’t trust you on your own anymore.

nam-gyu saw things differently than you did. he couldn't afford you getting distracted during a game and getting yourself—no, the whole group—killed. he told himself that was the only reason his blood boiled the way it did. because dae-ho was a threat. and what if you decided to switch teams and go with him? then nam-gyu's team would be too small, and who knew what chances they'd have at survival.

that's what he told himself.

besides, he didn’t see what you saw in him. long hair? nam-gyu’s was long too, and he didn’t need to wear a fuckass ponytail. and sure, dae-ho was a marine, but so what? he had a tattoo for it—big deal. nam-gyu had a tattoo too. maybe not of the marines, but… who cared?

he found himself wondering when you had dated. was it recent? had he broken your heart? had you broken his? not that he cared. but at least it was something to think about while lying awake at night.

the first time nam-gyu really thought about killing dae-ho, it wasn’t even in a game. he was just watching. just sitting there, chewing a stale piece of bread, listening to you laugh at something dae-ho said. it wasn’t even a good laugh—the kind you let slip when something actually got to you. it was just polite. half-hearted. but it was still too much.

nam-gyu didn’t get it. it wasn’t just that you were too soft about this whole thing—too trusting, too willing to think anyone was still a “friend” in a place like this. it was that you were soft about him. dae-ho. the ex-boyfriend. the marine. the guy who, for some reason, you still cared about.

it was annoying. distracting. unnecessary.

and, if nam-gyu was being completely honest with himself—which he wasn’t—it made him feel something dangerously close to jealousy.

not that he cared who you talked to. he just didn’t want you getting attached to someone who might, at best, drag you down or, at worst, be the reason you didn’t make it out. that was all. that’s what he told himself as he sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, watching you with narrowed eyes.

you weren’t paying attention to him. of course not. you were still sitting with dae-ho, still talking like it was a normal conversation and not a literal countdown to one of you getting eliminated.

and nam-gyu hated that he noticed how easy you looked with him. like being around him still made you comfortable. safe.

you didn’t act like that around nam-gyu.

you acted like he was a headache. like he was some problem you had to deal with. a nuisance, at best. and sure, he was an asshole, and he knew it, but that wasn’t the point. the point was you didn’t look at him the way you looked at dae-ho.

and for some goddamn reason, that pissed him off.

but what pissed him off even more—if that was even possible—was when dae-ho voted X. he voted to leave the games. what did he think, that he could just walk out the easy way, money in his hand and a pretty girl under his arm?

not pretty—average. or whatever. it didn’t matter. anyway, even though half the players had voted to go, nam-gyu didn’t particularly care for any of them. except one.

“you’re fucking joking,” he snapped, turning to you as the screen flashed blue, adding yet another X vote.

you frowned. “what?”

he looked at you like it was your fault. “your fucking boyfriend voting to go.” he rolled his eyes, tone dry and cutting. “has he convinced you too? you gonna betray us?” he stepped in closer, gaze sharp.

your jaw tensed, fire flashing in your eyes as you took a step forward too. you were getting pretty tired of nam-gyu's antics when it came to dae-ho. “how can you be such an asshole?” you shot back, voice firm. “i need the money too, idiot. i’m not going anywhere. and he’s not my boyfriend.”

nam-gyu let out a scoff, but there was something too quick about it, something brittle. “who knows, you spend so much time with him, he may as well have manipulated you.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, please. not everything is some mind game, nam-gyu. maybe he just doesn’t wanna fucking die.”

he let out a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. “yeah? and what, you think i do? none of us wanna die. but some of us don’t get the luxury of walking out.”

“i never said i was leaving.” your eyes bore into his. “you’re putting words in my mouth just so you can be mad.”

he scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah? you sure about that? ‘cause you sure looked real cozy with him earlier. whispering, giggling—what, were you planning your great escape together?”

you groaned, rubbing your temples. “oh my god, you’re impossible. i was talking to him because, unlike you, he actually listens instead of just picking fights for no reason.”

his nostrils flared. “for no reason?”

“yeah! no fucking reason!” you threw your arms up. “i swear, it’s like you want me to be the villain here just so you can feel justified in whatever weird, possessive meltdown you’re having.”

nam-gyu’s jaw clenched. “possessive? oh, give me a fucking break.”

but he didn’t deny it.

you gave him a look. “just be thankful i’m in a shit load of debt, because if this is your way of convincing me to stay, you’re making me wanna go so i don’t have to look at your stupid face.”

his mouth twitched, something sharp and wounded flashing across his face before he masked it with irritation. “whatever, i don’t wanna fucking see your stupid face either.”

he took a step back, eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before he turned sharply, heading toward the beds. his shoulders were stiff, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

and on his way, he made sure to bump into dae-ho. softly enough to seem like an accident, but strong enough to hurt. just the way he was.

you scoffed, shaking your head as you turned away from nam-gyu. there was no point in arguing with him when he was like this—irritated, petty, practically looking for a reason to fight. you weren’t going to give him one.

instead, you exhaled through your nose, pressing down the frustration bubbling in your chest. it was late. there was no reason to be wasting energy on this.

soon, the voting was over, and one by one, the others shuffled off to their beds, some mumbling half-hearted goodnights, others just collapsing into their bunks without a word. you did the same, settling in before trying to drift off and rest for the next day.

but you couldn't sleep. after what felt like an eternity, you shifted your eyes across the room. you weren’t the only one still awake.

on the other corner, dae-ho’s group looked tense. some were whispering, others just staring at the floor, lost in thought. it made sense—most of them had voted to leave, and now they had to survive yet another day. it was hard to blame them for being anxious.

dae-ho himself sat a little apart from the others, elbows on his knees, gaze distant. something about the way his shoulders slumped made you frown.

you sighed. even after everything, you still cared. it wasn’t something you could just turn off.

so, you got up, padding quietly over to him. the room was mostly dark, save for the dim emergency lights casting a sickly glow over everything. everyone else was asleep—or at least pretending to be. well, everyone except one person.

you could feel nam-gyu’s eyes on you.

you ignored him.

“hey,” you murmured as you sat down beside dae-ho.

he blinked, then turned to you, lips pressing together in a tired smile. “hey.”

“you alright?”

he let out a quiet chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “as alright as i can be in a place like this.”

you nodded. “yeah.”

a beat of silence stretched between you two. it wasn’t uncomfortable, though. it was familiar. dae-ho had always been like this—never rushing to fill the quiet, never speaking just to speak. it was one of the things you’d liked about him.

"don't you wanna leave too?" he finally asked.

you wanted to say that you did, of course you did. but it wasn't like you had a choice. "i can't." you just said.

he nodded, looking away momentarily.

“i don’t regret voting to stay,” you said eventually, voice soft. “but i do regret that you’re still stuck here.”

you turned your head slightly to look at him. his expression was unreadable, eyes locked on yours in the dim light. you should’ve looked away. you should’ve changed the subject, should’ve stood up, should’ve—

his lips were on yours before you could think twice.

it was sudden, unexpected, and for a second, you froze.

it wasn’t that it was bad—it wasn’t. it was familiar, and maybe in some other time, some other place, you would’ve leaned into it. but not here. not now.

you pulled back, your hands finding his chest and gently pushing him away. “dae-ho—”

“sorry.” he barely let you finish before he was shaking his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “that was—sorry. i wasn’t thinking.”

you swallowed, nodding. “it’s fine. just… not right now.”

he exhaled, giving you a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah. i get it.”

from the other side of the room, you heard a sharp scoff.

you turned just in time to see nam-gyu standing up. his face was unreadable, but his movements were stiff, tense. he didn’t say anything as he walked straight toward you, but you could feel the weight of his stare.

before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you up to your feet.

“what the hell?” you yanked your arm back, glaring at him.

“you're going to bed.” his voice was low, quiet, but firm. he didn’t look at dae-ho. not once.

you scowled, glancing back at dae-ho, who just sat there, jaw clenched. the tension between them was thick, suffocating. the last thing you wanted was for it to escalate.

so, you let nam-gyu pull you away.

his grip loosened once you were far enough from the others, but you could still feel the heat of his hand against your skin as you walked beside him. the flickering emergency lights cast dim shadows on the floor, stretching between you, neither of you speaking as you passed row after row of beds.

the second you reached yours, you yanked your wrist from his grip and crossed your arms. “you always do this.”

he didn’t stop walking until he was at his own bed—right next to yours. he sat down heavily on the edge, elbows resting on his knees, but his eyes never left you.

“do what?” he asked, like he was uninterested in whatever you had to say.

“act like—” you huffed, shaking your head. “like some guard dog whenever dae-ho’s around. it’s weird, nam-gyu. it’s fucking weird.”

his eyes flashed, something sharp behind them. “oh, i’m sorry. didn’t realize i was interrupting something important.”

“you weren’t.” you frowned, glancing over your shoulder. “i just—”

“just what?” nam-gyu’s voice was low, tight. the sharp cut of it sent something cold down your spine, though you refused to let it show. “just needed one last moment with your boyfriend before he gets himself killed?”

your hands clenched at your sides, frustration burning in your stomach as you turned back to him. he sat there, his knee almost brushing against yours, the dim light catching on the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for something, hold something, break something.

you exhaled sharply through your nose, fingers curling into your sleeves as you turned back to him. “you’re fucking insufferable.”

he scoffed, crossing his arms like that somehow made him look less defensive. “and you’re naive. you think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus the second it benefits him?”

“he’s not like that.”

“oh, please.” nam-gyu rolled his eyes. “you’re smarter than this.”

your jaw tensed. “you don’t know him.”

“and you do?” he tilted his head, tone mocking. “because from where i’m standing, it looks like he already walked away once.”

the words hit harder than you wanted them to. you felt your stomach twist, your throat tightening around something bitter. it wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before—how things ended, how fast they fell apart. but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t—

“fuck you.” your voice was quieter now. “you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to act like you give a shit.”

nam-gyu’s expression flickered, for just a second, before that familiar frown slid back into place, sharp and infuriating. “you think i give a shit?” he shook his head. “trust me, i don’t lose sleep over your little romance novel.”

your stomach burned with frustration, your nails pressed half-moons into your skin as you leaned forward, close enough that the space between you barely existed anymore. his gaze held steady, unreadable, but his fingers twitched again, gripping the edge of his blanket like he needed something solid to hold onto. “then what the fuck is your problem?”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just stared at you, unblinking, like he was waiting for you to figure it out yourself. and you hated that. hated the way your heart beat too fast in your chest, the way his gaze made your skin too hot, too tight.

“i get that you’re an asshole,” you continued, voice dropping lower, more controlled. “but you can’t actually be such an asshole. you push me away, you pick fights, you act like i’m some liability, but then you’re always fucking there.” your hands clenched at your sides. “so which is it, nam-gyu? do you want me gone, or do you want me close?”

his throat bobbed. he looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable shifting in his expression. and then he exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his posture shifting just slightly—less rigid, less closed off.

“i don’t want you to die.”

it was quiet. almost too quiet, barely above a murmur. but you heard it. and judging by the way he tensed right after, so did he.

you stared at him, heartbeat drumming against your ribs, searching his face for some kind of joke, some kind of smirk, some kind of—

but there was nothing. just him. just this.

nam-gyu clicked his tongue, turning his head away like that would somehow erase what just happened. “forget it.”

you didn’t move. you just watched him, the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands curled into fists like he was angry at himself. and maybe he was. maybe you were too.

but for once, you didn’t feel like fighting him.

so you sighed, shaking your head, before laying back on your bed. the mattress dipped as you layed down, the rough fabric of the blanket cool under your fingers. “you’re impossible.”

nam-gyu didn’t answer. he just exhaled sharply through his nose, like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. instead, he shifted, turning away as he laid down on his bed. the faint rustle of fabric filled the quiet as he pulled his own blanket over him, his back facing you.

but as you settled in, you felt it—just barely. the subtle creak of his mattress. the shift of his weight as he scooted back, inching just a little closer to yours.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so…

Maybe like 90s era James, he’s being all sweet but also so rough with you and you’ve been married to him for awhile and he finally wants to get you pregnant?? And like in the end he puts a plug in to make sure none of his cum falls out?

Just a random mash of ideas 😭

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You always wanted kids, they were just so cute and squishy, and you knew James would be a great dad. However, between touring and Lars being Lars, he didn’t know if it was the right move, so you held off for a long time.

You didn’t have forever, James knew that, you knew it better than anyone. You talked about it more and more frequently, but Metallica was touring so it was all over the phone and often those calls would end with James snoring and you having to hang up.

Now, you were sitting in the living room, waiting for James to get back from the airport. You heard his keys in the door, his bags landing with a few thumps as he dropped them. You looked over the back of the couch to watch James as he staggered over to you, he looked tired but more than anything there was a darkness in his eyes that you recognized from your years together.

He fell back next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his side. He leaned his head back on the couch and let out a heavy sigh. “Tired?” You asked, already reaching over to undo his jeans. He didn’t stop you and just gave a small nod.

“I’ve been thinking a lot.” He mumbled, adjusting himself so you could palm him through his boxers after you got his zipper down. “I wouldn’t be a great dad, you know?” He said, making you pause.

You looked up at him, brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean? You’d be a great dad, Jamie.” You moved to sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. “What makes you say you wouldn’t?”

James shrugged, accepting your little affectionate touches. “My dad walked out, my mom died, I moved in with my brother and he was… a brother.” He explained. “I didn’t think I’d be a good dad.” You couldn’t hide your expressions. This is what was keeping you from your dream life? You had the perfect man, financial stability, a great backyard. To you, everything was perfect. “But,” he continued, smiling when he saw you perk up at the news, “some of the crew brought their kids along.”

You waited for him to say more, anything else to add to that cliffhanger. “You-you’d be a great dad, Jamie, you know that.” James' smile widened and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he could litter kisses all over your face.

“They gave their kids to me whenever they needed someone to watch them.” He explained. “And… you know, I love you, you’re not getting any younger, though you look it.” You chuckled at his compliments, hiding your blushing face in his neck. “I’ve been away for quite awhile… how is it that we always celebrate tours?”

You didn’t need to respond. James lifted you up and carried you to your shared room, tossing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you, his lips locked on yours.

He tugged your pants down along with your panties, you always made sure to wear something nice underneath for James but you kept your comfies on over top since he was usually exhausted. You were pretty sure he was no better now, he just had more pressing matters to focus on.

His hands were cold as they slid under your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the ground. His own clothes followed shortly behind, his lips barely leaving yours.

His kisses trailed down your body, placing open mouth kisses just above your cunt. “James.” You purred, voice coming out all airy.

He moved back up your body so he was hovering over you, holding himself on his elbows planted on either side of your head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He mumbled, kissing along your neck while aligning his throbbing tip with your needy cunt.

He pushed into you in a single thrust, a low groan leaving him as he did. Your jaw dropped as he stretched you out, the familiar sting making your stomach twist. Of course he knew just the angle to drive you insane, he smiled down at you as he adjusted himself, listening for that little squeak you made when he hit it.

He stared down at your stomach, eyeing the bulge that formed. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, sweetheart.” He gleamed. “All swollen, pregnant…” His mind wandered to thoughts of you with his babies, one on your hip while the other hid behind your leg, maybe a third baby bump for the next.

His hips snapped up into yours, the start of an onslaught to your neglected cunt. James’s muscles tightened and relaxed, you watched in close detail as his body rocked into yours, making you bounce on the bed.

James let out a rough growl and leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth, lip encircling your nipple as he sucked and flicked the sensitive bun with the tip of his tongue, eyes on you the whole time and watching you fall apart so easily.

He cupped your other breast in his big hand, pinching and tweaking your nipple in his calloused fingers. Your back arched, you did your best to look at him but the pleasure he forced on you made it hard to not throw your head back.

“James!” You moaned. “James, m’so-m’so close!” He just stared at you, not changing anything about what he was doing to you, letting your high wash over you, the warmth that spread over your body, legs shaking on either side of him as he continued to rut ruthlessly into you.

A moan escaped him when you clenched around him. It had been too long since he felt you cumming on his cock, since he felt your gummy walls fluttering around him.

His high was quickly coming up on him, thrusts losing their rhythm as he mumbled something about babies. “Gonna fill you up so good, gonna-gonna get you all fat and-and- fuck!” With a few final thrusts he spilled himself into you, but he didn’t stop.

Your body was sensitive, cunt all puffy and used as his cock dragged against it, making you whine. “James- Jamie…” You looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pout.

James shook his head with a grunt. “M’not done yet.” He muttered, using his own cum as lube. “Not done until- till I’m sure…”

[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Performance Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt performance unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 2/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. It's a bit late but I've been resting a lot since I was sick ;-; hope you enjoy it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jun. Treasure hunting.

He’s the most unpredictable person you’ve ever met, but it was very unexpected, even for him. Now is you and your messed shared apartment, looking for a “treasure” that he just hid somewhere.

As you stepped into your shared apartment, all you could do was gasp in annoyance. “What the hell…? Jun!”

“Good evening, adventurer” Jun said with an elegantly fake voice. “And welcome to the treasure hunting”.

You deadpanned at Jun, and he broke his character into a shy laugh.

“Hi babe” he greeted you with a playful kiss. “I just wanted to do something… Different”.

“Like what? Do a romantic cleaning in the apartment?” you raised an eyebrow. “Why is there so much… Confetti? And why are clothes scattered all over the room?”

“That’s because I need to distract you from the treasure” Jun grinned at you, “I hid a gift for you, somewhere. And it’s your duty to search for it”.

You mumbled a laugh. His antics are overwhelming, it’s a bit hard for you to keep his pace, but that playfulness is probably what makes you fall in love with him every single day. Being with Jun is always an adventure.

“Okay, I’ll play your game” you sighed, ready. “Where should I start?”

“Here in my hand, I have a letter with the instructions” He said in solemn voice, but when you tried to reach for it, he took it away from you, “and I will give it to you for the modest price of a warm hug”.

You smiled at him and after paying the due, a fun night of treasure hunting with Jun began.

Hoshi. Karaoke night.

Is there anything better than running out of breath from singing karaoke all night? Probably, doing it with a person that matches your energy, a person that puts a smile on your face. And that’s definitely him.

You find yourself coughing and immediately Soonyoung handed you a glass of water, his eyes locked on you, full of concern. However, before overwhelming you with questions, he waited patiently (on the outside) for you to catch your breath.

“You okay, y/n?” His voice was a little hoarse, but it was also tender and filled with love, “How do you feel?”

“Don’t worry for me” your voice cracked a little between laughter and coughing that quickly subsided, “I’m just… Shit, my throat hurts, I laughed so hard”.

“If you feel unwell, we can go home” he said, putting his hands around your shoulders, but you suddenly stood up, looking at him.

“How dare you!?” microphone in hand, you pointed at him defiantly, “I’m not giving up”

He glanced at you as he stood up, his eyebrow raised. “Are you challenging me? For real!?”

“Fight me, Kwon Soonyoung!”

“Okay, but if I win this time” he pointed at you with his finger, his eyes sparkling with brand new excitement, “you have to give me extra cuddles”.

Tonight you have a concert alongside Hoshi, singing along to your favorite songs in that small karaoke room, and there was no time to think about your hoarse voice. Tomorrow is going to be another day to worry about such mundane things.

Minghao. Painting together.

For him, this is such an intimate activity that enjoys by himself, however, when he proposed to spend the day painting in his workshop, your heart skipped a beat. You know little about this but you have the best teacher you could ask.

“This is… interesting” Hao said, more to himself, but he couldn’t pretend too much. “Uhm, can you please explain me what are you doing?”

“… A beach” you turned to see him with big eyes and a slightly pouty face. You could see him swallowing hard. “This doesn’t look like a beach, right?”

He gave you the most heart-warming smile ever, his hand resting on your back as his thumb caressed your back. “It’s okay, darling. You just need a little more of practice”.

You sighed, putting aside your color palette and staring at your canvas. Spending your valentine’s day doing such a mess wasn’t in your plans, and now you were feeling so blue that you wanted to run away from the workshop.

“Let me help you with this” he took your tools and began to paint on the canvas, “art isn’t easy, it takes time and effort but making the first step is the most important part. Congratulations, you made it”.

You smiled weakly and he brushed his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. Then he turned to the canvas. “Okay. Now, I'll share with you my secrets..."

Dino. Making a scrapbook together.

He has never been good at crafts but it’s a challenge he’s willing to take in order to make you happy, even if it means making a fool of himself (Unintentionally).

“Chan” your eyes narrowed trying to focus on what was in front of you, “What are you doing?”

“I’m asking myself the same thing” Chan pressed his lips together in frustration, “Is the third time.”

You tried not to laugh, but his sulky face was too adorable to pretend it doesn’t make your heart flustered. The heart shaped leaves were stuck to his finger and when you tried to peel them off, this one cracked a little. Chan let out a deep sigh.

“I’m so bad at it”.

“It's your first time, don’t be so hard on yourself”.

You looked at the collage he was doing, there was a photo of you both on the center of the sheet and some lovely phrases around it, written in colored markers. It was kinda messy but also cute, and you couldn’t help but smile at his attempt.

“I think this is perfect” you whispered, your gaze made him soften his own, “why don't you leave it as is?”

“I know I can do better, it’s for us” he took a deep breath, a bright smile lit up his face, “Okay, enough complaining. I can do this!”

“Chan” you covered your mouth trying not to laugh hard, “that’s not the glue, that’s painting”.

“What? Why is there painting here!?”

“You were the one who bought it!”

[lazysoulwriter]

late night drives. - chris sturniolo.

just fluffyyyyyyy with ma baby chris.

send requests if u want to! always open.

I DONT DO SMUTS!!!!!

It’s been a couple of months since you and Chris started your late-night drives, and every single one of them feels like a tiny adventure, one that keeps getting better with time. Ever since he got his driver’s license, it’s been the two of you, just cruising around, living in your little bubble.

The messages always come unexpectedly, like clockwork: “I’ll pick you up in 10.” No matter what time it is, no matter how tired you are, you always find yourself eagerly waiting for him to show up, ready to spend the night together. You love it more than anything.

When he pulls up outside your house, the door opens, and there’s that signature grin of his. He’s already got your iced tea—just the right amount of ice, a little lemon, and not too sweet. You smile, accepting the drink, your hand brushing his as you settle into the passenger seat.

“You know me too well,” you say, sipping the iced tea. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

Chris chuckles, his eyes sparkling as he glances over at you. “I’ve got my ways,” he teases, reaching over to turn up the volume on the stereo. “Besides, I know you better than anyone else. I mean, you practically live off this iced tea.”

You laugh, the sound light and carefree, and as he pulls away, you both fall into that perfect rhythm. There’s no rush, no agenda, just the simplicity of being together. You start singing along to whatever’s playing on the radio—out of tune, but it doesn’t matter. The music, the car, the soft hum of the engine—it’s all so familiar.

“Okay, but you’re way off key,” Chris says with a smirk, nudging you gently. “Maybe I should start a band, just me, and you—The Off-Key Duo.”

You roll your eyes dramatically, but the smile that pulls at your lips gives away that you’re not mad at all. “Well, someone has to keep you in check. You’re the one who can’t hold a tune.”

He bursts out laughing, glancing at you. “You’re lucky I love you” he says, eyes softening as he keeps his focus on the road. But there’s something in the way he says it—like he really means it.

The night passes like this—lighthearted, fun, but there’s a subtle depth to it too. At one point, you stop for food, laughing over random things that don’t really make sense, but to you both, they’re hilarious. You end up in a little diner, munching on fries, playfully arguing over which one of you can finish a milkshake faster.

But tonight? Tonight feels different.

The roads start to empty out, the lights of the city fading as you drive toward a quieter part of town. The air is cool, and you feel this soft, unexpected shift in the atmosphere. It’s around 4 AM now, and the first light of dawn is peeking over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

Chris pulls the car over to the side of the road without a word, turning off the engine. There’s a brief silence as the two of you sit there, the world outside suddenly feeling so peaceful, so still.

He turns to face you, his eyes a little more intense than usual, and your heart skips a beat. The moment feels heavier now, like the weight of everything between you two is hanging in the air.

“Chris, what’s—” you start to say, but he cuts you off gently.

“Listen,” he says softly, his voice uncharacteristically serious. He reaches over, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Your heart races, unsure of what’s coming next. You squeeze his hand, trying to ground yourself. “What do you mean?”

He looks down for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, and then looks back up at you with an expression so sincere, it makes your chest ache.

“I love you,” he says, his voice steady, but there's a vulnerability there, like he’s letting go of something important. “You’re the one. I know it’s only been a couple of months, but when I’m with you, it feels like it’s always been this way. You’re everything to me. No one else matters.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat, a lump forming in your chest. This moment, right here, feels like the most real thing in the world. You blink, trying to keep it together. “Chris,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “I love you too.”

He leans closer, his forehead resting against yours for a brief moment, his breath warm against your skin. There’s no need for more words—everything that matters is already said. But there’s something about hearing him say it that makes your heart feel full in a way you didn’t know was possible.

He pulls back slightly, eyes shining with affection, and grins. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

You laugh softly, the tension melting away, and the next thing you know, he’s kissing you gently, slowly, as if savoring the moment. It’s sweet, full of everything you’ve both been feeling. Every late-night drive, every song, every glance—it all comes together in this kiss.

You pull away, resting your head against the headrest with a content sigh. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever,” you admit, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Chris smiles, his thumb tracing your knuckles again as he glances at you, his voice low. “I think I’ve been waiting too.”

You smile back at him, your heart swelling with something you can’t quite explain. He’s not just saying it—he’s showing you every single day. He’s the one. And you’re the one for him too.

“Can we just date already?” you ask with a playful smirk, raising an eyebrow.

Chris laughs softly, pulling you into another kiss. “You’re already mine,” he murmurs against your lips, the words sealing it in a way that feels more real than anything you’ve ever known.

And in that moment, you know—you’re both exactly where you’re meant to be. Together.

[something-familiar-lost]

I need to learn how to play the guitar so bad. I like music I just never really learned much about it. And I really despise my current music teacher.

[cobrasx]

"SHE HEARD ME SINGING THE SONG AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH ME!" ↳ "lolo in love";; ep. 28

[pikslasrce]

never record yourself singing unless you want to take damage

[good-beans]

💖

[sun-marie]

2 and 10 from the Rook song asks! :]

oooh, thank you for the ask!!

2. What's a song that matches their vibe?

Hmm okay, purely based on vibes, I think I'd say "C'est la Vie" by Weathers

I think it conveys a lot about the hardships in her life and her outlook that they were kind of unavoidable and inevitable, and the loneliness that was created from that. And for whatever reason the instrumental really reminds me of her, in a way I can't really define.

10. Which artist best matches your idea for Rook's voice?

Cami-Cat! Specifically this video, if maybe pitched slightly up?

I really like the raw/rougher quality and the use of chest voice for Lydia, especially since I feel like most of her singing would be leading her crew in sea shanties <3

Songs for Rook! Ask Game

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[piningpercussionist]

ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL

A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE AND THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE

Wow, been a second since I heard that one. That's like... late 60s, right? My dad's played it for me before.

How did the next part go again...?

🎵 Where did Annie go, when she went to town?

Who are all those creeps that she hangs around? 🎵

And then- I think I remember this a bit better, it stuck with me when I was younger-

🎵 All your children are poor unfortunate victims of lies you believe-

A plague upon your ignorance, that keeps the young from the truth they deserve! 🎵

*Kim grins, briefly, seeming rather pleased with herself, despite the relative scratchiness of her mumbled singing.*

Yeah, pretty sure that's how that goes. It's by... Mothers of Invention, right? Or is there a "The" in front of that?

[caramelmochacrow]

Photon Maiden's selection album, 4 Un Voyage, finally released!! Let's go!!!

Here are the songs in order:

FriendShip

4 Challenges (ver. 2023)

We Never Stop (ver. 2023)

Hikari (ver. 2024)

Akatsuki (fruits mix ver. 2024)

OVERCOME (ver. 2023)

Linked Ring (ver. 2023)

Collector

24 (ver. 2024)

Into the storm (ver. 2024)

Be with the world (ver. 2023)

Photon Melodies (ver. 2023)

Begin Again

Platinum (Saki Solo cover)

Dear My Friend (Ibuki Solo cover)

Fansa (Towa Solo Cover)

Let The Show Begin (Noa Solo cover)

Your Love ♡

Happy Happy Friend (Cutopia cover)

Kawaikute Gomen (Cutopia cover)

Photon Melodies (TAKU INOUE Remix ver. 2025)

[sillyabtmusic]

it may come as a surprise to you all but im thinking about kingdom rn