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h4ndwr1tten · 2 years ago

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note - i wrote this bc this is literally me lol. can never clean my room. anyways first post :0

cw - gn!reader but it's implied that reader has slightly long hair (just long enough to tuck behind the ear), mentions of stress, strong language, yelling, crying, hurt/comfort. not proofread too. let me know if i missed anything :)

one thing about you was that you could never clean up your messy room. you never found the motivation or energy too. it wasn't that you were lazy, or, maybe you were, but it's just that you were never really in the best state of mind to do small things like clean. for the most part, you were so stressed with studying and your part time job that all you needed was a break. plus, your loving and caring boyfriend, nanami, always helped clean, offering to organize your desk or put your clothes in the hamper. so you didn't see this as much of an issue.

today, your room was quite messier than usual. this week, it had been messy, but over the course of the days, it had gradually become more crowded with things such as dirty clothes, folded laundry, old papers, and water bottles. you were lying on your stomach and on your bed, scrolling through your instagram feed and waiting for nanami to come home.

not much time had passed when you heard faint familiar footsteps from the hallway. a smile slowly grew on your lips, just like it always did whenever you heard your boyfriend come home. the footsteps became louder by a bit, indicating that he was at your door. just like every other day, he lightly knocked three times, before opening the door and entering your room. you sat up, offering him the warm smile you always did.

but instead of him smiling back at you and crawling onto the bed with you, he was staring at the floor. specifically, the mixed pile of clean and dirty clothes and stacks of unorganized papers. then his eyes wandered elsewhere, to the side of your unmade bed, where folded laundry was found wrinkled and unfolded.

"ken?" you called to him curiously.

there was an unreadable expression on his face, but you could see hints of irritation and frustration through the tiny crease between his brows. was it work that had him like this?

"your room," he spoke after a moment of silence, "is so... fucking messy."

ouch. that stung. you knew that he was right, but it was that he had cursed, which he rarely does, and more importantly, it was his tone. as if he had enough with this nonsense.

"wha—"

"i'm tired of always having to clean this room for you! can't you get up and not be lazy for once? is it that hard to put things away? God!"

nanami was growing red in the face, seething. staring at you, breathing heavily after yelling those harsh words. you could only stare back, his figure blurry thanks to the tears swimming in your eyes. a few more seconds passed before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut too. your eyes were glued to your lap as his words replayed themselves in your head. your sweatpants had grown damp, dotted with drops of tears that had fallen from your eyes.

he had never snapped or yelled at you like this, never yelled at you at all. he always talked things out calmly. so what happened today? you wondered.

maybe you should actually clean. maybe he was truly tired of having to do shit for you.

slowly, and with tears still sliding down your cheeks, you climbed off your bed and began picking things up. choking back sobs as you threw away bottles and old papers. wiping your eyes as you put the clothes in the hamper, not bothering to sort out what was clean and what wasn't. you folded the laundry once again, some of it catching your salty tears. even your desk seemed as good as new, beautifully organized despite your hurt state.

your heart ached and felt heavy in your chest, eyes red and puffy, and your lips swollen because of you pressing them together to keep a sob at bay. you finished folding a blue button up, nanami's blue button up, one he gave you when you were out of shirts to use. looking at it made you cry more, another wave of tears taking over you. you tucked it away with the rest of the clothes, and the room was clean. no more mess. who knew your favorite person finally having enough could motivate you, huh. maybe he should start yelling more often.

three knocks on the door. you didn't want to see him right now. you were embarrassed, ashamed even. and you probably looked terrible in this state.

nanami walked in, peeking his head in and searching for you. he found you in the corner of the room, by neat stack of the re-folded laundry, sitting on the back of your feet with your hands trembling in your lap. your head hung low, hair untucked from behind your ear and covering your face. he stood still for a moment and heard your quiet sniffles, a few brief coughs from how your throat hurt because of the lump in it. his heart broke into a million pieces. he had never, ever wanted to hurt you. but he had a tough day, and he did.

"sweetheart?"

you brought your hands to your face, wiping at your wet cheeks. the sound of footsteps approached you, and you looked away, knowing nanami was going to kneel in front of you.

"hey, look at me? please?" he softly pleaded. you only shook your head, continuing to face away from him.

you then felt his hands gently cupping either side of your jaw, turning you to look at him. a frown instantly crossed his face upon seeing your teary eyes and red cheeks. the sight of him made you want to cry even more, and he knew by the way your eyes watered once again.

"i'm so, so sorry, my love. you don't know how terrible i feel. i had a rough day, but that doesn't excuse the way i treated you. i'm truly so sorry, i hope you know i don't mean it, and that i understand why you keep your room the way it is," he spoke, never once breaking eye contact.

you croaked through sobs, "i'm suh-sorry, ken... i don't wanna b-bother you and make you clean my... my room."

his frown grew deeper and he pulled you in in a warm embrace, cradling your head on his chest and resting his chin on top. carding his fingers through your hair.

"nonono shh, shh, darling," he cooed as you sobbed harder. "you don't bother me, you could never, okay? i enjoy being able to help you as much as i can, i know you need a break from all the studying and work you do."

"but—" you begin, about to apologize once more when nanami cuts in.

"don't apologize, my love. you did nothing wrong," he assured you, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. telling you he was being sincere. "and wow, look, you cleaned your room! even though it was perfect the way it was before. i'm very proud of you, y/n."

he pinched your tear stained cheeks teasingly, but he meant his words with his entire being. you let out a soft laugh, wiping underneath your eye. you sighed, no longer crying. nanami shifted his position so that he could scoop you into his lap, and you huddled closer into him, your temple resting against his shoulder.

"thank you, ken," you muttered, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "for everything. and always cleaning my room for me."

he kissed your forehead and your eyes shut, a smile sitting on your lips. his lips lingered in that same spot for a moment as he replied against your skin, "of course, my love. anything for you."

your smile grew wider, and your hold on each other felt tighter. you truly, truly loved this man, and he loved you.

"now, let's go make dinner?"

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venomous--fics · 3 years ago

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Anon asked: maybe a continuation of the peter b parker kid thing where they finally confront the mom and get the readers things back 😩💞💞

a/n: ask and thou shall receive! this spent so long in the drafts bc i felt so insecure about it tbh, so any feedback is appreciated! I love seeing messages about what you guys think! really keeps me motivated! also, requests are open

Warnings: mentions of past abuse

Peter was sitting at the kitchen table, constantly looking at the clock. It was almost 5pm, you were supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Yes, he keeps track of everyone's schedules, yes he knows the exact second you should be walking through the door. He's already texted you, but maybe you had detention. Nah, you were a good student, he highly doubted you'd have to stay after school.

His phone finally rang, and he was way too quick answering it.

"You okay?"

"I need some help."

"What is it?" he was already out the door.

You sighed, knowing he was probably going to give you an earful later.

"Well, it's a really long story, right.. But my mom showed up after school-"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I think. Anyways, we got into it on the way home, which is no- Not normal." you adjusted how you were sitting, "And since she was dragging me back to the house, I figured I'd just get my crap and come home, right? Makes sense, saves us the tri-"

"She took you without permission?"

"Technically she is my m-...Parent. I guess, y'know, legally she can do whatever- But..Okay." you began to feel bubbles of anxiety and pain and even resentment form deep in your core, "She locked me out." You rubbed your neck.

"Are you," he paused, looking around at all the faces passing by him, "Still there?"

"Yeah. Unfortunately. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? Don't apologize, you didn't do anything."

"I keep causing problems for everyone."

"Not for me. Or Mj."

It was quiet on your end.

"You still there?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"You probably shouldn't."

"Nah, nah." He said, having a sudden wave of anger rush over him, "Let me take care of this."

And true to his word, Peter was there in ten minutes. You hopped up from your spot on the porch as he made his way up to the door and knocked on it as hard as he could. He gave you a reassuring pat on the back.

The door swung open, and your mother seemed awfully surprised and confused to see some random man just standing there. Peter held no emotion has he looked her dead in the eye, "Can we come in."

She opened the door wider so that way you two could step in.

"Go get your stuff." is all Peter said to you.

Wasting no time, and not wanting to be in the middle of a potential argument between the two, you skedaddled to your room. It almost felt like too much to be in there. It looked so empty and barren compared to your room at Peter and Mjs place. Seems really dull. Lifeless, almost. Dust covered every surface, which meant that nobody had ever even bothered to see if you were even still in there.

You heard their voices from the living room, but they seemed so distant, seeing as all you could focus on was every shitty thing that woman put you through.

You remember the day that you got bit. It made you deathly ill, and you just thought you were dying from some sort of allergic reaction to the spider bite. You tried to get her to take you to any doctor or anywhere that could help because all you could seem to see were stars.

Everything then was so loud. Everything was so bright. It was all too much, and you were certain that the reaper was waiting for you. What did she say?

"Suck it up and stop pretending. Everything has to be so dramatic with you."

Or that time you forgot a single item on the shopping list. You got this whole speech about how stupid you had to have been. To forget one item. It was the world's most useless item.

Everything else seemed to play all over again, all at once. Like a waterfall. It should've made you sad. It should've made you cry, or scream.

You recounted all the times you wanted to fight back, or just run away. Leave everything behind and just run until your legs gave out. But you never did. You always found some reason to linger.

The conversation was growing louder where Peter was.

"You aren't going to do this to them ever again. Sign the papers."

You nearly dropped your last belonging on the floor as you scrambled to your door. Papers? He wasn't serious. Well, obviously he was. He just said it.

"Fine. It's not like the-"

"Zip it. Sign the papers."

"Who are you anyways? The law? If so, whatever they've told you is a b-"

"Listen, lady. I didn't ask for any attitude. I told you to sign the papers." he seemed to huff in annoyance, "That doesn't require talking."

"I'm a good mother."

"And I'm the king of France."

"Really. I gave them a good home. I have fed them and kept them warm-"

"Really? You think you did all that? Or are you convincing yourself that you did all that?"

"I am-"

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Ye-"

"I've never said this about anyone, ever. I don't like speaking to or about anyone like this.. Ever, but, you? I think you're a piece of shit."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, look. You finished signing the papers. I'll take those. Thank you."

Realizing that it was your time to go, you stuffed your blanket into your duffel bag and rushed out the door and down the hall. Peter looked at you, expecting to see at least three bags. But he only saw the one.

"Where's the rest of your stuff."

"Uhm," you shuffled around, pretending as thought you dropped some, "This...This is all my stuff."

"That can't be ri-" He laughed a little, and noting the expression on his face, you saw that he was NOT happy. "That? That single duffle bag is all you have? That's it?"

"Yes..." you took a step back, "This is all.."

"I can't believe it." he said, "You're joking! One bag worth of stuff?"

He turned his attention back to your mother, who, for the first time in your life, actually looked like she got caught red handed, "You're pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

"But they're so u-"

"No! No, you don't get to talk anymore. You've done enough."

You awkwardly shuffled behind him, in the event that you two had to make a mad dash out the door. That and you needed to not be seen as you tried to hide your almost evil grin.

"The hell is wrong with you? You have this amazing kid, and THAT'S all you've ever gotten for them? And you sit there and call yourself a mother? Absolutely, without a doubt, bullshit. I'd be ashamed of myself to call myself a father if that's all I've provided for my kid. Don't even get me started on you as a person, we made that clear."

It almost felt cursed to hear him swear, seeing as he made it a point to tell you to not swear. Every time you did, you have to give a quarter to the swear jar. Mj was always on your side, though. She'd say a swear that was much worse and have to pay a dollar. Each word had a value.

"Maybe we should just go." you suggested, tugging on the sleeve of his arm, "She's not worth it anymore."

"She was never worth it, it seems."

You finally made eye contact with her, and the look in her eye. It's like she understood, but was choosing to not do anything about the situation. She could look sorry all she wanted, but you knew she wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. You know that right."

"That means nothing to me."

"I can change."

"If you can change now, that means you could've changed then. You just chose not to."

"But I'm your mother, you should realize how I feel. You should want-"

"You're not my mom. You stopped being my mom the first time you-" You turned towards the door and started walking towards it, "Whatever. You mean nothing to me."

You practically kicked open teh door just to leave, and Peter was right behind you, shouting about how he'd make sure to egg her house everyday, just to piss her off.

"Do you really think I'm amazing?" you asked, the walk home feeling rather quiet.

"I think you're more than that. Just can't put it into words."

"Did you really mean it...That we could egg her house?"

"You want to? There's a store right on the way home."

"How about tomorrow."

"I'll have to clear up my busy schedule. See if I can work in a drive by egging. Well, swing by egging."

"You promise?"

"You kidding? I haven't egged anyone's house since college."

You had so much more you wanted to get off you chest, but you opted to just talk about it at home, with everyone present. You wanted to talk about how you felt about everything, and the papers. Whatever those were. But you were, for the moment, busy laughing about Peter's story about how he used to Egg this one reporters house. Someone named Jonah.

You wonder if Jonah ever put two and two together.

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ikissjude · 3 years ago

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enhypen’s reaction to s/o doing their makeup

genre fluff, crack-ish. warnings cursing. word count 1.4k

— a/n: hey y’all i’m finally back! to whoever requested i am SO sorry for the long wait, i seriously was lacking motivation but i found it just for you 🥺 i hope you all enjoy and sorry it’s a bit long!!

♡ — LEE HEESEUNG

is a bit shocked

“you want to do what?”

i don’t think he necessarily hates the idea

he’s just wondering why you want to do it

but he also doesn’t mind!

anything for you 🥺

so of course he lets you do his makeup!

he thinks of it as a bit of bonding time

the whole time it was filled with giggles

hee just couldn’t keep a straight face bc of how close you were

and with the way the brushes tickled his face

“hee stop moving around so much”

“i’m sorry! it tickles though, you’re so gentle”

almost a bit of a disaster when it came to his eyes bc he was trying not to laugh

luckily you were able to pull off a fantastic cat eye without poking his eyes out

kept trying to kiss you when you focused on his lips

idek how you were able to put the gloss on smh props to you 🙏🏾

rest of the members under the cut!

♡ — PARK JONGSEONG

“no.”

“oh come on seongie”

“i said no.”

he ,, doesn’t want it.

/hj he’s just a bit too skeptical

you definitely have to convince him

i think he’s just more worried about the teasing

especially since he didn’t know if you planned on sending photos to the members

but in the end you finally convince him to let you do it

“please it’ll be so much fun and you’ll look so pretty 🥺”

“……..fine”

omg you’re grabbing your supplies in a heartbeat

“you better not send pictures to the boys, i’ll never be able to live it down

“oh quiet, you will look so pretty just wait”

would try and fluster you by staring deep into your eyes whenever you got close

and tbh it worked 🙄

“no way you’re putting that on me, it’s too sticky”

“it’s either lip gloss or lipstick mister 😐”

“……… lipstick please.”

you finished and omg you have created a masterpiece

and you know you did well bc mr park jongseong over here was checking himself out

“not bad, y/n. i look pretty good”

“i told you, you big baby”

♡ — SIM JAEYUN

very giddy and giggly

he’s also a bit caught off guard since it was such a sudden request

“you wanna put makeup ,, on ,, me?”

but thinking about it made him smile

how close the two of you would be while putting eyeliner on him 😳

hell yeah he’s down for it!

he might also be a bit of a tease

if you wanted to be close to him so badly all you had to do was ask 😫

made you sit on his lap 😵‍💫

when i tell you he’s a giggly mess i mean it

“why are you laughing so much, you do this all the time”

“well it’s different, because you’re doing it”

very patient and very still

bc he’s a good boy who listens to his s/o 🙏🏾

you guys would talk about random things

and he would also compliment your skills even if he can’t see what you’ve done yet

would also make suggestions on what he wanted done !!

“can you do my lips like how you do yours?”

when you’re done he’s very surprised

“i look so good!! wow you’re really amazing at makeup”

y’all take so many selfies together after bc he’s proud of your work and happy with how he looks

♡ — PARK SUNGHOON

i think he would also be skeptical but not like jongseong level skeptical

if i had to rank it he would be 3rd

he also thinks the request is sudden

“but… why tho….”

“why not? i wanna practice and you would also look so pretty”

but i also think he would want to say no and before he does

you have this look in your eyes and he would just HATE to disappoint you

“alright, you can do my makeup”

you’re so excited you just pepper kisses all over his face

he gets all red bc you’re so giggly and happy

it’s so cute to him

i think he would also try and fluster you but it wouldn’t work

bc you’re so close that it flusters HIM

“hoon why are you so red?? i’m not that close to you”

“ah, it’s nothing”

hoonie is a shy kid so having his s/o be as close to him as you were is not something he’s used to

but anyways!

he does fine with the makeup since he’s used to it

but when you do his eyes he kinda fidgets bc he’s scared ur gonna poke his eye out or smthn

when ur done he also doesn’t stop admiring your skills in the mirror

♡ — KIM SUNOO

now you know you don’t even have to ask

tbh he would probably be a bit offended (jokingly) if you had to ASK him

“y/n, you should already know that offer is always on the table 😌”

he would be so excited tho!!

sunoo loves makeup and he likes doing makeup so the thought of his s/o doing his makeup for him 🥺

omg he could burst from excitement

“okay, now what do you have in mind baby?”

“pink hearts 😁 it’s gonna look so pretty on you, just wait”

you guys talk about the most random things while doing his makeup

a few shy giggles here and there

bc you guys find e/o to be so cute

still overthinking why you asked him to do his makeup

“you know you don’t have to ask, right?”

“i know, i just wanted to make sure you were really cool with it”

such a nice bonding moment for you two 🙏🏾

after you’ve finished he excitedly looks in the mirror

and he about loses his mind he’s so AMAZED with your work

“Y/N YOU’RE SO AMAZING THIS IS SO PRETTY”

attacks you with kisses bc he loves your work so much

“kim sunoo! you’re gonna ruin your lips!”

but he does nawt care he just loves you so much

♡ — YANG JUNGWON

takes a minute to process the request

you… wanna do… his makeup…

literally has no thought as to why (mr. yang it’s bc you’re pretty!!)

doesn’t necessarily say no but he’s just hesistant

“ehhh…”

“please, won. just once?”

“i mean…. sure why not?”

the smile on your face after he gave you the okay warms his heart

i think he was just scared you might poke his eye out

however, you’re so gentle ‼️

“what are you planning on doing on me?”

“hm, nothing too extravagant, just something i found on pinterest”

wonie is very quiet and patient while you’re beating his face

tbh he can’t wait to see what you’ve done and would try and peak now and then

“jungwon, no peaking!”

“hehe sorry 😁”

when you’re finally done he’s taken aback

of course, your work is amazing and he looks stunning but..

“y/n, i think we need to talk about your interpretation of not too extravagant”

needless to say you went a bit over the top BUT jungwon promises he absolutely loves it

♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI

ranked 2nd on the skeptical scale

“riki, baby, can i PLEASE do your makeup just once?”

“no.”

“come on, riki, please?”

“okay.”

mf folds so quickly

bc he loves you so much and he doesn’t wanna make you upset

he says no at first bc he wears makeup nearly everyday he’s tired of it ‼️

but he also thought you could do so much more than what he wears on a normal basis

and he got excited thinking about it

“okay since we’re doing this, i want the whole sha-bang! gimme everything you’ve got”

“lashes and everything?”

“lashes and everything.”

“oh bet, say less”

you go to TOWN on his face

lowkey you are treating this like mission impossible

impossible bc it’s somehow so hard for riki to sit still for once 🙄

miraculously you’ve finished

and i think adding the lashes may have turned your boyfriend into a whole different person

“y/n you made me a whole baddie 😫‼️”

“riki u were a baddie to begin with wtf”

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thegeminisage · 2 years ago

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how the hell on earth do you plot out a story. i feel like im beating my head against a wall. please help me thank you thank you xx

hi bestie don’t worry i got you. this is a pretty open ended question so my answer is also gonna be pretty open ended. cuz i dont know if you have a plot problem youre stuck on or if youre just starting out and totally blanking. (i suspect the latter but it’s a fun mystery.) BUT if you want to specify what it is about plotting that is killing your crops and manifesting snakes in ur house, ur welcome back in the askbox anytime, i enjoy talking about this stuff <3 im not gonna put this under a cut bc tumblr is auto-shortening posts these days sorry to anyone who has that feature turned off lol

first if you want to you can read this and this. these are asks i got w/ similar questions which may help! the first one is me detailing the fic writing process from start to finish, including how i put all of my ideas in order once i have a basic idea of all the things i want to happen in a fic which is important if you’re just starting out. the second talks about solving plotholes, and how to get used to thinking of the plot of your story, and the events, and the mechanics of the world, as tiny moving pieces under your control instead of rigid obstacles to write around. i think that’s a big part of what makes plot Work instead of fight with you

ok, with that out of the way, here is the big question: what do you WANT from this fanfic? this one is easy enough, usually. we are writing fic for a reason! most fic is written by people who thought their idea was too good NOT to write or who couldn’t rest until they jotted it down or who wanted something very specific that canon and other fic wasn’t giving them. there is something you want to happen here. what is it? once you know your answer, think of it this way: your plot facilitates that desire.

here’s some examples (taken from my own fics, sorry, it’s just easier):

in anchor, i wanted my teen wolf rarepair to spend lots of time alone together in order to develop a relationship that i felt had more potential, and i also wanted a continuation of teen wolf that didn’t write derek out at the end of season 4 - so i put those two on a road trip at the end of season 4 hunting down derek’s enemy, which gave me my continuation and the alone time and got to follow derek even after he was officially written out

in how arthur got his groove back, i wanted a fic that dealt with the fallout of the episode “the sins of the father” in which everything that happened was covered up and forgotten about, and i also wanted to write a fic with arthur who had magic - so i used a curse that gave everyone magic, but could only be broken by acknowledging the events of the episode instead of letting them stay a secret

in broken road, i wanted a more nuanced take on john’s relationship with his family instead of either apologism or character bashing, and for his return to have something to do with the michael plot of that season - so i had what was going on with michael be the mystery he attempted to solve once he got back, and (even let michael represent john and dean’s relationship in a way), but it left lots of time to have john talk with his family and have them talk with each other

...etc, etc. whatever you want to happen, your plot exists to serve that desire. if you want a reunion with tears and kissing in the rain then part of your plot is that your lovers get parted. if you want to write about a murder then a motive is part of your plot. if you want to write a wedding, then at some point someone fell in love (or didn’t?! gasp!). if you want to write about a long journey, part of your plot is where the characters are going and why. (whether or not these things happen “on screen” is of course up to you; sometimes it’s not necessary to write them.) of course, slice of life fics where nothing in particular happens and single-scene fics are also fine, but i get the feeling you wouldn’t be asking if that was what you’re writing lol

also, as you can see, sometimes you have more than one desire (all of the above examples of mine have two), and it is both satisfying and more efficient to combine them. especially with longfic, if you have multiple things going on in there it makes it feel like a fuller story/more realistic world. (plus sometimes you get unique combinations! not to sound terribly self-involved but i have to say i think my merlin fic was pretty unique in its premise, and i’m really pleased with how it came out.) for example, you could write about two lovers separated in a battle, character a dead and character b getting promised to the bad guy, and so character a goes on a long journey, only to find out when they arrive that character b has already murdered the bad guy, and they have a romantic reunion in the rain, now this big planned wedding can be for them instead. see what i mean?

then you can have subplots. maybe character a’s parents died when they were a baby and they find out on their journey that bad guy was the one who killed them, or that their dad is still alive but has amnesia, or that their dead parents were secretly next in line for the throne, making character a the lost heir. maybe character b learns the bad guy killed character a’s parents and that’ve the motive for the murder. maybe character a travels with some characters who have their own problems that can be solved with this same journey, such as other people who fled the battle or people attending the upcoming wedding between character a and the bad guy. and there you go, i just outlined a 75k fic in a few sentences! obviously the more plots you have the harder it will be to juggle them (i use spreadsheets) but if you have a big blank “middle” section with nothing in it you can throw More Plot in there to pad it out

the point is, if you have even one tiny scene that you are holding in your mind, you can work outward from it. let’s take an example from earlier. if you want to write a reunion, that’s a plot point. two people get reunited. so, you then also need to know how our two lovers got split up. was there a battle and someone was presumed dead? bam, got a second plot point. now third plot point: how do they find each other again? even if it’s as simple as “they got in a car and drove there” that is a third plot point. before you know it you’ll be swimming in them, especially if you are balancing multiple plots/desires. if you have a friend or a beta reader i find talking it out with someone else is very helpful if you’re blanking. if you don’t, you can type into an empty document as though you’re writing into a chatroom or talk to a rubber duck and that might help too!

remember also the action-reaction idea of events. like for example in broken road, where dean is caging an archangel inside of him, he can’t get too upset or that will weaken his self-control. so if his abusive father comes back from the dead and says too many upsetting things, the archangel could get out and hurt people. or in anchor, it’s hard for hunters to trust derek because they don’t like werewolves, so if he loses control of himself that could cause them to attack. or in how arthur got his groove back, uther hates and fears magic, so if he’s cursed with it he may get increasingly desperate to be free of magic and ultimately wind up hurting himself.

(all of this is under your control btw! You Are God In This Universe. the second ask i linked to up top discusses how to keep these things in mind as moving parts that belong to you. and putting your plot IN ORDER after you know what all you want to happen is pretty important imo, so if you want to you can read the FIRST post i linked to at the top of this ask for that. sorry it’s so much extra lol <3)

another question you’ll probably need the answer to is: when/where are the starting and ending points of this fic? since you’re not writing these characters from birth to death, at some point you will hit a place where the story begins and another where the story ends.

for beginnings: most people say it’s best to start as late as possible, but if there are things you just WANT to write you can since the writing “rules” around fanfic are basically nonexistent. you can begin wherever you like - if you wait until the fic is done or mostly done to post, you can always change it later.

endings: this is a little harder. you want to end after the majority of your plots have been “resolved,” but what that resolution is is very subjective and of course unique to every plotline. the same way you can start late, you can also end early, by hinting at the future or even leaving hooks for a sequel, but you don’t want to leave it so unresolved that it’s frustrating. it’s a fine line to walk and another good reason to get feedback from someone you trust to give it to you straight (but nicely) before you post.

a good rule of thumb to whether or not a plot has been “resolved” is to think of an individual plotline as a question. will the lovers be reunited? yes! resolved. “yes but only for a short time” is also an answer. “no” is an answer. “will these characters get married?” is a question, or even “will these characters figure out a way to AVOID getting married?” in my own fics some of the questions might be “does derek ever catch kate?” or “does arthur ever learn the truth about merlin?” or “does john ever find out that dean said yes to michael?” the question is what draws people in and makes them want to keep reading (to find out the answer, or to get a hint at the answer). it doesn’t have to be a yes or no question, by the way. it can be way more complex if you want, like, “why keep going when things seem hopeless?” or “why fall in love when you keep getting hurt?” or whatever.

finally, i want to touch on there being two kind of scenes/storylines in most fics - the Action Plot that moves things along, like breaking a curse or hunting down a killer or banishing an archangel, and the Character Stuff where two people just kind of talk and their relationship develops and changes. obviously these two things will overlap from time to time, but sometimes the first kind of plot (action) is really just an excuse for the second kind (character) to happen. and the action plot is what can really trip up people who aren’t used to plotting. but to bring it full circle and go back to desires - what you want out of this fic - if the character plot is what you’re really wanting to write, then the action plot exists ONLY to serve it. especially for fanfic, where the readers also typically desire the character plot, if you just use the barebones of an action plot you’ll still do just fine. as with everything, it takes practice, and the more you do it, the less frustrating it will become.

sorry that this is really rambly and unorganized! i hope at least a little of it is helpful to you. as i said if you have a more specific question re plotting (i probably can’t help with the actual plot itself) definitely come back if you want to. GOOD LUCK, i believe in you so much <3

#liz answers asks #liz loves writing #anonymous #i am acheduling this to go up roughly at the time you sent it...i hope i remembered the time right #sorry it took so long to answer and again for it being so disorganized #i'm normally not so scattered with these sorts of questions rip :(

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luvteez · 4 years ago

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bassists do it deeper

pairing: yunho x genderneutral!reader genre + tags: smut, band au | kink discovery, exhibitionism, a brief segment of semi-public sex, hand kink, size kink, yunho monster cock bc this deserves a tag, power play, switch dynamics (i think??), dom!yunho pulls through in the end, unprotected sex wc: 6.3k

note: big thanks to my fav babie @lustjoong for motivating me to combine the two ideas i had for the prompt into one and motivating me to finish this!! here’s my take on the unspoken obligatory yunho size kink fic every ateez smut writer should have written once but make him a bassist. also, the band au to this pwp is literally just there as an excuse to make yeosang the lead singer of the band bc if kq won’t give yeosang lines, i will

A lot can happen throughout a single weekend, as your English professor suddenly quitting her job, your brother Yeosang almost burning down the kitchen from deep frying an egg, an influx of voicemails in your inbox all sent from Wooyoung, as well as Yeosang’s punk rock band losing a member. It’s a lot to process when all you’ve done is stay the night at Yuqi’s, even harder so when Wooyoung keeps repeating every five seconds that Seonghwa quit the band. (”Why did it have to be Seonghwa who left Stereowave? He was the hottest one!”)

That being said, you expected to come home to a beyond grumpy Yeosang who was trying to find a replacement asap. A band without a bassist sounds empty, and while Stereowave has garnered a big enough fanbase over the years that wouldn’t mind the band continuing as a trio, it just feels wrong. Besides, branding a group consisting of Yeosang the frontman, San the guitarist, Mingi the drummer, and nobody covering the bassist position a band doesn’t sit right.

You were prepared for the worst; a messy kitchen, Yeosang walking around in clothes he wore for five days straight, possibly the outbreak of World War III depending on how shitty he’s feeling. But instead, you find the kitchen exceptionally clean and Yeosang acting as if nothing ever happened.

“Can you help set up the camera? The guys and I wanna film a new song.”

“Uh, sure,” you answer irritatedly. “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about finding a replacement for Seonghwa though?”

“Oh, we already have a new bassist,” he waves off casually, “What are you gaping at? Shut that jaw of yours before flies fly into your nasty mouth.”

“First of all, rude.” Yeosang rolls his eyes at that comment. For a split second, you’re contemplating letting him figure out on his own how to use the camera because he’s the walking embodiment of a technology illiterate, but your curiosity about the new band member is bigger. “But how did you manage to find a new replacement so fast? It’s been like, what, a day since Seonghwa left?”

Yeosang sighs. “He’s been thinking of quitting for weeks now, so I had enough time to look for a new bassist. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

And this is exactly why you should never get dicked down by your bandmate several times in a month, you think to yourself. Seonghwa and Yeosang thought they were slick, but everyone figured they were more than friends. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time until the strain of their relationship wreaked havoc within the band.

“So,” you say as you two walk to the makeshift studio in the basement, “Is the new guy good? What’s his name?”

The change of topic makes Yeosang relax visibly. There’s a sheepish smile on his face and he replies, “You’ll see.”

You arch a brow. For some reason, that doesn’t settle comfortably in your gut. Then there’s the fact that Yeosang is slightly skipping, and that makes you more concerned than relieved. Because Yeosang barely skips, only when he’s being petty and is planning on pranking somebody. (Most of the time, it’s San.)

The faint vibrations of drums and guitars ring in your ears before you step a foot into the basement. Mingi is the first to acknowledge your presence, immediately dampening the cymbals before waving at you. That causes the other two guys to stop playing their instruments and turn their heads around. You greet San like you normally do, and when your eyes flit to the new addition, all brightness drops from your face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Yunho cocks his head to the side almost tauntingly, eyes challenging. The corners of his mouth quirk upwards, though more with the intention of saying hah you thought you’d never see me again. “Hello to you too, honey. Looks like fate brought us together once more, eh?��

You blink multiple times to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. To your dismay, they sure aren’t. It really is Yunho standing right next to an utterly confused San, and the bass in his hands just confirms it furthermore.

“Since when do you play an instrument?” you gawk. There’s no fucking way he could’ve had time to pick up music, not when his schedule was already jammed with basketball training and student council activities. Then again, that was his schedule in middle school.

“Since I was fifteen,” he drawls, unaffected by your outburst. “Any other questions, honey? Preferably something along the lines of how have you been? I expected a warmer welcome from you, not gonna lie.”

“What does Yeosang even see in you?” you splutter instead, disgust prevalent in your voice.

“Talent. Believe it or not.”

“Guys, no fighting,” Yeosang warns, but you’re too busy sending Yunho daggers and every pg rated curse under the sun your brain can wrack up.

Meanwhile, San shifts his weight on one leg awkwardly and asks in the background as your verbal dispute continues, “Are they exes or something?”

“Nah, just childhood enemies,” Mingi mumbles, clearly used to your interactions to the point where he’s becoming bored of it. He’s heard all the profanities too many times coming out from the same mouth, hence why he isn’t as disturbed as San is.

“Listen up, you piec—“

“(y/n), the camera. Help your older brother out, will ya?” Yeosang cuts you off urgently, the warning tone in his words hard to miss.

“Yeah, help your brother out, shorty,” Yunho snickers. Appalled by his blatant shamelessness, you scowl.

“I’m not that short—!”

“Still shorter than I am, shorty. Or do you prefer honey?”

World War III would’ve broken out right then and there if it weren’t for Yeosang’s death glare — you know, the look he has etched on his face whenever he means business and is willing to go so far and expose all of the nasty mishaps you’ve done in middle school, which is definitely something that should never see the light of day.

“I prefer neither,” you mutter after weighing the gravity of Yeosang’s wrath, avoiding any eyes before you set up the camera. Luckily, nobody further comments on that and eventually, everybody resumes practicing their parts of the songs.

Just in time as Mingi takes another short break to chug his water down, you stumble across a problem. “Uh, Yeosang? You should buy a new camera. This is still usable, but you might have to reset every ten minutes or so.”

A groan leaves him, followed by a shrill guitar riff, and you can see that he’d prefer death over spending money for a new one. “Can’t you just stay here during practice and reset it? You also get to hear some new tracks of the upcoming EP!” That fucker, he’s just too lazy to run forward and press a button every few minutes.

“I have to be on standby for the Block B ticket sale,” you lie. Technically, it’s not really a lie because you do plan on going to the Block B concert with Wooyoung, but 1) the ticket sale isn’t even today and 2) it’s always Wooyoung who buys the tickets. Yeosang doesn’t need to know that though. Any excuse is better than having to sit through practice and see if Yunho is as good as he claims.

Seems like Yeosang desperately doesn’t want to keep running back and forth to reset the camera as he suddenly says, “You can do it here too.” You would argue that the garage has its separate WiFi and only the band members have access to it, but then: “You can use my laptop instead.”

And letting you use his laptop is something he never does. You failed to submit an assignment in time because your own laptop broke down and he didn’t let you borrow his computer for even that.

“Fine,” you sigh in defeat. Yeosang thanks you with a smile so obnoxiously sweet it makes you gag. When all he gets in return from you is the middle finger, his demeanor drops and he mutters something inaudible under his breath, pointing to the small table at the side where all their phones and laptops are lying before he goes back to the others.

Once all four of them are in position and ready to play, you press the record button before flipping yourself onto the old patchwork couch Yeosang bought at a garage sale for only thirty quid a few years back. To your surprise, Yeosang’s MacBook is already unlocked, the default wallpaper of mountains and northern lights quite jarring to your eyes.

When given the rare chance to have unlimited access to your sibling’s devices, it’s self-explanatory what to do. You either a) go through all of their accounts and find as much dirt as possible about them that serves as good material for future blackmail purposes or b) sign them up to as many online subscriptions as possible that will make them go crazy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work on Yeosang because 1) he doesn’t mind online subscriptions, and 2) he never checks his email account, hence why his inbox is filled with over 2000 mails, a third of them most likely unopened. On top of that, his MacBook is strictly meant for work, so if you really wanted to find out his most embarrassing secrets, your only shot is his phone.

That being said, you’re left with option c) which is checking out Block B’s concert merch since that’s the only sensible thing you can do right now. Forget productivity; that isn’t doable when Yeosang’s deep timbre is blaring in your ears along with the instruments. To be honest, you really enjoy Stereowave’s music and that’s on their music, not because your brother is the lead singer. You’ve enjoyed each of their performances and perhaps you’ve been indulging in the privilege of hearing their new songs first.

But now that Yunho’s involved, suddenly the prospect of having a new favorite band sounds tempting. What was Yuqi’s favorite band again? Day6? You should take a closer look at their discography.

As much as you want to mute the sound, from San’s riffs to Mingi’s drum solo, you fail to do so. One moment you’re opening the search browser, and in the next, your eyes are set on the group. They’re practicing like they usually do; fun etched on their faces as they lose themselves in the music. Yeosang is singing as if he was performing in front of a million viewers while San improvises a solo on a whim. Mingi messes up the beat for a split second after failing to catch his stick and somehow, your eyes have zoomed in on Yunho. It doesn’t take you five seconds to realize:

Yunho is good.

While he might not seem as fired up as the other three, he’s visibly relaxed. Just like Seonghwa, he plays smoothly and isn’t overpowered by the others, but he seems to have an easier time gliding his fingers across the fingerboard. The bassline is easy to filter out, not the generic pattern you can find in every second pop song, yet still compliments the other instruments.

He can play, fair game. However, that’s the least of your worries. You’re more attentive to the ratio of his hands to the bass. His hands are larger than Seonghwa’s by far, no doubt. That makes sense given his height, maybe an inch taller than Mingi. But Mingi doesn’t have that big hands. Doesn’t that mean that Yunho’s body is disproportional?

Before you know it, you drag your gaze from his shoes up to his legs and stop at his hands briefly, only to proceed upwards until you see the cocky smirk and amused eyes directed at you. All clogs in your brain come to a stillstand and despite that, that’s when you realize you’ve been 1) enjoying his music, 2) checking him out, and 3) checking him out and caught red-handed.

It feels as if you were living on the sun instead of on Earth as you burn up in embarrassment. Knowing there’s no way you can deflect what you just did, you quickly turn back to the laptop, the Google search bar staring back at you.

You’re about to type in something when the search history pops up, catching your eyes. A gasp leaves you but it goes under the music, everyone too immersed in their own thing to notice the prevalent horror settling on your face.

exhibitionism

getting off in public

best crowded places to have sex and get away with it

You blink, thinking that your sleep deprivation got the worst out of you and that you’ve finally reached the stage where you start hallucinating. Except, you know you’re not hallucinating. After going through the words again and again, you know that you’re really not fucking hallucinating and that your nonexistent sleep cycle isn’t as bad as Yuqi makes it out to be.

When you said you wanted to dig up dirt on your brother, you didn’t mean it in the form of his kinks. Money can’t buy everything, but how you wish it could so you could unsee that shocking discovery.

Since this is Yeosang’s work computer and he’s signed into his Google account, he must make use of the drive to save a copy of his ideas. It probably won’t amount to anything since he’s the walking embodiment of staying unbothered, but writing him a note on his docs about how he’s made your life worse by not clearing his search history is better than staying silent.

You click on the little icon on the top right corner, expecting to see Yeosang’s name right above the email address. But then you see Yunho’s name instead, and suddenly everything makes much more sense.

This was never Yeosang’s laptop to begin with.

To say you’re at a loss of words is an understatement. There’s no way someone could have as little self-awareness and leave their laptop unlocked, let alone Yunho out of all people. Then again, the last thing you expected from him was to play the bass and blend well with the rest of the band as if he’s always been the bassist of Stereowave and not the newly found replacement.

This is absolutely bonkers. But:

You could have fun with it. Maybe it’s for the better that money can’t buy everything.

Besides dozens of articles about semi-public sex and even a blogpost titled Shagging in Broad Daylight for Dummies, his search history of the last 24 hours consists of many forum links discussing the morality of exhibitionism, conspiracy theories, and hand care guides. You wheeze when you see the private playlist he saved on his YouTube account; a collection of videos about filing your nails properly and the best hand cream brands for dry skin.

Yeosang calls in for a break, and everyone’s grateful for it. San lets out a relieved noise as he places his guitar on the stand before catching the water bottle Mingi chucks at him.

“My arms are beat,” Mingi complains.

San sends him an incredulous look and snorts, “All you do is bang! crash! ppang! while my throat is fucked! And so are my legs!”

“Not my fault if you keep doing your high pitched oows! while jumping around like a— like a cricket!”

“A cricket? Are you serious?”

“I’m tired, okay!”

“Then that means we should call it a day and go home and rest, right?”

“Choi San, I think you’re onto something.”

“Absolutely not,” Yeosang deadpans, causing the bickering duo to pout in sync. “We have lots to do especially since Yunho’s now part of the band.” When all he’s met with is an attempt of cute puppy eyes that rather looks like a bad rendition of any horror movie featuring creepy dolls, Yeosang sighs, “I ordered chicken for dinner and yes, it’s on me.”

In an instant, Mingi and San’s faces brighten up and they’re celebrating as if they won a free cruise to the Bahamas. They don’t hesitate to envelop Yeosang in a bear hug, crushing the life out of him. A chuckle escapes you at the sight of your brother wringing for his sanity. Sometimes you wonder how on Earth those three guys are the same three guys who perform in abandoned warehouses, jamming out their punk rock songs while looking all edgy (in a cool way that has at least half of their fans thirsting after them).

Meanwhile, Yunho drops himself on the other end of the couch. Propping his right leg on the coffee table in front, he digs around in his pockets before pulling something out.

“Since when do you file your nails?” You pointedly raise a brow at him. Although your extensive research on his browser history already answered that question, you ask him just for the sake of it.

“Hand care is important, shorty,” Yunho replies, keeping his eyes trained on his fingers as he works the file around a nail. “If Kageyama Tobio files his nails, I can too. But enough with the small talk, what do you want?”

“I didn’t peg you as an exhibitionist.”

His hand stops moving. Yunho looks up at you, irritation written all over his features. “Because I file my nails...? A bold assumption, honey.”

There’s a reason why Yunho has always gotten away with pretty much everything. He’s a good actor who’s able to feign innocence at any time. His posture is relaxed, voice genuinely sounding flabbergasted that not even your shit-eating grin can throw him off guard.

You can’t, but your proof will do the job.

“I never said it’s because of your hand fixation.” You turn the laptop screen his way and once his eyes flicker on it and decipher the words, his face falls. Gone is the faux-confusion; as all color drains from him, his eyes look like they’re about to fall out of their sockets. “Is it really a bold assumption now, honey?”

Yunho inhales sharply when you scoot closer to him and put a firm hand on his left leg, his laptop now closed and long forgotten. Your fingers are placed too high for it to be friendly, skimming lightly on the inside of his thigh. Yeosang and the others are busy minding their own business but the chance of getting caught in the act is still there. The simple realization has adrenaline running a hundred miles an hour in your veins, and with the way Yunho clenches his jaw — a desperate attempt to fight the groan that’s threatening in the back of his throat — you’re not the only one who’s aroused by the setup.

Slowly, your hand inches closer to his growing bulge. Before you can dare yet another experimental squeeze, Yunho’s hand surges forward and holds your wrist in a vice grip.

“Don’t,” he snarls through gritted teeth, but it sounds sadder than it is intimidating when he’s sporting a boner right in front of your eyes.

You cock your head to the side, almost in a mocking demeanor. “You sure? Think about it, it’s a win-win situation. You get to live out your exhibitionist right here in front of your new bandmates, and I get the confirmation that you’re into it. But if you really don’t want to…” you try to retreat your hand but Yunho doesn’t let you budge, hand still enclosed around yours. That won’t do as an answer.

“Which one is it? Say it, Yunho,” you assert, narrowing your eyes. Yunho looks distraught, feverishly biting his lip while he’s internally fighting with himself, but he eventually chokes out a response.

“As long as nobody notices—”

“You either say you want me to touch you or not. I don’t want any roundabout stories.”

“Touch me,” he whispers defeatedly and the grip on your hand disappears completely. “But I swear to God if anyone realizes what you’re doing— hhnh—!” he cuts himself off with a low moan when you cup him over the material of his jeans.

“Yes yes, I get it. I don’t need Yeosang to know about this,” you dismiss. “And oh wow, you’re getting hard fast when I’m just touching you over your pants.”

“Just get to it.”

The snappish attitude causes you to stop dead in your tracks. “You think you’re in the position to tell me what to do? I can be mean too, y’know,” you start nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the way your heart is shaking in your ribcage. The power you suddenly hold is exhilarating. “I could just leave you like this, and then you’d have to try to cover your situation down there while practice goes on. How would the others react if they only knew your dick is hard? Probably won’t take them too long to find out since standing for a long time can be tiring, hm?”

Yunho’s head lolls back in response as he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. His breathing is uneven and the resulting moan that follows suit makes you smirk. You lightly smack the inside of his thigh, causing another wave of arousal to rupture in him. He chokes out a hushed ‘f-fuck’ and at this point, the constriction around his cock must be bordering painful.

“Who would’ve thought that the big bad Jeong Yunho is actually a submissive bitch who’s hungry for attention?” you ask gleefully, delivering another slap before stroking the area. “Who would’ve fucking thought you were a sub?”

“I-I’m not— shit, s-stop that, hngh— a fucking sub.”

“Yeah yeah, say that to yourself.” You rip your gaze away from Yunho’s flushed face to check if the coast is clear before targeting his fisted hands. He stiffens when you pry his hand open and bring three digits to your lips, sticking your tongue out to give kitten licks to his fingertips before pushing them into your mouth. You hum, suck, swirl your tongue around his fingers, giggling when all he does is stare at you wordlessly, unable to form any coherent thoughts. “See? Not even once have you put up a fight.”

That seems to snap him out of his daze. In an instant, his eyes darken and his jaw clenches.

“Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

You snicker, seeing through his bluff. “Wow, I’m so scared. What do you wanna do? Leave practice right now? Drag me to my room and pound me into the mattress?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“You could never, sub.”

Whatever strands of self-control were still residing in Yunho have turned to dust by now. One moment he’s towering over you in full height, looking down on your sitting form in bitter distaste, and in the next, he’s dragging you out of the basement, unaffected by the sudden silence and Yeosang, Mingi and San’s confused expressions.

Once you’re in the living room, Yunho wastes no time crowding you against the wall and crashing his lips against yours. The kiss is a messy clash of teeth and tongues, but it leaves you hot and lightheaded and aching for more. Yunho knows no limits and snakes one arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, the other hand fisting your hair. He tugs harshly and the sharp sting sends all your nerves into a frenzy.

“Bedroom. Now.” The sudden huskiness in his tone catches you off guard and you wonder when his voice has ever sounded so rough. You moan into the kiss, fisting his shirt as you stumble your way to your bedroom.

Yunho pins you against the door once you’re in your bedroom. His lips are addictive, just like the groans he slips in kisses and his hands roaming your body. He gets rid of your clothes until you’re left in your underwear, then forces a knee between your legs to keep them from closing. Your eyes roll back at the friction, growing needier and hotter when he presses his thigh against you harder.

When you finally pull away, his eyes are hooded and his lips are red and swollen. There’s no trace of inhibitions left in him as he watches you like a predator. With horror, you realize that the tables have turned, and when he easily locks both of your wrists above your head with one hand only, that’s when you know you’re undisputedly powerless against him.

“Who’s the sub now?” he pants, eyes sparkling with glee.

“Still y-you.” The response sounds pathetic to your own ears, but you have too big of an ego to admit it out loud. Yunho doesn’t buy it either if his quirked brow wasn’t telling enough.

“Still in denial, honey? I see. Guess I’ll have to do more then.” His free hand reaches down to tug on the waistband of your underwear, only to let it snap against your skin. The slight sting is enough to render your knees into mush and set fog into your vision. He does it again, and then he actually tugs the fabric down and you finally grab his motives.

“You’re bluffing— y-you wouldn’t put y-your fingers,” you ramble, hyperaware about how dangerously close his fingers are. Just when you think he’s about to shove a digit in, he pulls away completely.

“You know, you keep talking about my hands. It’s always my hands this, my hands that,” Yunho says casually, giving his nails a quick glance before meeting your eyes. “Rather than me having a hand fixation, it’s you who has a thing for hands. My hands specifically.”

You don’t like how every word is true. You don’t want to acknowledge that he’s correct. Verbally, because your body is moving on its own and has betrayed you long ago.

Yunho taps on your bottom lip and you comply reluctantly, letting him shove the same three fingers you sucked before. Mumbling unintelligible words under his breath, he watches intently as you hum around him, eyes fluttering shut when he slowly moves them in and out of your mouth. A whine escapes you when he pulls them out for good, soaked wet with your spit.

“Tell me.” Yunho grins, “Tell me what you like about them. Or else I’ll leave you hanging.” He’s not lying and you know it. The look he sends you is enough proof that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you high and dry.

You don’t like how he’s stringing you on like a rag doll. You don’t like how he’s stripping you off your dignity step by step. Strangely enough, you feel yourself leaking and wanting nothing but his pretty long fingers inside of you.

“I like how they, agh I— I l-like how—” you stutter, losing all levels of rationality when he suddenly circles around your entrance. Yunho urges you to continue and it takes up all of your brainpower to pick up where you left off, “—they’re so long and big and pretty—”

“So you have a size kink.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Now that, that’s something he shouldn’t have deduced. “W-wha— I don’t!”

“Seems to me that you have one though. You kept stressing how big and bad and tall I was after all.” You stiffen. Did you? Did you really? You don’t recall saying it that many times but it's hard to think straight when Yunho still has your wrists above your head and is looking down at you in a downright patronizing way. It leaves you trembling pitifully, feeling called out and feeling so, so small.

He really wants you to hit your lowest peak because he doesn’t stop there. “Who’s the real sub here? Is it really me? Or is it you who likes feeling so short, small, tiny.” His smirk widens when your breath hitches ever so slightly. “I fucking knew it.”

“You don’t know shit,” you bark back, but to no avail. Your credibility has diminished the moment he caught up to your kinks.

“Say whatever you want but that won’t change the fact that you’re tiny baby,” he pauses, takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he’s giving you a thorough once-over and then enunciates the next syllables with such clarity that forces time to stop, “My tiny, helpless baby.”

The pet name breaks you. It’s the final trigger that takes all your inhibitions away and the pathetic size of an ego that was left in your stubborn head.

“Please,” your voice cracks but that’s the least of your worries. You can’t move, can’t talk back, and won’t get anything in return. Yunho is right in front of you, finding satisfaction in your internal destruction and yet, after all of the things he’s slaughtered you to, he won’t give you anything in return.

“Just a little bit more, baby. I’ll give you what you want if you repeat after me; I’m your—”

“I’m your tiny, helpless baby who desperately wants you to fuck me.” Yunho is mildly taken aback that you were still able to think and get it right before he even finished his sentence. “Now get on to it, Yunho. Please.”

You’re sniffling at this point, begging for any kind of stimulation that shoots you to the stars. You’re fucking sniffling, and that’s all it takes for Yunho to manhandle you on the bed. A gasp escapes you, not expecting this turn of events at all. It all happens in a flash and the next thing you know, you’re on all fours, face buried in the pillow.

“Yunho, I t-thought y-you’d fuck me,” you complain, glancing behind to see what’s taking him so long. Your mouth waters at the sight.

“Patience, baby,” he says as he’s unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. You rub your legs together to ease the tension, but you can’t really say you’re not enjoying the show. Yunho’s lean, slightly defined, and once he’s only left in his underwear, you swallow heavily. There’s a large, dark patch on the fabric and the bulge seems more prominent than before.

If your mouth was only watering, you’re drooling by now. Yunho takes off his boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock, tip red and oozing precum. Just like the rest of him, he’s abnormally huge.

You have two thoughts. One: Fuck, you want him. Now. Two:

“That’s never going to fit inside of me.”

“Oh it will,” he says with such confidence it gives you shivers. “I’ll pound you into the mattress and you’ll take it all.”

He grabs you by your thighs to pull you closer to him before positioning himself right behind you. “W-wait!” you cry, heart suddenly feeling heavy in your chest, “D-don’t just put it in without prep— o-oh, hnngh—” your body feels like jelly when Yunho presses two spit-coated fingers past your entrance, stretching you out with finesse.

“I’m not that heartless,” he chuckles amusedly, right at the same time he curls his digits right against your sweet spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. “You’re so small you wouldn’t be able to take an inch without prep.”

You only whine into the pillow, arching your back as he continues his ministrations. Once Yunho deems you stretched out enough, he retreats his fingers and replaces them immediately with his cock.

The difference is like night and day. It’s like his fingers didn’t amount to anything compared to this. The high-pitched cry that escapes you is loud as you grasp onto the pillow for dear life.

“How can you be so big?” you pant. There’s no way he’s past four inches deep inside of you. You’re far from being filled, but your walls are already clenching hard around him.

“Bassists do it deeper for a reason.” The innuendo is tacky but in your current headspace, it sounds like the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. Yunho stills his hips, letting you get used to him. “How are you feeling?”

“Guh—” he chuckles at your inability to form coherent words, let alone thoughts. “So big.”

“You’ll get used to it, honey.” He leans forward to pet your hair. “Tell me when I can move,” he adds gently, and you swear you could melt right then.

It takes you a moment to get your breathing steady, and then he pushes more of his length inside. Whimpering, you writhe beneath him, feeling as if you’re being torn apart. Meanwhile, he’s breathing hard through his nose, trying his damn hardest to go as slow as possible. At a certain point, Yunho stops pressing for more and pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back forward. It starts out slowly, but he gradually picks up the pace and you lose yourself into him.

“Faster,” you moan, bending your back for an even deeper angle. “Hnngh, so full. Want m-more.”

“You were right, you can’t take me to the hilt.” Yunho readjusts his grip on his hips and you know that bruises are going to last until the end of the week. “God, you’re so fucking small that you can’t take me to the fucking hilt.”

Your vision turns foggy once the meaning gets through you. Now that he’s saying it, how much of his cock is inside of you? Half of it? A third? He’s stretching you out so well, filling you up so impossibly deep and that wasn’t even his everything?

“That’s not— want more of you, all of you,” you stammer, not realizing what you’re even saying. “Baby wants all of you.” God, you’re so drunk and desperate for his cock that you can’t refer yourself in the first person anymore.

Yunho reacts just as perplexed, eyes widening. His hips still once more, and though you’d want to shout at him to keep on moving, you don’t find the energy to move your head, or even lift a finger.

“So fucking greedy,” he growls, pulling out of you completely. Not even a second later, he flips you around on your back so that you’re facing him dead in the eye, and then he pushes back in. The new position has you gurgling on broken words as your arms flail around for dear life.

Yunho throws a leg over his shoulder, creating a deeper angle. You don’t know if he’s actually giving you more if he’s managed to force more of him into you. All you register is the messy squelch of liquids and your moans bouncing off the walls. You can’t even see properly, everything a blur and a mix of different colors.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, sensing your demise nearing closer and closer.

“Then cum,” Yunho orders in between groans, then adds in a louder voice, “You hear that baby? Cum and make a mess out of yourself.”

Your orgasm crashes onto you in a big singular wave as you tremble under his frame, walls clenching around him tightly. His name leaves your mouth like a mantra as you continue to convulse. Yunho pulls out moments later, just to spurt white on your abdomen. His face is flushed and beads of sweat are forming on his forehead while he jerks himself dry.

It’s a miracle that Yunho hasn’t toppled on you once he slowly comes down from his high. The fog in your vision clears up gradually, but your limbs are as good as worthless. You won’t be able to move freely for a good day or two.

As you continue to blink at the ceiling, only finding the energy to breathe, Yunho grabs the box of tissues from your nightstand and wipes himself off before doing the same to you. His touch is gentle unlike before, and you’d thank him if your vocal cords were still functioning.

You’re about to drift to sleep until he suddenly leans down and pecks your lips. In an instant, you narrow your eyes at him and ask, “What was that for?”

“You had some cum on your lip. I wanted to taste too.” Yunho smiles cheekily and runs his tongue against his bottom lip, then grimaces. “It tastes... yikes.”

He cleans you up in silence before plopping onto the bed right next to you. No words are exchanged up until you say, “Yeosang is going to kill you.”

“He can’t afford to kill me. He needs me for the band,” he muses.

“He’ll still kill you.”

“I appreciate the concern, honey.”

“Just scram back to practice.”

“Don’t you want to go to the bathroom first?”

“I can do it myself.”

“Oh really?”

“... Yunho, help me on my legs and then scram back to practice.”

Meanwhile, back in the basement, the guys are waiting for their bandmate to come back so they can finally finish practice and then eat chicken.

“You sure (y/n) and Yunho are only childhood enemies? They’ve been going at it like rabbits if he isn’t back here yet!” San exclaims, throwing his arms up for dramatic effect.

Mingi can’t counter that because San has a point, so he whips his head to Yeosang. “Dude, you sure they’re not in a relationship? They have to be at least fuckbuddies! Or fuckrivals? Fuckenemies? Or…”

“I do not know and I do not care,” Yeosang says blankly, looking like he’s about to bang his head against the wall because he sure won’t walk into your room and curse his eyes for the rest of his life. Damnit, all he wants is to practice and get the band together; their next gig is only a few weeks away. “In fact, I want to unsee what I just saw and unhear what you just said.”

#blame 5*os for the creation of the band au idea #ateez smut #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez hard hours #atz smut #luvsmut #the ending is rushed oopsie but i never know how to end smut scenes ahahaha

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Fucking Your Problem

Drew Starkey x Reader

Summary; Part II of Your Fucking Problem

(that’s all you get for a summary bc i don’t wanna spoil it, tho the warnings might give it away)

Warnings; cursing, teasing, fighting, spanking, choking, slapping, dirty talk, fingering, sex toys, i really went for it with this one

A/N; hehe see what i did with the title lol okay i got some serious 365 dni vibes writing this and the song from it (you know which one) kept playing in my head so i had to include the movie somehow (you’ll see) — also i wanna thank you all for all the love you gave the first one, i really hope you like this one too!! gif from google (is it yours?)

“After all the shit you said tonight, you’re gonna have to beg for it, baby”.

And you begged, for two days straight.

Drew had pulled himself away from you the second you both heard the front door opening, Rudy and Chase walking in, and acted like nothing had happened, leaving you more sexually frustrated than ever before.

And after that, all you did was beg. Beg for him to touch you, to give you the satisfaction you craved so much, to even just kiss you, but he never gave any of those. Instead, he watched and enjoyed as he had you squirming for him, whispering dirty things to you and suggesting to fulfill your fantasies, building up the anticipation until he was ready to give it to you, knowing he had control of the situation and trust me, he was living for it.

The shooting for OBX season 2 was starting in a day and you were dreading it, knowing your character had scenes with Drew’s, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it all, no matter how much of a professional you were.

But surprisingly, they had gone better than you thought, Drew keeping it all professional and not even bothering to stay with you after you were done with your scenes.

The boy was really getting to you, in more ways than one.

Contemplating on whether to go find him or not, you didn’t have time to think about it when Rudy had caught your wrist and pulled you to the set of the Château to watch him and JD film a scene.

Standing alone at the sidelines of the area, you kept quiet when the cameras started rolling, not wanting to bother the sound guy in any way.

Feeling completely lost in the amazing acting skills of your new friends, you almost let out an audible gasp when you felt a body press against your back, two hands finding their way down to hold your waist.

“Don’t turn around, and don’t make a sound”, Drew whispered to you, keeping you in place to not alert anyone.

His fingers started brushing over the waistband of your bikini bottoms, occasionally dipping in just below the edge and you felt the wetness pool between your legs immediately, thanks to his constant teasing for the past days.

“Drew”, you moaned as quiet as you could, begging him for more without words, not caring you were out in public.

“What the fuck did I literally just tell you?”, he snapped at you, his other hand coming up to squeeze your throat, making your breathing uneven.

He had learned by now how much of a sucker you were for choking.

The hand that held your throat, let go of its grip and started to slowly make its way down your front, fingers brushing over your chest and down to your stomach, leaving your skin shivering under his touch since you were wearing only a bikini top, due to it being your character’s outfit.

Finally reaching back to your bikini bottoms, he kept stroking the waistband, fingers disappearing deeper into the fabric each time.

You were sure you were already soaking through the fabric, so you whimpered quietly, notifying him of your desperate state.

“What is it, Y/N?”, he cooed into your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“Please, Drew, I can’t do this anymore”, you confessed, hoping he would just finally give it to you.

“Oh c’mon, we’re just having fun”, he chuckled darkly, still keeping his voice down.

“Drew”, you whined, pressing your legs together to create some kind of friction, but Drew was quick to pull your legs apart.

“No, Y/N, that’s not how this works”, you didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking.

So you stayed quiet and let his hands wander around your lower half, never actually touching where you needed him the most.

“You know—I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would notice”, he told you in a hushed tone, your body jolting slightly at the excitement of him finally touching you, but also the thought of doing it in public.

Your reaction caused a low chuckle from him and right after, you felt his other hand reach down to your core, not touching it, just lightly tugging the edge of your bikini above it.

And then heard the director yell ‘cut’ and felt his hands leave you.

Taking this as your chance to scold Drew for making you feel like this almost in front of your boss, you took a deep breath and turned around.

Only to find him—gone.

Once again, he had left you all hot and bothered and nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Y/N! What did you think? I think we nailed it!”, Rudy’s voice scared you since you had forgotten why you were standing there in the first place, trying to look normal when he came running towards you.

“Y—yeah, it was great”, you lied, not having any idea how the rest of the scene had actually went.

“I know, right? Anyway, since that was the last scene of today, we’re gonna throw a small get together to celebrate the first day of filming, so let’s go home and get ready”, Rudy smiled, his hands pulling you loosely from your waist to leave with him, and his touch wasn’t helping you, but you pushed it out of your mind, no matter how much you craved for any touch right now.

Four hours later, you were spread out on a couch in Rudy’s and Chase’s apartment, laughing at a stupid joke Chase had made.

“Hey Y/N, care to join me for a smoke?”, Drew interrupted your laughing, your face turning serious.

Ever since the night of your fight, you hadn’t told any of your friends what had happened, keeping up the facade of you two not being really friends, so him asking you to join him, made you wonder, or maybe you were just overthinking?

“Uhh—yeah, sure”, you quickly got up, trying to avoid any questions from your cast mates, but Chase was faster.

“Since when do you two get along?”, he chuckled, grabbing everyone’s attention as they were staring you down, waiting for your answer.

“We always have, what are you talking about?”, Drew joked, pulling you out with him before anyone had a chance to question him.

The cold night air hit you like a truck, shivering immediately since you only had a thin dress on.

“Cold?”, Drew simply questioned before pulling a cigarette between his lips.

“No”, you stubbornly told him, not knowing why you lied.

“Always so stubborn, Y/N”, he chuckled, a sudden feeling of anger rising in you.

“Why did you want me here?”, you frowned at him, quickly lighting up your own cigarette.

“Why not? You’re the only one that smokes and I wanted some company”, he explained, but you didn’t believe there wasn’t an ulterior motive behind it.

“Oh, yeah? So you didn’t want me here so you could tease and torment me again?”, you deadpanned, still not being actual friends with him and kind of enjoying the small fights between you two.

“Sorry, princess, guess you don’t always get what you want”, Drew didn’t hold back the smirk that was now spreading on his face.

You stared at him for a minute, scanning his face, trying to find a way to crack him.

“Why won’t you give me what I want?”, you asked, finishing your cigarette.

“And what is it that you want, Y/N?”, he replied, doing the same.

“Are you serious? You know exactly what I want! I’ve literally been begging you, just like you wanted!”, you exclaimed out in frustration, knowing he was just doing it to annoy you on purpose, but all the pent up emotions starting to get overwhelming.

“Exactly, because you’re gonna keep doing exactly what I want, aren’t you?”, he growled, stepping towards you, backing you into a wall until your back was against it.

“Drew—I, uh”, you stuttered, the closeness of his face clouding your mind as he placed his hands on the wall around your head, his face lowering to eye level with you.

“Say it”, he demanded in a low voice and you felt yourself melt before him.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Drew”, you confessed, knowing it was a hundred percent true, you were practically a slut for him now, agreeing to do anything he asked so you would finally get what you had been longing for.

“Good girl”, he purred to you, his face inching closer to yours and you felt your body shiver.

He was so close, you could feel his breath against your lips and then noticed him pausing when your lips were just barely touching.

You hadn’t realized you had closed your eyes so you opened them, to see him staring deeply into yours already, but he didn’t utter out a word.

“Just kiss me, I can’t take this anymore”, you pleaded, hoping he would just forget about his stupid power play and give in.

And right then, you heard your friends yelling inside, calling your name to get back in, ending your moment with Drew.

You hoped for a second that he would ignore them and just close the space between your lips, but he still didn’t move.

You sighed in defeat, pulling yourself away from him to turn around and go back in since the door was right next to you, but then felt him grab you by the back of you neck, pulling you back even closer to him than before.

Your breath got caught in your throat, waiting for it to happen.

“I don’t like it when you try to walk away from me”, he growled at you and you felt his lips lightly brush against yours when he spoke.

“I’m—I’m sorry”, was all you could muster out, not really knowing why you were apologizing, but it seemed like the right thing to do in the moment.

“Don’t make it into a habit”, he finished, letting go of your neck and walking inside.

Leaving you stunned, you watched as he sat down on the couches with everyone, acting like nothing had happened and your mind was going wild.

What was this boy doing to you?

Collecting yourself after another quick stress cigarette, you practically ran back inside as you had forgotten how cold it was, the heat from Drew making you forget, you noticed how everyone had quieted down and the lights were off.

“What’s happening?”, you frowned.

“We’re watching a movie”, JD explained and you eyed around the room to find the only free spot, of course, next to Drew, on the small couch that barely fit two people.

“Great, what are we watching?”, you asked, making your way awkwardly to sit next to Drew.

“Maddie’s been bugging me to watch 365 days, so here we are”, Chase told you, earning a slap from Madelyn.

“It’s basically just porn”, you spoke before your brain could register what you had said.

“Oh, is it now? So, you’ve already watched it?”, Rudy wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“I mean—yeah, everyone was talking about it”, you tried to shrug it off, feeling how Drew’s eyes were burning at the back of your skull.

Halfway through the movie, you had noticed Drew shuffling around uncomfortably, making you smirk to yourself. You were kind of desensitized to the sex scenes since you had already seen it, but imagining Drew doing all the things to you, was not helping you keep calm.

So when you felt his hand grab yours, you turned your head to see him watching you with a serious look.

He started pulling your hand towards him, silently and slowly, making sure everyone else was still paying attention to the screen as you were kind of sat behind them.

“What are you doing?”, you mouthed to him, but didn’t get any answer, but got the idea when he lifted the waistband of his boxers, sliding your hand in until you felt your fingers graze over his hardened length.

A rush of emotions went through you, mostly excitement before you felt him pull his own hand out, leaving yours in and then pressing your hand down on top of his pants with his own, making you fully grab him in your hand. Your body felt like it was suddenly tingling, trying to believe this was actually happening.

You saw him take a sharp breath when you had him tightly in your grip and now it was your time to tease him. You knew he was expecting you to instantly start working on him, but you wanted him to suffer, just like you had.

So you, did nothing.

Simply turned your eyes to the screen, still holding him in your hand, but not moving it even an inch.

“Y/N”, Drew growled, the movie having a loud scene so he could speak without anyone hearing him.

“What?”, you smiled at him innocently.

”Move—your—hand”, he demanded, pausing between every word to make it clear as day, but you only smiled at him.

“Why?”, you cooed innocently.

Expecting him to just sigh in defeat, you definitely didn’t expect your head to snap back when his free hand was in your hair, yanking it back.

You somehow managed to quiet the gasp that escaped past your lips, only to feel his mouth next to your ear, once again.

“Don’t fucking start with me, or I swear I’ll make sure you’re wet for the next month without ever getting the satisfaction of cumming”, he spoke lowly, sending shivers down your spine.

Blinking rapidly for a moment to make sure you heard him right, it was enough for you to start moving your hand, slowly, making him know you had some control, or at least thought you had.

When The Boat Scene was starting on the screen from the movie and the song I See Red began, you felt yourself getting more and more excited, pumping your hand on Drew faster, watching as the couple on screen had sex all over the yacht.

Quiet, barely audible moans and grunts started falling from Drew’s lips made you turn your head to him, seeing how his head was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed.

The sight only, made you feel butterflies in your stomach, your legs involuntarily pressing together.

You thought about just pulling him out of his pants and taking him in your mouth, but fought against the thought since all of your friends were in the same room.

“Drew, I need you”, you whispered to him, pumping ever faster to show him how much you wanted him.

“I know”, he chuckled before pulling your hand out, making you frown in confusion.

He checked quickly to make sure no one was watching you before placing his hands on either sides of your face, pulling you close.

“Tell me what you want”, he rasped with serious eyes.

“Drew”, you whined, knowing he knew exactly what you wanted, biting your lips in the process.

“Don’t do that”, he suddenly snapped, watching your teeth pull back your bottom lip.

“What?”, you asked, not understanding why and repeating the action.

“Bite your lip one more time, I dare you”, he clarified and you couldn’t help yourself but to do just that.

“That’s it”, he told you, getting up from the couch, catching everyone attention.

“I gotta go, I’ll be back later”, he told everyone before simply leaving.

No one seemed to notice you as you sat there, more confused now that ever.

Did you really make to wrong move? Was he actually angry?

You sat alone on the couch, the movie quickly ending but you hadn’t really paid any attention to it, your mind too occupied with Drew.

“Anyone up for drinks?”, Rudy loudly asked, people getting up and turning the lights back on.

“Yes, please”, you sighed, following him to the kitchen.

Before you could even get the glasses, Rudy’s phone went off.

“Hey—yeah, sure—okay, bye”, the call ended quickly and Rudy turned to you.

“Drew needs you at his apartment, he said it was urgent”, he told you, motioning towards the door as he seemed slightly worried.

“Oh—okay”, you faked a smile before quickly taking off, opening the front door before anyone else took notice.

Walking literally two steps forward, you knocked at the door in front of you since Drew lived just the opposite of Chase and Rudy.

Merely a second later, the door flew open and you felt yourself getting pulled in, the door slamming close behind you.

“Drew—what, uh, what’s happening?”, you frowned, trying to look around the apartment since it was actually your first time being there, but you didn’t really have any time when you were again, pulled, into his bedroom and thrown onto the bed.

Landing on your front, you rolled around on your back and were instantly faced with Drew’s lips on yours, his body hovering over you.

Not wanting anything to interrupt what you had waited for so long, you lifted your hands up to grab his hair, making sure he kept close and didn’t leave you again.

While his other hand kept him up, the other started gripping your waist roughly, his touch needy and desperate.

“Drew, please”, you begged one last time, with swollen lips, between kisses.

“Up”, he commanded and you happily obliged.

“Strip, now”, he continued, standing in front of you, eyeing you from head to toe, making you feel slightly intimidated.

You lifted your hands to slowly pull down to straps of your dress, tugging it down to your chest, breathing heavily as you were getting ready to reveal yourself to him fully.

The dress slipped down past your chest, your nipples hardening as you watched Drew’s eyes glued to them, not wearing a bra.

Finally letting go of the fabric completely, you stood before him, only in your g string, waiting for him to say or do anything.

He lifted an eyebrow at you, his eyes now looking at your underwear and you began pulling them off, your fingers going underneath the thin waistband.

“This is taking too long”, he suddenly said, pushing you back until your feet hit the edge of the bed and you fell on it.

You watched him take the tiny piece of fabric between his fingers and pull up, not down, but up.

“What are you—“, you gasped when you felt the waistband snap before he removed the fabric completely.

“Did you just—break my favorite underwear?”, you asked in slight disbelief.

“Yes, is that a problem?”, he stared you down, making you feel more intimated than before.

“N—no”, you cowarded, giving up any control you thought you had with one word.

“Thought so. Now, give me your hands”, he said and you did, before he pulled your body up on the bed and pinned your wrists down with one hand.

You didn’t look up until you felt something cold and hard against your skin, realizing he was handcuffing you to the bed frame.

A hot wave of excitement went through your body at this.

“Close your eyes and keep them closed”, he told you quietly before you felt his fingertips brushing over your collarbones, making their way down to your chest.

You didn’t want to close your eyes, you wanted to see everything he was about to do to you, but he stopped his movements when he saw your eyes still open, so you reluctantly closed them.

His touch on your skin continued and it was almost so light that it was on the edge of ticklish, but when he got down to your boobs, it turned rough.

He kneaded and massaged them, you humming in approval.

Every time you thought his palms would come in contact with your nipples, you sighed in disappointment when they never did. He was clearly doing it on purpose, still continuing to torment you.

A moment passed until you were starting to feel annoyed at the lack of touch now, so you started to twist your body slightly, trying to show him what you wanted.

But it wasn’t enough because he still avoided your most sensitive parts.

“Drew, just touch me already”, you sighed, your voice sounding kind of fed up.

“Say my name again”, he responded, not giving you the answer you wanted.

“I will when you give me some satisfaction”, you snapped back, hoping it would trigger him somehow to just take you.

“Trust me Y/N, you’ll be begging for more satisfaction when I’m done with you”, he chuckled before taking your nipples between his fingers and lightly twisting them.

A loud, uncontrollable moan came from your mouth at the contact and you felt shockwaves through you body when he stared tugging and playing with them.

But he was finished with your chest quicker than you would have liked.

Feeling his hands around your ankles, your legs flew apart quickly and you felt Drew sit between them.

You wanted to open your eyes so bad, to see him looking at your exposed self, but knew better.

You waited for a moment, for him to do something.

And then another moment.

And another.

But nothing happened and you felt the anger rising again.

“If you don’t do something, I’ll open my eyes”, you threatened.

“Do that and you won’t get anything”, he was fast to reply.

“I swear I’ll open them”, you told him.

“And I swear, I won’t touch you again”, he said in a stern voice.

“Then untie me and I’ll fucking get up and leave”, you lied, hoping he would believe you.

You didn’t get an actual response, instead, his dark laughter filled your ears.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”, he told you.

“Do something or I’ll show you how hot I am when I’m furious”, you exclaimed and finally felt his hands at your inner thighs, spreading your legs more apart.

Your anger was forgotten in a second, trying to push yourself towards Drew so he wouldn’t take any longer with touching you.

A single finger went from your entrance up to your clit, a moan falling into the quiet room.

You expected him to just stop there, but to your surprise, he immediately went to rub on your clit, sending your mind into a wild haze.

It was like someone touching you for the first time, the anticipation for this moment making it all worth the wait, but you still wanted more.

Bucking your hips up just a little, Drew got the hint as he removed his finger and you felt him get up from the bed.

You wanted to open your eyes to see what he was doing, but he was quickly back and you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance, gliding in effortlessly, thanks to how wet you were.

Him inching himself in more and more, you frowned a little. His fingers seemed, really thick?

And then you realized, they weren’t his fingers, but a dildo.

“Where’d you get that?”, you quickly blurted out, not wanting to share the toys he might have used before.

“Don’t worry, I got it yesterday just for you”, he read your mind and your stomach tingled at the fact that he had done that.

You were fully prepared to reply, but nothing came out of your mouth when you felt him push the toy all the way in and pull it out, just to push it back in.

It didn’t take him long to find the rhythm that had you moaning and whimpering in seconds.

You thought you couldn’t last for more than a minute and wanted to warn him, but then felt the toy leave you completely.

A pair of hands were around you waist, flipping you over on your stomach.

A sharp stinging pain shocked you, realizing he had just spanked you, hard.

“Mm, Drew”, you moaned, lifting you ass up for him to do it again.

He repeated the action a few times until you heard him chuckle again.

“You’re such a good little slut, Y/N”, the comment earning another moan from you.

He flipped you over again, his other hand holding your waist tightly, pushing you down to keep you in place when his other hand pushed two fingers in, your head falling back in pure pleasure.

“Tell me you want me”, his voice sounded distant through the pleasure you were receiving.

“Tell me, you want me”, he repeated, now more firmly, but you still couldn’t give him an answer.

A harsh slap on your cheek brought you back to reality.

“Fucking answer me”, his voice was loud and clear, your eyes flying open to see him staring at you with a lustful stare.

The slap didn’t hurt, you just weren’t expecting it and it only made you more excited if even possible.

“I—I want you”, you rasped, trying to find your voice.

“Louder”, he demanded, not happy with your quiet voice.

“I want you”, you raised your voice just below a yell, making sure he heard you loud and clear this time.

And it was enough for him.

Watching him get up and remove his clothes, you had to keep your mouth for watering at the outline of his cock in his underwear.

Yes, you had had him in your hand, but the sight of actually seeing him, was mesmerizing.

The world around you seemed to slow down when he pushed down the boxers for you to see him fully.

Not to give away too much, but he wasn’t the average size.

You had to physically shake your head slightly to not stare, but Drew had noticed it and was smirking when he reached to his nightstand to grab a condom.

“You sure you’re ready for this?”, he asked after placing himself between your legs.

You wanted to give him a sarcastic comment, but instead just raised your eyebrows at him in a challenging way, not wanting anything to get in the way of him filling you up.

He flipped you around once again, lifting your ass up until your knees were supporting you.

You felt his hands groping your cheeks before the tip of his dick was at your entrance.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared for him to fully enter you, but definitely didn’t wait for him to just shove himself in like he did.

A mixture between a moan and a gasp loudly fell from your lips, but Drew didn’t give you any time to adjust, quickly finding a fast pace to pound into you.

“Oh god”, you moaned into the pillow beneath you, your hands trying to grip at anything, but the handcuffs restraining you.

“Fuck”, Drew groaned in response before pulling out and flipping you on your back, already pushing back in and finding even a faster pace than before.

“Drew”, you moaned his name, your eyes opening and closing in the blinding pleasure.

“Shut up”, Drew tried to take some control when you noticed him losing control over himself, his pounding becoming slightly uneven.

“Drew”, you moaned again, hoping it would help him reach his peak as you were coming close to yours.

His hands flew up to your neck, choking you, sending you almost over the edge which caused you to tense up your pelvic muscles.

“Oh shit”, the words flew from his mouth, his head shooting back when he came, your own body trembling with pleasure.

A few slow thrusts more and he pulled himself out and laid next to you, your eyes closing with a smile on your face, feeling sleepy after the overwhelming fulfillment you just received.

“Y/N?”, you heard Drew’s voice, but didn’t bother to answer, feeling like sleep was the better option out of anything right now.

“Y/N”, he repeated more firmly and you groaned when you opened your eyes and turned your head to him.

Only to see him looking down at you with a mix of shock and worry on his face.

“What?”, you quickly asked, getting up to rest on your elbows.

He just stared at you for a moment before speaking.

“The condom broke”.

#drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey dirty imagine #outer banks #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #rafe cameron

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souvenirsofsurgery · 3 years ago

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monty’s horror movie list

no one follows me for this but i’m back in my horror movie obsession era so here we go. some of them are good, some of them are bad (but I love them), and some of them are kind of unacceptable, like, morally tbh, I’m sorry

anyway, in no particular order:

mother!: I just watched this one today so it’s on my mind. get ready to be stressed out by deeply uncomfortable social situations for like, the first hour and a half and then genuinely disturbed for the last twenty minutes. i finished this and then sat in my room mouthing “what the fuck, what the fuck”. v good, 10/10

Orphan: What if you adopted a kid but they sucked?

Absentia: I was really impressed, cause this was like a low-budget, crowd funded movie but it’s so so good. This one is about a woman whose husband went missing years ago, a creepy tunnel, and family relationships. V quiet and sad

Possum: Not very much happens in this movie for a long time but the atmosphere is so good, and it’s genuinely creepy. The ending also made me so uncomfortable I almost couldn’t watch it, so there’s that

The Wolf House: Incredible unsettling stop-motion animation, and I’m a sucker for good animation. Makes more sense if you know a little Chilean history, but it’s interesting even without that context

Amityville: It’s About Time: Jumping right from that foreign arthouse film into cheesy schlock, what if a clock made people evil and fucked up?

Hell House LLC: More! Schlock! This is a fake documentary/found footage movie about people trying to make a haunted house in an old hotel... but what if it was haunted for real??

Host (the 2020 shudder original): Unfriended if it was good

Hereditary: Made me sad :( This was one of the first movies to genuinely scare me in a while, and my sister-in-law won’t even let anyone talk to her about it. The story about a family dealing with grief and complicated relationships is also just so interesting to me, this one’s in my top 10

Anything for Jackson: Reverse possession movie: they try to put a spirit IN someone! Hell yeah. So many good, weird ghosts in here, I love some good, weird ghosts

13 Ghosts: (the early 2000s remake) Speaking of good weird ghosts. What if your estranged uncle died and left you a house but there was a ghost jail in the basement? I just rewatched this movie with my little brother and remembered how much I love it. Very schlocky, Matthew Lillard’s acting is off the fucking walls and I love it, why does he act like that??

Kindred: One of the only “is it in her head, or is it real?” movies where I actually really wasn’t sure. It’s about a woman whose husband dies right before she’s about to give birth, so she ends up staying with his family and slowly starts to question their motives

Parents: What if you were just a little kid and you started to suspect your parents were eating people?

Basket Case: I’m not crying over a B movie, I’m not crying over a B movie. In this one, two conjoined twins are surgically separated against their wills, with one of them getting thrown in the trash. As adults, they start hunting down the doctors who did it to them

The Poughkeepsie Tapes: Very depressing fake documentary about a serial killer. Just fucked up and sad

The Taking of Deborah Logan: One of the few found footage movies that I think is actually good. A small documentary crew goes to film a woman and her aging mother who’s suffering from dementia, but they start to think that... huh, maybe this is something a little worse than dementia...

Ju-On: The Grudge (the original Japanese one): this movie just freaks me out, I don’t like how Kayako moves around, I don’t like the sounds she makes, and I don’t like her weird little son

The Ring (the American remake): I saw this movie when I was like 8 bc someone recorded it over the Willy Wonka VHS I’d gotten from the thrift store, and I’ve been fucked up ever since. In it, a woman sees a cursed tape that will make you die in seven days, and has to try and figure out how to save herself before then. GREAT atmosphere, very creepy

Sadako Vs Kayako: What if the girl from the Grudge and the girl from the Ring fought each other? Hell yeah. Plus, love that a ghost hunter comes to help with the situation and he’s got a random mean little girl with him. People are like “why is she here?” and he’s just like “she’s my associate” okay?? Where did she come from??? I’m obsessed with this movie

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: A classic. Rancid, nasty atmosphere, just feels gross, 10/10

Society: Rich people suck so so bad and are very fucked up

House of 1000 Corpses: I love this movie and I’m sorry, its just some disgusting, campy fun. Like, what if your car broke down the night before halloween and ended up in a house with some terrible (but very entertaining) people?

Oculus: The idea of being a little kid, stuck in the house while your parents are slowly losing it, or potentially being possessed by something evil, is really scary to me. This movie does it so well. It moves back and forth from the main characters going through that in their childhoods, to them as adults, back in the house where it happened, and it’s so so good

Hellraiser: You tell me it’s about the blurry line between pleasure and pain and I watch it. The designs for the cenobites are so good. I like this first one a lot, but I also really enjoy the second one bc the torture dimension looks like MC Escher designed it and it’s sick as hell

The Others: This is one of my favorite, like, classic haunted house kind of movie. A mother keeps her kids inside an old mansion, with all the curtains drawn, because they have an illness that means they can’t go in the sunlight. Very, very creepy

The Blair Witch Project: This one just feels so real, I’ve never seen another found footage movie that reached this level. The actors knocked it out of the park, how am I so freaked out just by a couple of people wandering around the woods? It’s the blueprint, honestly

A Nightmare on Elm Street: You guys know this one, he gets you in your dreams! Probably my favorite of the classic slashers, I love some good old practical effects. my brother actually just bought me the WHOLE box set for my birthday so I’m gonna start working though the ones I haven’t seen yet

Jennifer’s Body: What if your best friend, who you have a very homoerotic relationship with, started eating dudes? Iconic. No, but seriously, this movie has a lot more going on than you might think

House of Wax (the 2000s remake): Bad, but so good. It’s really got that uncanny valley thing going on, love that fucked up wax museum

Ichi the Killer: Pretty unacceptable, I can’t in good conscience tell you to watch this movie, but it’s definitely an experience. Very very very violent, like super violent, but in the wildest fucking ways. Basically, what if you were a masochistic Yakuza member with a weird joker mouth and you just wanted a sadistic vigilante to beat the absolute shit out of you? Anyway, I think there’s something wrong with Takashi Miike and probably also me

Black Christmas: This is one of the og og slashers. It’s about girls getting killed in a sorority house, but surprisingly it’s like, not really an exploitation film, and I really like the characters. Good, unsettling killer, too

The Baby: WEIRD. Weird and uncomfortable. I’m not trying to kink shame anyone when I say this, but it’s probably definitely a fetish thing. In it, a social worker takes on the case of a family with an adult son who they’re claiming has the mind of a baby. This one’s probably kind of unacceptable too, to be honest with you

#horror #horror movies #horror movie recs

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yarichinbokutoclub · 4 years ago

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rules: make a drabble/headcanon or describe the first time you and your chosen character met.

tag game by @paradise-creator , thank you @keisdeliveryservice for tagging me in this!!! ofc i decided to write about my best boy tendou bc he has my heart 🥺🥺

classmates: @finnyboywolfhard @1-800-imagine @m3llos @thicchaikyuuboys

tw: toxic family and mentions of bullying

a/n: i’m sorry this is kinda sad and depressing but i was listening to phoebe bridgers when writing this and i think she like took over my body

It was a chilly Monday night in January and, of course, you were working. Coming from a lower class family, you were never just handed what you wanted. Your parents made sure to let you know that you were nothing but a burden. A dent in their wallet so to speak. So, from the day you were finally old enough, you’ve been working. Your dedication to your job was astounding, working almost every day after school. Sure, it felt like your youth was being wasted working all the time, like you were missing out on things other kids your age got to experience, but that didn’t really matter to you. After all, you didn’t have any friends, although you chose to keep it that way. You learned from a young age that people were not all good and not everyone was kind. Most of the time people only got close to you to use you or to build you up and then break you down. So, you dealt with the bullying and snide comments at school about how you were a loser and how weird it was that you never talked to anyone or joined any clubs. You knew that none of this mattered, after all it was only high school. What did matter to you, however, was the fact that the newest Shonen Jump came out today. Jump was your paradise, so to speak. The only place you could get away from it all. Pretending you lived in these make believe worlds made everything feel okay, even if it was only temporary. It was nearly time to close. But, by the time you finally got out of this godforsaken cafe and to the nearest convenience store they would probably all be gone.

This wasn’t just any copy, it was a widely anticipated one. One of your favorite stories had a new chapter coming out and it was supposed to be juicy. Did someone say major character death? You needed to get it so no one would spoil the storyline for you online or through overheard conversations. Something that had happened to you one too many times. Time felt like it was crawling on, moving as slowly as it possibly could. You glanced at the clock, 7:55 it read. Your heart began to race thinking about how few copies were probably left. Yet, time slowed. It could only be described as the last few minutes of school before a big break, or a car in rush hour traffic. Anxiously awaiting what you knew was to come when the clock finally struck 8:00. You finished ringing up your last customer, packing up their pastry and wishing them well. That’s when you heard it, your boss over the intercom. “The time is now 8:00 and we are officially closed. Thank you for shopping with us today and please, do come again.” It was like you had been waiting for that all your life. Time began to race again as you quickly grabbed all of your belongings and clocked out. Yelling goodbye to your boss as you raced out the door like a racehorse leaving the starting line.

You ran, no sprinted, to the nearest convenience store. It felt like you had been running for hours when it finally came into view. The air was frigid and the winds scolding but yet you powered through, determined to get your copy. Finally reaching the store, you burst through the door. Making a b-line for the aisle you were oh too familiar with. That’s when you saw it, a tuft of bright red hair moving faster than the speed of light. “Shit.” you cursed under your breath. And just like that, your night was ruined. He beat you to it. His hand grabbing the book just seconds before your own could. You had never felt so defeated. It was such a trivial thing, but Monday nights were your nights to escape and live in a world of your own devices. The tall red head looked at you, almost teasingly, and smiled. He probably didn’t intend to seem as though he was mocking you but… You tried to ignore it and just smiled back before turning to go home.

“Hey! If you want you can have the last copy.” he shouted after you.

Turning around to look at him, you replied, “No, that’s okay. You were here first, you deserve it!” You put on your fakest smile and left.

The weather had seemed to turn almost as quickly as your emotions had. The night air had not seemed so threatening before. But now, the once scolding winds seemed all but furious and the sky seemed to weep. Of course it was raining. Could your night get any worse? Realizing you had forgotten your umbrella, you sat down on the stoop outside and began to sob. Your melancholy feelings being perfectly reflected by the weather that night. You heard the door to the shop open, but you chose to ignore it. Choosing instead to wallow in your own self pity.

“...Hey,” his voice was gentle but firm, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” you replied, harsher than you meant to.

“I know you don’t know me but you can talk to me if you want. I think I might be able to understand,” no one was ever this nice to you. However, being the nihilist that you were, you couldn’t help but feel like his kindness was a double edged sword. He had to have an ulterior motive, everyone always did. Your mind was molasses, oozing indiscriminately over his words, struggling to find your own. That’s when he spoke again. “Here, I want you to have this.”

You turned to look and were met with, not only the kind eyes of an understanding stranger, but the last copy of Jump, which you so desperately craved. “Oh, no. I can’t take that.” You quickly dismissed him.

“I insist, use the money you brought to get yourself an umbrella,” he said, forcing the book into your hands with a smile. “Besides, I can just read it online with my subscription.”

And with that, he turned and left. Never even telling you his name. You took his advice and made your way inside to purchase a disposable umbrella. And then you started your treacherous journey home. The weather did seem to let up a bit, which you were grateful for. By the time you finally made it home you were so physically and emotionally drained that you couldn’t even bring yourself to read the new chapters. Opting instead to set an extra early alarm for the next morning, you threw yourself into bed and passed out, dreaming of the odd boy who had shown you kindness you had never seen before.

The next morning you awoke with a start, all but jumping out of your bed to grab the manga. Flipping to the first page you saw what looked like a handwritten message. Trying your best to make out the chicken scratch when suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks. It was a note from the boy you met yesterday. “It may not seem so bright now, but I promise the future has a lot to offer. Text me if you ever want to talk. -Tendou Satori (xxx) xxx-xxxx.” There it was, his name. You smiled, wider than you ever had. Just like it had the day prior, the weather seemed to perfectly mimic your ever changing emotions, as the clouds began to dissipate and the sun shone bright, brighter than you ever thought it could. Today, for the first time in what felt like forever, would be good.

#tendou imagine #tendou x reader #tendou hcs #tendou scenario #haikyuu tendou #hq hcs #hq!! hc #hq hc #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq

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peaches-writes · 4 years ago

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journey to the moon

description: lee minho of the southern village is as reckless and crazy as he is intelligent and curious but sometimes that’s okay member: minho / lee know genre: fluff, strangers to friends (?) au, historical au, mythological / fantasy au, implied forbidden lovers au word count: 3.1k warning: mentions of blood & a self-inflicted wound, implied death, explicit language, minho defying the laws of nature notes: repost bc it won’t show up on the tags for some reason?

Minho’s face reflects eerily vivid on the surface of the clear volcano lake illuminated by the bright silver light of the full moon, etching his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips on in great detail the more he leans closer. Next to him in a similar kneeling position, his friend and guide, Bang Chan, teasingly places a hand on his back and pretends to push him in at this, chuckling when the other boy then leans back in response to glare back at him. “Careful there, Lee,” He reminds in between his amused laughs, deliberately ignoring the daggers being shot right on his face. “the lake, as much as it’s still for now, is still home to a 30-foot serpent.”

“I know, I was just admiring my face.” Minho rolls his eyes, eliciting more laughs from Chan. “Now, what do we do?”

“Now?” Chan raises his eyebrows, the younger boy nodding eagerly at this. “Now, we wait.”

“You said the serpent will come out at midnight—and it’s midnight.”

“Do you think monsters care about the time?” Chan only scoffs teasingly, gaze now trained to the vast lake ahead. “Don’t worry, the Priestess said that this particular monster will only come out around this hour! We won’t have to wait long.”

Minho sighs in frustration but eventually mirrors the older boy’s far-reaching gaze anyway, leaning back on the rocks and grass that cover the shore beneath him as he grips tightly on the arnis stick and bolo on both of his sides in preparation for his plans to prove Hyunjin and Jisung’s theory once and for all.

It’s the stupidest idea ever, even to the standards of his two aforementioned friends who accidentally planted the theory in Minho’s mind over a harvest ago. Climbing on the back of a lake serpent—even if it’s just a 30-feet one, considered a mere baby compared to the others of its kind around the archipelago—is unheard of in all of the islands for obvious safety reasons. As Seungmin has reasonably pointed out earlier this evening, “It’s better that you’re on the ground, banging pots and pans at the sea serpent to make it come back down, than being on its back and flying up to the moon with it.”

But Minho insists on doing it and proving it possible, anyway, even when Hyunjin and Jisung have made it apparent that they only talked of it lightheartedly. Proving a clearly dangerous idea aside, he stubbornly doesn’t want to admit it to his friends that he has another reason to go through all this trouble—an even wilder and far-fetched motive that can, unfortunately, only be satiated by climbing on the damn serpent.

As much as Minho is smart, he can be too curious about reckless and crazy things too.

“What in the name of the gods—? What the fuck, Minho?” After a dragging moment more of waiting, Chan turns to Minho and catches him impulsively slicing his arm open with his bolo, squeezing blood into the water. “Minho, no—stop!”

“It’s taking too long—fuck, ow, that hurts,” Minho hisses against the pain, shaking his fist for more droplets before resorting to placing his entire hand in the water. “maybe the damn monster needs an incentive.”

At this, a low grumble echoes in the distance, steel grey eyes peeking out of the lake right on the foot of the volcano. Chan’s own eyes widen at this, his hand instinctively flinging to Minho’s wrist and taking the boy’s hand out of the water. “Now, you’ve done it!” He exclaims in his panic, pulling himself and the younger boy up to a stand.

Seemingly unfazed, Minho only sheaths his bolo and removes Chan’s death grip on his wrist, wincing slightly in the process. “Well, at least, it worked or else we would’ve waited the entire night!” He points out as he then kicks his slippers off and dips a foot in the cold water with a shudder. “Anyway, I’m off! This monster’s going to take me to the moon!”

“Do you have a fucking death wish, Lee?!”

“I thought that was obvious when I asked you to accompany me tonight.” Minho chuckles dryly, proceeding to dip his other foot in and walking further in the water. Glancing over his shoulder to Chan’s mortified expression, Minho then sends him a wave before fully sinking in the water, swimming towards the fast-approaching serpent. “See you later! Don’t come in unless my head’s already decapitated or something!”

“What?! No, I’m coming i—” But before Chan could even finish that thought, Minho’s already throwing his arnis at the shrieking monster, the wooden stick hitting its eye and effectively distracting it. “Fuck.”

Right in the middle of the lake, Minho swims as fast as he can towards the wildly thrashing serpent, eliciting more sudden movements as he climbs onto its back. “Well, this is—this is easier than I thought,” He grunts in his struggle to hold onto the monster’s scaly skin, managing to climb up after with more effort. “The ride better be fucking—better be fucking worth it!”

Turning to Chan’s general direction as he climbs further up the serpent’s back, Minho then manages to flash a thumbs up at the older boy all the while avoiding the serpent’s attempts at turning around and devouring him. “I’m good!” He yells into the silence of the night, almost making Chan faint. “I’m all good!”

“Oh, dear, in the name of all gods,” The older boy sighs in complete worry, a hand now permanently glued to his temple as he tries his best to restrain himself from going in the water himself. “Damn it, Minho!”

But, as if Chan’s worried tone entered one ear and escaped to the other, Minho only climbs further, unsheathing his bolo once he’s reached the very back of the serpent’s crown and thrusting it deep into its scales that causes a violent and deafening shriek to echo across the entire island. “I’m sorry, buddy, I know it hurts,” Minho sighs impatiently once more, his free hand reaching forward to grip its equally scaly crown. “but I really need to get to the moon and you’re the only available ride on the island.”

The serpent throws its head around wildly in pain as Minho digs deeper into its flesh with the bolo until eventually, as if it finally understood his intentions, it begins lifting itself up from the water and into the night sky. Yelping both in surprise and victory, the boy then holds onto his bolo even tighter, resting his head on the serpent’s scales as it quickens its pace in rising out of the lake. “Wooh!” He exclaims into the cold air that welcomes his ascend upwards, looking down on the ground gradually growing smaller below his dangling feet before closing his eyes shut and turning his head back upwards. “Fucking heights.”

Clearly, Minho did not think too much on the possibility of succeeding.

Fortunately for him, the serpent’s ascend to the heavens is quick enough to cover his view of the earth below with the clouds not long after, prompting another sigh from his lips but this time in relief. Gazing up ahead, the moon grows bigger almost in the same pace as the earth disappear right behind him and effectively distracts him from his fear of great heights, its moonlight illuminating his curious eyes almost blindingly if not for the monster’s thin crown lining its entire head that provides a flimsy protection for his sight.

Minho now knows why humans can only look at the moon from the earth. “Wow…” He trails off in pure amazement, mouth falling agape and his free hand unconsciously reaching for its surface as it draws near.

In the distance, wood and ceramic could be faintly heard being banged against each other as people gaze up into an unexpected lunar eclipse. Minho can only imagine Hyunjin and Jisung cursing up at him from their homes at this hour, making him chuckle to himself. This’ll show them.

Finally, Minho then reaches the surface of the moon when the serpent stops and engulfs the heavenly body’s visible surface with itself. Quickly, he then takes his bolo out of the serpent’s flesh (much to more of its painful cries) and slides down from its back and onto the fine rocks of the ground, breaking into a sprint until he’s at a reasonable distance to not be devoured easily once the monster finishes tending to its wounds.

“So this is the moon…” He muses out loud, voice echoing into the overwhelming nothingness of space as he whips his head around in different directions.

He walks for a bit, observing the rocks and naming the nearby stars under his breath; only noticing your presence when he cautiously looks back over his shoulder at the lake serpent after. Taking a surprised step back, he catches your attention when he almost trips on a rock in the process, eyes widening and lips falling agape when your eyes meet.

Minho has an even wilder and far-fetched motive besides proving to Hyunjin and Jisung that riding the lake serpent is possible and it’s to prove your existence, the guardian of the seventh moon.

You stand next to the lake serpent with your hands hovering gently over its scales, producing a blue light that contrasts your red robes but more importantly seems to heal the stab wound faster. When your eyes meet Minho’s because of the sudden gasp that leaves his lips, you only laugh at his clumsy antics before beckoning him over with your hand. “I knew this serpent wouldn’t come here injured without bringing along its perpetrator.” You gesture to the lake serpent, now seemingly calm under your touch. “Come here.”

“I’m sorry—what?” Minho blinks twice and furrows his eyebrows, his bare feet unconsciously planting itself firmly in place because of his confusion.

Your soft smile doesn’t waver in front of him one bit and you beckon him over again with another wave of your hand in response. “The serpent won’t wake up until much later, don’t worry.” You assure him. “Come here, it’s rude to barge in someone else’s home, you know. The least you could do is introduce yourself.”

“Also, you’re injured.” You point out after as an afterthought, too, gesturing to the dried blood on his arm. “I saw from up here. Your friend was sort of right—you do seem like you have a death wish.”

If you were another person, Minho would’ve fired a witty retort at your remark but he decides on politely biting back his tongue for now as a precaution to what you’ll do if he unknowingly crosses a line with you. After a brief pause, he finally musters up a nod before cautiously striding towards you. Briefly looking up at the monster right above your heads, he then meets your eyes for the second time and shakily extends his clean hand out in the awkward space between the two of you. “I-I’m Lee Minho from the Souther—Southern village.”

You gladly accept his hand once you see the serpent’s stab wound fully healed from the corner of your eye, making Minho’s eyes widen again at the surprising warmth of your palms. “Y/N, guardian of the seventh and last moon.”

Minho didn’t know that you have a name. The elders often just referred to you as the Guardian of the Moon and its other variants. He reminds himself to remember this for later.

“So,” You snap him out of his daze right after, chuckling when Minho’s gaze perks up. “what do you want from me on this fine night? Besides healing your self-inflicted wound—can I?”

“What? Yes?” Minho furrows his eyebrows, letting you take his wounded arm in your hands anyway to quickly seal off the large cut.

“Minho, I don’t have to eavesdrop on your conversation with your friends to know that you wouldn’t go through all this trouble for nothing so tell me: what do you want from me?”

“I-I don’t,” Minho shakes his head slowly at you as you place his fully healed arm back on his side, still a bit cautious in your presence. “I don’t need anything from you. I was just curious—about the lake serpent and the moon.”

You nod in satisfaction and Minho’s unconsciously tensed shoulders relax at this. “That’s…huh, that’s a first. From what I’ve heard of my goddess and other protectors of the devoured moons, people usually climbed up to the heavens in the hopes of getting wishes or seeing the father god, things like that.” You muse out loud, shaking your head when he raises a curious eyebrow at you. “I don’t grant wishes, though, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I really am just curious about the serpent and the moon.” Minho repeats, earning him a nod from you. “Actually, you see, my friends said it’s impossible to get on the its back and climb up the moon but I wanted to prove them wrong—and also find out if you actually exist since I’ve always heard of you and the other protectors of the old moons from the elders.”

You smile even wider at this, heat rising up your neck. Waving dismissively at him, you clarify, “You’ve probably heard of the one before me, actually, the original protector of this moon. I just came here 48 harvests ago from when the moon goddess found me; that’s probably why your villagers either confuse my name or omit it altogether from stories.”

“Huh?”

You giggle at his returning confusion. “The original protector fell in love with a shapeshifter on your earth many moons ago so the goddess had to banish him from this realm. Changbin’s a demigod so it caused great confusion among everyone, both on this heaven and the earth, as much as it was difficult to replace him.” You then decide on elaborating further, the gears on Minho’s head immediately turning at the mention of the familiar name.

Of course he knew Changbin from one fo the neighbouring islands. With unmatched trading and leadership skills that is currently the talk of the elders, it’s no surprise to find out that he’s actually a demigod. He’s always seemed to carry himself rightfully high, after all. “Is that so?” Minho muses anyway, making you nod again.

“I’m seriously new to this whole thing and you’re my first human visitor, actually.” You point out. “Usually, it’s just the lake serpents coming over.”

At the mention of the monsters, Minho looks up at the sleeping serpent once again, gently stirring as if it had a cue and looking uncharacteristically peaceful as compared to just minutes ago. “Do they not try devouring your moon?”

“They try,” You sigh with pursed lips, letting out another giggle after. “but the high gods have made it impossible for them to do so. What would the earth be without the last moon in the night sky, right?”

Minho nods in agreement, half of his mind already wandering somewhere else —or rather someone else.

Observing you more casually now, he really does think he’s seen you somewhere before.

“So,” You snap him out of his daze again but this time, he barely gives a big surprised reaction. “Is that all you need?”

You have a faint inkling that he wants to ask you something more but he visibly shakes the thought away and answers, “No, I think I have everything I need.”

“In that case,” You then remove your bracelet from your wrist, detaching a small teardrop-shaped charm off of it and placing it at the palm of his cleaner hand. “Take this, in case your friends ask you for proof.”

“What is it?” He asks, his gaze flickering down to the dainty charm now on his palm.

Somehow, it looked familiar—almost like a distant memory that seems to replay in Minho’s head like a dream.

But you shrug, an unexpected response that makes him furrow his eyebrows again. “I don’t know either, to be honest. The moon goddess said she found me with it but it’s enchanted and brings rain in the evening.” You answer. “It’d be good for your village. It hasn’t rained in a while, right?”

“How?” Minho asks next, whether it was directed to asking you about how the moon goddess found you or how the charm brings rain he’s not even sure anymore.

You answer both anyway. “The moon goddess found me on the brink of death from a small epidemic in my village—I just can’t remember exactly where I came from.” You frown before your eyes wander off to the charm and you quickly add, “Oh, wait, you mean the charm? You tie it around your rain maker and pray to the moon goddess! Sorry, that was really unnecessary information!”

“Oh, I see...I’m sorry about your—how the goddess found you, um,” Minho nods anyway, closing his fingers around the charm before looking up at you again. “I should...I should get going now, should I?”

He sees a small frown on your face but you quickly hide it away with a smile, nodding back at him. “Would you like to go back with the serpent or should I just send you home?” You ask him after. “I can’t grant wishes yet but I’ve been practicing enough magic to get to places!”

“I think I trust you with the magic more.” Minho chuckles as well, gulping nervously when the lake serpent comes into his peripheral vision once again and the thought of having to look down on the ground from a great height crosses his mind.

“Alright, then.” You conclude, wearing your bracelet back on and clasping your hands together. “Just close your eyes and visualize where you want to go, I’ll take care of the rest.”

And Minho obliges, closing his eyes and thinking of the lake where below. Chan still better be there or else.

The last thing Minho remembers of this journey is the feeling of your warm hands on his temples and your soft chant to a spell in your ancient tongue.

When he opens his eyes again, Chan’s hovering over him worriedly, the moon glowing faintly just behind the red-haired boy.

“Are you okay?” He asks tiredly, helping the younger boy up to a proper sit. “I just came back from the village. What happened?”

Opening his closed fists, Minho and Chan immediately freeze at the sight of the teardrop-shaped charm and that’s when it becomes just slightly clearer to him.

“Is that—?” Chan asks in disbelief, pointing curiously at the unmistakable trinket.

“The moon goddess found me on the brink of death from a small epidemic in my village—I just can’t remember exactly where I came from.” Your voice seems to echo back in Minho’s thoughts.

Only then does he realize that he’s definitely met you somewhere before and it’s all the more reasons for him to try and see you again.

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Lonely With You

Pairing: ProHero!Izuku x GN ProHero!Reader

Warnings: Self doubt, self deprecating thoughts/words, cursing, reader is very angry in the beginning and throws something if that’s a trigger for anyone (doesn’t throw it directly at anything or anything in particular), lots of crying on reader’s part, song fic, tooth rotting fluff at the end. <3

A/N: Song fic! Sports by Beach Bunny. I said I couldn’t write shit but here we are. I just one shotted this thing in the span of like 3 hours and in 3 more hours, I have to go into work with no sleep. :’) But really it’s fine bc I had motivation and I DID THE THING. I wrote something I kind of liked! I am obsessed with this song right now, so suffer with me I guess.

The second you stormed into the house and slammed the door shut behind you, Izuku could tell something was off. Sure, you had your bad days, but somehow this was different.

“Hi, love! How was your da-” Before he could even finish, you cut him off with an angry look and a short response.

“Fucking awful. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Izuku knew better than to take your short response personally, though he would be lying if he said it didn’t irk him in the slightest. However, you didn’t curse often, and using the “F” word usually meant you were at your wits end with whatever situation you were dealing with. He watched you as you strode past the kitchen with blind rage and threw down your headpiece to your hero costume. A piece of it actually busted off from how hard you had chucked it across the room, nearly missing his eye as it flew past him and making him visibly flinch.

Upon seeing his reaction, you immediately stopped in your tracks and snapped out of your fit of anger, concern for your partner taking over you instead. “Shit-! Izu, I’m so sorry, are you alright!?” Tears welled in your eyes as you panicked and checked his face over for any collateral damage, and when you could find none, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Are...you okay? I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it, but you look really...upset.” He struggled to find the right words for a moment. You looked upset, sure, but it was more than that. There was a foreign look in your eyes he hadn’t seen before, something heavy and dark lurking behind your usually bright orbs. His heart couldn’t help but ache for the look you gave him.

If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you. Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?

You broke down in tears within seconds, cries of frustration and anguish clawing their way up from your ribcage to your throat. Today had drained you for all your worth and made you feel utterly exhausted. But if you were being honest, this had been going on much longer than just a day. It just so happened that today’s events had been the last straw for you and left you feeling defeated. Months of self doubt and anxieties were finally catching up to you, and now you were paying the price.

Izuku wrapped his arms around you tightly and held your head to his chest as you hiccuped. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” He nuzzled his face into your hair before pressing a sweet kiss to your crown, his hand sliding to your back to rub comforting circles.

“I’m no good,” you managed between sobs. “I’m a terrible hero, and I should just quit while I’m ahead. I’ll never amount to anything useful. All I do is get in the way and cause problems for others!” You continued to cry while Izuku let you vent, although it took everything he had in him not to interject that all of those things couldn’t be further from the truth.

Why are we so complicated? Maybe love is overrated...

“I’m a failure. I failed my mission and if it wasn’t for Uravity...” You let out a strangled cry as you admitted what was weighing you down so heavily. “They almost died! They almost died, and it would have been all my fault! If I had just pushed myself harder, if I had done more, then- then- then none of this would have happened!”

“Oh, love...no.”

“I should just do everyone a favor and stop being a Pro. My manager did always say I was better as a sidekick, anyway,” you laughed bitterly at the memory, distracted only for a moment before returning to crying, albeit a little quieter. “I’m ready to give up. Everything I do is wrong... I don’t think I’m cut out for this anymore.”

I’m tired of waiting! I was never good at sports; save the games for the girls on the tennis courts.

Izuku sighed softly before cupping your face in his hands and gazing intently at you. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are not a failure. You are the light of my life and the best thing to have ever happened to me. Do you know that?”

You hesitated a minute while you sniffled and rubbed at your eyes. “Are you sure about that? Because I feel like I’m failing at everything... At being a hero, at being a friend, and at being your partner. I’ve been so stressed out lately that I’ve barely been able to pay attention to you. I’m so sorry, Izuku...” Fresh tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as your self doubt ate at you.

Say you need me, but lately you feel unsure.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Ah, I’m sorry-”

“Nope! No more apologizing, especially when you didn’t do anything wrong.” A small smile found it’s way to his lips as he spoke, “I’ve watched you grow from a student in the hero course with me into the wonderful person and amazing hero you are now, and I want you to know I’m proud of who you’ve become. You’ve been nothing but nice to Uraraka, Iida, and Todoroki, and you’ve done everything you can to support me and be there for me when I need you to be. You cheered me on and pushed me to do better when I felt like giving in so many times. Without you, I wouldn’t be the hero I am today.”

“That’s really flattering, but I think All Might was mostly responsible for making you the hero you are now.”

Come on to me, come on to me...I need more!

Izuku laughed a little as you smiled at your comment, though the pain remained behind your eyes still and his gaze was just as intense as before. He quickly regained composure and continued. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit, love. I was watching the live feed from home while you were on your mission, and from one hero to another, you did all you could with the hand you were dealt in that situation. You can’t place unnecessary blame on yourself for something that’s not your fault. You weren’t a hinder to them, and you didn’t cause them any further problems. I mean, unless you were the one who set the building on fire, but that’s not likely, right?” His teasing tone was meant to lighten the situation, but it seemed to have no affect against the worry and anxiety radiating from you. “Y/N.”

“Hm?” At some point you realized you had zoned out and starting daydreaming about all the possible ways the situation could have gone wrong. Izuku’s voice pulled you back to reality and away from your twisted reverie.

“I love you. It’s okay to feel upset and angry about today, about yesterday, about last month- and especially about that comment your manager made. Which, by the way, we need a new manager for you now, but that’s not the point. I want you to know that I will always be here to support and love you like you’ve supported and loved me. Your friends love you and support you also, you know. Uraraka was just asking me about you yesterday, actually...said you looked a little blue. Oh, and Todoroki wanted me to pass on a message. Something about an angry pomeranian? Are you two making fun of Kaachan again?” He gave you a pointed look.

“Well...yes and no?” You sheepishly grinned and laughed while he just rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, the point I’m trying to make is that you are worth so much more than you think. Your friends love you, I love you, and your fans also love you. You’re more than just a sidekick. You’re an amazing hero and an even better partner to me, and you are not and will never be a failure at any point in time. You did all you could to save those people, and if you hadn’t stepped in when you did, Uravity might not have been able to get to them after all. If you don’t want to be a hero anymore, then of course I’ll support you no matter what, but that’s not really what you want to do, is it?”

Deep down, you knew Izuku was right. There was no way you could step down from being a hero; you loved helping people almost as much as he did. Being a hero was just as much a part of you as your nose or your eyes or your lips. It was a second nature, something you couldn’t just give up on so easily.

“I want to help people and be a hero. I just...lately, I just don’t feel like I’m good enough.”

You sounded so sad and dejected still, and it absolutely broke his heart. Izuku silently promised himself to do everything in his power to make you believe in yourself again before racking his brain for ideas on how to further cheer you up. When you had bad days, there were certain things he did to comfort you and help you relax, but this seemed to be a bit more serious, and thus, required a more elaborate solution than the normal hot bath and back massage. Maybe...yes, that was perfect! It probably wouldn’t fix the problem long term, but it would be a good start.

“You are good enough, and I will always be here to remind you of that.” He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “Come on, let’s go relax in bed. I’ll even give you a ride there if you want.”

Your eyes immediately lit up as he turned around and crouched down so you could climb on to his back. As goofy as he was, you absolutely adored him. “Yes! You’re the best!” You squealed as he lifted you up with ease and locked his arms around the back of your legs to keep you nice and secure while he strode to the bedroom. Once there, he set you down on the bed before putting his plan into motion.

At the foot of your bed, you had a night sky projector that would cast the image of stars and planets onto your ceiling. Izuku had gotten it for you for your last birthday, and you loved it dearly. It made you feel content and relaxed when you were restless. Often times, you used it while you were in the bath or right before bed when you were having a rough night. It was perfect for occasions like this. Choosing the setting with the purple colored lights, Izuku powered it on and the two of you watched as your bedroom lit up all over. It was like you were really in space.

He made his way back to bed where you were currently snuggling into the giant comforter you both shared, a blissful smile on his face at the sight of you. You seemed to be feeling better already; you cuddled up to him as the little spoon as soon as he slid under the covers with you. He made sure to find a comfortable position for the both of you, and with the ambience set, there was only one last thing to do.

“If you feel broken, promise I won’t break your heart. If you shatter, I won’t let you fall apart. Why are we so complicated? Love’s a word I’ve always hated...”

You listened to him sing softly, the words falling from his lips effortlessly as he serenaded you with your favorite melody.

“I’m tired of waiting! I was never good at sports; save the games for the girls on the tennis court. Say you need me, but lately you feel unsure. Come on to me, come on to me, I need more...”

You closed your eyes and slowly drifted away from your worries as he sang. If every night could end like this, then maybe everything would be okay after all.

“It always feel like I need more... Jesus Christ, you’re so confusing! If we keep score, bet my money that I’m losing...”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

You felt his laugh reverberate through his chest as he snuggled closer.

“Go to bed, Y/N.”

“Mmn...”

“If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you... Tell me, baby, why do you seem so blue?”

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