#and 404 he falls in love again again

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EVERY TIME I THINK OF THIS PANEL I GO A LITTLE MORE INSANE. THE BEGINNING. THE BEGINNING OF WHAT?? wonder duo era?? hero partners bakudeku?? their marriage?? their eyes meet across the battle field and something BEGINS??? HORI LET ME IN I JUST WANNA TALK

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Episode 15 Queen of Tears BaekHong recap

Hae In is being manipulated by shibalsaekki YES. He made up a different story about her relationship with Hyun Woo by altering her memory into something entirely different. He even separates her from her family and she believes everything that he said. Although she did not totally lose her personality and her judgement, she put her total trust in YES. Now, let's see some plot holes in this ridiculous plot. First of all, how the hell does YES know about her “attempt” to kill herself? That incident happened in Germany when she was devastated after finding out about the divorce paper prepared by Hyun Woo. If we want to make the argument that he just made up that story without any knowledge about it, it still didn’t make sense because YES is creating believable stories to Hae In to make sure that it did not fall far from her previous memories. Hae In had a dream when she was almost being hit by a truck. She remembers a piece of that specific memory because YES had changed the real reason behind that incident. Although it was somehow Hae In’s subconscious that wanted to give up on her life, she was not trying to end her life because he was cheating on her. It was because she was devastated that Hyun Woo prepared for a divorce behind her back while lying to her that he loves her. But since she will slowly regain her memory, I was hoping that it will guide her slowly to Hyun Woo even though her memories had been altered by YES. But it won’t happen!! Why??? Because this drama is already on episode 15 and they are rushing to give closure for each character and side couples.

The hospital staff are much more ridiculous if anything; they sign an NDA and could be sued if they try to say anything to Hae In and the hospital was obviously bribed by YES to keep it a secret. Hah!! Which moron doctors/surgeons would let a random person to be a patient’s guardian without any letter? And to mention here that the patient has high risk of memory loss after the surgery. Their practitioner’s licence could be revoked and sued on top of that. That just peaks idiocy for this type of writing.

I wouldn’t argue about Hae In being oblivious to all her suspicions about YES. I would say she has always been suspicious of him but had no choice but to believe him because YES provides his arguments with concrete evidence and she cannot totally rely on her instinct due to all the evidence. But all the strange things around her should make her realise it on her own, and again I blame it on the writer’s decision to make the amnesia happen in episode 15. She should be able to deduce it herself with how she is uncomfortable with YES, her secretary being replaced, her bedroom drawer with nothing inside it and she mentioned that she checked an article online so what about the article where she said that she was being threatened by YES? So many loopholes and too many things left without conclusion.

Scene: Hae In being mesmerised by Hyun Woo even in his prison’s uniform

The moment she locked eyes with Hyun Woo, I bet her heart was beating like crazy and when he said “Hae In-ah”, she must have felt it deep in her heart but she believed in fact and not her heart. So, she shakes off that feeling and acts cold to him because she believes that Hyun Woo is the cheating bastard that stalked her. But the fact is that she couldn’t even hold eye contact with Hyun Woo. Hyun Woo’s teary “Are you healthy now?” is replied with Hae In’s cold “If not, why would I be here?”. Hae In is stabbing my heart with that cold eyes and tone. Hyun Woo has only been worried for her well-being and health while never trying to ask anything about her memory. He never rushed to try and tell her stories about the past Hae In. He just wanted to make sure that she is healthy above anything; he never wanted her to be in pain even though she hates him now because of YES lies. He believes in their love and it will guide her to him even though it will takes a lot of time. When he said that he always worried a lot about her and he missed her, she was taken aback. Her heart melted at that word but she was later mad because she can’t believe that her heart raced because of this cheating bastard. So she went at him harder and while Hyun Woo was sad and frustrated, he tried to persuade her to believe in him but Hae In is not giving him the chance. So Hyun Woo tries a different method, to question her own logic with the situation and be the sane voice that was hidden in Hae In’s head. She can barely refute his question and we see her resolve is slowly breaking because she couldn’t make sense of the situation. Hyun Woo's heart breaks some more after seeing Hae In’s finger without the ring. He said sorry for breaking his promise to be by her side after the surgery and for making her come and see him in this state. He asks her to take care of her health while being pulled away by the prison guard. Hae In is in confusion with all of the emotion that she feels and need a moment to get her bearings back.

Scene: Hyun Woo is cleared of all charge

Hae In decided to stalk Hyun Woo who is being released from prison because she is worried that her stalker is out of prison. So she basically stalks her stalker worrying that the stalker will do something to her. Good excuse Hong Hae In. It was touching to see Hyun Woo being out of the prison and finally reunited with his family. His hugs with his siblings are so cute but when he hugs his mother, I cried. How could anyone have the heart to hurt this good boy? Hae In is confused as to why Soo Cheol is living with her ex-husband’s family and thinks that they are a weird family. I only noticed when Hyun Woo was hugging his mother that he was already wearing his wedding band, he must have worn it right after he got back his belongings. It's bittersweet in a way that she didn’t have any memory about the ring and the hardship they went through, before she decided to wear the ring and decided to live for Baek Hyun Woo. But, all of her memories of their past are there with Baek Hyun Woo and she only needed to really hear his version of the real Hong Hae In. Na secretary is doing her best to help Hae In without getting fired by giving her clue about her true love. But, Hae In is clueless and still needs more time to process her feelings and organise her thoughts and new information by other people instead of from that lying shibalsaekki.

Scene: Is this karma for Baek Hyun Woo?

Hyun Woo is back in the Queens Group and Hae In just had to be in the right place and bumped into him in front of the elevator. She is confused that her first instinct was to avoid him and then come back (?) to her senses and decided to ask him some questions. But we know that she is just making excuses to see him. She was taken aback when she bumped into him in the corner and looked nervous when she saw him walk towards her. He needs to talk to her and Hae In is not losing the fight and said that she too... has something to say. They meet in the company’s lounge and Hae In immediately sets the tone straight for him and makes it clear that she is uncomfortable to see him. Hyun Woo was left speechless with a hurtful expression, but Hae In is not done yet and keeps provoking him by saying that he is just an opportunist trying to try and seduce her again. Hyun Woo hides his disappointment and tells her that he thought that she will be able to recognise him soon because she was so confident that she will fall for him again because he is her ONLY ideal type. Hae In is not even hearing anything from him and is firm with her decision to not see him again. Hyun Woo is defeated with Hae In’s resolution and lets her go without a fight. He knew her, she would not believe anything that he said because she already sees him as the bad guy and it will take more than a talk to prove her that YES is lying and there is more to the stories that she didn’t know. The comedic relief makes a comeback when her handbag’s handle was stuck on her chair, but she thought that it was Hyun Woo who's holding her handbag. Imagine her embarrassment when she saw that Hyun Woo did not even hold her and it was her handbag’s handle that was stuck.

Scene: Hyun Woo’s entire universe

Hae In receives a scheduled email for an invitation to the aquarium. It is the same aquarium Hyun Woo proposed to her for marriage. Shout out to “before” Hong Hae In for helping your current self. It was a nice parallel with her past memories when she said “Why is this big place empty?”, which was the same thing that Hyun Woo said to her years ago. As she walked through the tunnel inside the aquarium, she saw someone standing in front of the aquarium screen (she couldn’t recognise him from behind TT TT). Hyun Woo turned around and Hae In was confused with his presence there. But, it was “before” Hae In who invited him there and he was also puzzled by the invitation unknowing that it was “before” Hae In who sent it to him. Current Hae In is totally clueless about the invitation and suddenly the lights switch off around them and their wedding day video was shown on the aquarium screen. Hyun Woo had a melancholic expression while watching it. He is with the memory of their wedding day and Hae In without it are both holding their tears back. Hae In is probably perplexed by the sudden rush of emotion seeing the video but she seems oblivious to her own feelings, as if she didn’t realise that her eyes are full of tears. Hyun Woo swallows his frustration and sadness throughout the video and lets out a heavy sigh once the video ends.

The aquarium staff bring out a huge flower bouquet and hands it to Hyun Woo with a card from “before” Hae In, they also reveal that Hong Hae In had reserved the whole place and the flower bouquet. They reveal that this is not the first time she reserved the whole aquarium and had made the same arrangement four years ago. Thanks to that, Hyun Woo finally knows that Hae In has been playing as his universe years ago (FINALLY!). Why is he so innocent and naïve? Baek Hyun Woo……… “I see… It wasn’t the universe. It was you.” Will she ever remember this part of their memories? Will she ever know how much she loved him before? It makes me sad for these reasons when Hyun Woo mentioned that, and she didn’t understand what he meant by those words. Once she read the card that she prepared for him, she was in disbelief that “before” Hae In was making this much effort to remarry someone who had been cheating behind her back. She knew that the old her wouldn’t make that kind of decision and she is right, Hyun Woo said the same that she wouldn’t have done it if he was the kind of bastard that YES painted him to be. He was finally able to say something and have Hae In listen to him. He asks her to start doubting everything that YES said, that YES is not someone who protected her and has actually been the one who isolates her from him and her family. Hae In started to believe in him and she noticed his scar on his right hand and remembers YES lies about saving her from the car crash. She begins to fully doubt YES with evidence, finally!

Hae In meets YES at his house and starts to see him in a different light. She seems to finally notice his weird possessive behaviour and we can see her hold a guard up in front of him. She is reading his emotions carefully to make sure that he won’t notice that something has changed with her. She also confirmed her suspicions when she saw that there were no scars on his right hand which was covered in bandages previously.

Scene: Miraculous notebook with her four leaf clover

I was so angry when I saw in the preview that YES was burning her notebook and then amazed again with her luck. The first snow in Germany put out the fire and saved her notebook. She finally got a hold of her notebook and started reading it. Thank God (if only I knew what would happen right after). I should’ve known it when she called Baek Hyun Woo and asked to meet him that this god forsaken drama is going downhill or should I say underwater? Anyway… she regains her memories one by one while reading her notebook. She was able to remember the moment she wrote it while she was in her ward in the hospital in Germany. The words that Hyun Woo said to her came back one by one and she was feeling sorry for her harsh words and treatment of Hyun Woo while she lost her memory. She describes Hyun Woo's lovable qualities and it makes me cry. Then, I sobbed in my pillow with her last sentence, “He’s the reason I didn’t want to lose my memory. And even if I did, he’s the only reason I wanted to live. Baek Hyun Woo… is the name I don’t want to forget till the end.”

Hae In was driving her own car to meet with Hyun Woo but YES tracker on her car started beeping and I know this episode will end in vain. Hyun Woo and Hae In just had to meet on the opposite side of the road and this brings a deja vu (in Germany when they were about to start being happy, they happened to be on the opposite side of the road as well). Hyun Woo was waiting to cross the road when his vision of Hae In was being blocked by a bus and when the bus passed, Hae In disappeared. While he crossed the road, YES crashed into him with his car… Fuuuuuuuuuuu

Summary:

I thought I had little to say for episode 15 because there are not many scenes for our couple but it turns out I had so much to say about the ridiculous plot. Starting with the amnesia plot in episode 15, but with additional ridiculous plot twists that are only putting more emphasis on YES instead of our couple. Can we focus on one thing and then another? It was soooooooo infuriating to get this much ridiculous plot that in turn just made this supposedly romantic comedy drama into a makjang. I did not sign up for this. I was supposed to see Hae In and Hyun Woo rediscovering their love miraculously without the makjang plot line. Might as well make this drama into 20 episodes and I wouldn’t complain about the plot. I like fast paced drama but I don’t like drama that fails to explain itself and loses its focus towards the end of the series. It was a fun ride until episode 14 and then I realised that YES and MSH are still scheming when we only have 2 episodes left. So of course we will get the last 2 episodes that try to fit in the plot that are worth at least 4 more episodes.

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lie - December 3rd - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 404

He couldn't bring it up. For some reason, there was something inside him physically stopping him from saying the words. Even as he scoffed and frowned and refused to look James in the eye, he couldn't bring himself to say why he was upset.

He knew it wasn't fair. James was usually so sweet and kind and good. But to say how he was feeling felt so vulnerable, especially now.

So he sat, arms crossed and legs pulled to his chest, looking determinedly away from his boyfriend and glowering.

"Reg, you have to talk to me, baby. You know I'll fix whatever it is, but you need to tell me," James was saying patiently. "I promise, I-"

It was the word 'promise' that finally made Regulus look up with a furious expression. "Do you?" he asked angrily. "Or are you lying? Because you lied when I asked you to spend time with me last night and you said you had homework!"

He couldn't put his finger on why the lie hurt so badly. Maybe it was the lie itself, or maybe it was the deep feeling of rejection that it brought. The feeling of being put second and forgotten. Either way, he felt angry tears prick at his eyes, and he looked away again, even as James gasped and tried to meet his gaze.

"Reg," the older boy said softly, gently guiding his chin so they were facing each other. "I did have homework."

"Then why did I see you walking around the castle with Lily?" Regulus demanded, a tear falling down his cheek. He hated that James made him like this. So needy, so attached. He desperately wanted to not care. "It's not that it matters," he scoffed, blinking back more tears. "Spend time with her! I just- you lied, and-"

But strong arms pulled him into a hug and he couldn't help but melt for a moment.

"Lily was helping me a get a book, love. For my essay. Here, look," James whispered in his ear before pulling back and grabbing a book from his bag which was indeed stamped by the library with yesterday's date.

"Oh," Regulus mumbled, looking down as relief flooded through him.

"Reg, I would never lie to you, I promise," James vowed, thumb skating over his cheekbone, "but I need you to ask be if you're unsure, alright?"

And Regulus leaned back into his embrace, nodding. "Alright."

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❛ 𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 404 ❜

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉…matt wants to try something new, and it drives you absolutely insane.

pairing: sweetheart!matt & shy!reader

cw: SMUT, oral (f receiving), face sitting, lowkey matt the munch, use of pet names, praise, fingering, and more!!! i laughed so much writing some of this and it’s not proofread so enjoy !

wc: 2.5k

matt loved eating you out.

in fact, it might be his favorite thing. he enjoyed it much more than receiving head and that says a lot, given that you were pretty talented at that.

but he also thoroughly enjoyed taking his time with you. he loved seeing you get all flustered and shaky with every flick of his tongue or curl of his fingers. he loved how shy you were. he lived for it.

which is why right now, he’s got his head stuffed between your plush thighs at the end of the bed, littering soft kisses across your inner thighs.

“matt…” you mutter whinily, pussy weeping with need. you loved how he always took his time with you, you really did, but it gets unbearable after a certain point. “what is it, sweetness?” matt coos, looking up at you, his icy blue eyes making you throb with need even more.

“please,” you whine softly, scooting down toward his face a little more. your face flushes in embarrassment as he glances up at you again, his teeth sinking into the flesh on your inner thigh. “i can’t—can’t wait anymore, i—please.” you sputter, covering your face with your hands.

matt chuckles softly, reaching up and pulling your delicately manicured hands away from your face, interlocking his fingers with yours and resting them on your stomach. “okay, okay, baby,” he goes back down to your glistening pussy, keeping his hands interlocked with yours.

he teasingly dips his tongue into your hole, eliciting a whimper from your swollen lips before he licks a tantalizingly slow stripe up your slit and back down again.

he pushes his tongue into you, his nose euphorically rubbing against your clit. you let out a breathy moan, arching your back off the bed. matt lets out a guttural noise into your pussy, the vibrations making you squirm.

he laps at you relentlessly, as if it were his only tether to life. you squeeze his hand, pressing your eyes shut tightly as your jaw falls slack. you peel your eyes open momentarily, glancing down at matt, seeing him lost in a state of absolute bliss.

“you taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” matt gruffly moans, releasing one of his hands from yours bringing it down to your pussy. he uses his fingers to spread your folds, latching his lips onto your clit, sucking on it fervently. a string of high-pitched moans fall from your mouth as you squeeze his hand even harder, practically threatening to break his bones.

his slender fingers prod at your entrance, gathering up a mix of your arousal and his saliva. matt grinds himself into the mattress as he devours you, but he finds more pleasure in the movements of his mouth than the movements of his hips against the bed.

matt pulls back slightly, admiring the glistening sight before him. he slides his two middle fingers in with an embarrassing level of ease—you were absolutely drenched. “so, so wet f’me, sweetness.” he mumbles sweetly, admiring the way his fingers pump in and out of you agonizingly slow.

your mouth falls open, glossy eyes rolling back into your skull as he continues his movements. matt lets a breathy chuckle vibrate against your thigh as he leans in and presses a kiss to your folds before delving in again. you use your free hand to cover your flushed face, moaning against it.

you fight the urge to crush his head between your thighs, trying your hardest to keep your legs open. matt is sloppy and slow with the languid movements of his tongue and fingers. your stomach practically drops to your toes as he curls his digits inside you, hitting that one spongy spot, and you let out a strangled whine.

“such beautiful noises, baby,” matt praises, loving the way your clenching around his fingers already. your sounds were music to matt’s ears—like a lullaby in a way. but matt feels like it isn’t enough. he’s not getting a deep enough taste. not drowning in your pussy like he’d want to be.

he slowly pulls his fingers out of you, sucking them clean and sitting up. you whine at the immediate loss of the euphoric feelings, opening your eyes to look up at him. you prop yourself up on your elbows. “wh-why’d you stop?”

matt moves up to where you’re laying on the bed and cups your deeply flushed face in his hands. “i’ve got a question to ask you, darling,” he says cautiously, deeply afraid of making you too uncomfortable. he obviously knew you were a very bashful girl, and as much as he desperately wanted what he was about to ask you for, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with it.

“oh, uhm—okay.”

matt brings his hands down to your bare thighs, squeezing them gently. “you trust me, right, sweet girl?” he asks in that low, velvety tone. you nod, clearly confused as to where this was going. “and you know i’d never force you into doing anything you’re really uncomfortable doing?” he asks another question, and once again, you nod. okay, now you were getting kind of nervous.

“baby, i want you to sit on my face.”

oh. oh!!! haha! wow!

that’s definitely new. your inner dialogue starts going absolutely nuts.

what if you like—suffocate him? what if you crush him? what if he doesn’t like it? oh my god. he actually just said that. out loud. with his whole chest. is he serious? he can’t be serious. he’s serious.

matt searches your slightly panicked face for any sign of him getting a response any time soon. yeah, he doesn’t find any of those signs. you were just in a state of pure nirvana 2 minutes ago and now your panicking and nervous and excited, and—wait. excited.

your mind is still going haywire. your face is literally on fire. is this what spontaneous combustion feels like? what if you look stupid? what if you do it wrong? can you even do this wrong?

he’s waiting. he’s still waiting. oh so patient. say something, dummy!

his hands are on your hips. his hands are on your hips!!! oh god.

this is matt. your sweetheart, matt. the man who carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. the man who kisses your forehead and tells you to be careful. and he wants you to—nope. brain shutting down. blue screen of death. error 404.

“well—and what if—uhm, well—are you sure…? i-i don’t know i can, i don’t wanna like…suffocate you.” you stammer nervously, glancing down at your fidgety hands.

matt tilts his head slightly, giving your hips a squeeze. “you’re not gonna suffocate me, silly girl,” matt reassures softly, a delicately reassuring smile on his face. god, his gorgeous ass face. “i just wanna try somethin’ new. if you really, really don’t want to then we don’t have to, okay? just say the word.”

but that’s the problem. you don’t actually know if you really, really don’t want to. okay, think. what if you just try? just once? for him? he looks so patient, like he’d never rush you. and you know he wouldn’t. he’d never let you feel anything less than safe around him.

matt speaks again, and it’s clear he’s eager for you to agree. “baby, let me take care of you. you just gotta sit there, yeah? i promise i’ll make you feel so good. let me worship you, sweetheart.”

and god, his words are like honey and arsenic all at the same time. you wished he could drink his words up so he could taste how painfully sweet they were.

oh god, okay. you actually want to do it. deep breath. okay. just…trust him.

“o-okay. okay, i-i’ll do it..” you stumble over your words, your face flamingly red. matt’s ice blue orbs light up. “yeah?” he asks in confirmation.

“yeah.” you confirm.

oh boy.

matt leans in to softly press a kiss to your tender lips. “gonna make you feel so amazing, pretty girl.”

fucking hell. you practically melt right there, like a damn snowman into a puddle. his sweetness is so intoxicating that you almost forget you’re nervous.

matt lays down on the pillows and gestures for you to hover above him. with reluctant and shaky hands, you steady yourself on his chest and swing your other leg over him so you’re straddling his chest. you move up to hover above his face, and you swear you catch a glimpse of a smirk on his face as he locks his arms around your plush thighs, yanking you down onto his face, making you let out a squeak.

his warm breath caressed your folds, and the sensation was electric, sending little jolts of pleasure through your body—head to toe. you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper, a sound of pure delight.

matt’s tongue began it’s exploration, starting with gentle strokes along your outer lips. his movements were slow and deliberate, teasing you with each flick and swirl. his hands move from your thighs to your ass, kneading it softly, eliciting a little gasp from you.

“taste so fucking sweet, baby.” matt groans into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure one after another through your body, head to toe. “love this pussy so much, sweetheart—could eat it all day,” his explicit words sent a wave of heat through your core, and you subconsciously grinded your hips slightly, seeking more of that sweet attention. you felt so shy but you also felt so into it.

matt responds to your subconscious movements by increasing the pace of his tongue, flicking it against you with precision. he migrates to your clit, that puffy bundle of nerves, and lavishes it with attention, sending sparks of electricity flowing through you.

“o-oh, matt! f-feels—mmph—“ you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders. matt darkly chuckles against your wetness, “feels good, doesn’t it, sweetness?” and you frantically nod your head, eyes squeezed closed and mouth hung open. your thighs trembled on either side of his head, and you roll your hips against his face.

little did you know, matt had stolen at least 15 glances up at your blissed-out face since he started.

matt’s hands slid from your ass to your shaky thighs, momentarily massaging your flesh before slithering his hands up to your pussy, parting your lips to gain more precise access. as his tongue continued it’s relentless assault on your swollen clit, his fingers joined the dance, sliding into your wetness with ease. the dual stimulation was almost too much to bear, and your body was trembling on the edge of ecstasy.

“sh-shit matt, i—oh—don’t stop pl-please don’t—don’t stop!” you babble, your nails carving little red crescents into his pasty skin. your words only motivate matt more, as he devours your pussy like a man starved.

matt’s fingers curled inside you, pressing against that sweet spot deep within, which sent you spiraling toward the precipice of pleasure. his tongue quickened it’s pace, and you felt yourself losing control.

“cum for me, sweetness, c’mon baby,” matt groans into your pussy, and his words were the final push you needed. with a final, desperate grind against his face, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation. your body trembled and strangled, whiny moans fell from your lips as tidal waves of bliss crashed over you, your voice echoing throughout the bedroom.

matt continued his sweet ministrations, drawing out your orgasm until you were left spent. with one last deliberate lick, matt pulls away from your puffy pussy. you take that as a signal to slowly lift yourself off his face, legs trembling. matt gripped your hips to help you off and sat you down next to him. his stubble was coated with your slick and whatever of your cum he didn’t lap up.

“uhm…i—that was really, really, uhm, amazing.” you fall face first over your words, your cheeks immediately flushing. how could you have been so shameless in the moment, grinding on his face like there was no tomorrow, but now you’re sitting here stammering and blushing like an absolute mess?

matt chuckles softly, placing a hand on your shaky thigh and kneading the flesh. “i’m glad you enjoyed it, sweet girl. thank you for letting me do that, i enjoyed it too.”

and that’s when the realization kicks into your mind, and your brain starts going haywire again.

oh my god. oh my god. that actually just happened. you actually just did that. and he actually just thanked you. what are you even supposed to say to that? ‘you’re welcome’?? no, absolutely not. your brain is short-circuiting, your legs feel like jelly, and you’re pretty sure you forgot how to breathe somewhere in the middle of all this.

he’s still touching you, his hand warm and steady on your thigh, like he knows you’re shaking and is trying to ground you. but that just makes it worse because now all you can think about is why you’re shaking and why your brain feels like mush and why you’re still lying here like an idiot, unable to form a single coherent thought.

oh god, he’s still looking at you. waiting for you to say something. why is it that literally every other time he’s ever talked to you, you’ve never reacted like this? why is right now different? what if he can tell you’re spiraling? what if he thinks you regret it? you should say something. something casual. something normal. something—

wait. did he just call you sweet girl?

no, because that’s actually so unfair. he cannot just say things like that and expect you to function properly. he’s already ruined you enough for the night, does he really have to go and do that too? yeah, you’re definitely back to your normal self. shy and overthinking.

you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding and the fact that you probably look insane right now. after all that overthinking, the best you can manage is a quiet, breathless, “i…um. i’m glad you enjoyed it too.”

your face burns instantly. you want to disappear. that was not normal or casual at all.

matt smiles. smiles. like that’s the stupid answer he was hoping for, like you’re not currently spiraling into the next dimension. he tilts his head, eyes flickering across your face before he lets out the smallest laugh.

“yeah?” his voice is all gentle teasing now, warm and slow, a little bit smug. “you sure about that, sweet girl? ‘cause you’re lookin’ real overwhelmed right now.”

your face somehow gets even hotter. “i—i’m just processing!”

“processing,” he echoes, clearly entertained. his hand moves, tracing slow, mindless circles into your skin, and it’s like he’s testing you, seeing if you’ll squirm. (you do.) “should i be worried about what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

you shake your head quickly, but that only makes him more playfully suspicious. “no—i—nothing! i’m fine!”

matt just raises a brow, completely unconvinced. but instead of pressing, he leans down and presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. it’s so tender that your chest aches.

“mm. if you say so,” he murmurs against your skin. then, softer, “c’mere.”

before you can react, he’s already pulling you into him, shifting you until you’re tucked against his chest. his hand finds your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles there, and it melts you instantly. you might as well be a snowflake that just fell onto a hot fucking grill. you breathe him in, warm and steady and safe, and feel all the leftover nerves drain from your body.

he presses another kiss to your hair, voice low and impossibly fond. “you did so good for me, pretty girl.”

your entire soul combusts.

you bury your face in his chest, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing tethering you to the earth. “you can’t just say things like that,” you mumble, muffled against his skin.

matt chuckles, all rich and smug, because he absolutely can.

and he’ll never stop.

a/n: hi…my first smut in like a month HELP. also this is so much better compared to my fuckass cringy smut that i already have posted on here like 😐 it actually hurts. also i laughed so much writing maple’s inner dialogue😭 anyway i love sweetheart!matt he’s sexy.

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[svt-luna]

hii can i request luna calling the svt members by the wrong name and seeing their reaction

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SVT REACTS TO LUNA ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── Accidentally calling them the wrong name

synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s reaction to Luna accidentally calling them the wrong name.

new format for the new tier (?) i thoroughly enjoyed writing this one and ever since i have posted the masterlist for svt reacts, a lot of you have been submitting the prompts you want to see next and i am super excited to get started on those! happy reading my lovelies and see you soon 💛🤍

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt reacts

⍣ ೋ🍒 [S.COUPS]

The practice room was peaceful, which should have been his first warning. Nothing in SEVENTEEN’s world stays peaceful for long.

He was lounging comfortably, minding his own business, when Luna, unknowingly signing her own death certificate, handed him a drink and casually muttered, “Here, Soonyoungie.”

Froze. Blinked once. Twice. Processing… still processing… ERROR 404: LEADER’S EGO NOT FOUND.

ERROR. CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED. SYSTEM FAILURE IMMINENT.

His entire body stiffened on impact, as if she had just drop-kicked his dignity off a cliff. His brain short-circuited so violently that, for a brief moment, he was no longer Seungcheol, leader of SEVENTEEN— he was just a man betrayed in the cruelest way possible.

Slowly turned his head toward her with the disappointment of a father who just found out his child failed a math test despite having a tutor. His eyebrows knit together in betrayal, his lips slightly parted in sheer disbelief.

This was not just a mistake— this was a scandal.

The sheer weight of his disappointment could have crushed an entire nation.

“Soonyoung?” he repeated, voice so calm it was actually terrifying.

Blinked three times in complete silence as if waiting for a divine explanation to fall from the heavens. He blinked again, as if giving her a chance to correct herself before he officially lost his mind.

Luna did a double take, realizing that it wasn’t Hoshi next to her.

Luna’s fight-or-flight response activated instantly. Her soul packed its bags and fled. Her eyes widened in terror, hands clumsily flailing as she tried to backpedal. “WAIT—NO, THAT’S NOT—”

S.Coups let out the biggest sigh known to mankind, one that carried the weight of ten years of suffering. Dramatically placed a hand over his heart as if she had stabbed him with betrayal, head tilting back like he was experiencing Shakespearean-level heartbreak.

“Wow. Of all people, Soonyoung?” Shook his head. Scoffed. Whispered, “Unbelievable. This… this hurts, Jiyeon.” (Used her government name. This was serious for him).

Looked away, shaking his head like he had just learned his best friend was actually the villain in a plot twist.

Stared at an imaginary camera, The Office-style, for a solid five seconds. Contemplated his entire existence.

Luna, desperate to fix her mistake, waved her hands wildly. “It was an accident! I am tired! I thought you were Hoshi—”

He sat up dramatically, eyebrows raised, fully prepared to drag her. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s not like I was the one who stayed up last week comforting you when you had a breakdown.”

Stood up. Pacing. Muttering under his breath like a man scorned. “I should’ve known. The signs were there. I ignored them. That’s on me. I didn’t know you’d be the one to betray me.”

Luna, on the verge of a breakdown herself, groaned, “OH MY GOD, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. You’re being dramatic…”

Hands on his chest, clutching his pearls.

“AN ACCIDENT? YOU SAW ME AND STILL CALLED ME SOONYOUNG!”

Collapsed back onto the couch with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Whispered to himself, “I didn’t raise you like this.”

Would never let her live this down. Ever. Would bring it up during the most inopportune moments just to see her suffer.

“Hey, remember that time you called me Soonyoung?”

“THAT WAS SIX MONTHS AGO.”

“And yet the wound is still fresh.”

⍣ ೋ🪽[JEONGHAN]

Yoon Jeonghan is the biggest menace known to man— let’s start there. He’d get even… a hundred percent.

Oh, Luna messed up. She messed up big time. But she didn’t know it yet. Jeonghan knew it, though. Oh, he knew. And the moment the words left her mouth, he had already decided that she would never know peace again.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. Luna was scrolling through her phone, multitasking between replying to messages and absentmindedly talking to Jeonghan, who was sitting next to her. It was casual, relaxed— dangerously so.

And then, like the heavens themselves decided to bless Jeonghan with the greatest gift of all time, she absentmindedly called him “Joshie.”

Jeonghan’s brain registered the betrayal instantly, but his face remained completely neutral.

Not even a twitch. No dramatic gasp, no offended expression— just pure, calculated silence.

This was an opportunity.

Slowly turned his head toward her with an expression so unreadable it was actually terrifying. Blinked once. Twice. Then, with the smoothest, most even voice known to mankind, he said, “Who’s Joshie?”

Luna froze. Her fingers hovered over her phone screen, eyes darting to him as if she had just realized she was standing on a landmine with no escape. Her soul did ten backflips and crash-landed into the abyss.

“Wait—I didn’t mean— I was texting Shua—”

“No, no, it’s okay.” He smiled.

Oh no. Not the smile. The one that hid a thousand schemes. The one that meant he had already won.

“Joshie, huh? Wow. That’s crazy.”

Leaned back on the couch, arms crossed, nodding as if this was the most fascinating discovery of his life. Whispered under his breath, “Joshie… Joshie… I didn’t know we were at that stage in our relationship.”

Luna knew she was doomed. “I swear, it was just a slip—”

“No, I get it.” Jeonghan put a hand on his chest, mock hurt dripping from his voice. “Five years. Engaged. And yet, I’m just another Joshua in your eyes.”

Luna groaned, already wanting to crawl into a hole. “It was an accident! My brain lagged! I was texting Joshua!”

“Oh really? You were texting Joshua?” He tilted his head. “Or should I say… Joshie?”

Oh, he was milking this. He was squeezing every last drop of suffering out of this moment. He grabbed his phone, pretending to text.

“What are you doing?” Luna asked, voice full of dread.

“Oh, just letting Joshie know the good news.”

“WHAT GOOD NEWS?” Luna wanted smack the back of his head.

Jeonghan smirked, showing her his screen. He had typed out a message to Joshua that simply said:

“Hey, Joshie, just found out Jiyeon thinks about you when she looks at me. Any thoughts?”

Luna lunged at him. “DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW.”

Jeonghan, laughing like a supervillain, dodged easily. “Oh, no, no, no. This is my leverage now. You think I’m letting this go? Absolutely not.”

Would bring it up at the most unnecessary moments.

“Hey, can you grab me some water? Or should I ask Joshie instead?”

“Wow, you look so pretty today. Does Jisoo think so too?”

“Should I dye my hair like his? Maybe then you’ll remember my name.”

Luna knew one thing for certain: She had just given Jeonghan a lifetime of teasing material. She had lost this battle. And the war.

Oh, but Jeonghan wasn’t stopping there. No, no. This was only the beginning. The next phase of his plan? Calling her every random girl name imaginable just to see her reaction.

It started casually. Too casually. Luna had just finished brushing her hair when Jeonghan, lounging on the bed, casually glanced up and said, “Looking good, Minji.”

Luna snapped her head around so fast she almost got whiplash. “What did you just call me?”

Jeonghan, with the most innocent expression known to mankind, blinked at her. “Minji. That’s your name, right? Or is it Jisoo? Or maybe… Yuna?”

Luna’s eye twitched. “Yoon Jeonghan, I swear—”

“Oh, relax, Soojin. You’re so aggressive today.”

Luna yeeted a pillow straight at his face. Jeonghan, laughing like the menace he was, dodged it with ease.

This became a game to him. He’d throw out random names at the most ridiculous times.

“Could you pass me that remote, Jihye?”

“Wow, thanks for making dinner, Seulgi. So sweet of you.”

“Hey, Hyejin, can you scratch my back real quick?”

Luna, now fully fed up, stomped toward him with the wrath of a thousand suns. “Call me one more name that isn’t mine and I will actually smack that stupid smirk out your fucking face.”

Jeonghan grinned. “Okay, okay. I got it, babe. You win.”

Pause. A beat of silence.

And then, with a smug smirk, he added, “Sorry, I mean… babe… or should I say… Somin?”

Luna full-on lunged. Jeonghan barely escaped with his life, laughing like a villain as she chased him around the room.

At first, Luna had been playfully mad, but after the hundredth time, the joke started to sting a little. It wasn’t like she actually thought Jeonghan meant anything by it, but hearing random girl names instead of her own, over and over, started to feel a little too real.

One evening, when he lazily threw out, “Thanks for the coffee, Hani,” expecting her usual exasperated groan, Luna just… stopped. She didn’t glare. She didn’t throw a pillow at him. She just stood there, stirring her drink with her lips pressed together, shoulders slightly hunched.

Jeonghan instantly noticed. His smug grin dropped as he watched her fiddle with her mug, not looking at him.

His teasing brain might be the size of a galaxy, but he wasn’t stupid.

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned.

“Oh no…” Jeonghan muttered under his breath, moving closer. He gently poked her cheek. “Baby? Nana-ya?”

Luna pouted, looking down. “I don’t like it when you call me other girls’ names.” Her voice was soft, almost sulky, and Jeonghan felt his soul leave his body.

Immediate panic mode. “Oh, no, no, no, my love, my pretty moon, my one and only Jiyeonie, come here.” He was already cupping her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. “You know I was just messing around, right? You’re the only one I’d ever call mine.”

Luna sniffled. “Then why do you keep calling me other girls’ names?”

It’s crazy how fast the tables had turned pt. 2.

Jeonghan physically recoiled. He had never felt so villainous in his life. “I am so sorry. I will never do it again, Nana-ya.”

But before he let the joke die completely, he made sure of one thing. He leaned in, locking eyes with her, tone suddenly serious. “Say my name.”

Luna blinked. “Huh?”

“Say it. I need to know you still remember it.”

She rolled her eyes, but Jeonghan was relentless. He leaned in even closer. “Say it, Jiyeonie.”

Luna sighed, but there was a small smile creeping onto her lips. “Jeonghan.”

“Louder.”

“Jeonghan.”

He tilted his head. “One more time, for the people in the back.”

Luna huffed, pushing his face away. “Yoon Jeonghan, you absolute menace.”

Jeonghan grinned, finally satisfied. “That’s right. That’s my name. I love hearing you say it. And I’ll make sure you never forget it again.” He kissed her forehead, finally letting the bit go.

Luna sniffled again, but the pout was gone, replaced by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”

From that day forward, Jeonghan never called her another girl’s name again.

And Luna? She never made the mistake of calling him the wrong name ever again.

⍣ ೋ🦌[JOSHUA]

Joshua Hong, the human embodiment of kindness and patience, did not even flinch. The moment Luna slipped up and called him the wrong name, he merely blinked, absorbing the mistake with the grace of a saint.

“Han— Oh, wait— Shua! I meant Joshua, I’m so sorry!” Luna gasped, eyes wide with immediate regret. She clasped her hands together in a desperate plea for forgiveness, already bracing herself for potential teasing or dramatic reactions.

But Joshua, ever the composed and forgiving soul, simply smiled. Not a hint of annoyance, not a single trace of offense— just pure, unbothered tranquility. It was almost unnerving how unaffected he was.

“It’s fine,” he assured her effortlessly, brushing it off. The way he said it so genuinely made her feel even worse.

Luna, still feeling guilty, shook her head. “No, no, it’s not fine. I feel terrible! I don’t know what happened, my brain just—”

Joshua held up a hand to stop her, chuckling lightly. “Really, Jiyeon-ah. It’s no big deal. I know you didn’t mean it. But—” he tapped his chin thoughtfully, tilting his head as if reconsidering.

Here it comes. The condition.

Despite being deemed “normal” he was far from that.

Luna perked up, desperate to redeem herself. “But what? I’ll do anything!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Buy me a coffee, and we’ll call it even.”

Luna blinked. “That’s it? Just a coffee?”

Joshua smiled again, this time a little amused. “Yep. That’s all it takes to heal my broken heart.”

She groaned, but she was already reaching for her phone. “Fine. But I’m getting you the most expensive one on the menu to make up for it.”

He laughed, “I won’t stop you. Oh, and while we’re at it… you do remember my name now, right?”

Luna dramatically sighed. “Joshua Hong. Hong Jisoo. I will never forget it again.”

And she didn’t… that coffee was expensive.

⍣ ೋ🐱[JUN]

Jun was mid-bite into his orange when Luna completely and utterly betrayed him.

“Hey, Shi-shi, can you— oh. Wait.”

Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. Eternal.

Jun did not speak. He did not blink. He simply put down his half-eaten orange slice, wiped his hands with a napkin, and slowly turned to face her.

His eyes? Empty. His soul? Possibly ascending.

Luna tensed, feeling the weight of her mistake. “Junnie, I—”

Without breaking eye contact, Jun calmly raised both hands… and formed Hoshi’s signature tiger claw gesture.

Luna’s jaw dropped. “God— please no.”

Jun nodded, his expression still unreadable. Then, in the most monotone voice imaginable, he said—

“KWON TI—” He cut himself off mid-sentence, exhaling sharply through his nose as if the sheer effort of speaking was too much.

Luna smacked her forehead. “OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS.”

But it was too late. Jun slowly, methodically, stood up. He adjusted his posture, squared his shoulders, and became Hoshi.

“TIGER POWER,” he whispered, barely above a breath.

Luna covered her face with both hands. “MOON JUNHUI. STOP.”

He did not stop. Instead, he gracefully spun in a circle, did an exaggerated tiger pose, and let out the most deadpan, lifeless “HAEYA.” the world had ever heard.

Luna was losing her mind. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS??”

Jun finally blinked, looking at her with complete and utter indifference. “I don’t know. Why is Hoshi like like this?”

Luna groaned, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. Jun, still blank-faced, caught it with one hand and did another slow-motion tiger claw.

“Fear me.”

She did not.

But she did immediately vow to never make that mistake again.

⍣ ೋ🐯[HOSHI]

Hoshi was in the middle of passionately explaining his latest choreography idea, hands flailing, eyes sparkling with excitement, when Luna casually shattered his entire existence.

“That sounds amazing, Channie! You’re such a genius with choreo— oh, wait… SHI-SHI. I MEANT HOSHI.”

The room went dead silent. Hoshi froze mid-motion, arms still dramatically outstretched, mouth slightly open as if the betrayal physically knocked the wind out of him.

Slowly— painstakingly slowly— his arms dropped to his sides. His eyes, once full of light and passion, dimmed like a dying star.

Luna, sensing immediate danger, waved her hands frantically. “No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it! My brain lagged! HOSHI, YOU KNOW I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!”

But it was already too late. Hoshi placed a trembling hand over his heart, inhaling sharply through his nose as if she had physically stabbed him.

“You…” He swallowed, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think… Dino made this choreography?”

Luna panicked. “NO, NO, I—”

He dramatically took a step back, clutching his chest. “AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE TAUGHT YOU. AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH.”

“SOONYOUNG-AH, PLEASE.”

“DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?” His voice cracked for effect. “AM I JUST A DANCE MACHINE TO YOU? A BACKGROUND CHARACTER? A… A REPLACEMENT??”

Luna was suffering at this point. “OH MY GOD, IT WAS A MISTAKE, STOP BEING DRAMATIC.”

Hoshi gasped like she had slapped him. “DRAMATIC?? ME?? YOU THINK I’M BEING DRAMATIC??”

She groaned, rubbing her temples. “Yes. Because you are.”

He threw his head back, arms spread wide. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.”

Then, out of nowhere, he dropped to the floor in slow motion, one hand reaching for the heavens like he was in the final scene of a tragic musical.

“SOMEONE CALL KWON SOO— I MEAN, LEE CHAN. SINCE HE’S OBVIOUSLY THE NEW PERFORMANCE LEADER.”

Luna let out an exasperated scream. “Kwon Soonyoung. GET. UP.”

But he did not. Instead, he rolled onto his side, curling into the fetal position. “Leave me here. I have no reason to get up. I am but a forgotten relic of the past.”

Luna, now at her limit, bent down and grabbed his face. “KWON SOONYOUNG, IF YOU DO NOT STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW, I AM NEVER BUYING YOU TIGER MERCH AGAIN.”

Immediate silence.

His eyes flickered with conflict. His lips parted. He hesitated.

Then, with the speed of lightning, he shot up, completely fine. “Wait, wait, let’s talk about this. Let’s not make rash decisions, our pretty Jiyeonie.”

Luna smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, now you want to listen?”

Hoshi gave her his most innocent smile, eyes twinkling. “You love me, right? You wouldn’t do this to me, right?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. But if you ever pull that overdramatic mess again, I’m actually switching performance leaders.”

Hoshi gasped, grabbing his chest again. “THE THREATS NEVER END.”

But they both knew he’d never let her live this down.

⍣ ೋ🐈‍⬛[WONWOO]

Wonwoo was sitting comfortably on the couch, book in one hand, coffee in the other, completely immersed in his own world. The atmosphere was peaceful, quiet, and perfect— until Luna unintentionally shattered the moment with her casual betrayal.

“Hey, Kyeomie, can you pass me my phone?”

There was a brief silence. A very brief silence.

Wonwoo, without even looking up from his book, reached over, grabbed her phone, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain caught up. The realization hit her like a truck. Her eyes widened. Her whole body stiffened.

“…Wait. I just called you Kyeomie, didn’t I?”

Wonwoo, still not looking up, calmly turned a page. “Mm-hmm.”

Luna gawked at him. “And you didn’t even react?!”

He finally looked up, blinking at her with his usual unreadable expression. “Was I supposed to?”

She threw her hands up. “YES?? MOST PEOPLE WOULD BE OFFENDED. OR CONFUSED. OR LITERALLY ANYTHING.”

Wonwoo simply shrugged, sipping his coffee. “It’s not a big deal. Names are just words, anyway.”

Luna stared at him in disbelief. “‘Names are just words’— DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?”

He blinked again, completely unfazed. “Yes. I think I have good hearing.”

She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

Wonwoo just went back to reading. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Luna dramatically flopped onto the couch next to him. “I feel like I just committed a crime, and you’re making me suffer by not even caring.”

Wonwoo smirked slightly, not looking up. “Would you rather I make a scene? Roll on the floor? Fake cry? Because I can.”

She squinted at him. “You would not.”

He turned another page, his expression neutral. “You’ll never know.”

Luna huffed. “Fine. But if I ever hear you accidentally call me by the wrong name, I’m holding it against you for life.”

Wonwoo chuckled lightly. “Duly noted, Kyeomie.”

Luna smacked his arm. Wonwoo, still expressionless, took another sip of coffee.

SERVE WELL, MY LOVE! (ok… bye.)

⍣ ೋ🍚[WOOZI]

Woozi was in the studio, hunched over his computer, headphones on, completely focused on fine-tuning the latest track. The glow from the screen highlighted the intense concentration on his face, fingers flying across the keyboard as he adjusted the sound levels.

Luna, sitting on the couch behind him, casually stretched and yawned. “Hey, Hannie, do you want me to grab you a coffee?”

Woozi, without hesitation and without even turning around, simply nodded. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

A solid five seconds passed before Luna’s brain processed what she had just said.

Her eyes widened in horror, her entire body freezing as if she had just committed the ultimate sin.

“Oh my god. I CALLED YOU HANNIE!”

Woozi didn’t react. He was still adjusting the track levels, completely unfazed. “Yeah, you did.”

Luna scrambled forward, gripping the edge of his desk. “YOU DON’T EVEN CARE??”

Woozi let out a small sigh, finally pushing his headphones down to rest around his neck. He turned slightly, giving her the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “Jiyeon-ah. I barely care about my own name, why would I care about someone else’s?”

She gaped at him. “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??”

He shrugged, already turning back to his computer. “It means names are just sounds. You could’ve called me ‘Chair’ and I still would’ve said yes if coffee was involved.”

Luna groaned, dramatically throwing herself back onto the couch. “Why are you and Wonwoo like this? Are you two in some secret society of people who just don’t care about anything??”

Woozi, clicking through his project file, didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. It’s called ‘Minding Our Own Business.’”

Luna sat up, pointing at him. “Well, you better mind this— if you ever call me the wrong name, I’m going to throw your guitar out the window.”

Woozi actually paused for the first time. He slowly turned his chair to face her, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Luna smirked. “Oh? So now names matter?”

He let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. I acknowledge my name. Happy now?”

She grinned. “Very.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“…So, are you actually getting me coffee, or was that just a slip of the tongue because you thought I was your boy toy?”

“Shut up.” Luna groaned, but she was already grabbing her wallet. “You’re lucky I respect you.”

Woozi simply smirked, pushing his headphones back on. “I know.”

⍣ ೋ🐸[THE8]

Minghao was peacefully sipping tea, one leg crossed over the other, while flipping through an art book.

The afternoon was quiet, the vibes immaculate, the energy balanced— until Luna casually shattered his Zen.

“Hey, Junnie, can you pass me the remote?”

Without even looking up, Minghao reached over, grabbed the remote, and handed it to her.

Luna took it absentmindedly before her brain short-circuited. Her eyes widened. Her soul left her body.

“OH MY GOD. I JUST CALLED YOU JUNNIE.”

Minghao calmly turned a page in his book. “Yeah. You did.”

Luna blinked. He didn’t even flinch. “And… you’re just okay with that?”

He shrugged, taking another slow sip of tea. “I mean… I knew what you meant.”

Luna dramatically grabbed his arm. “BUT I MESSED UP YOUR NAME. AREN’T YOU AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OFFENDED? I WOULD BE.”

Minghao stared at her for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. He slowly set his cup down, closing his book with deliberate care.

And then, in the most monotone voice possible— “Wow. I’m so hurt. This betrayal cuts deep. I may never recover.”

Luna squinted. “Are… are you being sarcastic?”

He pressed a hand over his chest, shaking his head in fake sorrow. “No, no. This is real. My heart aches. The pain is unbearable. I feel lost, abandoned, nameless in this cruel world.”

Luna smacked his arm. “XU MINGHAO. BE SERIOUS.”

He exhaled heavily, looking at her with fake exhaustion. “Jiyeonie. If I got worked up every time someone messed up my name, I’d be dead by now. Do you know how many times people have called me The8 in casual conversation?”

She winced. “Okay, fair. But still! Jun and Minghao aren’t even close!”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Actually, we’re both Chinese. We both have great fashion sense. We both—”

Luna groaned, covering her face. “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE JUSTIFYING MY MISTAKE.”

He smirked. “Well, someone has to. You’re spiraling.”

Luna crossed her arms, pouting. “Fine. Then I guess you won’t care if I call you something else.”

Minghao tilted his head, intrigued. “Try me.”

She smirked. “Alright. From now on, I’m calling you ‘MingMing.��”

His entire body froze.

Luna’s smirk grew wider. “What? I thought names were no big deal?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Luna. Don’t test me.”

She grinned. “Oh, I’m definitely testing you. MingMing.”

Minghao groaned, grabbing his tea and downing it in one go. “I take back my calm. This is my villain origin story.”

⍣ ೋ🐶[MINGYU]

Mingyu was standing in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, diligently preparing a snack for himself and Luna.

His concentration was at 100%, tongue slightly poking out in focus as he carefully spread peanut butter onto a slice of bread like it was a Michelin-star meal.

Luna, casually scrolling through her phone on the barstool, absentmindedly called out, “Hey, Cheollie, can you grab me some water?”

Mingyu instantly froze.

Like— spatula still in mid-air, peanut butter dripping onto the counter— frozen.

Slowly, dramatically, he turned around. His big, brown, puppy-dog eyes were already shimmering.

“…What did you just call me?”

Luna, still oblivious, blinked up at him. “Huh? I just asked you to get me—” Her entire soul left her body as realization hit her.

“OH MY GOD. I SAID CHEOLLIE.”

Mingyu gasped so loudly it could’ve shattered glass. His giant hands clutched his chest like he had just been personally victimized.

The betrayal. The sheer pain.

He dramatically staggered backward, hand reaching out like he was in a tragic drama. “Lu-lu-ya… do you… not love me anymore?”

Luna groaned, already burying her face in her hands. “Gyu-Gyu, please—”

“DO YOU THINK I’M JUST SOME OTHER MEMBER TO YOU?” His voice cracked.

Luna lifted her head, about to argue, but was immediately silenced by the way he was pouting. The biggest, saddest, most pitiful pout she had ever seen in her life.

He pointed at himself, looking devastated. “I thought… I was your favorite tall, handsome, ridiculously talented member… But now… I’m just ‘Cheollie’ to you?”

Luna sighed, getting off the stool and walking up to him. “Gyu, you know that’s not true. It was just a mistake! I was distracted!”

“A mistake?” He whispered it like it was a personal attack.

Luna groaned. “Yes! A mistake! Do you think I don’t know who you are?! You’re the biggest person in the room at all times, how could I confuse you with Seungcheol?!”

Mingyu sniffled dramatically. “But… do you still care about me?”

Luna rolled her eyes, knowing what Mingyu needed, she placed her hands on his cheeks, squishing them. “Gyu-gyu. Look at me.”

He blinked, bottom lip still trembling slightly.

“I care about you more than life itself. You’re my favorite golden retriever. My favorite disaster chef. My favorite snack stealer. My favorite giant baby.”

He sniffed again. “Really?”

“Really.” She nodded firmly.

Mingyu’s pout finally turned into a grin. “Okay! Then I forgive you!”

Luna sighed in relief. But then—

He suddenly gasped again. “WAIT. BUT WHAT IF YOU CALL ME ANOTHER MEMBER’S NAME AGAIN?!”

Luna groaned, walking away. “I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN, KIM MINGYU.”

He followed after her, grinning. “Lu-lu-ya. JIYEONIE. Do you pinky promise it won’t happen again?”

“PINKY PROMISE ME RIGHT NOW.”

⍣ ೋ⚔️[DK]

The apartment was filled with laughter as Luna and Dokyeom battled it out in a heated game of Mario Kart.

Dokyeom had just shoved a banana peel in Luna’s path, sending her character spiraling, while he zoomed past, cackling like a madman.

Luna, frustrated but determined, leaned forward, gripping her controller. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, Wonie!”

Everything stopped.

Dokyeom’s character crashed into a wall. His controller slipped from his fingers. His head turned towards her so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

Luna barely had time to realize her mistake before Dokyeom let out a bloodcurdling scream. “WONIE?!”

He clutched his chest, stumbling off the couch like he had just been shot. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor, face twisted in sheer agony.

“Oh my GOD. She just— she just called me wOniE— AM I NOTHING TO YOU?”

Luna blinked, still gripping her controller. “Wait, what? No, hold on—”

But Dokyeom was already rolling around on the carpet like a man in distress, hands in his hair, eyes wide with betrayal. “I THOUGHT WE WERE CLOSE. I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL. YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP, GONE IN SECONDS.”

He suddenly gasped, sitting upright with horror. “WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN I’M JUST A BACKGROUND CHARACTER TO YOU?”

Luna groaned, rubbing her temples. “Dokyeomie, please—”

“NO NO NO. DON’T TRY TO FIX IT NOW,” he wailed, dramatically flopping onto the couch like an abandoned Victorian bride.

Then, suddenly— “Wait… does this mean I’m as cool as Wonwoo?”

Luna sighed. “That’s what you’re taking from this?”

He immediately sat up, beaming. “You think I have Wonwoo’s energy? That means I’m cool. A RAP GOD. A LEGEND.”

Luna gave him a deadpan look. “Or it just means I was distracted and called you the wrong name.”

He gasped again, placing a hand on his forehead. “THERE IT IS AGAIN. THE DAGGER TO MY HEART.”

Luna finally snapped.

“OH MY GOD, LEE SEOKMIN, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I DON’T KNOW WHY YOUR MAKNG A DEAL OUT OF THIS— NO ONE CALLS YOU YOUR REAL NAME ANYMORE! I JUST MESSED UP. YOU’RE LOUD, YOU’RE DRAMATIC, YOU HAVE THE SUNNIEST SMILE, AND YOU LAUGH LIKE YOU’RE CLINICALLY INSANE. HAPPY?”

Dokyeom blinked. Then grinned. “Yeah, actually. Thanks for noticing.”

Luna groaned, throwing a pillow at him.

Dokyeom caught it effortlessly, hugging it to his chest. “But just so you know… this moment will haunt me forever.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “I bet you’ll forget in five minutes.”

Dokyeom dramatically looked out the window, voice soft, melancholic. “I shall never recover from this wound…”

Five minutes later, he was giggling at a TikTok Luna showed him.

The recovery time was miraculous.

⍣ ೋ🍊[SEUNGKWAN]

Luna and Seungkwan were in the practice room, taking a break after a grueling vocal session. Seungkwan was lying flat on his back, dramatically fanning himself with a random piece of paper, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly sipping on her iced coffee.

“Hey, Hoshi, can you pass me my water bottle?” Luna asked without looking up.

The silence that followed was loud.

Too loud.

Seungkwan slowly sat up. His head turned toward Luna with the precision of a horror movie villain.

His eyes— wide. Unblinking.

The bombastic side eye that could reduce a person to dust.

Luna finally glanced up, instantly freezing when she was met with Seungkwan’s expression.

Oh. Oh no.

His voice came out deadly calm. “What. Did. You. Just. Call. Me?”

Luna gulped. “…Hoshi?”

Seungkwan’s hand flew to his chest like he had just been personally assassinated. “HOSHI?! HOSHI?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE? YOU CALLED ME HOSHI?!”

Luna shrank back, gripping her iced coffee like it was a lifeline. “Kwanie, I swear, it was a mistake—”

“No. NO. I SEE HOW IT IS.” He stood up, arms crossed, shoulders squared, already launching into a full rant. “First of all, how DARE you confuse me with Hoshi? Do I look like I bounce off walls 24/7? DO I LOOK LIKE A FULLY CHARGED BATTERY?”

Luna blinked. “I—”

“Second of all, if you were going to mistake me for someone, WHY HIM? WHY NOT JOSHUA? OR JEONGHAN? OR EVEN MINGYU? ANYONE BUT HIM.”

Luna, still in shock, just stared. “…Are you fighting with Hoshi right now?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Seungkwan snapped before dramatically pacing the room. “But since you asked— YES, I AM. HE ATE THE LAST BAG OF CHIPS THIS MORNING AFTER I TOLD HIK IT WAS MINE AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO SMILE AT ME LIKE HE DIDN’T JUST COMMIT A CRIME. AND NOW YOU’RE OUT HERE CALLING ME HIS NAME? I FEEL SICK TO MY STOMACH.”

Luna looked down at her coffee, suddenly feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be part of this conversation.

Seungkwan wasn’t done. “DO I EVEN LOOK LIKE A HORANGHAE PERSON?” He did a halfhearted, barely committed tiger hand gesture. “DO YOU SEE HOW UNNATURAL THIS LOOKS?!”

Luna covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Seungkwan saw and gasped dramatically, pointing a finger at her. “OH, SO NOW YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY. YOU RUINED MY DAY AND NOW YOU’RE LAUGHING?!”

Luna finally broke, wheezing into her hands. “Kwanie, I am so sorry, please, you have to understand—”

“Nope. You can’t take it back.” He huffed, grabbing his water bottle and plopping onto the floor, pouting with the intensity of a child denied a toy. “You and Hoshi can go live happily ever after. I’ll just be here. Alone. In pain.”

Luna sighed, sliding next to him. “Come on, Seungkwannis, you know I love you. You’re my favorite chaos gremlin. My sass king. The most talented, dramatic, beautiful man I know.”

Seungkwan side-eyed her but didn’t respond.

Luna nudged him. “I’ll buy you chips.”

Seungkwan immediately brightened. “Two bags. Minimum.”

Luna grinned. “Deal.”

Seungkwan flipped his hair. “Good. Now never let that happen again. Ever. Or I’m telling Jeonghannie the time you broke one of his Legos and dragged me to build it with you before he returned.”

“NO YOU WON’T!”

⍣ ೋ🐢[VERNON]

The SEVENTEEN members were lounging in Seungcheol’s place after a long day of practice.

Vernon, as usual, had his earphones in, bobbing his head to some obscure rap track, completely in his own world, while Luna scrolled through her phone, mindlessly swiping through social media.

Luna, still distracted, was trying to get Vernon’s attention. She noticed him humming along, eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music. She decided it would be a good time to ask him to pass her the remote.

“Hey, Gyu—” Luna started, before quickly realizing her slip-up. She blinked, realizing she’d just called Vernon by Mingyu’s name.

Vernon, lost in the groove, didn’t hear her the first time, nor did he realize what happened. He didn’t even look up from his phone.

Luna paused mid-sentence, watching him, then tried again a little louder. “Hansol-ah? Nonnie!CHWE HANSOL!”

Still no response. Vernon was deep into his zone, tapping his foot and nodding to the beat, fully disconnected from reality.

Frustrated, Luna tossed her pillow at his head. The pillow hit Vernon’s earphones and bounced off his cheek.

Vernon, now a little startled, took off his earphones, looked over at Luna, and gave her a nonchalant wave. “Sup.”

Luna blinked, trying to figure out how to navigate this now— awkward—situation. “I was gonna ask you to hand me the remote but I just called you Mingyu by accident… but I swear it was a mistake.”

Vernon shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Cool.”

Luna stood frozen for a second, mouth slightly open, trying to process how Vernon didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that she called him the wrong name. “That’s it?”

Vernon nodded, still casually texting. “It’s cool. I mean, I didn’t even hear you. I was busy, you know, doing stuff.”

Luna narrowed her eyes. “You had earphones on. You literally did not hear a word I said. You didn’t even realize it was a mistake.”

“Yeah, but you’re fine,” Vernon replied, glancing up with that same deadpan expression. “It’s cool.”

Luna stared at him for a few moments, completely unsure of what to do next. She could either laugh at how ridiculously nonchalant he was or strangle him. She chose to raise her hands in defeat.

“You know what? Fine. I’m just going to go take a nap.”

Vernon nodded once, still scrolling through his phone. “Cool.”

As Luna walked away, she turned back to see Vernon still bopping his head, completely unbothered. She muttered under her breath, “Is that the only word he knows?”

On another day, Luna would tell the members that Vernon was the king of nonchalance— he was literally unbothered by everything, no matter how chaotic.

He could sit through a hurricane and still ask for snacks afterward.

⍣ ೋ🦦[DINO]

Luna and Dino were hanging out and chatting about random things. Luna was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Dino was sitting next to her, fiddling with his headphones and occasionally laughing at something on his own.

Out of nowhere, Luna looked up, wanting to ask Dino about his upcoming solo photoshoot. In her distracted state, she blurted out, “Hansolie, when is that shoot of yours?”

Dino immediately froze, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. He turned slowly toward her, his lips forming a pout. “Excuse me? Did you just call me Hansol ?”

Luna’s face went pale. She had meant to call him by his name, but in her moment of confusion, she slipped up. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, Channie, I—”

Before she could finish, Dino crossed his arms dramatically, tilting his head to the side with a theatrical flair. “Wow. Really, Noona? I can’t believe you. You’re calling me Hansolie now? The disrespect.”

Luna burst out laughing, immediately apologizing, but Dino wasn’t done yet. “I’m your baby, Noona! You can’t just go around calling me the wrong name! I am your baby, remember that!”

Just as Luna was trying to control her laughter, Jeonghan walked by, overhearing the commotion. With his usual mischievous grin, he interjected, “That’s my line, Dino-ya. You’re not the only Jiyeonie’s baby.”

Dino snapped his head toward Jeonghan, eyes narrowing. “Oh, please, hyung. I already have noona. What do you want from me?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes as Jeonghan laughed at his response.

Luna, still trying to calm down from laughing, now had to deal with two drama queens. “You guys are so extra! Dino, stop pouting. It was an honest mistake!”

Dino poked out his bottom lip and stared at her, unrelenting. “It was an honest mistake, but that doesn’t mean you should forget that I’m your baby!”

He then pointed at Jeonghan dramatically. “And this guy, here, needs to stop acting like he has a claim on me!”

Jeonghan, still smirking, winked at Luna. “Well, Dino, I don’t know. You’ve got that baby face, but I don’t know if you’re the real deal. I might just have to claim you back. Remind me again— who’s a baby are you?”

Dino scoffed, dramatically flipping his hair back. “I’m done!”

Luna was trying to hold back her giggles, but it was impossible now. She rubbed Dino’s head gently and apologized once more, “I’m so sorry, my Dino, really. I didn’t mean it. You are my baby.”

Dino brightened up immediately, his pout disappearing as he leaned into her touch. “I knew you’d remember eventually. But seriously, Noona, don’t forget my title again.”

Jeonghan, not one to let the moment pass without making a joke, tapped Dino’s shoulder. “Dino, you didn’t answer me. Do you know whose baby you are? I think you might need a reminder.”

Dino turned to Jeonghan, narrowing his eyes as if he had just had enough. “Are we really going to do this again, Jeonghan? Can’t you just let me have this? You don’t have to butt in every time I get some attention.”

Luna leaned back on the couch, arms crossed as she watched the two of them bicker. “You know, this is the kind of chaos I was trying to avoid. You two are literally like children.”

Dino didn’t seem to mind, though, as he grinned widely at her, now fully back in his playful mood. “Well, I’m just your baby. I can’t help it!”

Jeonghan grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “You two are going to make my head explode. Honestly, you’re both my babies. I’m claiming you both.”

Luna sighed, looking between the two. “You know what? I’ve had enough of this. I’m going to the kitchen. You both stay here and fight over who’s the real man-child.”

As Luna left the room, Dino, who had forgotten about the situation, suddenly shouted after her. “Hey! Don’t forget about me, Noona! I’m your baby!”

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[etclouie]

congrats on 1k, i’m a recent follower and i absolutely love your work!!

could i please request prompts 13 and 14 from the smut dialogue with derek morgan? 🤍

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; quick (derek morgan x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; 13) “let’s make this quick” and 14) “don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me” — from "𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; fwb dynamics but they fancy each other, bau!reader, the team is out drinking, quickies in the bathroom, smut, minors do not interact!!!, p in v, creampie(😇), that’s it tho i’m pretty sure (404 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; sue me for the creampie, i’m a creampie connoisseur lmao but thank you !!!

— celebrate 1k with me?

the team had gone out drinking, and one guy had flirted with you. much to Dereks dismay. 

of course, he had no true place to complain because you weren’t his, you weren’t dating. but god did it eat him up inside knowing you could still run off with another guy. 

which is how you ended up in the bathroom, your panties stuffed into his back pocket as he sat you on the sink counter. 

“let’s make this quick”

he told, nipping at your jaw while he shoved down his jeans. you moaned as he nudged himself at your entrance before he slowly pushed in, both of you gasping at the feeling. 

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your face against his and your moans hitting his ear with every roll of his hips. 

“Derek—“

you whined, walls fluttering around him as he continued to roll his hips. one hand on the back of his head while the other rested on his back, his hands squeezed at your hips. 

his hips rolled again, the head of his cock hitting that one spot inside you that made your moans whinier. 

“oh i know sweetheart, doing good so for me”

he praised, tilting his head to catch your lips in a kiss. you moaned into his mouth, your walls fluttering around him before your head fell back against the mirror. your eyes falling shut as the pleasure consumed you, the coil starting to wind tight in your belly. 

“don’t close your eyes, baby. look at me”

your eyes met his again, your lids heavy as you watched him through hooded eyes. 

the look in his eyes was jealous, possessive almost—but he had one thing on his mind right now, and that was making you cum. 

he doubled down on his efforts, angling his hips so he hit that spot spot over and over again. 

you moaned, quickly spiralling over the edge with a cry of his name. your walls spasming around him as your climax hit, your climax triggering his as he quickly filled himself inside your cunt. 

“shit baby, that was—“

he cut himself off with a groan, dropping his head to his shoulder as you both basked in the aftermath of your climax’s. 

once he lifted his head again, you met his eyes and whispered out to him. 

“all that jealousy isn’t worth it, i only want you—even if we continue just having sex”

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[amyysfics]

skz - your body insecurity gets bad while cuddling

pairing: chan x gn!reader, changbin x gn!reader, felix x fem!reader warnings: hurt/comfort, some crack in felix', descriptions of body-insecurity summary: your boyfriend notices that you are insecure while cuddling and knows just how to help you get through it word count: 1.5k

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Bang Chan, 565 words

Channie noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Of course he did - he knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. He would take note of the way your eyebrows would scrunch up a pinch. He would feel your muscles tensing under his body. You didn't try to pull away, not wanting him to realize that your thoughts were torturing you once again, but his perception of your tiniest shuffle was out of this world - so he knew how you felt, even without you saying it out loud.

"Wait, let's sit up real quick, baby", he loosened his touch around your body, helping you get into a more comfortable sitting-position. His hands were still hovering on your arms, his fingers ghosting over the small hairs that were all over them. His eyes found yours. And while his were shining with love, yours were full of sadness - the tears threatening to escape if you looked at him for a second too long. "Channie?", you put one of your hands over his, slowly removing his hold of your arms. "I can't help but feel like I don't deserve to be with someone as-", you stammered, "-someone as beautiful as you." Your eyes deviated from his, looking at your lap in shame.

The man in front of you asked you to look at him again, his voice barely more than a whisper, "May I touch you, baby?" You nodded, not trusting your voice. Chan put one of his warm hands on your cheek, holding it there until you leaned into it unconsciously. "Whenever you lean into me like that, it shows me that you trust me as much as I trust you. That you feel as comfortable around me as you can." A tear rolled down your cheek. It landed on your lips, tasting salty. You didn't mind.

"Can I touch your hips?", he asked. You nodded again, trying to hold in the rest of the tears that were about to fall. His hands slid down your waist and stopped on your hips. You barely felt the touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I love holding you here when we dance. It's like my hands were made to hold you - like I was made to hold you." Your bottom lip quivered and you stopped holding back, finally letting yourself cry.

"Am I allowed to kiss you, love?", his hands were still on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly. You nodded one last time, letting the tears trickle down your face. His lips felt soft on yours as his arms slid behind your back, holding you impossibly close to him. Chan tasted the salty tears that hadn't stopped yet, but he didn't care. This wasn't a kiss of lust or romance. It was a kiss of trust and intimacy. It was a kiss of comfort. It was one of love. "If you think I'm beautiful, then you have to be, too. Because I am convinced that I was made for you. That we were made for each other. You complete me and I complete you."

He let you stare at him, letting his words seep into your brain for as long as you needed. "Channie?", you nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Hm?" "Can we cuddle more?" This time it was his turn to nod, letting your bodies mold together once more, as if they were one, "Of course, baby."

Seo Changbin, 404 words

"Do you think my stomach is too big, Bin?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows behind you. You were cuddling for a while, but this made him remove his hold from you, letting his hand slide off of your waist. "Jagi! What do you mean?", he made you turn around slightly, so he could see your face. He was expecting you to be joking, but he could tell by the redness in your eyes that you meant every word.

"Yah!", he looked at you with an entirely serious expression. "Why? Do you think mine is?", his eyebrows furrowed more. You were shocked at his response. "No! Why would I ever think that?", your eyes widened, "Your stomach is warm and soft and quite literally my favorite place to sleep!" You sighed, "I just...I think my belly is too fat and that it makes me look gross."

Changbin noticed that you tried to look anywhere but at him, not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. "Bunny.", his hand touched your chin, making you look at him, "Did I ever tell you that I can't sleep without holding your belly?" You shook your head. "When I hold your stomach it's like I can keep you safe. I can hold you even when we are asleep, and if a big bad closet monster would try to snatch you away from me at night I could hold onto you without it standing a chance. I always take hours to fall asleep when I am not holding you."

You giggled a little, but he could tell that you still weren't entirely convinced. Both of his hands moved to your cheeks, squishing them a little so you would automatically pout a little with your lips. It made you look adorable. "Your belly holds all of your most important organs, you know? It makes sure to keep them save so that I get to have one more day with you. And it does that every single day. How could I think it's gross, when it's such an important part of you?"

"Do you mean that?", your eyes were wide, glistening with wetness. Changbin put both of his hands onto your belly, immediately spreading their warmth to you. "Every word, bunny."

Both of you got back into the position you were in before your question. "Binnie?" He only hummed in response, his breath tickling your neck. "I like your belly, too."

Lee Felix, 438 words

Felix could feel you attempt to pull out of his tight cuddle for the third time, so he finally decided to talk to you, "What's wrong, honey?" You mumbled what he could only assume to be words in some sort of alien language. "I didn't quiet hear that.", he giggled. "I said I don't like my body today.", you tried to wriggle out of his hold - again. But he pulled you even closer - again. "I'm not going to let you get away from me until you hear what I have to say. And if you still want to stop this insanely good cuddle-session to let me freeze to death, then, I'll let you.

He didn't wait for your response, seeing you pout in surrender. He already knew the response, but asked anyways, "Is this about the fact that your legs are hairy?" "Yes." "You are like crazy pretty when you smile. Genuinely. You are gorgeous. I can see your eyes sparkle when you do, and it makes me so happy. That's why I always send you stupid tiktoks that I think you will like." In an attempt to stop him from seeing your smile you pulled the corners of your mouth down to keep the pout intact. It didn't work. Felix beamed a toothy smile at you, "Sometimes I catch you dance along to music when you think nobody is watching. But everyone is watching, because you are mesmerizing. One time I had to threaten the boys I would teakwondo their asses if they looked at you for too long again." You laughed, not being able to hold back any longer. "You did what?" "It's true!", he nodded.

"Do you know why I stopped calling you cupcake a few months ago?" "Because honey is sweeter?" He shook his head, "Close, but no. I realized that you are way better than any cupcake could be. No matter how good the buttercream is and no matter how many sprinkles are on it." A loud snort escaped you, "Lixie, that is such a bad analogy!", you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "Yes, but it made you laugh."

You didn't protest when he hugged you even tighter one last time before letting you get comfortable in his arms again. "How could I ever even care about some hair on your body when your laugh immediately hypnotizes me. You don't even realize that I would do anything for you if it only means I get to hear your laugh."

In order to keep up the playful atmosphere you slapped his arm slightly, fake-rolling your eyes, "Shut up and cuddle me, sprinkles."

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[vespidclan]

You seem to have a love for the Tarot 404, but which card calls to you? I feel like the goddess is most likely but also too obvious.

OH CRAP I FORGOT THIS ONE

First of all SOMEONE NOTICED THE TAROT REFS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 yes god dude I love you

For anyone wondering, the card alignment goes like this. Without explanation, I did put thought in them but you’ll still have to think about yourself

Vinepaw - The Fool

Stonepaw - Justice

Heartflicker - The High Priestess

Fallenfox - The Hermit

Snakevalley - The Wheel of Fortune

Iciclestar - The Moon

(Sparkbreak, while not referenced, is The Hanged Man. I originally had an idea for this, but I scrapped it, because he was busy almost getting run over!)

As for 404? Well I did reference it. She’s The Tower. I interpret The Tower as sudden change, upheaval, and awakening.

Her entire life went wrong in all the ways, and once things were finally getting better for her, it fell apart again. Destroyed, even. But just as a tower falls, it has to get rebuild, which I think symbolizes her rise into control over the game. With chaos comes understanding, even if that understanding isn’t really helpful for others…

The Tower is also supposed to physically represent her own file, but interpret that on your own if you wish.

[citruslullabies]

Ok I know I've mentioned this in a comment, but can we please see a scenario where Angel and Dogday are sleeping, and then Dogday just starts kicking Angel until he eventually ends up kicking them out of the bed?

Of course!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: unspecified

Requested by: theveniceangel

Category: fluff before disastrous angst in the next fic

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 404

That's the Kicker

After Dogday had been saved, he could finally experience things that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He experienced genuine love and care by your hands, he experienced freedom with you. He also got better sleep and actual meals besides little random critters he would catch in his mouth as they crawled on him. Everything was so much better here. The big canine was currently getting ready for bed, getting all nice and snug as he looked up and saw you.

“Hi Angel, are you ready for bed?” He asked softly, making more room despite being so large. His eyes were soft as they watched you yawn and walk over, crawling into the bed you both shared. “Yeah… I am, work was a pain in the ass today.” You murmured, so you were looking forward to some good sleep.

You scratched behind Dogday's ears and got comfortable against him, breathing in his soft vanilla scent and his warmth recaptured in your home. Your eyes slowly fluttered closed as you fell asleep, and what only felt like a few seconds was quickly disturbed by a startling awakening. You let out an oof sound as you fell to the hardwood floor beside your bed. You hissed as you rubbed your head and cradled your gut with your right arm.

Utterly confused, you looked up at the bed and saw your big fluffy companion happily asleep. Twitching and kicking as he let out low boofs in his sleep as if chasing a rabbit in a field. Or maybe Catnap, yeah he was probably chasing Catnap. You groaned as you grabbed your nightstand for support as you got up, letting out a sigh as you gently stroked Dogday’s fur while very carefully getting back into the bed. “Please, please do not kick me again.” You whispered softly, praying that he wouldn't give you a harsh kick to the stomach again.

You slowly rolled the big dog over and laid back down, snuggling into his back and slowly falling asleep again. You pressed your face against his clean fur and got comfortable in the blankets as Dogday continued doing his own thing, drifting off into a dreamless sleep where everything was calm and quiet. You felt safe in bed with Dogday with your brain doing nothing but relaxing and leaving your senses to rest.

Shame that you woke up just an hour later off of the bed again.

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[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

While I’d love to hear six hours of discussion, perhaps we can hear your top 10 reasons you like Ironwood? Don’t want you to lose your voice after all my fellow Dadmiral friendo

Look I stream for 6 hours straight some days but that’s beside the point lolz. Also sorry this took so long. Life has been a thing.

1. James feels…human. I know the point of characters in stories is to make them feel alive and to immerse you into the world I know. But stay with me there are just little details like James adjusting his tie and little laughs at R/WBY’s antics that just make him feel more real.

2. James is strong. And not just in the physical sense but the emotional one. Between him in volume 3 holding it together despite the world falling apart around him and him taking on all of Atlas and Mantles hatred and vitriol while trying to protect them is incredible. Everyone hates him despite him trying his best and it’s both incredible and heartbreaking to see.

3. James is compassionate. I am not even slightly referring to volume 8 that bullshit is not canon at all just no. After watching Yang with his own eyes break (who he thought) was an innocent students leg unprovoked after the match ended and his aura was down, he believed her when she said she saw him attack first. He assumed the best of her even when all evidence showed that she was being malicious. Or in volume 4 when Weiss accidentally summoned a Grimm that attacked someone, he stood up for her or after Ruby failed to stop Cinder in volume 3 (? Or 2 can’t remember for sure) and he told her she did well and she took action which is what huntresses do. He is strict but he shows kindness to people.

4. He’s kind of silly sometimes. He’s normally very strict so it makes his funny moments stand out more. Like when he laughs when the girls admit they stole an airship or when he grins at Winters comment about how he couldn’t pay her to smile for the cameras.

5. He’s not a good public speaker. Now I can hear you say “but wait, he speaks publically all the time and while yes he does, he also does the equivalent of error 404 when things don’t go exactly as he mentally prepared beforehand and we see this in volume 7.

When the girls don’t react at all to his announcement that they’re all huntresses now he just freezes because this man needs to preplan everything and he did not have a plan b prepared and panics and it’s so relatable I adore it so much.

6. He’s awkward. While similar to the last point, people can suck at public speaking and still be able to converse well with people in a smaller setting but sometimes James seems to even be a little awkward even in less formal moments.

7. In early volumes he was allowed to make mistakes and still be a good person. I like it when characters are allowed to make a mistake and still be seen as a good guy. People make mistakes and screw up but that doesn’t make said person evil. Sometimes we can’t fix something or stop a bad thing from happening or even make a decision that winds up causing more problems. But the intention of the decision is the important thing. James wanted to protect people in volumes 2 and 3 so he brought his army because he had a feeling Salem was up to something. Cinder used said army to cause even more chaos but at the time the narrative refused to demonize him for this and allowed people to understand what his intentions were. That’s way more compelling than the narrative twisting itself to try and somehow prove the mains are always correct and never make mistakes. Learning and growing make stories interesting.

8. James is willing to make the tough decisions. Time and time again we see James making really difficult calls to try and navigate a war that most people don’t even know they’re fighting. He makes the plans to transfer Ambers Aura to keep it from Cinder. He pulled his armies from the other kingdoms to try and maintain peace, he decided to focus on Amity instead of the wall to try and restore global communication, he decided to try and save who he could when he was put between a rock and a hard place. He made the tough calls and stuck by his decision and that is admirable.

9. James trusts people. After James’s talk with Glynda she took his advice to heart and was more open and honest with people. When Winter tells him something is going on at Haven, he takes her word for it. When Ruby and co lie to his face he trusts their word. He trusts Yang when she says she saw Mercury attack her first during the Vytal Festival. (Despite what the narrative tries to tell us) James gives people the benefit of the doubt and is willing to trust people.

10. James is an incredible fighter even without a typical offensive Aura. Pretty self explanatory but James is able to go toe to toe with some dangerous adversaries and hold his own despite not having a special “super power” like everyone else does. Or even a special weapon really he kicks ass with just a pair of guns and that is so badass of him lolz.

And a bonus more meta point because I want to talk about this so there. But one thing I loved about Ruby and James’s volume 7 fallout is that we can see exactly how and why each of them made the decision they did during that breakdown. On one had we have Ruby who is full of hope still and sees the best in the world. She lost her friends and is still dealing with the trauma of that and doesn’t want to ever lose anyone else again or let people suffer a loss like she did during the fall of Beacon. On the other we have James who is equally traumatized from Beacon but in a very different way. He did his best to fight back against Salem and it was in the end used against him and caused even more pain and suffering. He’s terrified of going toe to toe against Salem again and wants to protect what he knows he can until he knows they are able to take on Salem. It’s realistic and painful and neither side is really a perfect option. It’s a bad situation and we can see how the characters respond to it and it feels in character and real and I wish that we got to see that writing continue into volume 9.

Sorry again for how long this one took! As I said life’s been all over the place and chaotic and it still is but I got a burst of motivation so I decided to finally type this out.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Hiii! I wanted to ask is, is there more fanfics for error? ( Mainly focused on him and from his perspective most of the time) And nothing +18 other than that any ship is fine! ( I been looking but can't found a lot)

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

How To Create A Destroyer In 404 Days by Inkblot_Skyz (Teen And Up, Complete)

Error has no idea where or who he is. Strange skeletons who turn up one day after you're chased out your Multiverse? He can deal with that. Being mistaken for people he never was, seeing the things who chased you away, and falling for someone, however? He's working on it. [DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters here unless stated, so take my interpretations with a pinch of salt] [Error, Geno and Fresh belong to loverofpiggies @ Tumblr] [Reaper/Death and Life belong to renrink @ Tumblr] [Ink belongs to Myebi @ Tumblr + Instagram] [Dream and Nightmare belong to Jokublog @ Tumblr] [Blue belongs to the community, formerly owned by popcornpr1nce @ Tumblr + Twitter] [Ccino belongs to black-nyanko @ Tumblr] [Horrortale! Sans belongs to badapplestudios @ Tumblr] [Dust belongs to ask-dusttale @ Tumblr] [Killer belongs to Rahafwabas @ Tumblr] [Lavender/Lust belongs to the community, formerly owned by nsfwshamecave @ Tumblr] [X!Tale and its characters belongs to Jakei @ Tumblr + Instagram] [Red/Fell belongs to underfella @ Tumblr (?)] [More creds in first notes]

Remembering From Nirvana by WintxrCherry (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Falling into another world after a trial where he were to die via the insufferable place called The VOID, all he could remember, or all that he had known after that was that he did not belong to the place he had landed in. Suffering from amnesia, a glitch struggles to live through a world where he was stuck in the middle of an ongoing war between Empires, and was taken in by one of the royalties from said ruler of the lands for how awful he had looked. it was merely an act of kindness despite the lack of it in the kingdom that took him in after all. Clothed and given food, he was then the new addition in the court, where he quickly rose to the top despite his personality and attitude. Soon, he will go back home. But for now, he will keep recovering in the Empire until he's able to travel across the Omniverse to find his home and retrieve his family from that insufferable Multiverse.

Beloved Flowers by Laughing_Zombie (Teen And Up, Complete)

Error suffers from Hanahaki Disease* ... easy enough, just get rid of them. He does not need love in his line of work. However, he keeps falling in love. And keep getting plagued with flowers. *The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.

His Will To SAVE by Mondi, WintxrCherry (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

It was over, all over. Geno was dead, his brother had moved away with Decans to avoid the decline in his mother's health thanks to the alcohol. Error didn't know what to anymore. But when a fire started and the only thing he was able to do left was hope, time rewound and he found himself back to a time when Geno was alive, and his family back together again, as if all of the things he experienced was a nightmare. But no, it was thanks to the RESET button that he was able to turn back the time. Now with such power, no one will be stopping him from his will to SAVE Geno, even if it costs him his sanity or his life with the ever looping timelines.

God of Destruction or Mercy? by Sar61_Sanz6 (General Audiences, Incomplete)

Error is a laid back god of destruction, hating his job but reluctantly doing it. Rarely destroying, and only copies are vanquished. No one knows he exists, he never leaves the anti-void, having only the voices as company. Nightmare is trying to take over the multiverse, Ink is fighting every day to stop him, Error doesn’t care for either of them. But he wants to love and protect something, to have mercy on someone. Now a person has changed things. Error makes a dangerous choice, one that could cause trouble or a chance. Things have gotten complicated, what will become of this?

Here's a few more fics that are similar to what you're asking for!

[dokries]

sooo lucky

pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 404

warnings: a couple of kisses on the cheek, threatening gacha machines, having bad luck but it’s okay because seokmin is there :D (or is he making it worse…)

author note: yes i love writing seokmin leave me alone. also, this is named after the itzy song because my bestie suggested it and you know what, it fits. lots of love!

masterlist

“oh my god, i swear if it’s the red one again, i’m going to hurt this machine.”

seokmin laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you input a coin into the unassuming gacha machine once more, and sighs contently. “this is so much fun.”

you glare at him mockingly before turning the knob slowly, praying softly under your breath for the figurine you want. seokmin chuckles at your seriousness and squeezes the hand that's been in his from the beginning of your gacha gambling.

as you make the final turn and hear the click you’ve become used to, you lock eyes with seokmin. “think i’m finally gonna get it?”

“yes, of course you will.” he nods seriously before looking down at the quarters in his hand and counting, mouthing numbers before finishing with a satisfied smile. “besides, i have lots more coins in case we need them!”

you peck him on the cheek as he goes on about how he’s rich, even if all the money in his hand is only three dollars at most, and he grins before raising his eyebrows. “now take it out! you’ve got this.”

you close your eyes as the gacha ball rolls out, and you pick it up after hearing a gasp from seokmin, and his giggles fill the air as you open your eyes.

“oh my god, you’ve got to be joking. i swear this thing is rigged.” you stare down at the red gacha ball that matches the rest of its siblings in your pockets.

thankfully, your boyfriend’s contagious laugh lifts your spirits like always as seokmin falls into you for support. soon enough, you attract the eyes of the other people in the mall with your loudness—the two of you could care less but maybe it would be better to not get kicked out.

you and seokmin stop laughing abruptly before making eye contact and giggling secretly, shushing each other as he hands you another coin with a kiss on the cheek.

“here, go again.” he whispers, and you smile widely at his enthusiasm as you take it from him, popping the quarter into the now tired machine.

maybe seokmin’s bad luck is rubbing off on you, but you know what? you don't find yourself caring too much, especially as he leans his head on your shoulder in amusement, interlocking your hands again like he’ll never let go (because he won’t, if he can help it).

[demigoddessqueens]

(not so) secret love

based off a previous prompt here

A/N - tried to get as many as I could

You had been working alongside them for quite a while. There was an amicable element to your dynamic, but the tension was palpable between you two as well. That just came naturally after avoiding one too many close calls from Assassins/Templars. Call them a fool but fleeting time with you as just another reminder not to waste any more moments on how they feel towards you.

“What has you smiling in such a way, perhaps some other love on your mind?”. “Yes, one that I’ve started to care about for quite some time.” “..—who would that be?” “You.”

Altair

He’s taken aback and surprised at your forwardness, but may also be a bit smug too because it’s “oh? You think about me? 😏”

Ezio

A total flirt who means well (because he loves you too!) who will absolutely tackle you into the tightest hug and just love all over you

Yusuf

Another flirt who flings himself into you, or head in your lap, being all “well Ezio can take the rest of my mission, just tell me how much you love me!”

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He’s used to attention (comes with being a pirate), but all he’s wanted was your approval in the end. Your approval and love was worth more than the treasure he’s so sought after

haytham 🗡️

404.exe.Templar has stopped working

He’s used to being told he’s cold, calculating or off-putting, but it’s a new warmth he’s getting used to being loved by you

Shay 🍀

At a loss for words, which is new to him, but any clever retort he has falls short given that he’s trying to hide a blush from your knowing smile

Connor

Also 404.exe.Assassin son stopped working

He knows he cares for you, and deep feelings was something new to him, but he’s glad you feel the same because he wants to explore that with you

Bayek

Pulls you close for a kiss, and what feels like an eternity pulls away as he whispers in your ear, “I’ve thought about you for the longest time and it is a privilege to be loved by you.”

Eivor

Is actually bashful about your confession, as they didn’t think you felt the same, but is also glad their nerves are put to rest

Basim

He’s a bit in disbelief, holding your shoulders tight as he asks again and again, before pulling you into a deep kiss. Let him hold you just for a while

Jacob

Mr crime boss turned smitten is the happiest he’s ever been! Don’t mind the deep kisses, he’s just happy he’s right about his feelings!!

Evie

You think it’s cute she’s trying to hide her blushing but bless her heart! She’s glad to have found someone she cares for in all these duties as an Assassin

Arno 🇫🇷

His lil romantic heart is about to burst with feelings! Think the most swoon worthy hug and then multiply that because this is Arno and he loves hard

Desmond

He’s relieved he wasn’t imagining things and wants nothing more than to just be near you at all times

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober 13: Body Worship

pairing: aaron hotchner x afab! reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, teasing

wc: 404

an: a continuation of this series where reader and hotch start their first time, for the sweetestttttt @greg-montgomery

kinktober masterlist | seeing him masterlist

Aaron is taking his time. Maybe one day you’ll want him to— you’ll want to relish the feel of his warmth around you, his mouth on you, his touch so gentle. But you’ve done enough waiting, tortured yourself enough with how long it took you to let yourself love him unapologetically and vice versa.

“Aaron,” You grumble, your hand falling to thread through his dark hair.

His mouth stills where it’s pressed against your thigh, and his eyes widen a little with concern, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

He raises a brow at you, waiting patiently for you to talk to him.

“You're just driving me insane. I want you, Aaron. I have for what feels like a million years and you're teasing me.”

“Is that what you think I’m doing?”

“Yes.”

“I love you,” He says simply, as that explains everything.

Now you're the one to quirk an eyebrow at him. Even as you do, you say, “I love you too.”

“Then let me savor this. Let me savor you,” He murmurs, his eyes soft, brimming with affection.

You’re stubborn— that’s just a fact, a way of life. You know and Aaron’s come to accept it. Come to love it as much as he loves any other part of you. It’s why when you look at him skeptically for several moments, his gaze doesn’t falter and he doesn’t give you an alternative.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be patient.”

He grins against your thigh before he starts again, his hands brushing every inch of your skin, followed by his mouth. For all intents and purposes, he’s worshiping you. His hands are so insistent, full of reverence. His cups your breasts, teasing your nipples into your writhe underneath his touch. His mouth is even better, bringing you to peak after peak as his hands rub gently at your thighs, as he murmurs the softest of praises to you. It all makes you dizzy, like you’re floating in the ocean, fully submerged in pleasure. In Aaron.

After you’ve both lost count of how many times he’s made you cum, he gathers you in his arms, gazing down at you, “Are you okay? Need an intermission?”

“Just…give me a minute,” You huff, pressing your face to his chest, trying to ground yourself. “You’re gonna kill me when we have sex aren’t you?

He grins, treating you to a soft kiss, “I’ll go get you some water and a snack.”

hotch taglist: @honeybrowne, @hotchs-bitch, @pastanoodles11, @stevengrcnt, @greg-montgomery, @lesbianhotch, @rousethemouse, @flightlessangelwings, @hotchsdharma, @maisondenachtai, @silversprings-mp3, @callm3c0nfus3d, @ilikefictionalmen

[wings-of-ink]

Romanced!ROs reactions if the MC were to find them one day, solemnly telling them, "I don't know how to say this, but you're going to be a parent" - only to pull out a bedraggled little stray kitten or pup?

What if MC has already done this, but this time just said "I don't, know how to say this, but you're going to be a parent". This time the MC does not show the kitten or pup.

Oh my goodness, lol. These poor ROs; their day-to-day lives are in shambles at this point.

Oswin:  His hand goes to his hip and he gives MC the look and waits for the punchline, while the previous kitties and doggies are at his feet. When MC doesn't pull any more little animals out…his eyes get misty. "Yeah? Is…are we…" *melts*

Zahn:  Excitedly waits to see the new furry friends. Looks around, looks at MC… "Where are they?"

MC just looks at them.

Zahn just smiles, excitement ready to erupt. *Error 404: Zahn not found*

Duri:  *assuming the appropriate talks have happened, otherwise, this would be a poorly timed joke on Duri*  It takes just a moment for them to realize, and the shock freezes them up for a moment before they run to MC with their arms open for an embrace.

Rune:  "My love, we agreed no more surprise pets."

MC nods and smiles. "I know."

"Let's see them." Rune tries to hide a smirk.

MC just stares and smiles.

Rune laughs, nearly falling over.

???:  "Well...this is awkward - again." *pulls out hidden baby from pocket* "Also, there's a warrant for my arrest."

Thank you for the ask, Anon! I had some fun with this one, lol.

[oh-stars]

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wc: 404 | cw: depression | gen rating | for @steddiemicrofic | Prompt: "hole"

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He couldn’t escape it. Everywhere he went, it followed, it consumed, it overpowered. He’s had it for as long as he could remember, this hole in his chest. It was like he woke up one morning to it, shoving every emotion out of the way to feel the pulsing emptiness within. 

Demo-things and nailbats brought on tunnels and wayward children bleeding into secret bases and flesh monsters to end in a blaze of glory with mind-controlling wizards and earthquakes; they gave it power. The hole in Steve’s chest went from a small pit to a blackhole, unrelenting in its desire to numb him. 

Dustin was a good distraction for a while and talking things out with Robin sometimes made the hole shrink for a day or even a week. No matter what, it always came back. 

Steve burrows into the pillows and sheets of his bed, the one he shares with Eddie now. He clings to the pillow under his head, searching for the cool fabric to counter the blaze under his cover. There are no tears, but he feels like he’s crying – too numb to actually let tears fall. He wants to feel that relief Robin always talks about after a “good cry.” He just can’t.

He just wants it out. 

The door creaks open, heavy boots thudding softly against the old wood floor. “Dark day?” Eddie whispers as he sits behind Steve, a ringed hand carding through his hair. 

He shifts, careful not to knock Eddie’s hand off his head, to look up at his tired, wonderful boyfriend. No words, his eyes say it all. 

Eddie just nods, leans down to kiss his head. Because Eddie gets it. He has a hole of his own that takes over his days, trapping him in their bed for hours. He's the only one who just gets it. 

Steve watches Eddie change out of work clothes and slip into cozier ones. He pulls his hair into a bun, takes off his rings, and slips into bed. “C’mere,” Eddie says, already pulling Steve into his bare chest. The love he feels for Eddie won’t magically banish the darkness out of Steve’s chest, his affection can’t smother it into ash. But he does make it bearable.

They’ll lay there for the rest of the evening, like all dark days. And Eddie will hold him until Steve can feel something again. However long that takes. Hopefully forever.