#anyways guess who can fucking breath and think again!!! we're so back (kind of. we're getting there. still have a very shitty cough.)

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Had a. very silly au idea while I was sick

[bonbonly]

y'all had so much fun with Jense (and Seb) i thought i'd share a dream i had a couple of days ago (also i blame chime for the amount of motorcycle content there was in the dream)

okay, so in my dream i went on a motorcycle holiday with my brother and his wife, no destination no preplanned route just us, the bikes and wherever the road leads us, anyway… I remember that we made a stop for a few days somewhere in the swiss alps bc the others wanted to attend a thing and while they were gone i jumped back on the bike to get to know the area. on the road i bumped into another solo rider on a Waltz, which isn't something you see often bc those bikes are custom, so i signaled him that i really liked his bike and he pulled over. and when he pulled off his helmet my brain briefly shortcircuited bc it was Seb, but like early 2010s rb!Seb and he looked fucking hot in the leather gear with the sweaty helmet hair. and maybe i was a bit obvious in my staring bc he started flirting with me immediately, asking me if i'd like to ride some time with him, teasing me relentlessly any chance he gets. and i let him talk bc i think it's cute that he thinks he has the upper hand here while being the biggest sub in all of existence so when he's being all cheeky once again and talking the big talk i just straddle him on his bike, effectively pinning him down and he immediately goes all doe-eyed and shallow breaths on me, whimpering pathetically when i grind down on him and when i finally get him inside me and ride him to hell and back on some deserted forest road in the middle of nowhere he's moaning so loud i had to shove my gloves into his mouth to keep him at least somewhat quiet

At some point the others were ready to drive on, so i sadly had to leave my darling Seb behind and we made our way down to Monaco where we went into full on party mode and threw ourselves into the nightlife. the details get fuzzy from this point on but i remember that we were at a club and i'm doing shots at the bar when somebody's like cute jeans, can i take them off later and i was about to throw hands when i realize it's (equally early 2010s slagclaren era) Jenson who said it and it's so goddamn cheesy but what can i say i'm a sucker for bad pickup lines if they come from insanely hot and slutty blondes. but i decide to make him work for it so i tell him that if he can guess what kind of bike i ride he can have me however and before i can even think about what's happening he's got me bent over my honda in some back alley in Monaco, one leg up on the seat to get as deep as possible inside of me, fucking into me at a speed that's almost inhumane, his fingers wrapped around my throat while the other hand plays with my clit and making me squirt all over my bike and his shoes. that wasn't the last time we fucked that night but as i said, the details start to get fuzzy

Finally i remember my group and i making our way to Monza to watch the race where we manage to sneak into the paddock somehow and i'm insanely happy that we managed to pull this off and we're having a good time until i can feel like someone's staring at me. and at first i think the security's onto me, and i'm even separating from my brother and my SIL in an attempt to lose them, until i'm pulled into a motorhome and find myself eye to eye with Seb and Jense, grinning like they both won the lottery. but before anything could happen i woke up and couldn't go back to sleep anymore so fml i guess 🙃

cheers, 🍪

the fact that you said cheers like this was just another tuesday to you is WILD

no because how tf am i supposed to process this and go on with my day? i want dreams like this, gimme your brain RIGHT NOW

[hiemaldesirae]

thinking of a witch/fae radiostatic au after rereading some of my guilty pleasure fandom fics hhhhhnneuhg

basically the gist of it is, unseelie king alastor gets kidnapped by witch vox's village and now vox needs to figure out how to keep alastor from dying because his death means the rest of the court coming for blood while also trying to make sure the fae king doesnt try and fucking eat him or something. oh also they knew each other before.

Vox's mother always used to say, there's comfort in routine.

Perhaps that's why Vox finds himself redoing the same three-card spread over and over, despite always managing to get the same results. He chews on his fingernails as he frowns harder, reshuffling once more.

"Whatcha doing?" Angel Dust, the only other witch in the village, pops up behind him, startling Vox, who sighs and relaxes once he realizes who's behind him. "I thought you were busy helping the healers, man. Are you just doing tarot readings while we're working ourselves ta' the bone?"

Vox frowns, pressing his lips together.

He doesn't have anything against Angel, really, it's just difficult talking to people who aren't Vel or Val. And maybe it's more difficult talking to Angel because of his relationship with Val, but that isn't something he's willing to admit in front of his best friend's boyfriend. "Well, I got basically put on house arrest today because apparently, the fae they brought back was so strong they didn't trust me not to get too interested in them and throw the whole plan off."

"Couldn't they've least stationed ya with the healers? You can serve that house arrest after we make sure no one's dead," Angel groans. "I mean, didya see the state everyone came back in?"

He had. Vox had watched with white knuckles as they'd brought Velvette and Valentino's unconscious forms across to the healers lodge and tents, doing and redoing protection spells around their home and the village wards. He had wanted to help as soon as he'd seen them, but the village chief had ordered for him specifically to stay home.

So he'd busied himself with tarot cards. But it seemed even that wasn't working out for him, because...

"Oh, shit. This is... a pretty fuckin' bad spread, ain't it?"

"You tell me," Vox grouses. He shuffles the cards again and tries another time, only for those same three cards to appear again as if mocking him. Three of Swords. The Tower. And of course, Death.

Now, of the three, death was probably the most positive card of the spread. All it meant was change- not necessarily as dark as its name. But the tower and three of swords... well. Those only spelt out foreboding fates.

"What didya even ask?"

"It's about the fae they brought in." Vox taps his hand against the counter before starting to reorganize his cards. No sense in leaving them out now, after all: their message had been clear and simple. This was a mistake. You're all fucked. "Apparently, they're on par with royalty. Which as you can probably guess, isn't very well known for their kind tempers. So I was doing readings to try and see what might happen from keeping them here, and..."

Angel grimaces. "So... you're saying that we're fucked, basically?"

"You can do your own reading if you want," Vox says cryptically as he stands up, stretching his limbs. "Anyway, I'm going to go and strengthen the protection shield on the village wards. Not much else to do while I'm stuck here, anyway."

"Right... well, guess I'll see ya round then."

"Mm, see you."

When Angel leaves, Vox breathes a sigh of relief. He unclenches his hand to regard the skeleton key he'd stolen from the chief hours earlier on complete autopilot, hardly even realizing he'd taken the damn thing til he'd gotten back home and started performing frantic readings.

It was the key to the village cellar, a place located on the edge of town. Vox, Val and Vel lived closest to it- which worked out well, considering of the three of them, two were part of the village's elite fae hunting brigade and the last was one of the villages only two witches, and the more experienced one at that. He supposed, given the circumstances, that the fae who'd beaten his friends to a pulp was probably down there. And, well... Vox was nothing if deathly curious.

So that night, on a half moon, Vox quietly exits the house, being sure not to accidentally trip an alarm on the way. He makes his way to the outdoors cellar and unlocks the door, making his way downstairs into a damp and cramped room. His eyes are immediately drawn to the large iron cage hanging in the dead centre of the room, sucking in a breath as he takes a small step back. The cage is impressive, but what's inside of it...

A mass of shadows writhe and twist around a restrained figure, dispersing slightly around where the fae's eyes must be. Vox flinches back when a ghostly grey-black hand reaches out for him, its dark tipped claws so sharp he's sure the fae could have sliced him to ribbons had they not been restrained by their shackles and prison.

It serves its purpose: Vox is immediately and incredibly intimidated. Having said that, he came here for a reason, and he's not so much of a fucking coward that he'd simply flee with his tail between his legs at the first sight of an adverse reaction from the captured faerie.

"Hey, uh... I know you probably don't believe me- and you probably shouldn't, honestly, but- er, I'm here to help you. As much as I can, anyway." Vox raises his hands up in the air as he moves slowly toward the cage, keenly aware of the fae's fixed gaze on him all the while.

He reaches out and slowly, cautiously, places a small, dead rabbit on the precipice of the cage's platform. It was one he'd caught with a trap that afternoon, under the excuse of storing away fresh meat for Velvette and Valentino when they returned- but, well, there were other animals he'd caught, too. They wouldn't miss one tiny rabbit.

The shadow cloaked faerie regards the mound of fresh meat for only a second before jerking forwards and swallowing it whole.

Vox watches with rapt attention, mesmerized by the faeries brutality. He almost doesn't notice when the fae turns to address him, voice raw and scratchy and deeper than the ocean. "What did you do that for?"

"Cause..." Vox worries at his lip.

He doesn't really want to lie to the fae- he's not dumb, alright, that'd be a practical death wish, even if he was lying with good intent- but he's also not so sure how it will react to being told he only did it out of curiosity. Because he wanted to see just what it was that his reading deemed so dangerous to their little town. "I guess... I wanted to see what was so strong that they took down half the village guard."

The fae startles at this. The shadows surrounding their cage shrinks back a little, finally unveiling enough of their appearance for Vox to put a face to a... well, for Vox to get a good look at them.

Dark reddish brown hair with black streaks at the edges sharpen into pointed deer ears, with two short buck antlers growing from the fae's head. They have deep crimson eyes, tinged with flecks of bright green- it pairs well with their skin, a deep, rich brown that reminds Vox of rich autumn soil at the harvest. He's... pretty sure this fae is a man, but appearances can be deceiving, and he's not quite keen on being cursed for assuming blindly.

"Hm. Well, you weren't among the host that came to attack me, were you now?" The faerie's eyes narrow as Vox stutters out a faint no, babbling out excuses to lead them away from the conclusion of him being a witch (and thus always placed under pseudo-house arrest when time comes for a fae hunt). "Then, you don't realize what a mistake your village has made, do you, dear?"

Vox pauses. "What do you mean, mistake?"

The room's temperature drops almost the moment the question falls from his lips, and Vox pulls his cloak closer to himself as he distances himself from the cage, willing his arms to stop trembling as he watches. The shadows around the fae pull close again and coalesce into a cape of sorts, rising above the faerie as they entwine themselves around the fae's head, almost like- almost like-

A crown.

"Oh, shit."

The Unseelie Fae King gives Vox a tight lipped smile. "So, do you see now?"

Well. At least that answered what the tarot cards were trying to tell him.

[bropunzeling]

mattdrai 14&90!

bodyguard au + unexpected virgin

The air of the alleyway smacks Leon in the face, cold and smelling vaguely of piss. Not much of a step up from inside the party where he just had to go find Matthew Tkachuk -- child of some moderately important public figure; glorified socialite who doesn't seem to have a job of his own; recipient of more than a few threats his dad seems to take more seriously than he does -- and extract him. In there, it smelled like spilled drinks and sex.

At least he found the fucking idiot before he could actually get his pants off with some unvetted stranger. Christ, Leon told him they had to go straight back to the hotel once his photo op of a dinner was over, but did he listen? Of course not. He just charmed his way through the restaurant kitchen and left Leon with a headache and the bill.

"You didn't have to yank me around," said fucking idiot says now, rubbing at his arm exaggeratedly.

"I told you, we needed to go straight back to the hotel," Leon says, speeding up to walk one pace ahead and to the side, like he's supposed to. "Not go have sex with a fucking stranger."

"Oh my god, it would've been fine," Matthew says petulantly. "No one there gives a shit who I am."

"You don't know that," Leon says, glancing over his shoulder just in time to catch Matthew's eye roll.

"Trust me, the only thing they care about is if I can suck cock. That's what those parties are all about anyway."

Leon snorts as they reach the mouth of the alleyway. "Jesus Christ, you're fucking shameless," he mutters under his breath, hopefully low enough for Matthew not to hear.

"What? Don't tell me you wouldn't," Matthew says, having clearly heard every word. He stops before they can step out onto the sidewalk, leaning against the brick building and crossing his arms. There's just enough light from the street lamps for Leon to see a hickey at the base of his throat.

Leon rolls his eyes again. Of course he wouldn't. He has some goddamn standards, such as not fucking people he's only just met. And sure, some people might think his standards are excessive, or holding him back from finding love, or whatever Kim's diagnosis of the source of his romantic problems is this week, but at least he isn't exposing himself to a potential threat in a house party bathroom.

Matthew scoffs at him. "Oh, come on. What, you don't like a little risk?" He grins in a way that could almost be a leer. It punches a dimple in his cheek. Leon hates that dimple. Means he's gonna get laughed at. "Never figured you for a go home and have missionary kind of guy."

Leon can feel his face flushing. "We're done talking about this."

"Shit, guess I hit a nerve." Matthew leans away from the wall and into Leon's face. He smells like rum, and sweat, and some kind of cologne. It's not the worst combination. Especially compared to the alley. "Maybe you're just a secret softy. Holding out for the one. That would explain the stick up your ass."

Leon isn't going to react. He isn't. Even though Matthew is the most annoying fucking client he's ever had to deal with, even if he's painfully aware of how the collar of Matthew's shirt is slipping, exposing more than just the bruise at the base of his neck. Matthew is annoying, and irresponsible, and reckless, and he doesn't need to know how close he's come to striking home.

And yet, clearly Matthew sees something on Leon's face, because his eyes widen. "Shit. You're not serious."

"We're going back to the hotel," Leon grits out, turning around.

Only then he can't, because Matthew's grabbing his arm, wheeling him around. "Wait, shit," he says. "I only meant -- really? But you're --"

Leon wrenches his arm out of Matthew's grip. "We're done," he spits out.

"-- so fucking hot," Matthew says, before his teeth shut with a clack.

Leon blinks. His mouth falls open before he remembers to shut it. His face feels hotter than molten lava. Matthew stares back at him, looking taken aback by himself.

"We're going back to the hotel," Leon says again, voice terribly hoarse.

Matthew nods mutely.

This time, when Leon starts walking, he can hear Matthew's footsteps, a pace behind and to the right. Neither of them say anything, or even look at each other as Leon starts searching for a cab to hail. Even so, his face burns.

[leroiestmortvivelareine]

tgr live journal - ch 3-4

all my reactions, as they happened. (man I was so far off track at this point...)

(all chapters)

tgr live - ch 3-4

Jeremy's family suck, pardon us while we faint from shock

Jeremy what did you do? was it with a fellow Trojan? who??

BMW? how does that fit in with Jeremy's romantic life?

why am i being sucked into trying to figure it out, it's Nora it could be goddamn anything

ok here we go...

Warren hit someone with one?

Warren wouldn't be able to buy one if he was forced to pay someone off again? the guy? the police (why the police)?

Warren gets a ton of funding from progressive rights groups by using Jeremy as window-dressing despite his own private revulsion?

California has an incentive scheme whereby senators get a new car for every guy their son bonks?? (which still makes more sense than partial deregulation of the electricity market)

ah mothers and their unseverable umbilical cord

Yeah Jeremy, why don't you work things out with the mixed girl

mixed girls: the practical alternative to being gay

why would you bring poor Nabil into this, the fewer names these vultures know the better

Mathilda you're in danger of making Tetsuji look richly nuanced, could you swing by reality at some point

oh yeah, we've been missing some blackmail in our aftg drama buffet. Drugs, presumably. how sordid and unoriginal. But believable, i guess.

Friends and family discount - so Bryson was the dealer?

there's no hope of justice when your parents favour one over another - I know. Kevin knows too

how does it benefit Bryson if Jeremy fails so many times? Does he feel threatened because he knows Jeremy would be better than him?

Is it just pure spite?

the Joshua thing's obviously more than that though. I think we're getting close to the 'regret' Jeremy always talks about.

'if you don't know what you need, how can he ever provide it' - wow that's... kind of a boss line.

I like this butler guy. And he likes Jeremy, so at least someone sees his side of what is probably in all fairness Jeremy's fault.

the truth?

you mean like that thing that shall set you free?

or was 'the truth' just about regularity of therapy sessions?

'what would any of you do' hmm how many people's secrets does this butler keep?

LOL what kind of butler tries to get out of washing a shirt, he's funny

oh

ok so i predicted something like this but that doesn't mean i want to actually sit here and watch Jere screw someone else

grrrrrrrrr now i'm unjustifiably furious and vindictively wanting Jean to do something similar just to retaliate, as I am Aaron now apparently

who the fuck even has yellow curtains

grrrrr i don't think a napkin is getting us out of this one

I mean really, is this all just a game to you?? do you just lean your back against anyone who comes along, you harlot! and what's with all this 'learning French' shit? of course we're going to think it's fucking serious if you're talking about learning a whole-ass fucking language for someone!!! how dare you toy with our feelings in this heartless manner

(pause for breath)

man i am out of practice with this

it's time to break out... the never-fails 100% guaranteed break-up survival song list!! (there's a lot of 80s because they were really into attitude back then.)

'You got nothing i want' - Cold Chisel

'I will survive' - Gloria Gaynor

'The honeymoon is over' - The Cruel Sea

'Untouchable face' - Ani DiFranco

'I never really loved you anyway' - the Corrs

'Don't shed a tear' - Paul Carrack

'Here I go again' - Whitesnake

'Next time' - Marie Wilson

'It's my life' - Bon Jovi

'Don't you worry' - Madasun

'Head like a hole' - NIN

Ok. i feel a bit better now. let's do this, you yellow-curtain-owning dipstick

the best way to explain Jeremy's character is that he crosses his fingers for luck while breaking into his wanker ex's bedroom to fuck him

i've changed my mind Bryson, come back here and set your brother up as evilly as possible

however it's only fair to warn you i will never consider you a REAL villain, my standards in this matter now being impossibly high (like, dude, you don't even have a cool colour scheme), however i'm prepared to overlook your insipidness due to extreme ire

dammit it's only page 46 and i'm already homicidal - usually it takes at least 5 chapters

Nora did you just explicitly name a part of the male anatomy? should we faint or

ok. so. the car WAS to buy off the guy. not my favourite option but anyway

told you those yellow curtains were dead dodgy

AND he calls you Knox

dick

i mean you Jeremy. still mad at you.

you've got weekly(?) therapy, awesome friends, and a notable absence of Moriyama-induced torture in your life. why are you making toxic self-sabotaging decisions then complaining to Jean about how he's coping

Jean's at home trying not to spiral his way into madness while you're running around the swanky part of LA in gold go-go shorts, hooking up with skanks

move to impeach the captain and put Xavier in charge

ah Xavier. the voice of reason. when you've delivered a line as iconic as 'bro my scars are normal, yours are not', you don't need to do anything else for the rest of the series.

I can't help imagining how differently Riko would've approached this kind of betrayal. Firstly, and perhaps most importantly, he would not have worn gold shorts. Secondly, Leo would've been found floating somewhere in that fancy car, identifiable only through dental records.

which is wrong. obviously.

and yet.

wait...

if you're pursuing a law degree why don't you know the difference between age of consent in California vs West Virginia? I don't even live in the US and I knew they'd be different

also how does some knob who lives at home with their weird mom get to pull strings within California's law fraternity?

heh Jean is onto you Jere

but he don't care about your personal life

(that's got to pique your interest surely)

the Foster rose - self-reporting to Cat and Laila? interesting

ha ha now Jeremy has to go for a run (does nobody listen to Rocky Balboa? "No foolin' around, it makes your legs weak")

Cody and the peach awwww

there had better be some artwork of this when i get back onto tumblr, you know the kind of mess that happens when i draw things myself

ok

ok everyone needs to stop what they're doing and go get a peach for Jean

Hockey!!! Nora you little minx don't be telling me this isn't subliminal advertising

and who the hell is Bishop? he had better not have a tattoo of a bishop on his face or there will be TROUBLE

10 years earlier Jeremy would be the centre of a HIV storyline

mmm if you're listing shining examples of straightness it doesn't help your credibility to start with Riko and Kevin

who was the other Raven who never turned to men? just some guy?

also why were the two female Ravens the only source of women? where did the strawberry blonde with the freckles come from? (picturing Riko writing this on the weekly supply request sheet along with 2B pencil lead and handcuffs)

what, is it supposed to be a shock that we officially find out the thing Zane did to Grayson

like it was EVER going to be anything else

Yes! go Derrick - I think you're the first trojan to actually get under Jean's skin

Die in shame for your abysmally short mother, you unlofty scum!

honestly our hero is such a tragic loss for the world of unhinged villains

MALFUNCTIONING CRETIN!!!! Jean I love you can we end the book right there, i'm done

hmmmm musings....

The rebellious defiance of sticking that rose in the window when Jere knows his friends won't approve it's really interesting. It reminds me of getting parking tickets just to piss off his senator stepdad. He likes running around pushing his luck. He liked pushing his luck with matching the Fox's numbers too. Does he like shocking people? Who are you Jeremy? What drives you? What are you serious about?

he's all feeling and sensation, sensation is everywhere

For that matter Jean, what do you want? if you had a free heart, where would it lead you? he only knows the severely practical.

Sense and sensibility?

Jeremy is actually a fair bit like Nicky. Sweet and affectionate and caring but weak in some ways and needing someone very strong.

of course he would take drugs. Of course he would distract himself with something sweet, rather than fight back. Does he need to learn how to fight back?

Jean must seem like Ivan Drago to Jeremy

I get the attraction.

We know Bryson is being underhanded about things but Jeremy isn't shy about underhandedness either, if he feels justified, even if he does stop short of blackmail. From Bryson's viewpoint Jeremy is as much the bad guy as Warren appears to Jeremy.

Assuming of course it IS drugs, and not some prostitution racket or diamond smuggling Jeremy's running on the side.

Maybe Jeremy's trafficking in genetically modified lizards. It would explain a lot, tbh.

I finish this chapter concerned that Jeremy is both a std and a biosecurity risk, and am inexplicably missing Riko.

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[lovecolibri]

Okay, I still hate the BT "hook up" with every fiber of my being and felt it was unnecessary. But I can at least understand why someone like Tim, who loves drama and who probably stubbornly had SOMETHING like this planned out from the beginning, felt it needed to happen to get Tommy to say those things and put the thought in Buck's head. Again, I don't agree, and it stirred up a bit of a hornet's nest in fandom, but I was kind of shocked by how hard Tim was going in the interviews to say 1) we're NOT shutting Buddie down and 2) be so dismissive of BT 🤣

Anyway, I feel we are in for a slowwww burn with Buddie. Maybe slower than I thought. Of course anything can happen and it's very possible that they are hiding big things about Eddie coming up. Speaking of Eddie...do you think he will be back in some capacity in 814 and 815? I don't think he will be with the team, obviously, but the missed opportunity if he isn't involved. Not just for his story but also a little delicious Buddie angst 😁 I'm really hoping for a BTS or something to indicate that he'll be there.

Yeah, I don't think they needed to do All That, but now that we have the full picture of what they did, I can't lie, I have been cackling since Thursday. I underestimated how much Tim is a messy bitch. I agree, we could have gotten here without the full "first gay sex in Eddie's own house doesn't even get to be him" mess, but no changing that now, so I'm finding the joy where I can, mostly in the fact that it was SO clearly about Eddie, and that we were fucking RIGHT about Eddie being petty enough that T picked up on it, and actively viewed them as competing. For Buck. Which the audience heard meaning they will now be thinking about ever BT scene as T being jealous and competing with Eddie. BYE laughing forever!

I also found it VERY interesting that the stuff about Buddie is getting even more vague and they are talking in even bigger circles around it trying not to confirm nor deny anything at all, while being pretty hardline and clear about BT being over and T coming back NOT for Buck's plot but part of the emergency and that romantic door being pretty well shut. Just...inch resting.

IDK how slow things are gonna go, mostly because this episode alone was SO wild and moved things for Buddie SO far, SO fast. I think we will cool down a little with the big emergency coming up, and Eddie's arc being about Chris first and foremost. As for his return, I also don't know because that man never seems to be at work (RYAN! YOU'RE NEEDED ON SET, GRIL GO BACK TO WORK!). I would HOPE he's back in some way for the disaster, mostly because I think it would be *delicious* for him to be not at work and in danger in a little tsunami arc parallel but I guess we'll just have to wait and see! I'm really hoping we get surprised with this Eddie-in-TX arc, though I'm not super holding my breath. This episode did remind me how predictable they've gotten with parental "redemption" AKA the kid being the one to have to sweep everything under the rug so the parent's don't have feel bad anymore, but it also surprised me with how hard for Buddie and Eddie it went so, fingers crossed we get something that justifies All That Mess we've been waiting for movement on since the s7 finale.

[dancersmemeblog]

Taylor Swift Midnights Sentence Starters

Tracks 1-4

"Oh, you don't ever say too much."

"All this shit is new to me."

"I just wanna stay in the lavender haze."

"I just need this love spiral."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"The lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon."

"The rubies that I gave up."

"That's a real fucking legacy to leave."

"Midnights become my afternoons."

"I end up in crisis, tale as old as time."

"It's me hi, I'm the problem it's me."

"She's/he's/they're lauging up at us from hell."

"Life is emotionally abusive."

"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"You wanting me tonight, feels impossible."

"Can this be the real thing, can it?"

Tracks 5-8

"It's okay we're the best of friends, anyway."

"You're on your own kid, you always have been."

"I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this."

"You've got no reason to be afraid."

"All of me changed like midnight."

"My town was a wasteland."

"And the life I gave away."

"I guess sometimes we all get, some kind of haunted."

"Big city, wrong choices."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You're not sure and I don't know."

"That's nice I'm sure, that's what suitable."

"Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man."

"Lately I've been dressing for revenge."

"I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends."

"I'm on my vigilante shit again."

Tracks 9-12

"Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind."

"And by the way, I'm going out tonight."

"I can still make the whole place shimmer."

"Sapphire tears on my face, sadness became my whole sky."

"It only hurts this much right now."

"Breathe in, breathe through, breath deep, breathe out."

"i'll be getting over you, my whole life."

"Uh oh I'm falling in love, oh no I'm falling in love again."

"You're talking shit, for the hell of it."

"It's coming back around."

"Karma is a cat, purring in my lap cause it loves me."

"Karma takes all my friends to the summit."

"I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly."

"They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something."

"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing."

"To you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it."

Tracks 13-17

"You and I ended up in the same room at the same time."

"What if I told you, none of it was accidental?"

"I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian cause I care."

"You knew the entire time."

"Spineless in my tomb of silence.

"I vowed not to cry anymore."

"Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed."

"I really thought I lost you."

"Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness."

"I've got a lot to pine about, I've got a lot to live without."

"Did some force, take you because I didn't pray?"

"I'll say words I don't believe."

"Did you see the photos?"

"I'm so in love that I might stop breathing."

"Levitate above all the messes made."

"I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever."

"I didn't know you were keeping count."

"Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?"

"Dragged my feet right down the aisle."

"The slowest way is never loving them enough."

Tracks 18-20 + Hits Different & You're Losing Me

"We were supposed to be just friends."

"I think there's been a glitch."

"Nights are so starry, blood moonlit."

"I thought we had no chance, and that's romance."

"And the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven."

"I wish you'd left me wondering."

"God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be."

"I regret you all the time."

"If it feels like a trap, you're already in one."

"Never take advice from someone who's falling apart."

"I prefer hiding in plain sight."

"No-one sees when you lose, when you're playing solitare."

"I washed my hands of us at the club, you made a mess of me."

"Each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong."

"It hits different cause it's you."

"You once believed in me."

"Remember looking at this room, we loved it cause of the light."

"Stop, you're losing me."

"And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser."

"I've got nothing to believe, unless you're choosing me."

[anysin]

Fic: To Subsist

For @parasiticghostwasps, here is a Daisy/Basira with the theme 10! Warning for survival cannibalism and angst.

The night has turned the air cold by the time Basira finally decides to speak.

"Daisy," Basira whispers. "There is no way to tell when the rescue will come, and I don't think I'm going to survive. You have to eat me."

The forest around them is quiet, making it too easy for Basira's words to echo inside Daisy's head. The plane, the one they came in, has long since ceased to burn; they are the only people to have come out of it alive. But while Daisy is in one piece, weakened but intact, Basira is barely alive at all. That's why she's talking about such weird things, and Daisy is going to ignore her.

"Daisy," Basira whispers.

"No, I don't." Daisy looks up at the sky, which is as empty as it was before. It makes her want to snarl; what is taking those people so fucking long to come rescue them? There is no way people can just lose an entire fucking plane these days. "I'm not hungry, anyway."

"That's kind of funny." Basira even laughs, but doing so makes her cough, and coughing brings blood up on her lips, turning them crimson. Daisy reaches out to wipe it away, but Basira tilts her head out of her reach, still chuckling a bit.

"I'm not an idiot," Basira says. "I have noticed- the state of my body."

Daisy grimaces. Basira is in very bad shape; there is a long gnash on her head, her chest looks like it has partially caved in and her legs appear to be entirely boneless, more jelly than anything else. Daisy spent quite a bit of time looking for an ax earlier and couldn't find any, but now that the plane doesn't burn anymore, she should go inside it to look for it again. She just hates the idea of leaving Basira alone even for a moment.

"I could just cut your legs off," she says to Basira. "Spare the rest of it."

"How? We have no medical supplies, or anything to clean the wounds with. They would get infected, and I would die anyway." Basira pauses, taking a moment to just breathe before continuing: "You should make use of my body while you still can."

"And what if I don't want to do that?" The words come out as a snap, but Daisy doesn't care. "Maybe I want to starve to death out there. Maybe I want to die with you."

Basira lets out a derisive snort. "If you do that, I will never forgive you."

"Well, that wouldn't matter if we're both dead, would it?"

Daisy presses her lips together, turning away from Basira. There is a burning sensation in her eyes, but she ignores it, grinding her teeth together.

"Please, Daisy." Basira's voice has been quiet this whole time, but it seems to be extra soft this time. It's followed by an equally soft touch as Basira reaches out, resting her hand on Daisy's back. "I know I'm done for. But I don't want you to die, too."

Basira's hand falls off. Daisy bites her lip, turning back towards Basira, who has gone a tad paler again. She smells like death already.

"I won't kill you." Daisy glances at Basira's mangled body, grimacing at the sight. She stares at Basira's legs, knowing that will be a good place to start. "If you want to be eaten, you're going to be alive for it."

Basira laughs at that. "I guess that's fair."

It's not fair; nothing about this is fair. But if Basira wants Daisy to live, she will live.

Basira doesn't get to say what happens to her remains, though. Daisy will keep her bones.

[snarkformysanity]

House of Earth and Blood Chapter 20

We're with Bryce at her work, where she's thinking about what the Viper Queen said to her.

Look toward where it hurts the most.

Apparently this was very good advice, and what hurts the most for Bryce is thinking about Danika's movements in the days/weeks leading up to her death. She starts trying to think back, but feels nauseous, and so she starts rereading her emails with Maximus instead, to try get a read on his movements. And... honestly, I'm kind of okay with this sort of stalling. Bryce has been pretty competent so far, and she is very emotionally close to this case. It stands to reason that it would hurt thinking about Danika and the lead up to her death, and thus, she'd procrastinate doing it. But we'll see how it goes.

Lehabah the fire sprite is here, being as useful as she's ever been.

“You could let the angel down here and work together on whatever is causing you such difficulty.”

He'll probably be more hindrance than help, honestly. He's done nothing useful for the investigation so far. Seriously, does Lehabah's character have a point besides tepidly trying to force the ship?

Anyway, Lehabah's entire argument boils down to "he's hot," which mercifully doesn't convince Bryce. She is, however, convinced to continue discussing his hotness with Lehabah, who is apparently watching a porno on her tablet instead of working.

Bryce said, “I doubt Hunt Athalar is the making love type.”

No, regrettably he's a love interest in a Maas-verse book, so he'll be a growly domineering asshole. No variety allowed here, folks.

Anyway, Jesiba calls to tell them to get back to work, then we have a scene break to thirty minutes later. Bryce finally caves and spends far too many words calling Hunt for help. He basically teleports to the door, and Bryce lets him in. We learn she keeps a "reusable bottle" of unspecified liquid at hand, which Hunt assumes is alcohol. Bryce doesn't contradict him, so I guess it must be true.

Lehabah knocks at a door, begging Bryce to let her come see Hunt that Bryce is okay. Bryce tells her to go back to work, and tells Hunt not to worry about it because 1) Lehabah is exaggerating and...

“Two, very few people are allowed downstairs, so if you report to Micah about it, we’re done.”

But... Lehabah was going to come up? Who said anything about Hunt going down there?

Apparently the reason it would be bad for anyone to go down there is that a lot of the books are rare, ancient and illegal, with the Asteri and Senate having ordered all copies to be destroyed. Bryce can't read them because they're all in dead languages.

Anyway, apparently she does let Hunt downstairs? Lehabah comes fluttering up, he says hello to her with a sexy voice, which Bryce notices. Then they go downstairs.

Bryce was aware of every step downward, every rustle of Hunt’s wings mere steps behind her. Every bit of air that he filled with his breath, his power, his will.

Nothing new to say, just more of this bullshit. I had to read it, now so do you. He's just so fucking dominant, you guys. Even the very air is filled with his will.

Bryce remarks once again how no one else is supposed to go down here. Lehabah chatters about stuff that's probably not important, and then we get a tragic backstory for, of all characters, Syrinx.

“Oh, he is,” Lehabah said. “Syrinx was stolen from his mother as a cub, then traded for ten years around the world, then Jesiba bought him to be her pet, then Bryce bought him—his freedom, I mean. She even had proof of his freedom certified. No one can ever buy him again.”

Okay, so no one can ever buy him again - is he free to leave Bryce if he wants? Because otherwise, I don't think Bryce can claim brownie points for "buying his freedom."

Anyway, Lehabah's not done chattering, and she asks Hunt how much it would cost to buy him. Bryce chastises her for being rude, and yeah, I kinda agree. He might be an asshole, but he's still a person.

She sent up a puff of smoke. “He and I are of the same House, and are both slaves. My great-grandmother fought in his 18th Legion during their rebellion. I am allowed to ask.”

Yeah, nah, don't think so. You're still an ass, Lehabah. And have still contributed nothing of value except forcing the scene's focus back on Hunt. And the value of that is dubious at best.

Of course, this entire awkward segue is all just to reinforce to us how desirable Hunt is - he cost eighty-five million gold marks. Lehabah cost ninety thousand, and Syrinx cost two hundred and thirty-three thousand. For reference, Bryce haggled her obsidian salt down to ten thousand a few chapters ago, when they were originally fifty thousand. Hunt's just that badass you guys.

Ah, my mistake, this discussion is also a roundabout way of letting Hunt know that Bryce isn't actually loaded. She tells him her fancy apartment actually belonged to Danika.

And then the book decides it's time to comment on therapy. And... it's actually not completely awful?

She’d refused to go to therapy. Her mother had set up appointment after appointment for the first year, and Bryce had bailed on all of them. She’d bought herself an aromatherapy diffuser, had read up on breathing techniques, and that had been that. She knew she should have gone. Therapy helped so many people—saved so many lives. Juniper had been seeing a therapist since she was a teenager and would tell anyone who would listen about how vital and brilliant it was. But Bryce hadn’t shown up—not because she didn’t believe it would work. No, she knew it would work, and help, and probably make her feel better. Or at least give her the tools to try to do so. That was precisely why she hadn’t gone.

I actually kind of like this. Like yeah, we've got a protagonist refusing help again, however... I feel the reason she gives is actually pretty relatable. It both acknowledges that therapy is helpful, and cites that as the reason for wanting to avoid it. I get that, and many readers will probably get it too. Sure, it doesn't make logical sense, but mental issues rarely do. That's why they're issues. I feel a lot of readers would be able to relate to Bryce over this (and might be prompted to reflect on their own situation as a result)... but I'll reserve judgement fully until after the book resolves. We're only a quarter of the way through - still plenty of time to muck it up.

Anyway, they banter a bit about Lehabah's porno, then she declares she's taking a nap. Good. Go. Stop filling the page count with useless things. She takes about half a page to leave, and reminds us that the books try to escape (which is admittedly a neat little detail, too bad it's lost amongst so much junk filler) and that all the animals in the office were probably once people. Again.

And then Bryce finally gets to the point - she's trying to make that list of Danika's movements, but it's difficult, so she'd like Hunt to ask her some questions to get the memories going. Only took us.... how many pages now? I don't even know.

Hunt of course completely ignores this request and asks if she studied antiquities at school instead. Yes, yes, the book is trying desperately to frame it as him being considerate of her. I call BS though, absolutely nothing about him to this point has been considerate, and we know he's both thought she's moving too slowly on this and gotten mad that she's doing things without him. Now, she's offering him a chance to help, and he's just going to blow it off?

Apparently, yeah. He asks if she studied antiquities, then how she got this job.

“After I graduated, I couldn’t get a job anywhere. The museums didn’t want me because I didn’t have enough experience, and the other art galleries in town were run by creeps who thought I was … appetizing.” His eyes darkened, and she made herself ignore the rage she beheld there on her behalf.

Oh, don't start this bullshit again. The men will get all righteously angry and protective over threats of rape like this, but they'll blatantly ignore every other instance of sexism while continuing to be possessive, controlling jerks themselves. Rhys and Cassian were the same. Enough.

Anyway, apparently Fury got her the job, and Hunt asks about Fury, which Bryce evades. Then she tells us that apparently humans are conscripted to serve in the army for three years, on threat of death for them and their entire families.

“There’s no chance Danika’s murderer might have been connected to—” “No.” Bryce growled. She and Fury might be totally fucked up right now, but she knew that. “Fury’s enemies weren’t Danika’s enemies. Once Briggs was behind bars, she bailed.” Bryce hadn’t seen her since.

So... still a non-zero chance that my "Fury is involved" crack theory isn't so cracked after all?

Bryce is also on the avoiding-the-plot bandwagon now, but at least she has the excuse of trauma. She asks how old Hunt is, mostly so the book can exclaim over how young he was when he was commanding legions. Then Hunt asks if she's ever killed before.

“Yes.” Surprise lit his eyes. But she didn’t want to go into it—what had happened with Danika senior year that had left them both in the hospital, her arm shattered, and a stolen motorcycle little more than scrap.

Lehabah is not gone, apparently, and butts in to whine about Bryce being cryptic. And she is being pretty cryptic, but uh, whatever it was was obviously pretty traumatic for her, so I'm fine with it. And we get some pretty tantalising hints.

[The wolves tried to help them feel better]But none of it had compared to what had changed between her and Danika on that trip. The final barrier that had fallen, the truth laid bare. I love you, Bryce. I’m so sorry. Close your eyes, Danika. A hole tore open in her chest, gaping and howling.

You have my attention, book.

Anyway, this leads into finally starting work on the list. It's told mostly in summary, because why would that be interesting? It's only the plot, after all. Then Bryce gets a text from Ruhn, asking her to meet him at Luna's temple, as apparently it's one of the few places in the city without cameras.

“Interesting,” she murmured. “You think I should give him a heads-up that you’re coming?” Hunt’s grin was pure wickedness. “Hel no.” Bryce couldn’t keep herself from grinning back.

*sighs* Well, it was good while it lasted.

[bestcurse]

it's as he sits beside her that he realises how much he's missed this, missed her, in every sense. in fact, he doesn't actually know how he's survived this long, without her. as if she was the one piece, the glue, that was holding him together. she's always been that, for him— the one person he's run to, who he's always been able to confide in, no matter the gravity of the situation. despite the silence between them, over these past couple of years, he can see that it's the one thing that hasn't changed, the one thing that may never change between them. they're able to pick back up right where they left off. and that's why there's no discomfiture between them, now, as he settles in beside her, small smile carved into his lips. " you know i could never be sick of you. " and that was the one place nobody else could ever take, the very place that had been reserved for only her. nothing changed that fact— whether they had been together or strangers for years, she was the only person that this applied to, the only one he couldn't imagine growing tired of, always willing and wanting to hear about what she thought, how she saw the world. couldn't ignore the fact that it was the polar opposite to how eden saw it, saw him— perhaps they weren't always on the same page, at least not in the same way he'd always considered him and devon to be. it's for that reason that he nods his head slightly, the palm of his hand acting as a holding point for his cheek to fall into, fingertips of his free hand tracing around the rim of his bottle. " yeah, i guess so. she... well, i don't think she likes that we talk as much as we do, " but he didn't see a problem with it. how could he? when all they were doing was restoring a friendship that hey should've never let go of, in the first place? even then, miller knows it's much more than that— they were rebuilding a lot more than just their companionship, but rather a relationship that they both relied on to function, that both got them through their days. their rebudding relationship was all that was getting him through, currently— a reason to keep progressing, to find purpose in the work he was doing, creating; all because of her. this had always been for her. that had never stopped. " it's not because of you, though, " because he was always afraid that she'd blame herself in this, somehow. " it's me, i mean. i talk to you too much, apparently... do you think that's true? " can only chuckle, then, hiding his discomfort behind it, fingertips scratching at the underside of his jaw, as if in consideration, like he could see a truth he had been previously oblivious to. still, he fails to see it, to acknowledge it from any side but his own. " but, fuck... sexting, he says? " again, it's only a chuckle he can compose. " i mean, i guess we kind of did, back in the day, but shit, i probably wouldn't even know what you like, anymore, " he chooses to ignore the fact that he probably does, based on their interaction a year ago, when the line blurred, when he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. " i could, like... talk to him, if you wanted. you know, reiterate the fact that we're not doing anything he suspects, " something tells him it'll only make the situation worse, but he offers anyway. " but yeah, i'd still say you're still... you, " he confirms with a soft smile, extending his hand towards her, working at a smudge in her top. " i mean, you still have paint all over you, " he teases. it was the one thing that still brough him happiness, that brought a smile of merriment to his features. " it's... good, " comforting. " makes me still feel at home, really. think i might've lost that somewhere, somehow, " pauses then, for a breath. " you're the only one who's ever felt like home. "

when devon looks back on the decision she made to urge him to take the job and ultimately end their relationship, she wishes now they had at least tried to maintain a long-distance relationship. that they hadn’t just ended things so abruptly, afraid of how it might hurt, later, if it didn’t work out. if it would only just prolong the hurt, in a way. she couldn’t imagine doing that again, going back to radio silence, merely settling for checking his social media and relying on the word of mutual friends to hear the details of his new life. and she’ll never be able to account for all the time they lost, but she could try, at least, to ensure that it wouldn't happened again. that she wouldn't miss out on anything else, even if it upset her boyfriend. they could still be friends, couldn’t they ? what was so wrong with that ? except for maybe the fact that talking to miller gave her something that fletcher couldn’t— intimacy, understanding, even without the physical aspect. they shared a connection no one else could replicate, and she just couldn’t let that go again, not after so long without. she can feel it, buzzing just under the surface as he admits to missing her, the sound of which immediately causes a smile to tug at her features. “ did you ? i figured you might be getting sick of me, by now, ” she teases, although it’s followed with a quiet “ missed you, too, ” in return. that smile she was wearing fades, however, at his question, even though she lets out a soft huff of a chuckle. “ big time, ” she murmurs, taking a moment to lift her drink to her lips, downing almost half the contents in one go. she would need it, if this was where the conversation was heading. “ you are, too ? is that why she’s not here ? ” and yes, she still found it difficult to say the other’s name out loud, as if that suspended the belief that eden didn’t exist if she didn’t acknowledge her by name. it was an immature, petty thing to hold on to, but that didn’t stop her. “ knowing fletcher, he might show up later, probably pretending everything’s fine, that we haven't been fighting about how he thinks i’m sexting you all day. literally, he used that word, like we’re teenagers, ” she scoffs, this time uttering a much more real bout of laughter, as if reveling in how ridiculous it sounds. of course he would only be worried about something like that, not that she might be unhappy, that she doesn’t feel emotionally supported in their relationship. that’s something she’s always had with miller, though, hence why she’s telling him all of this now, why she’s not holding anything back, even though they just sat down. “ you don’t think i’ve changed ? ” in a way, it’s a relief, considering how she’s been feeling, recently. “ because sometimes i just… i don’t know. i feel a little isolated here, sometimes, without you. it’s different than how it used to be. ”

[minisugakoobies]

Sunny…you’re feeling a little rusty 🥺 Well we can’t have that, let me see 🤔

Can I get a…

#13. waist rubs while laying close to each other AND #2. I want to explore your body if you’d let me WITH Seokjin and reader, please and thank you 🤭

Oooh, Chell, I am once again missing Seokjinnie terribly, so thank you for requesting him! 💕 Title: What a Line Pairing: Seokjin x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Friends to Lovers, fluff, non-Idol!AU Warnings: cuddly silly Jin agenda, sudden tension!!

"Why are we doing this again?" Jin inquires as he joins you on the couch. He hands you a cider as he takes a swig of his beer.

"This" is the two of you trying out a new dating app together, You4ia. Questionable spelling aside, it promises to help bring you better matches than any of the other apps that completely failed to find you a lasting love.

The "why" is pretty self-explanatory.

"Because we're dateless losers who aren't getting any younger, Jinnie-yah," you inform him, curling your legs beneath you, getting cozy on Jin's old couch. He's had this thing as long as the two of you have known each other - five years now. It's so worn in and comfy, just like your friendship.

"Pssh, getting older's not a problem when you're aging like a fine wine. You should try it," he retorts, squeaking with laughter when you knock your shoulder into his. His beer sloshes slightly. "Watch it, you almost committed a party foul."

Snorting, you scroll through the setup menu. For several minutes the two of you fall silent as you create your profiles, both of you lost in choices, only occasionally piping up to ask the other's opinions. Finally, a cute little chime fills Jin's apartment as your dating app electronically announces you're ready to find love.

"Annnnd we're off!" you sigh, tossing your phone down on the table. Jin's slides next to yours. You sit back, letting that familiar feeling of hope and dread settle over you. The hope that you'll find a match. The dread that you won't make it last.

Jin brings you another round of drinks as the two of you regale each other with tales of horror and glory (mostly the former for you and the latter for him) from your dating app history.

"What's the fastest you've ever gotten a match on one of these?" you ask.

Jin leans in beside you, humming thoughtfully. He picks up his phone, then puts it down. Repeats the movement a few times. 

“What are you doing?”

“Calculating how many seconds it takes to set a phone down.” "Fuck off," you gasp, smacking him in the stomach playfully. “You got a response in less than a minute?!”

"What? Is that fast?" Jin's ego can be seen from space, but damned if he usually can't back up. With his looks, his charm, his intelligence, and his kindness. But sometimes he's just too cocky, with his crooked smirk and gleaming eyes.

Your head gravitates towards his shoulder as his arm slips around yours. Cuddling with Jin is like breathing. Happens naturally.

"I guess it's pretty good for an old man."

Truthfully, neither of you are as young as you used to be, but he scowls anyway, hand reaching for your side to tickle you until you pinch him in retaliation. "Eek! Stop that."

You stop, your hand resting on his side as his hand lies on your hip. He mindlessly rubs small circles into the soft cotton of your shirt, lightly etching the skin beneath.

"What's the wildest opening line anyone's ever sent you?"

"Easy. 'I want to explore your body, if you'll let me.'" You laugh, remembering with a shudder.

"That's the first thing they said?!" Jin's pitch rises in surprise.

"Yep."

"Hmmm." He pauses. "And did it work?"

"What? No!" You cluck your tongue. "Are you insane?"

"What, you don't think that line could work?"

The two of you pull apart, both looking at each other incredulously. With a laugh, you shake your head.

"No, I do not."

"I'm telling you, the right person could make it work. Someone you find attractive - I'm guessing you didn't find him attractive enough."

"Well, I mean, he wasn't really my type, but he wasn't unattra- "

Before you can finish your sentence, Jin suddenly shifts, dipping you backwards. He holds you tightly, one hand cupping the back of your head as you stare up at him in shock. You’re very familiar with Jin’s face, but you’ve never been this close to it before. Have his lips always been so plush? Did his cheekbones get sharper?

"YN,” he murmurs, in a voice so deep that your entire body seems to vibrate. His thumb brushes your lips so lighty, so teasingly, that you strain your neck to tip forward and catch more of his touch. It’s an involuntary motion, as your head is currently completely devoid of any thoughts. "I want to explore your body. If you'll let me."

"Holy fuck," you whisper, wide-eyed, heart pounding.  

Jin laughs, not his usual honking chuckle but something else - a tiny exhalation of surprise. “Is that a yes?” 

“To you exploring my body?!”

Now he’s honking, shaking you with his laughter, but he doesn’t let go, and you don’t pull away.

“To my theory, that the line could work.” His eyes flit to your lips so many times that you feel dizzy tracking the movement. Or maybe you’re just light-headed from the nearness of him. His mouth is infinitesimally close…. 

“You know, I think maybe some exploration is in order, after all,” you mumble, chin tilting upwards, and you can feel Jin smiling as he presses his lips to yours. 

Before the night ends, you both delete the app.

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[lizhaoyu]

Okay you don't have to do this and if your inbox is closed that's okay but if they are open could you please do a cro where he just kidnapped them but they're oddly okay with it where they literally do whatever he wants but for exchange of letting them call their parents and tell them they're okay I know this may sound weird but do you mind bearing with me

Guess I'm yours now.

Here I am, back with another Cro fanfiction. Honestly, I didn't even think I'd get requests, let alone someone liking my stories. Thanks for the request, Anon, here it is. My deepest apologies if it took too long, I just don’t check Tumblr that much and I didn’t know I had requests. Really sorry.

As always, !!GN READER!!

Dark.

It was extremely dark.

The air was also suffocating. Probably because there's a bag over your head, but you disregarded that.

What the fuck happened? You were just walking home from buying random stuff that you probably don't need at the store and the next thing you know, everything went black.

"What the fuck?" You muttered.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice from a random corner of the room boomed.

"Um, where am I?" You asked.

"In my basement." The voice got closer, assuming that the person approached you.

"I figured." You sighed. You didn't know what you did, but you guess that it's something about buying random shit at the store that you don't need.

"Hm, you don't seem scared at all." The voice spoke, this time much closer.

You don't respond.

“Are you not scared of me? Not afraid of what might happen to you?” It asked again.

“Not really.” You shook your head.

The person hummed.

“Why are you not scared?” The voice asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“Hey, uh, I hope you don’t mind but can you take off the bag on my head? It’s getting really hard to breathe.” You awkwardly asked.

You heard footsteps approaching, before stopping in front of you. Suddenly, the bag was pulled off your head.

Your eyes took its time adjusting to the blinding light. Just then, you got a glimpse of your kidnapper’s face.

White hair and red eyes. He looks cool. Like a cosplayer.

“Your eyes look cool.” You quickly shut your mouth.

“Uh-, sorry. That just slipped out. I’m really sorry.” You quickly apologized.

The person chuckled.

"Why, thank you. I'd say you have pretty good looking eyes too." He smiled.

You remained quiet due to embarrassment.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, you spoke.

"So uh... Why'd you kidnap me...? Oh, but if you don't want to tell me, I completely understand. I understand that some people do this for a certain reason, and I don't want to invade your privacy." You smiled awkwardly.

"Haha, don't worry. I don't mind telling you." The person smiled.

Suddenly, he leaned down, inching down on your face.

"I kidnapped you because you seem appealing to me." He leaned away with a smile.

"I saw you outside the store. You were looking at the posters at the window." He recalled.

"Your eyes shined just by looking at the poster for a new product they're selling, like a kid who saw a new toy." He smiled.

"I followed you inside the store. I saw how delicate and gentle you were with handling the things in your basket." He looked at you.

"You'd put things inside your basket even if you knew you'd have no use for them, telling yourself you have the money anyway and will probably have a use for them someday." He chuckled.

'Ah... Now this is really embarrassing...' Your cheeks grew red.

"And I knew right away that I have to take you and have you all to myself. I mean, people nowadays take advantage of people like you, and I knew I had to keep you safe." He smiled softly.

"Thank you for thinking so kindly of me." Your cheeks dusted with pink.

"Even if we're in this type of situation, I know you're a kind person." You smiled.

"Hm? How are you so sure?" He asked, face now serious.

"A-Ah... Well, um... You talk to me normally, and you're kind enough to take the bag off my head when I asked you to." You nervously say.

"I kidnapped you. I took you with me to a place you probably don't know. For all you know, I could be plotting to hurt you after gaining your trust. How are you so sure that I'm a kind person?" He asked again.

You shifted uncomfortably, refusing to answer anymore in fear that he might actually hurt you.

"Haha, just kidding." He chuckled and smiled.

"I told you that you looked appealing to me. How could I hurt you?" He sat down at the ground with you and cups your face into his gloved hand.

"Say, how about you stay with me here from now on? I'll be yours and you'll be mine. How about it?" He asked.

"I... have a request." You spoke quietly.

"Go on, I'm listening." He retracts his hands back.

"Even if you're keeping me with you... Can I still contact my parents and family? I want to be able to update them and talk to them." You asked.

"How sweet. Of course. Just as long as you stay." He nods.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"Now that we've come to an agreement..." He inched closer.

He cupped your face into his hands again, face closing in.

"May I?" He asked, looking directly in your eyes.

You nod slowly.

He smiled.

And with a kiss, your fate has been sealed.

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No More Lies

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Angst, fight/argument, sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I rush down the hallway towards the set where Wooyoung's photoshoot is being held

My best friend, the idol

Lately he's been asking me to come to more and more shoots and I always say yes

He's kept me kinda away from his members so I don't really know any of them too well

I met them the first time about three months ago when I went to a photo shoot

I don't know why he didn't want me to meet them before

He's been in ATEEZ for three years already but he always hung out with me alone

But I'm not making a big deal out of it

I'm just happy he's asking me to come to more things for ATEEZ now

Stepping onto the set, I find him sitting in the middle of the room on a couch with his members

I start heading towards them

"Yeah right", Wooyoung snorts, "I would never fuck Joanne"

I stop a few feet away from him

What did he say?

"Really? You never thought to have sex with your best friend who's a girl?", One of them, I think it's Yeosang, asks

"Eew no. Have you seen her?", Wooyoung answers like he's grossed out

My heart falls to my feet and I quickly hide behind the rack of clothes nearby

"I mean she's nerdy yeah but she's pretty", San says

"Maybe to you. Not me. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole"

I can't believe he's saying this

It's the opposite of everything he ever said when we're together

"She does seem kind of a dork", Seonghwa adds

"She is totally a dork. All she does is study and she doesn't know how to have any fun"

That's so not true!

Yeah I study a lot but that's because I'm going to be an exotic vet

I need to study

I have hard bio and medical classes

And I do know how to have fun

Him and I have fun all the time

Although now I think he's just been lying to me

"Wooyoung this is your best friend you're talking about!", Hongjoong scolds

He shrugs, "She's my best friend from childhood and honesty I feel sorry for her. It's why I haven't invited her to things up until the past few months"

That's the reason why he's kept me away from his idol world

He's ashamed of me

I feel like I can't breathe

Not only is every he said when we sleep together a lie but it seems like our whole friendship is a lie

"Then you wouldn't care if Jongho asks her out?", Yunho asks

"What?", he says, while I think it

"Jongho likes her. He thinks she's really pretty and nice. He would never ask you if you're ok with him dating her but since you're saying all this, I'm asking for him"

I don't want Jongho

Yes he's very sweet and shy and cute but Wooyoung is who I want

Who I stupidly fell in love with

"She wouldn't know what to do with a guy if she ever did get one", he snaps

I thought I did but I guess all the times he told me I felt good, what I was doing was amazing was a lie

I guess I was just easy sex for him

And it's devastating

"So no I'd never sleep with her. She's kinda pathetic", Wooyoung continues, "And I don't suggest Jongho try either. She has no experience and he'll regret it"

I bite my lip to keep from crying

I guess he regrets it too if he's saying that

"And anyway, I got my eye on Ara. She's hot and I wouldn't mind fucking her."

"God is sex all you think about?", Hongjoong snaps

"No. I think I may ask Ara on a date. See where it goes "

He likes Ara?

One of the hairstylists?

I haven't seen him give any interest in her

He never talks about her to me

But then again I don't really know him anymore

Especially not after this

I need to leave

I can't listen to anymore

I practically run from behind the rack back into the hallway

Going as quickly as I can, I head for the exit, shoving the door open when I get there

I beeline for my car and as soon as I'm in it, the tears burst from my eyes

I can't believe that's how he really thinks of me

He never wanted me

I didn't expect him to have feelings for me but I hoped

I was an idiot

I take out my phone, my hands shaking as I type a text to him

"Hey Woo. I can't make it today. A project was suddenly sprung on us in class and I have to meet with my partner, Han, to talk about how we're going to handle the assignment. Sorry"

After sending the text, I throw my car in drive and head home

I have to keep wiping my eyes because the tears don't stop

I wish I wasn't crying, I wish what he said didn't bother me

Didn't hurt

No such luck

My phone goes off when I open the door to my apartment

"Oh that sucks. I miss you and wanted to hang out after the shoot. Next time then"

I just send back an, "Ok", then head to my room, laying on my bed

Putting my head in my pillow, I let the tears fall, crying my heart out

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I stare at my phone

It's been a week since I ran from Wooyoung

A week since I've been pulling away from him

But today he sent me a text asking me to come to another photo shoot tomorrow

I'm not going

I can't be around him right now

Maybe ever

I have to stay away

He doesn't want me

He feels sorry for me and that's why he's continuing this friendship

And he wants Ara

I decided to distance myself more and more

This way he won't be burdened with me and he can go after the girl he really wants

I can let him be happy without any interference from me

I just have to figure out how without causing suspicion

I came up with an idea that's dumb but may still work

"I can't Woo. I actually have a date. With my boyfriend", I text back, hoping he buys it

"Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?", he immediately texts back

I already have an answer prepared

"Last week. It's my partner for that projected I had last week. Han. He asked me out that day and I said yes"

"Wow. That's great Jo"

Yeah of course he'd be happy that I have someone else

Now he can ask out Ara without worrying about me

God this fucking hurts

Tears spring to my eyes as I type, "Thanks Woo. He's a really nice guy and I hope it works out"

"It will. Have fun tomorrow 😉"

I send a thumbs up, then toss my phone on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest

He didn't even care

Not one word out what would happen with us

No regret that we can't be together anymore

But then again, what did I expect after I heard what he really thinks about me?

He's probably happy to pass me off to some other guy so he doesn't have to deal with me anymore

It hurts

I didn't only lose the guy I love, I lost my best friend

Who I guess, in reality wasn't my best friend anyway

Or I wasn't his

Laying down in bed, I just stare at the wall, tears falling down my face

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Four months later

Wooyoung POV

"Wanna hang out after work?", I text her, hoping she says yes

I haven't seen her in months

Not since she said she got together with Han

I miss her

And yeah, I get we can't sleep together anymore but that doesn't mean I want all contact to stop

We can still hang out like we used to before sex became involved

And I'm also suspicious that she's lying to me

She uses the Han excuse every time I ask her to hang out

And I ask her often because I miss her

A few times I've seen her out and alone when she's supposedly with Han

Walking into a cafe, alone

Crossing the street to her apartment, alone when she was supposed to be at his place

At her job when she told me she was going to be with him all night

She works in a Starbucks so it's not like I was stalking her

But depending on her answer, I will or will not be

"I can't. I'm going to Han's. Spending the night there", she answers

I call bullshit

"Oh alright", I answer, "Maybe next time"

"Yeah. Next time", she replies

"Yeah for sure. Next time", I text

She sends a smiley face to end the conversation

I get up from my bed and walk out of the dorm to Yunho's car

I already asked him to borrow it so it's fine

Getting in it, I drive to her job

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I'm seething

As I suspected, she's not with Han

If Han is even real

I followed her from her job at Starbucks

She walked home, the Starbucks a few blocks away and I followed in the car

I parked across the street from the apartment door so I can see if she leaves

An hour after she got home, a food delivery comes to the door and it was for her

She came down, in her PJs and got the food

After another hour, I saw her leave again, with a big dog on a leash I've never seen before

A pitbull

When did she get a dog?

She took the dog around the corner of her apartment building and she came back twenty minutes later

She and the dog went inside and she hasn't come out in over a half an hour

It's nine now and she's definitely not going out

With anyone

Opening the door to the car, I get out, slam the door closed and lock it

Then I stalk to the door to the building, pulling the door open

I'm so fucking mad

I take the elevator to the third floor, get to her door and pound on it

She needs to explain to me why she lied

I'm not leaving until she does

She opens the door, shocked to see me

"Wooyoung?"

"You lied to me", I say evenly, walking in her apartment, her huge dog barking at me

Gotta admit, the pitbull is scary

"Nnnn...no I didn't", she answers, closing the door

"Shush Noodle", she scolds and yeah ok, that's a cute dog name

Maybe not for that dog though

But not why I'm here

"Bed", she says and Noodle turns, going straight to his bed in the living room, whining

She turns back to me and I confront her

"Yes you did Joanne. You said you were gonna be with Han all night and instead you're here. Alone"

"We uh....we broke up"

I raise my eyebrow

She has to know how fake that sounds

"No you didn't. I doubt you were ever together with him"

She narrows her eyes, "What the fuck Wooyoung? You don't know anything!"

"I know you've lied to me before. I've seen you when you were "with Han", I say, using finger quotation marks, "You weren't with him then and you weren't today"

"How the fuck do you know?"

"Because I followed you!", I exclaim, trying not to get angry

But it's hard

She's blowing me off and I don't know why

I didn't do anything

"I followed you. From when you were still working. I saw you leave, I saw you come in here by yourself, I saw you go downstairs to pay for the delivery. I saw you walk your dog that I didn't know you had. You were never going to see Han today"

"Wow way to be fucking creepy Wooyoung", she snaps

I'm not letting her change the subject

I know it was creepy but there wasn't any way I could find out

She just would of lied to my face

"Why are you ignoring me? Every time I ask you to hang out or to come to a photo shoot, hell anything, you blow me off. Why?"

"I was with-"

"Don't lie to me!", I snap, my anger finally breaking through

How can she lie to my face after everything I just told her?

"Tell me the truth Joanne! Don't lie! I never lied to you!"

Fury fills her eyes, "Yes you did! You lied to me for months!"

I stare at her in confusion

What the hell is she talking about?

I never lied to her

"No I haven't. Stop trying to change the subject"

"You lied to me", she snarls, "Telling me things when we...we slept together that you didn't mean"

I literally have no idea what she's talking about

Everything I ever said I meant

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't lie about anything"

"I heard you!", she yells, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes

She's gonna cry?

Why?

What is happening?

"You heard me?", I ask, trying to get to the bottom of this

"Yes Wooyoung. I heard you. What you said to your members about me"

What I said?

I didn't say anything

I don't talk about her to them

She's just mine, I don't want to share her with them

"Joanne, you're going to have to tell me what you're talking about because I honestly don't know"

"I heard what you told them! That I was ugly. That you wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. You laughed and agreed with one of them who said I was such a dork and a nerd. You said "yeah all she does is study, she doesn't know how to have fun"

The memory of that day slams into my head

Oh fuck

She heard me

That's why she texted me and said she couldn't come to the photo shoot

She was there

Then she left?

Fuck

"Remember now? You said you'd never have sex with me, that I was just your nerd best friend from childhood that you felt sorry for. You said I wouldn't know what to do with a guy if I ever got one"

I did say that

But it was to get them off my back

It was the fourth photo shoot in a row she was coming to and they were harassing me about having a crush on her

I didn't want anyone to know I was with her or know about my feelings for her

She was the one thing that was just mine, the one thing not tainted by the media, not tainted by the idol lifestyle and I wanted to keep her for myself

If I told them about her, then they'd want to hang out with her and it wouldn't just be me and her anymore

"You said I'm pathetic and that Jongho would regret being with me. Apparently I suck at sex"

That's not true

I said that so Jongho wouldn't go near her

She's mine

I didn't want him taking her away from me

"I heard you talk about Ara. How you liked her and wanted to ask her out. Wanted to fuck her"

Of course I don't want Ara

I want her but I'm terrified to tell her that

I never had these deep feelings for any girl I went out with

I never fell in love before

And I did with my best friend

I didn't know how to handle that and I still don't

But all this time, I missed her so much, wishing she was with me

Just laying next to me, in my arms

I haven't really been happy since she disappeared

"You lied every time we were together. The things you said.....how good it was, how I was the best you ever been with, how pretty I am, it's all lies", she shouts, tears rolling down her face, "And still, I left for you! So you didn't have to worry about being friends with a pathetic loser. So you could be with Ara and be happy!"

I shake my head

Ara would never make me happy

Ara isn't her

"And still you fucking text me asking me to hang out when I know you don't want to. That you're only doing it because you feel bad for me", she snaps, "And you have the fucking nerve to come here and tell me I lied to you?"

I don't say anything because I'm shocked and still taking everything she said in

"Get out", she snarls

"No", I shake my head

I can't leave

Not now

I have to explain everything to her

I hurt her and I didnt mean to

I have to fix this

"Leave Wooyoung"

"No Jo. Please listen to me"

"Why should I? You're just going to lie to my face"

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to tell you the truth", I tell her, "I lied to them. To the guys. They were making fun of me, about having a crush on you since that was the fourth photo shoot you were coming to in a row. I wanted them to stop so I said all those things to get them off my back"

She snorts through her tears, "Yeah ok. Sure"

I shake my head, "It's true. Of course I don't think your pathetic or your a nerd or a loser or you don't know how to have fun. I know you know what to do with a guy because you've done it with me. I said that Jongho would regret being with you because I didn't want him to go after you"

"Why not? You didn't want me. You wanted Ara"

"No I don't!", I exclaim, "I don't want Ara! I want you"

She stares at me for a few seconds in silence

Then, "You must think I was born fucking yesterday or something to believe that"

"I'm telling the truth! I only said those things to them because you're only mine! You're not theirs, not the media's, not ATINYS'. You're mine and if I told them about you then you wouldn't be mine anymore. They'd want to hang out with you, the media could get pictures of you, ATINY would find out about you and that would take you from me. I want you to only be mine"

"What are you talking about? Nothing you're saying makes sense. Why would you care about people finding out about me if you don't care about me?"

"I do care about you Joanne", I say frustratedly

"No you don't"

"I fucking love you", I shout, shock all over her face, "I'm in love with you ok? And I didn't know how to handle it. And at the time the guys were teasing me and the only way I could think of to get them off my back was to say that shit to them"

She just shakes her head and I'm desperate for her to believe me

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted that.", I apologize, "I want you. I love you so much. I miss you so much it's driving me crazy. I'm only happy when I'm with you"

"I don't believe you", she says

"Then believe what you feel", I tell her

Taking her hand, I pull her to me, kissing her, pouring all my love into that kiss

She lets my tongue in her mouth, and I touch mine to hers, chills running down my spine

I drown in her kiss and I don't want to be saved

I kiss her for a few minutes, then we both pull away

I down at her, in her brown eyes, anxiously waiting for her to say something

Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me back for another kiss

I willingly go, gluing my lips to hers, my tongue to hers

Her arms move around my neck, my move around her waist, pulling her against me

The kiss turns heated, both of us moaning softly

Bending down, I pick her up, her legs going around me as I walk to her bedroom

Once inside, I kick the door closed, getting her on her bed

She pulls me on top of her, her hands going under my shirt, fingers running along my back, heating every nerve

We quickly discard each other's clothes until we're both naked

I move in-between her legs, laying on top of her, kissing her again

I never want to stop kissing her

She moves her hips against me, rubbing against my hard on, getting me wet

Fuck, I just want to be with her

Moving my length to her, I push my head in first, then slowly sink into her, inch by inch

I moan in her mouth, feeling her tight pussy open just wide enough for me, hugging me tightly

"Wooyoung", she moans, her body arching into mine when I bury all in

"Oh fuck princess", I groan, feeling her throb hard on me already, drenching me in her creamy juice, "God you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much"

"I missed you Woo", she says softly

Pulling out, I thrust back in, over and over until I get a good pace going

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck princess, you're so good for me. The best for me", I tell her, pressing kisses into her neck

"Woo", she moans and fuck me, I Iove hearing her say my name

"I meant everything I ever said to you baby", I assure her, "Every single word. You are the best, perfect. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't take it. I can't stop staring at you. I swear everything I said was true. You're my perfect everything. I love you"

She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my back as I bury inside her perfect cunt again and again

I go a little harder, going deeper, my head hitting her spot

"Wooyoung!", she cries, pleasure all over her face

"Fuck yes, say my name baby. Fuck I missed hearing my name in you're beautiful voice"

She clenches on my cock hard and after a few more hits to her spot, she screams my name, coming all over my cock

Intense pleasure hits me so hard as I gasp, feeling her orgasm

So fucking good

I missed this so much

"Again", I whisper, fucking her through it and continuing to pound into her

"God, baby", she moans, her hand sliding in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Don't run from me again baby", I whimper, kissing along her collarbone, "Please baby. I...fuck...I was so fucking devastated when you told me you had a boyfriend. It was torture not seeing you, not hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Please princess, don't disappear again. I want you so bad. I love you"

"I...", she whispers in my ear, "I love you Wooyoung"

My heart explodes in pure joy, smiling against her soft skin

"I want you Woo. I want to be with you"

"You are baby", I assure her, "You're mine"

She nods, holding me tightly against her, "Please Woo, don't hurt me again"

"Never baby", I promise her, "I never will again. I swear. Never"

She nods, "Kiss me"

Lifting my head, I crashed my lips into hers, kissing her deeply

I move my arms on either side of her head, hovering over her, burying inside her at a fast pace, hitting her spot every time

I know everything she likes and I'm going to do it all for her

Make her cum over and over

Make everything up to her

Today and everyday after that

Moving one hand to her breast, I squeeze, moaning in her mouth as I feel how soft it is

How hard her nipple is against my hand

Pinching her nipple, I play with it, roll it around as I fuck her into the bed, feeling her soak me

She's so close, holding my cock in a vice grip

"Cum on my cock baby", I urge her

"Fuck Wooyoung!", she shouts, her body shaking under me, her cunt going crazy on my cock as my brain shuts off from the bliss

Good God, her orgasms never cease to give me so much pleasure

When she finishes, I pull out, laying down and burying my tongue in her pussy, tasting her sweet cum

"Fuck", we both moan, her from the pleasure my tongue is giving her, me from the pleasure of tasting her

"God I missed your cream baby. So fucking good", I praise her, licking around her slit, then moving up between her swollen lips

Taking one of her lips in my mouth, I suck on her, listening to her moans

When I let go, I slide my tongue on her engorged throbbing clit, her screaming getting louder

"Wooyoung! Fuck! Right there!"

Swirling my tongue around her bump in circles, I feel her drench my face and chin

Changing it up, I lick her clit, slowly, teasingly, making sure she feels my entire tongue

"Oh Woo", she whimpers, her hand snaking into my hair

I go at it, flicking her clit with my tongue, drawing circles on her, anything to give her pleasure

I know what she wants and I'm teasing her before I give it to her

My tongue travels slowly down her cunt, circling her hole right before plunging my tongue in

"Oh god!"

Her cunt immediately clenches on tongue, pulsing around it as if it was my cock

Licking up, I slide back in as far as I can

I fuck my tongue into her cunt, relishing in the taste of her, in the spasms around my tongue

God she's so fucking good

I don't stop, burying my tongue in her over and over

"Wooyoung!", she cries, clenching my tongue and covering it in her delicious sweet cream

Moaning loudly, I swallow all her cum, letting her ride her orgasm on my tongue while she cums in my mouth

When she finishes, I clean up her hole then immediately wrap my lips around her clit, sucking like my life depends on it

She screams, pulling my hair hard, making me moan

I live for her pulling my hair

It turns me on so fucking much

It should hurt but it doesn't, it just gets me going

I slide two fingers inside her, pulling them in and out of her wet warm pulsing cunt, making sure my fingers press right into her spot

"Woo baby, yes, fuck yes", she cries, "Right there baby"

"Fuck baby, I fucking love eating this pussy", I moan, licking and sucking her clit while I massage her spot, "Best pussy I ever tasted"

"Don't stop Woo. I'm gonna cum", she cries, "Wooyoung I'm gonna cum"

Her cunt tightens on my fingers as she screams my name, coming hard, her body arching so prettily

Pulling my fingers out, I lick around her slit, swallowing over and over

When I finish that, I suck her off my fingers, reveling in her taste

Taking her hands, I pull her up, while I lie down

"Ride me princess"

"You don't want me to suck your dick?", she ask innocently, biting her lip

Fuck me, I do want that, but I want to be inside her more

"I do but right now I want to watch you bouncing on my cock", I tell her, "My cock hurts so much princess and I need to be inside you"

"Mmm yeah?", she teases, slowly climbing on me

She moves my cock, laying it on my stomach, sitting on me

"My baby boy wants to be inside me?", she asks, sliding her wet cunt along my shaft, her hands on my shoulders

"Oh fuck", I moan

"Feels good?", she asks, moving faster along my length, leaving the underside of my cock a creamy wet fucking mess

I nod my head quickly, my fingers pressing into her hips

She moves one hand in my hair, pushing the sweaty strands off my face, "My Woo likes getting his cock massaged?"

"Yes", I whine

"With my pussy?"

"Fuck yes. Oh god fucking hell, yes I love it"

I can't take the pleasure, it's so good and I'm ready to fucking blow

"Please baby", I struggle to say, watching her swollen lips move along my dick, "I....I wanna cum inside. Please let me"

"Whatever my baby wants", she says, kissing me so softly

When she slides up to my head, she wiggles around, getting it inside her

Then she slips down my cock, her ass slapping against my thighs

"Good damn", she cries, "How does your cock always feel so good Woo?"

Literally I have no idea but I definitely can say the same for her

Her cunt wrapped tightly around me is fucking heaven

"Always fills me perfectly", she moans, her eyes closed, leaning on my abs as she circles her hips, rubbing her spot on my head, her perfect pussy throbbing hard around me, "Fuck seriously, no other cock has ever filled me perfectly"

"Princess is you think any other pussy wraps around me so perfectly, takes me so perfectly then your insane", I answer, "You fell the fucking best and I live for having my cock inside you"

She bounces once, smirking, "Is that all? You just like your cock inside me?"

"No baby", I groan, feeling her bounce again, taking my whole cock inside her, "I love you. Everything about you. I love spending time with you baby. Without sex. I want to do that more. After tonight"

She smiles genuinely, nodding, "Yeah Woo. I want that too"

"Good baby", I smile

She nods, leaning over, kissing me again and I return the kiss eagerly

"Lets get you coming inside me", she whispers in my ear when the kiss ends, "Fill me up so I'm full of your hot cum"

"Yes baby, please", I whine

Sitting up, she moves fast and hard on me, taking my cock deep inside her with each slam

"Oh fuck princess", I yell, stars exploding in my vision from the pure pleasure

She rides me so fucking hard, her body full of sweat, her face in so much pleasure

My beautiful princess

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung!", she cries, her cunt spasming rapidly

"Cum baby. You pussy wants to", I moan, helping her move up and down my length, "Cum and I'll fill you up princess"

"Yes Woo", she moans, falling apart on my cock

The ecstasy takes over and I scream her name as I cum the hardest I ever had in my life

"Stay on my cock! Stay on my cock princess", I yell, stopping her from bouncing and holding her down on me, "Please stay and cum on my cock"

She leans back, her nails digging into my thighs, both of us screaming each other's names as we both orgasm

Oh fuck, her cunt sucking on my cock is the best fucking thing ever, prolonging the pleasure

I don't want it to end

Of course it does and when it's over, I pull her right on top of me, cuddling her and kissing her all over her face

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me tightly

Rolling us over, I lean my head on one hand, looking down at her

She smiles at me and I softly touch her cheek, feeling all the love I have for her

"My baby. I love you so much"

"I love you Woo. More than anything"

And she'll never know how grateful I am that she still loves me

I'll show her every single day how much I love her

"Promise you won't disappear from me again? I don't think I could take it again", I whisper, "I missed you so fucking much you don't even know Jo"

"I do know Woo", she says, touching my cheek too, "I missed you the same. It was so hard not to see you. It hurt so much to think that you were....with Ara. I thought you....we're happy with her"

I shake my head, "I told you princess, I can't be happy with anyone who's not you. You make me happy. So fucking happy"

"You make me so happy Woo. You always did"

"I'm glad baby. I want to make you happy. I promise I'll make you happy"

She nods, "I know Woo. And I promise I'll make you happy"

"I know baby", I tell her, kissing her soft lips again

After, she cuddles into me as close as she can and I love every fucking second

"Tired baby?", I ask, hugging her tightly

She nods, "You wore me out Woo"

I laugh, "Yeah you did as well to me too princess"

"So sleep now?", she asks

"Sleep", I confirm and both of us settle in for the night

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"Noodle, this is Wooyoung", she says to the pitbull the next morning

I stand there and I have to admit, I'm scared

The dog is freaking huge for a four month old and the fucking jaws on this thing are massive

When we woke up, I got up to go to the bathroom but when I opened the door, the dog was sitting right there

I shrieked like a girl while she died laughing on the bed

She commanded the dog to stay in the living room and I ran to the bathroom the ran back to her room

Now we're in the living room and she's telling me that this massive dog is very friendly and playful unless she gives an attack command

Apparently she's still training him

Oh it's a boy

"Woo, this is Noodle"

I wave stupidly at the dog, who just sits there, eyeing me

"How uh did you pick that name?"

She shrugs, "I wanted something silly for a big dog. To take some fear away"

Well it's not working

I'm still scared

"Wanna pet him?"

"I...uh.....I...."

"C'mon baby. You're my boyfriend now and you're gonna have to see Noodle more often now"

She's right but shit I don't want the dog to bite my hand off

She kneels on the floor calling Noodle to her

Noodle immediately runs to her, jumping on her, licking her face while she laughs and pets him

"Good boy", she smiles, "Such a good boy"

"I thought I was your good boy", I say, then realize what I said, my face on fire

She just smirks up at me, reaching up and taking my hand, "You are baby. I want my good boy to meet my other good doggy boy"

Then she pulls on my hand, dragging me down next to her

"Stay", she says to Noodle

To me she says, "Sit with your legs crossed"

I do, my hand shaking a little in hers

"Don't be scared", she tells me soothingly, "Noodle won't hurt you baby. I promise. Just let him smell you ok? If he jumps on you don't get scared. He's still a puppy and that's how he plays"

This dog is still a puppy?

"Ok Woo?"

I nod and she gives me a kiss to my cheek

"Noodle come"

Noodle comes closer to me and when he gets right in front of me she says, "Sit" and he does

She holds out our hands to Noodle, my hand on top

Noodle comes closer, his wet nose on my hand, sniffing

Noodle then continues sniffing up my arm

When she moves away Noodle walks around me, sniffing, his nose in my hair and I try so hard to stay still

I hear her soothing voice talking to me to keep me calm

Noodle gets back in front of me, his nose against my cheek

Suddenly I feel my cheek get so wet

He licked me

Noodle comes in my lap, continuing to lick me, knocking me down

She's giggling while Noodle continues to give me kisses all over my face

This can't be good for my skin

"Noodle, off baby", she says and he immediately moves off me

"Oh baby", she laughs, helping me sit up, "He likes you"

"Great", I say, wiping my face

At least he won't attack me

"Pet him", she says, "Just hold out your hand and he'll come to you"

"I don't think I need more kisses"

"He won't baby. I'll stop him if he does"

Well ok

Holding my hand out, Noodle comes closer, putting his head under my hand, nuzzling into my hand

I just smile and run my hand over his head, his tongue hanging out as he pants

Yeah ok he's really cute when I'm not terrified of him

After awhile, I tell her I need to wash my face and she goes with Noodle to the kitchen to feed him

After I wash my face, I head to the kitchen, and I hear her talking

"He loves dogs Noodle. I know when he gets more comfortable he's gonna play with you all the time. I think he's just used to small dogs and you're a big boy. But he'll love you like I love you"

I just smile to myself at her ultimate adorableness while she talks to her dog

Walking in, she looks up at me from her place next to Noodle, who's eating

Getting to her, I hold my hands out

She puts hers in mine and I pull her up

"I already love Noodle baby. I'm not scared anymore. He's adorable"

"Really?"

I nod, "Really baby"

Moving into my arms, she hugs me tightly and I hug her back just as hard

"Princess, I have a performance tonight-"

"And you have to go", she finishes, "Practice and getting ready right?"

I nod

"Ok Woo. I'll let you out-"

"Actually, I want you to come with me"

She looks up me, her eyebrow raised, "You do?"

I nod, "I do. I want you with me from now on as much as you can be"

"But what about the media, ATINY and the guys?"

"Well I figure you can get to know the guys as they're kinda a bigger deal in my life. And I'll do everything to protect you from the media right now. And the media and ATINY don't have to know about us just yet. Is it ok if it's just me and you for awhile?"

She moves her arms around my neck, smiling, "I'd like for it to just be me and you baby. For as long as we can"

I'm relieved to hear her say that

I don't want to share her with everyone right now

Not yet

The guys I have to, but not with anyone else

"Yeah baby. I want that too", I agree

She leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss and I'm happy

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"C'mon princess, don't be shy", I say, pulling her behind me, "You've met the guys before"

"Yeah but now I know some of them think I'm loser and a dork"

Right, I forgot about that

"Don't worry baby, I'll tell them off for that later"

"Don't Woo. Just forget it"

I stood walking and turn to face her, "No baby. I'm going to tell them why I said that shit. And once they get to know you, they'll see what they thought was complete untrue. I promise"

She blushes, "Ok baby. If you say so"

"I do", I smile at her, "So c'mon"

Putting my arm around her waist, I lead her into the dressing room

"It's about ti-", Hongjoong says, his voice trailing off, "Hey Jo. I didn't know you were coming. Haven't seen you in awhile"

"Hi Hongjoong", she answers nervously

"It's ok baby. Don't be nervous", I tell her, kissing her temple

"Did you just kiss her?", Seonghwa gapes

"Yeah", I answer, leading her to a couch

We sit down and I keep my arm around her, holding her hand with my free one

"So....what's going on?", San asks

"Oh, she's my girlfriend now", I answer nonchalantly

"Uh what?", Yunho squeaks

"Didn't you say-", Yeosang starts but I cut him off

"I lied. Everything I said was a lie. You were all on my back about her and I lied to get you off of it", I tell them, "The truth is I love her. I loved her then when I said all that stupid shit and I still love her. The only difference is that now we're together"

"And she loves you?", Mingi asks

"Yes", she answers, "Very much. I uh loved him for long time"

I smile, kissing her cheek, making her blush

I love making her blush, it's adorable

I notice that Jongho isn't saying anything

I know I have to talk to him about this

I didn't know he liked her before and he didn't know I loved her

I feel like I should explain to him and hope he understands

The guys all continue with the conversations they had before while her and I just sit together in comfortable silence, waiting for me to be called for makeup

"I love you", she whispers

"I love you", I whisper, holding her tightly and loving the cuddles she giving me

And I get so excited knowing that her cuddles are something I will always be able to have

Her cuddles and her love

Her

My perfect princess

[chaoslynx]

Hi! If you’re accepting requests could you write something about ash comforting eiji? I’m a huge sucker for that and you’re a great author :) congrats on publishing your book btw!

This doesn't match the prompt super well? Maybe check out this recent fic of mine if you haven't yet, since that works a bit better for this request. But here's another one!

Sometimes Ash wishes he'd lived a ... different life.

A more normal life. A happier life, maybe. The kind of life where he learned to smile before he learned to cry, or where he learned to sleep before learning to dream of nightmares he'd already faced during the day.

He's wished that way for a long time—with no point to it, of course—but he's really wishing on that same star right now.

Because maybe if he had lived the type of life where someone else had comforted him, he would know what to do right now. He'd know how to comfort Eiji.

He loves Eiji ... he loves Eiji.

And Eiji loves him, for some reason, and he doesn't fucking know what to do about it. How do you love someone who loves you, instead of loving your body?

Anyway.

Eiji's crying, and Ash hasn't even asked why. He is absolute shit at this. He wants to be the type of person Eiji deserves, and he's sure as fuck going to keep working at it until he is that person.

The person Eiji seems to already think he is.

"W-what's wrong?" Ash asks, trying to sound gentle. He's not used to this whole—everything.

If love isn't supposed to hurt, then why is Ash still so afraid of it?

"Just thinking about the past, I guess," Eiji says, sniffling.

Ash hums. "A dangerous pastime," he tries to joke. It falls more than a little flat, and Ash winces. "What brought these thoughts on?" he tries again.

"It's stupid," Eiji mumbles, shaking his head. "It's stupid."

"Can't be that stupid, if you're crying over it." God, Ash is so shitty at this. He's just invalidating Eiji now, isn't he? Contradicting him. Is that validating or invalidating? Fucking hell. What would Ash's therapist do? What would Eiji do?

... They'd both start by being a better person, but Ash has got to make do with what he's got.

Eiji whines a little. "You got a letter in the mail," he starts, "and—it—it's stupid, but—the outside of the envelope said Dear Ash, and it was just some stupid spam or something, but I c-couldn't stop thinking about—"

"... About me?" Ash says, eyes widening. Eiji is crying over him?

Ash isn't worth crying over ...

But of course it was his fault, and—

No! Fucking—no.

We're not playing this game right now, Ash tells himself. You can go tell yourself what a shitty person you are when Eiji's tears aren't on the line. For now ... for now, all that matters is Eiji.

"I'm sorry," Ash starts.

"Why?" Eiji says, frowning. Still crying.

"You've been crying over me."

Eiji shakes his head, hiccupping a little. "It's not your fault, Ash."

It is, though. Not in a self deprecating way, but like—Eiji is literally crying over him. Ash made Eiji cry.

Fuck, why is this so hard? Is Ash so selfish that he's prioritizing his own self-hatred over Eiji's emotional state? God fucking damn it!

"I just—I still worry about losing you," Eiji mumbles.

Ash blinks. "You ... what?"

"I'm afraid to lose you," Eiji whispers. "I'm so afraid of waking up one day and realizing that this story doesn't end with us together."

And Ash is suddenly fighting back tears of his own. Fuck. Fuck.

"I ..." Ash starts, trailing off. How the fuck do you respond to that?

"I'm so afraid you'll die before me," Eiji whispers, a tinge of horror in his voice. "Is that stupid? We're not in any danger any more, but I'm still so worried you'll die first."

Ash's breath in his lungs is the same temperature as the snowflake filled air outside the New York Public Library on December 20th of last year.

Ash is terrified of Eiji dying before him.

Ash has survived a lot, but that would be the end of him. Maybe the next day would arrive, somehow, without Eiji, but Ash?

Ash wouldn't make it.

... He can't tell Eiji that.

He swallows down a few different thoughts that arise. Tries for a smile.

"I think the solution here is that we both need to live forever," he breathes, just the softest hint of laughter in his voice.

There are other solutions, of course—like Eiji just giving up on Ash—but this is the only one that won't make Eiji cry harder right now.

Eiji's still crying, but he smiles, just a little. Just softly.

It's more than Ash ever thought he would be able to accomplish without touching someone.

"Oh, is that the way we'll have to do it?" Eiji whispers, leaning in toward Ash. That smile. Ash would kill for that smile. Ash would die for that smile.

Ash could, maybe—maybe live for that smile.

"I think so," Ash says. "So let's get looking for the secret to eternal life, yeah? And we'll share it."

"I feel like we've had enough of a time with experimental drugs to last a lifetime. To last an eternal lifetime," Eiji teases.

He's starting to feel better, Ash realizes. He doesn't joke like this when he's really sad.

And then, softly, Ash notices: Eiji never used to admit when he was sad at all. He used to keep everything inside, like he was afraid to admit to even the slightest weakness, or—the slightest burden on anyone else.

And Ash knows that Eiji has always struggled with feeling like a drain on others, but it's never really occurred to him before how similarly Ash feels, and ... how far both of them have come.

They both let each other see when they cry, now. They both used to hide away to cry.

Ash ducks his head, smiling, then leans in toward Eiji. He gently bumps their noses together. "I don't think the secret to eternal life is in a drug," he whispers. Tries to make it sound like a joke.

"Yeah?" Eiji says, smiling. "What do you propose, then?"

... Kindness, Ash thinks, staring into Eiji's eyes. When people are as kind as you are, Eiji, they're never forgotten. You change every life you touch, and you'll live on in the lives of others forever. Forever.

Ash can only hope to have half of that effect.

He squishes his nose against Eiji's more. "I'm not sure," he whispers. "But I think the secret to—everything, honestly—I think it has something to do with you. And how I feel about you."

I've loved you since I first saw you fly, Eiji. And if you can learn to look back at me with these eyes I see now—if you can look at me like that, then maybe there's redemption in this world, and maybe we can all live forever. Just a little.

"I think it has something to do with how I feel about you, too," Eiji says.

He's not crying anymore.

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[dsudis]

[Redacted: Urbe Aurea #5] literally every time I think of it I have to go back and read that series (Geralt: the ballroom scene ♥️ so funny, so cutting) Julena ♥️ Can't wait for more Eskel/Emhyr

I'm only a little way into the second chapter of it, and it will be the longest of the series by a considerable margin, because, I mean. It is gonna require some plot machinations to get Eskel to let Emhyr be nice to him beyond impersonal hospitality.

Also, this is the story where Lambert finds out what Geralt has been up to, so. This is going great for everyone.

(And if anyone else wants to poke me about a WIP, my original post for this meme has the list!)

"Been in Nilfgaard," Geralt said. "Not the whole time, but I'll probably mostly be there for a while--until Ciri's coronation, anyway. That's where Eskel found me." 

Lambert gave a short jerk of a nod to Eskel, which Geralt interpreted as approval for his feat of tracking Geralt down. He wondered how much longer it would have taken for Lambert to use that portal Ciri had left to come through to Nilfgaard looking for him, and rubbed at his mouth, remembering the feel of Eskel's fist smacking into it. 

At least Lambert wouldn't have that objection to Geralt getting involved with the Emperor of Nilfgaard. On the other hand, Geralt probably couldn't use that method to reconcile Lambert to the idea; he and Lambert had messed around plenty of times over the years, but it had never had the kind of weight to it that things with Eskel had, long before Geralt knew to put a word to that. 

He wondered if that meant that Lambert hadn't ever had anything that felt like that, and then remembered the way Lambert had spoken about his Cat friend, Aiden, and forced himself not to think of any of that right now.  

"I, uh... Emhyr decided to..." Geralt glanced toward Eskel, who just looked amused, and Lambert, whose scowl was darkening. "To be... friendly, I guess. Wanted to, ah--" 

"You're fucking the Emperor of Nilfgaard?" Lambert demanded, but Geralt could hear the laugh lurking behind the incredulous outrage and couldn't help grinning.

Lambert could mock him about this to the end of time; that would be fine. That would mean Lambert sticking around, rather than cutting all ties with him after re-classifying him from second-to-last surviving brother to imperial quisling. 

Lambert went serious suddenly and looked to Eskel without saying anything, and for a moment Geralt couldn't read him at all. Then Eskel sighed, shaking his head a little, and stepped forward to hug Lambert tightly, murmuring something in his ear as he did.  

Geralt waited without even breathing, until Lambert huffed out a breath and leaned into it, closing his arms around Eskel and giving Geralt an ordinary sort of scowl over Eskel's shoulder. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "If you told him it was all right I guess it's all right. I mean it's fucked up beyond telling, but all right." 

Eskel gave Lambert's back a couple of firm pats and stepped back, throwing Geralt a look that said Geralt had better remember which one had just pulled the other out of trouble. Geralt would, of course, but, "So anyway, Eskel, tell Lambert why we're here!" 

Eskel glared harder; Geralt grinned. Eskel shut his eyes. "We have a contract on some wraiths at some elven ruins on property owned by--the Emperor." 

Lambert squinted at Eskel and shifted his attention to Geralt. "So Emperor Boyfriend..." 

"Emhyr noticed that Eskel was getting bored hanging around Nilfgaard, and he thought, what makes a witcher happy? And he offered us a job." 

Lambert squinted harder. "What... what? Eskel." 

"I am," Eskel grated out, "not fucking the Emperor of Nilfgaard." 

"Yet?" Lambert demanded, voice pitching up into outrage all over again.  

Eskel tilted his head. "I mean, the more time he spends trying to seduce another witcher for his collection, the less time he can devote to conquering the fucking world, right?" 

"Yeah, that's very fucking noble of you," Lambert snapped. "Geralt, does your fucking boyfriend know I exist?" 

"Yes," Geralt said promptly, because lying would be worse. "But he doesn't know where, and I didn't tell him to expect you to visit or anything. Although you could, if you want to see Ciri. I don't think he intends to keep expanding his collection indefinitely." 

"Yeah, you say that," Lambert muttered. "Like you'd even be able to tell. Ugh. Wraiths, you said?" 

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

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Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.