#dosie angst

[defmaybe]

I Love You, I’m Sorry

Purple Kiss’ Jang Eunseong/Dosie x Male Reader

1.3k words

Song: Gracie Abrams - I Love You, I’m Sorry

See also: Rockland

Some warning on a discussion of depression

A/N: Part of @mintwithchoco’s prompt exercise!!! It’s very exposition dump-y so apologies for that. Thanks for reading!

–

You were the best but you were the worst

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

I was a dick, it is what it is

A habit to kick, the age-old curse

–

The sun glares down onto the street you’re walking on. The buildings don’t help in shielding it in the afternoon. To add, they even reflect the light onto you even more. You want a place to cool down; you need a place to cool down.

You pace yourself through the bustling heart of the city, looking for just a cold whisper, but everywhere just seems to be so eager to burn you down to shreds. The gray skyscrapers stare down at you, adding melancholy to the street even more.

You stride and stride in the hellish heat, until…

It’s predictable: the modern interior, white and brown furniture, just so ready to be snapped and posted on Instagram. You hurry into the cafe, trying to catch the breeze of the hard-working air conditioner as much as possible. In the meantime, you look around for a seat for your iced tea, until you meet an eye in the patrons.

Maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s a coincidence, but you just can’t walk away now.

She’s in a light blue blouse and her ripped jeans, hands holding her iced latte. She seems to be working on something on her computer.

Back in college, you failed and failed to find that precious rhythm in engineering. You were far from being a failure, to say, but your social life was dry enough to have her, a medical student who lived miles away, as your closest friend after high school ended. And one day, it fell down. Your closeness induced the dormant codependency within, and she left. It’s the memory you’ve been striving to erase and the mistake you’ve been trying to correct ever since.

It would’ve been easy if you just gave her silence, but there has to be a few dramatic scenes, which include ‘I fucking hate you’ or ‘I can’t say that I love you’. This doesn’t even cover the flurries and flurries of messages yet, up until where she blocked you, and you blocked her.

It’s Jang Eunseong–or sometimes Dosie, the name that has been aching inside you ever since.

Slowly, she reaches forward to get her purse on the opposite chair. She nods while giving you a faint smile.

“Iced Latte, please,” you tell the barista.

Slowly, you walk towards her table, still trying to make sense of the image in front of you.

“Sweetness?” They respond.

Slowly, you sit down in the chair. Its legs creak as you drag it across the floor.

“Low, thanks.”

Slowly, Dosie starts the proper conversation as you sit down, face-to-face with her for the first time in almost a decade.

“So, how are you?”

A forced smile exudes. You think of an answer that’s enough to garner her attention, but not too desperate. “I’m fine.”

Her sudden departure left you so bereft to where medication is involved. Valdoxan, Lorazepam, Rivotril, Fluoxetine, Trazodone, you name it. You were lucky that you have lived to this exact day even.

Darkness loomed over you, thoughts looped, words lamented with trembles. And to say, it was all your fault for making such a promising relationship to the ugly crash by yourself. You inflicted yourself with this pain.

The waiter brings your coffee to you, the same as hers.

“Doing anything?” She wants more than a ‘fine’.

You give in. “I’m a photographer now, modelling stuff, you know.”

“You’ve always wanted to be one, aren’t you?”

“It’s more fun than being a programmer, definitely.”

A small chuckle escapes Dosie.

“How are you, though? No one told me about you all these years,” you brush your rinsing tears away with a question mark.

“I’m-” She pauses and nods, lips curling inward, eyes pointing away for a second. “Fine, really. I just got promoted at my hospital.”

It’s either a doctor or an engineer here—the path to stability. And if the contrast between the path isn’t stark enough. There’s a hatred between you two to separate them even further.

“So you’re becoming the hospital manager, aren’t you?” chuckling, you say.

Dosie laughs, hands failing to cover her mouth. “Not really, haha, still a department’s second-in-command.” The air seems to lighten up, not suppressing your smile anymore.

“Well, good for you.”

“Anyone yet?” She inquires again, eyes focused on you.

“Friend of a friend.” Another fake, faint smile with a truth. “You?”

“Same shift, on and off, really.”

It’s swift, the way it just landed and took off, robbing you of any sentiment you may deserve. You’ve played this moment back and forth for too many times during the years apart. But when it just comes and goes like this, you just wish she’d ask for more.

You continue, “Do you remember–,” you halt.

She forces out a smile, matching your eyes for a split second.

“I mean–no, I shouldn’t do this, I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Hey.” Dosie reaches out to you. “It’s fine. I’m your fri–” 

Dosie stops in her tracks; resolve falters, causing you to look back up at her. Her eyes are searching for the right excuse in the crowd outside.

“I’m sorry.”—you struggle to hold back the tears welling in your eyes—“I don’t think I should do this.”

Your voice is quivering.

Dosie opens her mouth without a sound, an unknown word stuck in her throat, whatever it might be. Maybe it’s lost in the chatter of the patrons; maybe it’s lost in the piano from the speakers; maybe it’s lost in the huffing sounds of the coffee machine.

Maybe it’s lost in herself.

“So,” Dosie finally breaks another chain of tranquil, and herself, unsure, yet they bind themselves back as fast as they were ripped apart. You two fell into another gap.

Maybe it’s best that you just stop here.

“I guess I should go,” you say, without any destination in your mind. You adjust yourself to slide the chair out.

“Wait.” As you step, Dosie stops you with her shaky voice. Your feet are still, one leading the other. You can’t quite make out what she's going to say next: an insult, a question, an apology? They teeter inside your head to decide what you can’t choose.

You turn back to meet her anxious look—lips quiver, latte in the mug she’s holding up to her chin vibrating as she puts it down. 

Thump.

“I’m–,” Dosie turns the gears in her head, seeking the right word in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you’re the one who says it. It can’t be the end here, it can’t be, but at least it might be better than those damned years. You turn back away. “I’m sorry that I didn’t fix myself for you.”

“No, no, no, no,” she climbs the scale with each syllable, hands waving off your guilt. She bends forward, is it to see you closer? “I should’ve been there for you, but I was just-”

You look back, seeing that the composure she has tried to keep during the minutes is crumbling.

“I was selfish,” she says, husk lingering in the statement.

“No, Dosie, it was me,” you respond. “I shouldn’t have dragged you into my mess.”

“I–,” Dosie stops before another apology comes out, careful on her next words.

“Will I- Will I see you again?” She breaks the train into another question, head tilting, brows furrowing. Her now-hoarse voice is blended with the piano.

“Maybe.”

–

I tend to laugh whenever I’m sad

I stare at the crash, it actually works

Making amends, this shit never ends

I’m wrong again, wrong again

[anundyingfidelity]

OUT OF MIND — Soldier Boy/Ben

Summary: Ben believes he's alone in the lab, that you're just a product of his imagination and insanity. Is not like that, you're more real than he ever thought.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 1.3k.

Warnings: sexual content, p in v, blowjobs, handjobs, heavy non-con (such as reader taking advantage of Ben), nudity, some angst, mentions of torture and being unconscious.

Note: *another one* this is part of @artyandink Jensen's drabble marathon (if it can't be due to the content of this is totally okay tho!) Anyway hope you like this dark piece of crap I had on my drafts because I could never write a long fanfic ever again, I'm taking so damn long to write.

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The last doctor left, metal door closing behind his back, leaving you all alone with the man lying down in a too uncomfortable stretcher, hands and ankles tied.

The doctor's instructions were clear. He didn't care what you'd do to the experiment in the room. No one cared. As much as a scientist you were yourself, you stayed until late, admiring the former hero at your complete mercy, with nowhere to go or a voice to yell for help. Not that he might needed though.

The room was cold as you paced to remain by his side. His chest going up and down, eyes closed as he slept thanks to the dosis of gas you always administered before taking the tests of his blood and getting into the good part: the torture.

Tens of scientists and doctors stepped the lab to test his strength and powers, gifting him of endurance and new abilities along the way. You were one of them. And this was your price for making him indestructible instead of killing him, switching completely the main objective of the reds. You never really talked to Soldier Boy, more than just the silent moans and gasps leaving your mouth when you actually got into business. Ninety nine percent of the time he was unconscious under the effects of the gas, but he did caught you on top of him a couple of times, or just sucking him off until he was hard in your mouth. The only thing further than talking was his green eyes staring at you, just as he woke up from the slumber. But that made it a thousand times better.

With your fingertips, you traced his bare arm. The skin hot against your hand, finding the way up to his muscular chest, and then down his stomach, stopping right above his crotch. Your mind started wandering all over with the past memories of you and him inside that same lab room.

It was wrong, but you couldn't stop.

You've done this countless of times, what was with doing it again? Besides, he was a piece of shit of a man as far as you knew, using women as appliances and then tossing them like garbage once he was bored. You had to have fun too. Your hand went under his pants, softly playing with his shaft, as your free one went to brush away the mess his hair was doing on his forehead, so delicately.

His cock grew hard thanks to your touch, jerking him off smoothly. It only made you yearn for him more, the wetness between your legs increasing as you rubbed your thighs together to feel some friction that could relief you for a moment.

You pushed your skirt up and took off your panties, completely desperate to feel him inside you. But before you pulled his pants down enough to free his dick, ans you leaned down to take the tip of his cock between your lips, sucking him just right to earn a somewhat loud gasp from his throat. You took him deeper in your mouth, soaking his shaft with your saliva and stroking with your hand what couldn't fit.

Just as you tasted some pre cum, you pulled back and climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and lining his cock with your cunt, rubbing yourself on his length. You moaned softly sinking down on him, your tight, wet walls engulfing his dick, until your ass met the hot skin of his thighs. His cock twitched inside you as you rolled your hips in slow, deep movements, that soon became desperate. Biting your lip, you unbuttoned your blouse and pushed your bra down. Quickly, you held on his chest with the palms of your hands, riding him.

Soldier Boy brows furrowed, his breathing became unsteady as much as yours. Sometimes he looked like he would wake up in any minute, but he wasn't really able to. The features on his beautiful face used to change as you had your way with him because it was natural, and you loved to be in control. The only thing you'd regret was his big hands not being put into good use because of the restraints around them. You were so close to your climax that you wished he could bury his nails on your ass and mark it red while you're bouncing on his cock. Maybe someday you'd do it the right way. But not right now. Control suited you and you liked being on top anyway, playing with your tits at your own pace as they bounced with every thrust.

His cock met the deepest parts inside your pussy and you played with your clit and your folds, reaching sweet release and coating his cock with your juices. You continued the steady rhythm of your hips, going for a second orgasm, his dick throbbing so hard you would just fuck him until he spilled inside.

You let out a raspy moan as he came, filling you up and triggering your climax again, thighs shaking. You recovered your breathe, feeling his cock softening inside your pussy. His brows went back to normal, but you felt his heart still racing. Shifting on top of his cock, you reach his bearded cheek, caressing his features.

"I wish I could see underneath all this," you mumbled. "But I'm afraid you'll wake up for real and kill me."

You smirked just a little at the thought. Probably he'd just agree to fuck you if he was awake and back to his old self again, not drugged, not put into sleep. He was the perfect toy nonetheless.

But then, his eyes fluttered open softly. He thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him, watching your face as the bright, white lights iluminated the room. Soldier Boy often believed you were a ghost from his twisted mind, that there was something inside his mind tormenting him to the point he was being used for sexual pleasure by an unknown entity. But your touch, the heat of your body, and your weight over his own told him otherwise. You were fucking real, straddling his lap, with his dick buried balls deep in your tight cunt, tits out and messy hair and lab coat. Soldier Boy groaned, hands clenching into fists.

He spent so much time, decades, inside those concrete walls that there was this primal need inside that couldn't be met. And you were there to make it true from time to time, even if he wanted it or not.

"Good morning, sunshine," you mocked when he tried to free his wrists, but was too weak to do so. "The gas effect is fading away I see."

He grunted as you pulled off from him, climbing down to fix your clothes and putting your panties back. Soldier Boy tried to scream, but his throat was sore; he had to fight the restrains on his limbs, however it was useless. He was so powerless and fragile for a moment.

"Shhh, it's okay," you whispered, putting your hand on his forearm. He looked at you with a mixture of fear and rage. "You're gonna be okay. I always take care of you," you smiled as the stretcher began to shake while he tried to set himself free. "Now don't try it, you're a good boy. Aren't you?"

Soldier Boy groaned like a scolded puppy once you combed his hair with your fingers.

"You've been here for a long time, and no one has ever taken such good care of you as I do," you said, leaning down until your lips were close enough to his ear. "So you better obey me and keep being a good bitch for me."

Once you pulled back, he got the perfect close up of your face before you turned around and left the room, the sound of your heels echoing before the metal door finally closed. In less than five minutes, the chamber was filled with novichok.

Before sleeping again, Soldier Boy knew it was real.

The woman fucking him on his dreams and living nightmares was so damn real.

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[imaginesmai]

Promises to keep - Azriel

You've been happy for too long here is your daily dosis of angst. Part two already written and will be posted in a few days!

Plot: while you are held in a rotten cell, Azriel asks you to promise him something you can't. Because no matter how much he wishes it wasn't true, there was little you wouldn't do for your mate.

Warnings: blood and violence. Kind of graphic.

Azriel had stopped counting the days, the hours stuck on that cell. He had given up around the second week, when he realized losing mental strength over the time wasn’t worthy. Now, the only time keeping him partly sane was the constant drip of water from the corner of the room. When the thoughts were too overwhelming, when the pain wouldn’t let him breath, he focused on the steady drip and tried to drift away.

The cell was cold, almost icy. The clothes he had been wearing when they took him weren’t warm enough – and yet he had given away his jacket, claiming he was fine as he tried to control the chills that rocked his body. It now laid over your body, tucked close to his chest.

It had taken him two days to convince you to take it, and only when you shivered so hard it wouldn’t let any of you sleep, you did.

“Don’t take it off” he begged you when they took him away. “Keep yourself safe”

It had worked so far, because Azriel put enough of a fuss when they approached you that they decided to punish him instead. Other times, it didn’t work, and the jacket came back stained with your blood when they threw you back in.

He felt the first tear of many roll down his cheek, matching the drip of the corner. He tried to keep his body still, not to let you know that he was breaking down again.

But as always, you turned in his arms and caught the tear with the tip of your raw finger. Azriel looked down to your bruised face, that hadn’t healed yet, and his throat constricted around a cry. The soft touch against his own bruises and cuts felt underserving.

“Hey” you whispered, breaking the sinister silence of the cell. Straightening against his hold, you turned so you could face him and held back the groan of pain. “We agreed there would be no tears”

“I know”

It was a silly promise, one neither of you had kept so far.

“I’m okay” you tried to convince him, but your voice was tired, and he knew. “Don’t waste your energy worrying. I’m fine”

“Y/N”

His voice was broken, just like his body. He had always been the strong one, the person who held his ground against torture and pain, who inflicted torture and pain. But with you there, with the life of his mate in the line, he crumbled like a paper boat against the water. Azriel had managed to keep it together for the first two weeks – by the time he stopped counting the time, he had broken down in the night.

If your captors would tell you what they wanted, if they made demands, Azriel knew it would be over for him the moment they put a hand on you. But they hadn’t so far – and that was the worst part. Not knowing what they wanted or why they took you, not being able to consider if the information they wanted was dangerous enough to risk your safeties. He knew he would give them anything by that point.

“They will be coming for us” you repeated like a mantra, over and over again.

Azriel didn’t doubt Rhysand and Cassian were shaking the word to find you, he just doubted they would be able to.

“I need you to promise to never do that again” he started, thinking about the previous hours. “Never, Y/N”

“You know I can’t, baby” the corner of your mouth lifted sadly. “You would have done the same”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t –“ he choked out, the urge of making you understand seeping through his words and body.

“Can’t protect you like you protect me? That’s what you want me to promise?” you cut him off. “To promise you to stay still while they drag you away once more, with those terrible promises?”

“Yes” he hissed, feeling anger, guilt and many other feelings he couldn’t talk about in his chest. “I can handle it. You being hurt? That I can’t do. And they know they can get anything out of me with it. So next time they barge in, please Y/N, please, just… don’t”

“I could ask you the same thing. Would you promise me that, hm?”

That morning, or what Azriel could guess was morning based on the meals they brought, the masked fae had opened the cell before you woke up. Azriel had brushed the sleep fast when he saw them, asking the same questions he had repeated many times before. Who were they, what did they want, where were you, why did they take you. He made demands too, repeated so many times he had learned them by heart. To let you go, to keep him so he could be useful, to have a blanket and more food.

Only silence followed them, and the realization of what they were about to do.

His inner demons, the crumbling fear of his past, had stilled him enough time for you to wake up and come to the same realization. A tall woman carried oil and matches, and a sickening smile on her face. Another fae laughed behind her, deep and masculine, when he saw his face. Before Azriel could finish processing what was happening, you copied his actions from the past. Jumped on the woman who carried the oil, assuring Azriel wouldn’t be the one taken that day.

And no matter how much he had screamed his throat raw, how many fingers he had broken trying to break through the bars, he couldn’t stop it. He would damn those seconds of panic and tightness the rest of his life.

For any answer, Azriel gripped softly your elbow, careful of not moving your burnt hand. The pink skin was raw, the first blisters breaking through.

“I would have preferred them to burn me alive” he confessed, staring at your hands.

“This is not your fault. Any of it”

“Feels a lot like it is” he scoffed, not lifting his eyes. “You need to promise me that. I can’t – if they, if it happens again…”

“Baby, look at me” you begged him, but he didn’t concede. “Az”

Nicknames rolled down your tongue easily, like they had always done. Something about you calling him baby warmed his heart each and every time, the way his name tasted so good on your lips. Azriel squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his face contouring in sorrow. They had broken his leg, pierced his wings, beaten him senseless. Still, the sight of your burnt hands, knowing the similarities with his own, was what broke him.

“I’m sorry” he cried out, shoulders shaking with sobs. “I’m so sorry”

You didn’t answer, only fell against his chest and let him hug you.

The flames licking up your skin hours ago didn’t feel half as bad as hearing Azriel sob. You contained down your own tears, days of torment seeming endless. You were scared, too, mostly for Azriel. Because, since you both had woken up in that cell, he had taken every possible beating and lashing so that they wouldn’t touch you. And you noticed, smelt, the blood on him when he was brought back. Feared the day he wouldn’t wake up.

The faebane in the food you were fed kept the shadows away, but some of his power was still available and circled your ankles. The panic and guilt he felt was palpable through the watered bond, and in the way he pressed against your bruises without noticing.

“We will make it out” you promised him that, or tried to. “They will come. I know”

He only cried in response. Azriel, your tough, brave mate who tortured people for a living, broke in a dark cell that night. He sobbed until his throat was raw and couldn’t mutter any more apologies, cradled your burned hands as if they pained him more than you. He let his broken wings cover you both until you could pretend you were back in Velaris, in your wide bed, hiding from the world.

Dinner was pushed through the bars and you didn’t miss how Azriel held you tighter, even if he knew they wouldn’t come back until the next day.

“Please” he begged once more. “Please, don’t do that again”

The moment you had seen the oil, had guessed their intentions, you were done for. You would have gladly let them burn your whole arms if that meant they would leave Azriel alone. It had hurt, and you didn’t want to think about it, but Azriel was barely hanging by a thread and you would do anything to keep that thread hanging.

When, a few hours later, the cell opened again, you both turned your heads to meet the only male who talked out of your captors. He was tall, ridiculously tall, thin and with long arms that hung loosely. He wasn’t threatening at all, at least he didn’t seem like it. But you intuitively cowered against his presence, and Azriel intuitively hugged you closer.

His onyx eyes were deep pools of nothing, of wisdom and age that had you doubting Rhysand or Cassian would find you. They moved between Azriel and you, earning a growl from the earnest. If he could, you knew he would get up and fight him. Would try, like many other times, to fight his way out. But there was a reason why he had begged you to stay put, why they had the chance to take you.

Azriel’s left shoulder was broken, his arm only twitching and covered in blood. His wings had been ripped to shreds and were healing too slowly. And his legs, sprawled on the ground, had been twisted and sprained too many times.

“You’re losing your charm” he commented, his lip curling in disgust at the sight of Azriel. “I was tempted to think you would be dead by now. One of you”

“Why don’t you come closer and try to kill me yourself?” Azriel hissed, his good arm curled possessively around your waist.

“Oh, I wouldn’t. My friends are doing a mighty job at that”

“And who are your friends?”

It was a common question. When the male had first appeared in the cell, Azriel had bombarded him with questions that had been ignored. But that day, the male looked between you and Azriel, and tilted his head.

“Let’s trade answers, shadowsinger. I will answer your questions as long as you answer mine” he rocked slightly on his feet, the only indication he was curious. “Where does that power come from? What makes you worthy of wielding it?”

“Mine first. Who are you?”

Azriel had been conscious for a long time, considering the things he had gone through. Normally, he lasted conscious enough for you to try and clean his wounds and for him to promise that he was fine. Then, maybe giving his body a day to rest had accelerated his healing process. Still, you felt his attention rapt and alert as the male considered answering or not.

It felt wrong. He could easily pry the answers out of him. Azriel himself had sworn to answer and give anything when you were in their hands. And still, he only pursed his lips.

“I hope you are smart enough to understand that I cannot give you my true name” he smiled apologetically, as if he was truly capable of feeling anything. “But to answer your question, I could say I am someone interested in your powers. Where does it come from?”

“If you want me to talk, you better give me a real answer” Azriel cut back. “You’ve burned my mate’s hands. Beaten her, cut her. Why”

“Because it is funny what love can make out of powerful people” the male looked at you without dropping his smile. “You are powerful enough to kill any of those fae. To break down this place and destroy it from the inside out. But knowing your mate is here too? Love can undermine so much power. May I?”

Azriel’s grunt of pain almost developed in a scream of pain when he stepped on his broken knee. Blood seeped on the ground and bones creaked under his weight. Still, Azriel only threw his head back and bit down his agony, not willing to move away and expose you any further.

The edge of his boot pressed farther on his wound. Proof of how badly hurt Azriel was, was the lack of movement of his foot. His leg had been so brutalized that he couldn’t even move it to step away from danger.

Your heart rose to your throat and you broke another promise you had made to Azriel the first time you woke up in that cell. Don’t show them. Promise me you won’t show them. Let them think I’m the strong one, I’m the one they can’t break. Promise me, darling.

When Azriel lost his breath and his chest stilled from pain, you couldn’t control the sudden urge of power that broke through the room. Without moving from his grasp, that was now painful against your waist, you filled that room with light and threw the man off your mate.

His back hit the wall with a sickening crunch, and if he had been human just like his smell suggested, he would have died. But he didn’t.

He only looked at you with bloody tears on his eyes and dark stains on his ears.

“Oh my! Oh, how wonderful!” the male chuckled. Laughed. His chest trembled with joy as his broken body stared at you from the other side of the room.

You realized that he had been talking about you. About your power, that you had thought was well hidden. You didn’t bother stopping to think how pointless the torments Azriel had endured for its sake had been then, knowing that thought would haunt you back.  

Not using your burned hands for support, you raised by Azriel’s side. The faebane wasn’t enough to keep it hidden, since it wasn’t from this world. It only dulled your senses and dimmed the mate bond. But now that it had been set free, your power roared at you to let it go. To wrack that place to ashes and kill them all.

You stopped yourself when you got on your feet. Azriel, still out of breath, gripped your calf and looked up at you with terror. He knew what they had done to your parents, what they did to your kind. Why you were the only one left, and how precious you were to them. All of that paled in comparison of you being his mate.

You could havoc that place, but your power was destructive enough to risk his life. And that made the light of the room dim.

“You’re – you’re wonderful. I had heard rumors, but this! Look at this!” the man kept talking, but you could only look at Azriel. He begged you silently to run, to use that opportunity to flee. “We’re going to be amazing friends, my darling. The best of friends!”

“Sir?”

Standing next to the open door, three pair of eyes stared at you. Your tormenters looked between the remains of light at the tips of your burnt fingers and their fallen master, who wouldn’t stop smiling. Panic rose like bile when you realized what you had done. What he had done to make you do it.

You had only agreed to Azriel sacrificing himself because you knew if they discovered your powers and how much you cared about him, it would be worse. The sudden burst of power had left you dizzy, yet you were aware enough to notice that the male was healing way too fast. Way too powerful for a normal fae.

He pointed at you with a bloody smile, the onyx on his eyes not leaving any white left.

“Seize her”

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[taeiun]

ᥫ᭡ ?! ┈ ⟢ THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE.

💬 ── ⟡ ── “can you maybe NOT beef with the lead singer of a band that has almost double our fan base???”

SYNOPSIS . . . choi beomgyu drove you insane. you hated him and you’re pretty sure he hated you too. but when all that stands between your group and a record deal; one that could make or break everything you’ve worked for; is him and fourteen other bands, you should’ve known it’d be a wild ride to the top. so, tell the crowd, are you truly ready for the fight of your life?

&. status ?! . . . ongoing ; very slow. // started: 02.24.2024 // ended: -

&. who ?! . . . choi beomgyu x gn!reader (ft. the rest of txt, wooyoung of ateez, dosie of purple kiss, yunjin of le sserafim, heeseung of enhypen, skz, and many more)

&. genre ?! . . . battle of the bands au, ex-friends and rivals to lovers, band!au, slow burn (?), fluff, angst, crack/humour, smau, some written

&. warnings ?! . . . swearing, mismanagement of a band by the company, mentions of alcohol + food, botb inaccuracies, scandals, suggestive humour, mentions of false past sexual activity but nothing is described, mentions of death, kys + kms jokes, and potentially more. read the specificed warnings on each chapter.

&. notes ?! . . . timestamps do not matter unless brought up by a character. partially inspired by the webtoon lost in translation. none of the events that happen reflect what the idols are like irl. my humour can be dry at times TwT.

OOO. PROLOGUE / TRAILER — (read first before the profiles)

comment below on THIS post if you’d like to be part of the taglist; asks will be deleted.

chapters and profiles are under the cut.

🪐 ┈ ⟢ PROFILES

PARAVOID aka yn and co. 2MORROW aka beomgyu and co. MISC aka everyone else mildly important

🎞️ ┈ ⟢ EPISODES

ACT I : death of a rockstar

OO1. dead band walking // half written ⟡ OO2. --

OO3. -- ⟡ OO4. --

more to be added

ACT II : stage of revenge

to be added

© taeiun 2024. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

special thanks to user @junjiie for being my biggest supporter and dealing with my rambles and inconsistent interactions. would’ve probably given up on this plot a long while ago if not for him

[mikrokosmcs]

Era  inevitable,  que  las  personas  pudiesen  percibir  también  el  celo  de  Jaesong  y  por  eso  él  debía  demostrar  ser  más  fuerte,  que  nadie  se  atreviese  a  siquiera  pensar  en  tomar  lo  que  era  suyo  o  querer  convencer  a  el  omega  de  estar  con  ellos.  Iseul  tenía  dos  razas  en  él,  una  que  no  era  violenta,  pero  mataba  por  comer  y  la  otra,  enamoradiza  que  amaba  por  toda  la  vida.  -  —No  tendrás  la  atención  de  nadie,  solo  la  mía.  Día  y  noche,  hasta  que  estés  saciado…  —  -se  colorean  sus  mejillas  sutilmente  de  rosado,  un  poco  avergonzado  con  la  idea  de…  bueno,  tener  relaciones  con  él.  No  era  la  primera  vez,  no  sería  la  última,  pero  siempre  conseguía  el  mismo  efecto  en  el  más  alto.  -  —Suenas  muy  interesado  en  tenerme,  lo  cual  por  mucho  tiempo  pensé  que  era  un  poco  imposible  —  -vuelve  a  besarlo,  esta  vez  en  los  labios  antes  de  volver  a  enfocarse  en  la  mesa.  -  —Está  bien,  todo  irá  bien.  Podemos  cuidarnos,  tomar  supresores  ambos  y  evitarnos  una  sorpresa. 

Su cuerpo se relaja cuando la esencia del más alto le rodea, sintiéndose seguro y protegido del mundo, lo cual era divertido sabiendo que Jaesong le protegió desde que eran pequeños hasta que Iseul regresó de sus vacaciones como alfa, superándolo también en estatura. Sus otros dos amigos solían decir que el híbrido de ardilla siempre miró al alfa con amor, solo que no se percataba de esto. “Sé que es normal pero no me gusta la atención de otras personas, solo quiero la tuya.” Aclara, cerrando los párpados y riéndose con ternura ante las cosquillas que el contrario le provocaba. Dios, ¿Qué hizo para merecer un novio tan dulce y atento Iseul? “Me gustaría, ¿Estarás libre para mí o tienes deberes?” cuestiona, no le gustaba ser una molestia mas anhelaba mucho su compañía y estar acurrucado entre sus brazos la mejor sensación que podía experimentar. “Sueno muy ansioso, ¿Verdad?”

[heavenlycloud]

the veil~ smau

pairing: huh yunjin x fem! reader, aespa 5th member fem! reader x huh yunjin

status: ongoing... ➸ 04/15/2022 // taglist OPEN

synopsis: making friends— that’s all you downloaded this new app for, that’s all the new app is supposed to be for. the original plan goes awry when you meet the girl that seems to be your perfect match.

genre: fluff, angst, crack, social media au, romance, comedy, strangers to lovers, idol au

starring: le sserafim, aespa, minji and hanni (new jeans), itzy, nana (woo-ah!), sieun (stayc), jurin (xg), shotaro (nct), heejin (loona), dosie (purple kiss), yeri (red velvet), felix (skz), gaeul (ive), somi, keeho (p1harmony), lily and haewon (nmixx), remi (cherry bullet), txt, lee chaeyoung (fromis_9), beomhan (fm entertainment), more

warnings: swearing, dirty jokes, lightly implied nsfw

fic notes: this is a work of fiction i made for fun just like my other works. i'm not assuming the sexualities, personalities, platonic/romantic relationships between any and all idols used in this fic. idols born after 2003 will not be frequently written in or directly involved with any romantic relationship/implied nsfw at any time.

author notes: this is my first smau!!! i've been wanting to make one for years and i finally found the motivation and confidence to do it. right now i haven't figured out an update schedule since i'm still in school, but i'll work on finding one if people actually want one. some chapters may be very text heavy opposed to tweets and messages just to contribute to the plot.

‎♡‧₊˚˘͈ᵕ˘͈‎ 彡♡ ༘*.ﾟ .·:¨༺ ʚ♡ɞ༻¨*:·.﹢࿐ ☆

┊┊┊┊°⋆ ꒰♡꒱⋆°

┊┊┊୨♡୧ ₊˚๑ * ⋆

┊ ┊˚εїз⋆ ༄

┊:·.♡☆°

before you begin please read the profiles, how it works, and introduction

profiles: the androids | the angels

how it works: the veil app

0. introduction: i got a match

i. one: hell froze over

ii. two: oh that bitch GAY

iii. three: the face of a cold blooded killer

iv. four: you think im cute? part ii. text + social media posts

v. five: hey bby gorl i want u

[disast3r4rtist]

WIP~

Time for the weekly dosis of Angst 😏😏😏

Remember any suggestions or ideas you have, you can tell me freely or coment it, I would love to hear your ideas for this au 🙏 (Since im PROBABLY the first on making a tangled Au of these two gays sinners)

[renata-dp]

list five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers

I think what mostly makes me happy it's just being with friends (like u jsjsjs <3) and hanging out with them, even quiet vc's are enough for me, the fact of being with a friend just makes me feel better. qwq

2. Looking at the sky, taking note of every small detail such as the shape of the clouds, the colors of the sky at that moment, or the stars that appear at night is something that really soothes me and can make me happy (yet it makes me a bit sad when thinking that not many people can appreciate it as well). Also I wished I was an astronomy nerd just to know a bunch of stuff about stars and space, but I end up just simply enjoying the view.

3. My fictional blorbos ofc! and other characters thatI love besides them as well. I love seeing fan-work or official stuff where they're just happy, enjoying stuff and having fun! (not a that much of a fan of angsty stuff, but I get it sometimes. We all need our dosis of angst at times)

4. Simple physical touches (with ppl that I'm comfortable with ofc lol) like a pat on the back or a hug. Even though I don't know how to respond 'cuz I'm not used to it and that might make it look like I don't like it, it actually brightens my mood and means a lot to me (tough I'm a sucker for head/hair pats)

5. Listening to music! Music can change my mood so easily in general (not only to a good one tho, we all got those songs u have to help you cry your shit out and that's cool). I always get amazed every time I stop to think about how music can be so important and the different ways it influences our lives even in the smallest details we don't even notice in our every day.

[lunearta]

❃ 𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙱𝙾𝚂 - 𝙲𝙰𝙿Í𝚃𝚄𝙻𝙾 6 ❃

» Temática: SKZ híbridos x Oc (Lis) » Género: Poly, fantasía, OMEGAVERSE » Warnings: Fluff, smut con historia, angst, tensión sexual, sexo, degradación, dinámica A/B/O explícita, dom/sub, sado, amor, entre otros. » Warning de CAPÍTULO: Menciones a café(?), no smut (aún). Mención a supresores (pastillas). Ansiedad y angustia por parte de la protagonista. Si me dejo algo me lo decis. » Tipo: Serie. » Palabras: 1.980.

» Masterlist « | Anterior | Capítulo 7

N de A: Me vais a perdonar lo mal que escribo el MxM, porque hasta ahora todo lo que he escrito ha sido MxFem!OC. No estoy acostumbrada PARA NADA a escribir relaciones románticas entre hombres, aunque sé que es esencialmente lo mismo que las demás relaciones... Pero en fin, pido paciencia. También deciros que este es un poquito más corto que los demás, perdonad.¡Intentaré subir el otro lo más pronto posible para compensar!

Lis se miró al espejo por primera vez en mucho tiempo.

Quitando el maquillaje casi desvanecido y los ojos rojos, lo más preocupante eran los círculos que parecían sudor a cada lado del cuello. Se quitó la camiseta de cuello alto, quedando en sujetador, y los apósitos se fueron con ella. Habían perdido hasta el pegamento.

Inhaló una gran bocanada de aire. Le debía la vida a HeeSeul. Le debía su carrera y la sanidad mental que casi había perdido de los nervios. Usó toallitas del baño para limpiarse las glándulas, teniendo especial cuidado en el centro de estas, menos dilatadas ahora que había consumido las pastillas.

Esto significaba que debía aumentar la dosis, o que tenía que tomárselas en intervalos de tiempo más cortos. Nada bueno. Su cuerpo se había habituado a los supresores.

Una vez limpia y sin rastro de olor —cerciorándose de que las glándulas no siguieran supurando líquido, se colocó los parches y la camiseta prestada. El olor a lavanda y melón le entraron en las fosas nasales sin previo aviso, y arrugó la nariz, aturdida.

— Este debe ser el olor de antes... —susurró, recordando al señor Kim y su aroma dulce—. Es muy fuerte.

No le molestaba estar rodeada por las feromonas de un alfa, pero se dio cuenta de lo mucho que echaba de menos las de Chan y el grupo. Su aroma a bergamota y miel le calmaban el espíritu. Ojalá pudiera pedirle que la impregnara de su olor... No, sería extraño viniendo de una "humana" y en su estado, no sabía cómo reaccionaría.

Bien. El maquillaje era lo de menos, tampoco es que se hubiera puesto demasiado. Abrió la puerta y entró en el despacho donde aún la esperaba el señor Kim. Al verla con la camiseta dos veces más grande que ella sonrió.

— Te queda muy bien. —la cumplimentó—. ¿Estás preparada para volver?

— Sí, calmada y lista para la acción.

— Me alegro.

Ambos regresaron a la sala de Stray Kids. Han dormitaba ahora en la silla mientras las estilistas le ponían el maquillaje, y Felix seguía en la misma posición, solo que ahora Minho ocupaba el lugar de Chan. El líder por otro lado, atendía una llamada que parecía importante, pero que cortó en cuanto los vio entrar.

— Ya estáis aquí, perfecto. —dijo—. Cuando nos vayamos a las pruebas de sonido hay una cosa que... ¿qué llevas puesto?

Lis estiró la camiseta de cuello alto a fin de que la viera mejor, procurando no parecer nerviosa.

— Ah, ¿esto? Es que... verás, eh...

— De vuelta de enseñarle el escenario y el funcionamiento del lugar hubo alguien que le echó el café por encima con las prisas y le presté una de las camisetas de mi marido. —HeeSeul se recolocó las gafas, actuando como todo un profesional.

Le iba a deber más que la vida a este paso.

— Sí, eso mismo. —balbuceó, sin mirar a nadie. Dios, no sabía mentir.

— Genial, entonces, volviendo al tema. —Chan se cruzó de brazos—. Antes de irnos recuérdame que te cuente una cosa.

— Sí, claro.

Estaba absolutamente arrebatador. Le habían planchado el pelo ligeramente púrpura por encima de los ojos, y el maquillaje tenía justo el mismo color. Vestía ahora una camisa negra con un cordón anudado que dejaba ver su abdomen y cuya tela "sobrante" caía por detrás. Por no hablar de los inmensos pantalones blancos y los zapatos a conjunto.

Sí, era la mánager de supermodelos al parecer. Supermodelos que le provocaban sensaciones que no debía sentir. Se lo habría quedado mirando demasiado tiempo, porque el chico sonrió y llamó su atención.

— ¿Qué pasa? —quiso saber. Le habían pintado los labios y la verdad es que le apetecía mucho probarlos...

— N-Nada. —farfulló, roja como un tomate, desviando la vista—. ¿Vas a bailar así?

— Eh, sí. ¿No te gusta? —se miró, preocupado.

— ¡No! ¡Claro que me gusta! ¡Me encanta! Estás guapísimo, ¿y a quién no le gustarías? Q-Quiero decir, a ver, es que mírate, eres tan... Eh...

Chan entrecerró los ojos y se acercó a la muchacha. Alzó una mano y la colocó justo a su lado, apoyando su peso en la puerta en actitud seductora.

— Continúa...

— O sea... Estás genial, Chan, y... E-Es que... No puedo.

Se tapó la cara con las manos y se agazapó frente al líder, completamente abrumada. Olía demasiado bien, demasiado bien. DEMASIADO BIEN. La loba en su interior la arañaba y el dolor comenzó a ser insoportable. ¿Cuánto faltaba para su celo? Unas semanas aún, ¿no? Era imposible que se le hubiera...

Bangchan interpretó el silencio y los quedos gemidos de manera errónea, y toda su fachada de hombre sensual se fue por la borda. Su piel adquirió un tono rojizo y también se agachó, buscando la mirada de la chica para pedirle perdón.

— Lo siento, no pretendía hacerte sentir incómoda. Si te soy sincero, me he dado cringe actuando así. No me acaba de gustar esta versión de mí, aunque a los demás parece encantarles...

— No es nada, no te preocupes —le sonrió entre los dedos—. Estoy bien, solo ha sido inesperado.

— Haz el favor, Chris. Vas a matarla de los nervios —lo riñó el señor Kim, divertido—. Chicos, os dejo. Ya le he enseñado a vuestra mánager cómo funcionan las cosas por aquí y hemos solventado papeleo. Vendré después de la reunión con JYP a daros detalles de la situación de la empresa, como siempre.

— Gracias, señor Kim. —agradeció Chan con una reverencia una vez se levantaron.

Pasada la extraña y ligeramente sensual situación, ahora sí que podían seguir a lo suyo. Changbin se sentó al lado de Lis en el espacioso sofá. Minho, a su derecha, no dijo nada más que mirarla, curioso. Las caricias al pelo de Felix no se detuvieron.

— Espero que no te haya inflado mucho la cabeza este tío. —dijo Changbin en su usual tono risueño—. A veces llega a ser muy pesado, pero me gusta.

— Qué va, ha sido muy comprensivo. Sabe que soy novata y quiere ayudarme. Voy a tomar algunas clases de márquetin y dirección. —se le iluminaron los ojos solo de pensarlo.

Changbin esbozó una sonrisa.

— ¡Es estupendo! Oh, ugh. —la olfateó y arrugó la nariz—. ¿De quién es esta camiseta? Huele mucho a alfa.

— Del marido del representante Kim. He tenido un pequeño accidente con un café.

— Siempre vas mirándolo todo como si nada pudiera hacerte daño. Voy a tener que vigilarte de cerca por si te tengo que recoger del suelo.

— Eso te gustaría, ¿eh? —se rio Minho, travieso—. Acaparar la atención de nuestra preciosa mánager... Solo para ti...

— ¿Preciosa? —masculló la chica, sintiendo el rostro arderle.

Changbin se ruborizó hasta la raíz e hizo un puchero.

— Q-Quizá un poco... —musitó el rapero por lo bajo.

— ¡¿C-Changbin?!

— ¡No me culpes! —levantó las manos en señal de rendición—. No es mi culpa de que seas condenadamente atractiva, ¿sabes?

— ¡No soy atractiva! —replicó. ¿Estaba ciego o qué?

— Lo eres. —insistió Minho esta vez—. Lo quieras o no.

— ¡Liiiiiiiiiiiiiis! —gritó Han de pronto, yendo hacia ella y enterrando la cara en sus faldas. Hasta hace un segundo estaba profundamente dormido en la silla—. Lis, he tenido un sueño horrible. En él decías que nos odiabas y te ibas.

La chica parpadeó. Demasiadas emociones en un día. Con un profundo suspiro le acarició la cabeza de la misma forma en la que el bailarín principal se lo estaba haciendo a Felix, ganándose un ronroneo contra los muslos que le mandó cosquillas en todo el cuerpo... De maneras que prefería no explicar.

— No os podría odiar ni aunque quisiera. —levantó la cabeza y se topó con la mirada indescifrable de I.N—. Mientras estéis cómodos conmigo, me quedaré junto a vosotros.

Jeongin desvió la vista, los ojos destelleando en un intenso rojo oscuro. Lo que fuera que le estaba pasando por la cabeza debía ser serio, a juzgar por lo fuerte que apretaba los puños.

— Más te vale. —el puchero de Jisung se hizo más pronunciado. Levantó el meñique—. ¿Prometido?

— Prometido. —entrelazaron los dedos y el menor de los dos le mostró la mejor sonrisa que podía darle, una que le calmó las emociones disparadas. Era ese sencillo gesto lo que la había serenado, ¿o quizá el fresco olor a melocotón que desprendía? Quería... Darle un bocado...

— ¿...oyes? —habló alguien.

Le costó varios segundos recobrar la compostura.

— ¿Qué? —preguntó, girándose hacia Chan.

— Que si me oyes. Te has quedado con la mirada perdida mientras te decía que íbamos a empezar con las prácticas de sonido. ¿Te vienes?

— Claro, cómo no. —se incorporó, mandando al suelo a quokka en un gruñido—. Cuando queráis.

Los nueve fueron escoltados al escenario. Lis se quedó en primera fila, ilusionada y ciertamente orgullosa de ser la primera en ver la actuación. Muchas stays querrían estar allí. La canción, "LALALALA" resonó por el lugar con fuerza, dando por iniciadas las pruebas. En la primera pasada, pararon dos veces. El micro de Lee Know se apagaba a ratos, y el auricular de Hyunjin ni siquiera funcionaba.

Tras arreglar los problemas, pasaron la canción seguida tres veces más sin poner mucho esfuerzo, concentrados en corregir errores puntuales y en acostumbrarse al suelo del programa. En la última pasada, el director les señaló cuáles eran las cámaras y a dónde mirar en cada parte de la canción.

Lis no lograba despegar la vista de los ocho miembros de grupo. Cada uno tenía sus pros y sus contras en el escenario: Chan destacaba por la fuerza de su baile, igual que Minho, pero ambos se quedaban atrás en cuanto a expresión en contraste con Han, Hyunjin. La fiereza de Changbin llamaba la atención, opacando los defectos que pudiera tener, que no eran muchos.

Seungmin y I.N fallaban más en movimiento, sin embargo, ambos sobresalían en lo vocal, cosa que les daba la ventaja. Han destacaba en prácticamente todo como buen ACE del grupo, y aunque la voz de Hyunjin se perdería entre la multitud, la actitud corporal y la presencia escénica eran más que suficientes.

Al terminar, Lis aplaudió, eufórica, y los chicos le dedicaron una reverencia tímida.

— ¡Es espectacular! ¡Vais a ser la envidia de la industria! —expresó ella, corriendo a su encuentro en el backstage-. Os habéis esforzado mucho.

Felix abrió los brazos y la muchacha lo abrazó, feliz. Ah... Era tan fácil amigarse con él.

— Si lo hemos hecho tan bien... —puso la mejilla-. Dame un beso como recompensa.

Lis enrojeció y se separó un tanto.

— No.

— ¿Por qué? —se quejó, triste—. Es una simple e inocente petición...

— De inocente no tiene nada. —lo interrumpió con los brazos cruzados—. Si quieres un beso, gánatelo.

El chico arqueó las cejas, interesado.

— ¿Y cómo debería ganármelo? —quiso saber.

— Eh... —lo meditó unos segundos—. En el directo no tienes que cometer ningún error y... ¡el ending fairy! —jugueteó con sus dedos—. Sí, ahí vas a tener que... hacer un medio corazón con la mano y simular que te comes la otra mitad. ¡Eso! ¡A-Algo así!

Felix se mantuvo serio antes de volver a hablar.

— Es bastante complicado de hacer con tanta gente mirando... —mintió, fingiendo preocupación.

— Pues ahí están mis condiciones. Nada más y nada menos.

El chico asintió.

— No sé si podré hacerlo, pero... Lo intentaré.

El grupo se desplazó de vuelta a la habitación que les correspondía, con Lis en cabeza. No vio ni por un momento la sonrisa pícara de Felix ni sus ojos iluminándose en ámbar en anticipación.

Iba a conseguir ese beso a toda costa.

TAGLIST: @hwangrfrnd

© LUNEARTA, 2024. 𝘕𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵á 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢.

[defmaybe]

Masterlist!

Christmas!

aespa

Giselle - [AER-698] My Boss(?) Loves My Ass So Much She Puts Her Tongue on It, Then She Fucks Me in the Ass Like I’m Her Cockslut and Make Me Cum!

Karina - Not Shy

Karina - J’adore (Sequel-ish to Not Shy)

Karina ft. Jo Yuri - Lotus Eater

Ningning - Excel

Reticence

fromis_9

Seoyeon - Arrangement

ITZY

Yuna - Sticky

Yuna - Party Police (Sequel to Sticky)

IVE

Gaeul - Noona from the Bar

Gaeul & Wonyoung - Pegging & Penetration

Wonyoung - mirrorball

Yujin - Shame

Yujin - Safe (Sequel to Shame)

KISS OF LIFE

Haneul - Bahama

LE SSERAFIM

Sakura - Midnight Blues (Ask)

NewJeans

Minji ft. NMIXX's Haewon - Mistake (Angst)

Minji - Rockland (Angst)

NMIXX

Haewon - Cherry

Haewon ft. NewJeans' Minji - Mistake

Lily - Prudence

PURPLE KISS

Dosie - I Love You, I’m Sorry (Angst)

Red Velvet

Wendy - Pros of Pursuing Photography as Your Career

TWICE

Dahyun - In What Terms? (Ask)

Weeekly

Jihan - Salt (Ask)

Jihan - Spicy (Ask)

Others/Soloists

Jo Yuri ft. aespa's Karina - Lotus Eater

[aeroplaneblues]

Is it too much of a reach to say that megumi being offended by yuuji's suggestion of hana replacing nobara (+yuuji's fear) is bc he too believes she'll be back? IS THIS THE DOSIS OF COPIUM WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT TO BE REAL???? or is this just a sad angst way of saying that the boys will never let anyone sit on her chair?

[notsolonedesert]

ah yes you. You who shattered my heart with your newest fic on AO3. You are an amazing writer thank you for writing for us. Don't worry though I'm cooking up a truly heartbreaking one shot in retaliation for shattering my heart 😈

You! You who introduced me to epic angst! You're honoring me with your kind words. I am absolutely not ready for another dosis of feels, but at the same time I have already subscribed and will immediately read it and read your other works too 😭😂

[junkdayz]

Most of this is copied but it still works to be honest—

INTRO POST !!

Hiiiiii I’m remi, Mia or zita (Zeeta), 18, any prns, dominican, pansexual.

Just in case for roleplay purposes: Non-binary. has a slight athletic build due to being on the gymnastics team when he was in high school. 6'3. he's very shy and awkward unless he's around someone he enjoys talking to. no matter the fc i will always use any prns and have a penis. i am NOT a girl. please don't call me one lol

Kinks are found here

DNI ୧ʕ •̀ᴥ•́ ʔ୨

if you cannot handle mature themes, if you're racist, homophobic, misogynistic, transphobic, if you're often involved in drama, if you support negative and hateful behaviour, if you kink and/or fetish shame, people who are dishonest, negativity, being interrupted, loud and crowded places, close-mindedness, unfair treatment, lack of respect for personal boundaries, being pressured into things, judgmental attitudes, procrastination, unnecessary conflict, insensitivity to others' feelings, lack of ambition, laziness, unreliability, people who are overly critical, feeling unappreciated

likes ʅʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʃ

music, dancing, hanging with friends, trying out new foods, watching movies, video games, fashion and styling, photography, traveling, exploring new cultures, reading books, writing lyrics or poetry, collecting sneakers, practicing new dance routines, going to concerts, playing sports, cooking or baking, watching anime, painting or drawing, learning new languages, attending fan meet-ups and events, visiting cafes, shopping for unique clothing and accessories, participating in charity events or volunteering, listening to podcasts, yoga or meditation, going on nature walks or hikes, watching reality TV shows, doing makeup tutorials, visiting art galleries and museums, playing with pets.

I am an unpublished author, teen author, fanfiction author, beginner author and possibly many other things!!!! These factors don't make me or anyone less of an author, because you can write fanfiction and still be an author! You can be unpublished and still be an author! And you can be younger than most and still be an author!!!

Guess what! I will do requests!!! If you want to, send in a prompt for a one-shot! Look at the bottom for my request info!

What I write?

• I wanna write a lot of k-pop fanfiction's as of right now

• I write my own stories, and I would one day like to be an actual author

• I specialise in romance-type and heavy smut stories

• One-shots

• Multichapter fics

• And I'm gonna write/make a lot of WIPS (the list is endless!)

• Request reminders!!!!!

• I have a right to refuse requests!

This isn't me being rude and I'm sorry if you feel that way! It's just that I'm trying to stay safe online and if I'm not comfortable writing something I won't write it.

• I can write one-shots or mini-fanfics!

• I will do: Ships, SFW, Angst, LGBTQ+, one-shots, mini-fanfics, NSFW, Alcohol, _________ x reader, raceplay, gender-bent, alternate anatomy: boypussy | girlcock, regular stuff

• When it comes to requests try to send in ones that align with the fandoms I'm in!

• This is an LGBTQ+ safe place, everyone is welcome!!!!!

• If you don't like, don't interact, please! Again this account will be dark and freaky and may contain uncomfortable and triggering themes. i always content warn and tag the content that i know is sensitive so that people who don't want to see it, don't see it! i encourage those who are uncomfortable with what i write about (see below for specifics) to utilize the block and blacklist features to their liking! i can be slow to answer asks, i have a job and i am also neurodivergent so apologies in advance if it takes a while.

Fics written as of now

Pillow talk | reader x Femboy dosie (purple kiss)

[ao3feed-ateez]

Welcome Home

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yup1UxN by LittleNiffler2020 (Remake of We Are Warriors) The Park family had always been strange. Not in the sense of personality or appearance but what followed them. The overwhelming feeling of being on your deathbed. The chills, the confusion, the exhaustion, and finally the acceptance that you are going to die. It's only normal people would avoid them like the plague. Park, Minyoung was no different. Shadows cloaked her very being and whispered warnings in her ear of the impending doom of others and herself. With age, she managed to lock these things away in the back of her mind and pretend that it was all just a nightmare. She continued her normal life but it's only natural that with time locks rust and break. Now back in Guelimja Dosi, She finds her once bright and lively childhood home nothing more than a ghost town. Those whispers now scream for her to leave, but Minyoung was never the type to listen to their cries for help. She wasn't going to run away even if every bone in her body was telling her to. Words: 149, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ), Original Female Character(s), Lee Sunmi, Kim Chungha, Kim Hyuna, Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ) Relationships: ATEEZ Ensemble/Original Female Character(s), Kim Hongjoong/Original Female Character(s), Park Seonghwa/Original Female Character(s), Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ)/Original Female Character(s), Song Mingi/Original Female Character(s), Choi San/Original Female Character(s), Jung Wooyoung/Original Female Character(s), Kang Yeosang/Original Female Character(s), Choi Jongho/Original Female Character(s), Reverseharem-relationship Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Supernatural Elements, Fluff and Angst, Comedy, Blood and Violence, Protectiveness, Minor Character Death, Explicit Language, Stalking, Additional Warnings In Author's Note read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yup1UxN

[mitamicah]

Some fun transmasc angst ahead /s to those who dare enter

Maybe I should've listen to the voice inside telling me that posting that last blog post to my diary blog was a mistake.

Honestly I am so very close to delete the post.

Everytime I see notes coming on it I feel worse.

I know that you are trying to help me, but it makes me feel quite bad.

Before I continue however let me say it once (and definitely not the last time)

It is not your fault.

Hearing people saying 'it is not that bad!' and 'I have had it worse!' or 'I'm a cis woman and it happened to me'... I understand it is meant to cheer me up. It is not.

Because then the voice inside me starts to whisper:

"See? You are pathetic! You are making mountain out of ant hills again! Your insecurities are so dang tiny, and so the only logical conclusion is that you are worthless for even thinking about them in the first place."

Don't get me wrong, I know this is not what you meant to say. And I understand where you are coming from. It might not look bad. I have come to realise that it is probably worse in my head. I am on my way to learn to live with it and hopefully starting to like it because what is the alternative really? Yet I'm still far from there so it haunts me at times thinking about how I've seen the spots get bigger and bigger day by day for three or four years and I have had days full of worry that my hair would fall out (my grandfather was bald at 25 so it is in my genetics) and what I'd do then as (I believed I was back then) cisgender woman!

Now I know I'm a transmasculine person and so baldness is not that big of a deal. Still this is a sore subject, so hearing you say it is nothing?

Again, I don't blame you. But at the same time I cannot control my feelings. Especially not gender dysphoria.

I admittedly half chose to start minoxidil to hopefully make these spots smaller - so who knows if they have actually closed up a bit since April where I began on the dosis. (I definitely know that I've gotten way more chin hairs and upper lip hairs since starting!)

And to the well meaning cisgender woman - you telling me, that you experience this as your gender is sadly not making things better; it reminds me that I am biologically closer to you than I am to a man. And so it only feeds my dysphoria.

I must sound like a broken record but I do not blame you, friends and random people I've never met. This is just one of my biggest bodily insecurities and it hurts hearing it being made out to be nothing. Because if I stress over nothing, am I worth anything myself?

This post is having no point other than have me write out my sadness so hopefully the few people bothering reading it is okay with me repeating myself and being a bit cry baby yet again. One would think I've grown out of my teenage vainness but jokes on me I guess.

[kmp78]

https://www.bild.de/unterhaltung/leute/leute/jared-leto-ueber-die-volle-dosis-leben-super-star-hat-angst-vor-kuchen-85431320.bild.html

Jared Leto (51) has many talents: He is a singer (Thirty Seconds to Mars), actor („Dallas Buyers Club“), model (Gucci), Hollywood star - and driven. Because stopping, coming to rest and being with himself for a short time is not Leto’s thing! He is the personified discipline, almost an ascetic. Often he just likes to go crazy - and the people around him with him.

When you meet Leto, he seems absent and unapproachable. He is often strange, always fascinating. But if you inspire him with a question that really concerns him - no matter how absurd, then it is hard to stop.

„I like cake,“ Leto starts in the BILD conversation. And further: „But I have only very rarely eaten cake in my life. And now I don’t eat any anymore, because I give up sugar. Of course, I know Black Forest cherry cake, and I also know that you Germans bake good bread. But I like to castrate myself. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll dare to eat cake.“

Leto can shock and surprise others well. In addition to his films (2014Oscar for his role as a transgender in „Dallas Buyers Club“) and music, he regularly makes headlines that he actually no longer needs. Whether intentional or not - only he knows that himself.

What does he love more - the music or the movie? Leto to BILD: There are harder tasks in life than what I do. But of all my activities, filming is the most difficult. The work allows very little room for manoeuvre. Making music, on the other hand, is comparatively easy.“

Born in Bossier Cit, a small town (60,000 inhabitants) in the northwest of the US state of Louisiana, Jared moved from city to city at a young age with his grandfather, who worked for the US Air Force.

His mother was a photographer, his brother Shannon (53) is the drummer of his band. Leto: „I grew up in a very creative environment.“

An environment that let him be the way he wanted to be. Sex with groupies, make-up and high heels, rock’n’roll: For Leto, everything has always been an option - except drawer thinking or a ring on the finger.

Leto has dated show beauties such as Cameron Diaz (51), Paris Hilton (42) and Lupita Nyong’o (40), but he didn’t want to get married so far. He recently had his allegedly current girlfriend, model Thet Thinn (27), with him during his visit to Germany.

Is she the one? At least he sings in a song on his new album: „I knew I would stay with you - after just one touch.“

Leto to BILD: „Well, the question is always how long you stay. I’ve never said that I’II stay forever.“ However:„Maybe my life will become a little calmer over the years, and I can then also enjoy the simpler things.“

It just has to touch him something or someone at the right time ...

"Enjoy the simpler things"?

Well things don't get much more simpler than your gf, so... 😂🙌