#i could sleep for 24h

[tohruies]

woke up feeling like ye (drinking a boost for breakfast)

[dizzybizz]

coming out as an official aventurine enjoyer. how embarrassing and predictable for me wow.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

who up roasting they meats

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

What do you think a dragon's favourite food is?

depends on the dragon

Sea dragons eat fish and small marine mammals almost exclusively in their juvenile period, until they grow to a size when they can hunt larger game. Depending on the species, some are known to come on land to hunt as well.

The common Eastern European Dragon is known to eat large game, from sheep, cows, horses, goats and pigs to humans as well.

Some dragons are known to eat Treasure, such as precious metals, jewels. Others have been reported consuming everything from sand, to gravel, to rocks, and even burning coals. It is not fully known whether this is in order to gain sustenance, or if it is simply a display of power.

Other dragons are said to consume the essence of that which their fire consumes , though this can only be applied to those that breathe fire.

[fiveamandawake]

too hungry to sleep but I gotta leave at 7 so I really need to sleep

[powermove102]

all those 'list of 5 things I could talk about for 1 hour without prep:' posts really underestimate the power of The Big Yap

[neeeooon]

Hi hi guess who has another request >_<!! So I was wondering if I could get bllk boys reacting to a reader who likes staying up late at night (It can be anyone but I especially request Ness or sendou in it <3) ? Thank uuu amazing author for feeding my hyper fixation😻

ofc thank you for feeding mine 😍

when you like to stay up late

bf bllk x gn!reader. all domestic fluff <3

alexis ness

-> “are you sleepy?” “mmm,” “is that a yes?” “mm.”

-> you smile and kiss ness’s forehead. though you like staying up late, ness is an early bird and usually falls asleep before the clock hits double digits. you used to tease him for it, but now you respect him, as it isn’t often you wake up before 10 am

-> tucking him into bed, you find an extra blanket to wrap around yourself and pop your earbuds in so you can watch a few episodes of your show without disturbing ness

-> he usually shuffles around at around 1 am, but it isn’t often that he wakes up. “y/n?” his groggy voice startles you, and you turn your phone off when you see his bleary eyes trying to spot you in the darkness

-> “go to sleep,” he hims while carefully tugging the comforter over you before tucking himself into your side. “your head will hurt in the morning.” you smile and nuzzle the top of his head with your cheek. “goodnight, lovely.”

sendou shuto

-> “so… what do you wanna do?” he asks with a wink, yelling dramatically when you smack him in the face with a pillow

-> you end up seated beside each other, stuffing your faces with popcorn as you watch some classic pixar movies

-> you look over when you hear sniffling during up and raise a brow at sendou, who is trying (and failing) to muffle his sobs with the pillow. “i-it’s so sad! please never die, y/n!” “.. i’ll do my best not to..?”

-> he’s asleep twenty minutes later, head slumped against your shoulder like it’s his own personal rest, not that you mind. you scoffed gently when he snored before placing a kiss in his hair and carefully tossed a blanket over him

-> you watched another movie and started the third when sendou finally shifted against you. “i was resting my eyes…” “sure, babe.”

hiori yo

-> he likes staying up too and will offer to stay up with you

-> you mostly waste the night away playing video games together, something you can do whether he’s physically there with you or not

-> though he’s always up to play with you, your favorite nights are when hiori stays with you. your parents are lenient and trust him, so they don’t care if he stays over or not... though all you’re doing is playing video games until the sun comes up

-> “maybe we should try to fix our sleep schedules one of these days,” you said after finally shutting your pc down and peeking past the black-out curtains to see the sky lightening

-> hiori shrugged and tugged his hoodie off before climbing into your bed. “why?” “i doubt it’s healthy to play video games all night.” “it’s fun, though. getting to play with you.” you blushed at his quiet confession and jumped into bed beside him. “so romantic. let’s see how long we can sleep before my mom brings us food this time.”

kurona ranze

-> for some reason, your town had a 24h pet store/clinic. on nights where you don’t feel like sleeping, you like texting your boyfriend and walking there together

-> the cashier yawned when you approached. “hamsters and birds are all asleep right now. unless you’re looking for dog food, we don’t have much else to show.”

-> you and kurona ignored him and made beelines to the back of the store, where the fish tanks were. you crouched in front of the lower level tanks and watched, mesmerized, as the fish swam around

-> “two dollars for a fish is crazy, crazy,” kurona sighed as he followed a spotted fish with his fingertip. you blinked as his words sank in before grabbing your wallet and dumping the contents onto the floor

-> you had enough coins to make $2.07 and turned a wild smile on your boyfriend. “i’m getting you that fish.” “that’s the sleep deprivation talking..” “bet.” “… bet, bet.”

-> your family had an empty tank at home, and it was perfectly sized for kurona’s new spotted fish. kurona joked that he’d never go on another late night adventure with you again after that

kiyora jin

-> just. dance. party.

-> your neighbors hate you, you’re sure of it, but you don’t care. when you can’t sleep, you send a simple “🕺” emoji to kiyora, and he’s at your place ten minutes later

-> and if your just dance cd, so aged and scratched from use it doesn’t always play right away, doesn’t work? michael jackson: the experience

-> yes, kiyora is your lovely boyfriend who will do almost anything to make you happy. no, that does not include letting you win any level of either game. even when he’s exhausted and you’re still bouncing with energy, he still manages to get 5 stars while you stay stuck at 4

-> “this is insane. billie jean shouldn’t be this hard! rematch!” but he’s already asleep on your bed, so you finally, reluctantly, turn everything off and join him

karasu tabito

-> “can i play with your hair?” “it’s two in the morning. there’s a very high chance of me falling asleep on ya.” “sooooo..?” “.. sure.”

-> you always sneak into karasu’s place to visits after his shower, when all the gel is washed from his hair. you like sleeping late since your first class isn’t until noon, so it gives you plenty of time to sleep in

-> you sat on kurona’s bed while he was position on the floor between your legs, watching soccer reruns on his phone as you ran your fingers through his gel-free hair

-> smiling when your boyfriend hummed, you continued playing with his hair until you heard the quiet thud of his phone slipping from between his hands and hitting the floor

-> internally cooing, you gently encouraged karasu to move to his bed so you could oss a blanket over him and cuddle against his chest. lying together like that with the steady rise and fall of karasu’s chest, it wasn’t hard for you to fall asleep

[deadlychansaw]

— hope

pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x reader

warnings: vomiting, no use of y/n, bit angst, pregnancy, it happens during ep 2 s2

a/n: omg first time writing something like this, i hope someone enjoy this 🫣

00:30 was the number sparkling in neon red in her bedside watch. She couldn't stop looking at it. She couldn't sleep. How could she? The bed too big and cold for her to be alone, she missed her husband. Where was he?

She thought that after the coma he would retire and live peacefully with her, maybe in some cabin in the woods with two kids and a dog. this thought alone made her want to tear up.

She knew being a police officer was dangerous, so every time he wasn't home she feared that something had happened. This made her want to throw up, and she did.

That was unusual for her, maybe... no. It couldn't be. But when was the last time she had her period again? It was nine days late, this was also unusual. How haven't she noticed it?

00:45. She couldn't wait until morning so she picked up her car and went to a 24h open drugstore

"Do you need any help, miss?"

"I want a pregnancy test"

"Are you alright, dear?"

She hadn't noticed that small tears started to run down her face.

"I will be"

As the old lady gave her the test she smiled sympathetically and said:

"I'm sure you will. You don't need to be afraid"

" My husband is a cop" She felt the need to reply

"Oh, I see. But you will be fine, dear. I felt the same when my husband fought in war."

This time, she didn't reply.

She got home after speeding the car a little more than necessary and running a few red lights and went straight to the bathroom to do the goddamn test.

Palms sweaty, hands shaking and feet stomping in circles. It hasn't even passed the three minutes the test needed to be ready, just a few more seconds and...

oh.

Positive. p-o-s-i-t-i-v-e.

She was pregnant and wasn't even sure her husband would return home. Where are you Jun-ho?

"Babe, why are you sleeping on the couch?"

His voice reached her ears like the light in the end of a dark tunnel.

"I was waiting for you"

"My love, you know you don't need to"

"But I wanted to. Where were you?"

"I was in some kind of a car chase, but they shot in my tires"

That made her eyes open wide. "What? Chasing who? Are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt. I wish I could tell you everything but i don't wanna put you at risk"

"I accepted the risk the day i accepted to be your wife. Please tell me. I'd rather know what i'm scared of"

"I guess you're right"

So he tells her everything. The games, his brother, his plan with Gi-hun. Everything.

"That is awful. Unbelievably awful. How can some people be so disgusting and evil? Gosh, that makes me sick"

She ran to the bathroom and started to vomit in the toilet, he ran after her and held her hair.

"Are you okay? I know it's s lot to process"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry for this, now you'll never want to kiss me again."

"There's not a world where i wouldn't want to kiss you" He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "But let's brush those teeth, shall we?"

Jun-ho gets up to put toothpaste in her toothbrush and give it to her.

"I don't know what i did to deserve you, Jun-ho"

"I am the lucky one here, babe. You're still here with me after everything i told you."

"i'm not leaving your side. Never."

He picks her up in bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting my wife to bed, as i should"

He really was the sweetest thing in her life, she needed to tell him already. All the what-ifs started coming to head again what if he doesn't want a child? what if he doesn't have time to form a family? what if he never come back home anymore?

"Babe, are you crying?"

"Do you really need to search for that island?"

"I do. These games need to stop."

"I don't want anything bad happening to you"

"I promise it won't. I will always come back home to you" He seals the promise by joining their lips in a long, slow and passionate kiss.

"Jun-ho, I need to tell you something but i'm so afraid of how you're gonna react."

"You don't need to be afraid, my love. I'm always here for you no matter what"

"I- I am pregnant" She doesn't wait for him to answer. " I know it's not the right time, and maybe you don't even want to be a dad and-"

She sees that he opened his characteristically big and warm smile, one that lights up her whole world.

"Are you... happy?"

"Are you kidding? Babe i feel like the luckiest guy of all South Korea. I'm so happy. Oh my god, i'm gonna have a daughter "

That made her chuckle.

"We don't know if it's a girl"

"Oh i'm sure of that. We need to celebrate"

"Celebrate? At this time? How?

"Hmm, i can think of a few ways..."

And she had a feeling she haven't felt in a while. relief. Hope.

[red-smut]

LH: Admission video

Sana x male reader

+2500 words

I have finally finished it! I think it could have been much better but I'm satisfied. I hope you enjoy the fic!

“Oppa, wake up” Sana is sitting astride you giving you gentle taps on your cheek in an attempt to wake you up. She’s only wearing one of your sweatshirts and the black thong you so eagerly took off last night, her messy blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

“It’s still early… let me sleep” your open your eyes to look at Sana.

Your girlfriend pouts and then quickly leans over to give you a quick kiss “It’s half past twelve! Get up! I want to eat!”

You make a long sigh and gently pull Sana off of you to get up reluctantly “Ever since you came to live here you’ve been enslaving me” you leave the room and head to the kitchen.

Sana, with a beaming smile lighting up her face, eagerly follows you into the kitchen. She gracefully settles herself on the counter, crossing her legs as she watches you with curiosity and affection. “Like you don’t like having me here.”

“Well, maybe it’s not all that bad,” you admit with a slight smile as you make breakfast, enjoying your girlfriend’s morning company.

Sana gets up from the counter and gives you a hug “By the way, a letter has arrived, I left it on the table in case it’s something of yours” she gives you a kiss on the cheek and returns to the room.

When you finish making breakfast you leave it on a plate, then you see the pink letter with a stamp with the initials LH perched on the table and walk to the table to open it

Good morning sir/miss, if you have received this letter it means that you and your partner have been chosen to enter Lust House, where you will live the greatest experience of your lives.

At Lust House we will not only make you feel like kings but you will also be able to fulfill any sexual fantasy thanks to our 24h service or the help of other hotel guests who will surely be willing to help you.

We will cover all your expenses so you won’t have to worry about money here.

However to enter you will have to be chosen by our president, so we kindly ask you to record a video introducing yourself and explaining us the following topics:

Sexual orientation

Sexual experience

Fetishes

Fantasies

Also after the presentation you must record a video having sex, no matter if it is anal or vaginal, hard or soft… just record a video.

This may seem like a scam, but we ask you to trust us so you don’t miss the best experience of your life.

Please send the video to the address written on the back of the letter.

Sincerely, Lust Hotel

“What nonsense, how can I bite on something like that” I turn to throw the letter in the trash but I find Sana, who seems to be reading It behind me and takes the letter from my hands to continue reading it with interest “You are not going to believe something like that don't you?”

Sana finishes reading and carefully leaves the letter on the table “Well I think we could do it, if it’s a lie there will only be a video of us fucking, it doesn’t seem so much, and if it’s true…” she quickly cuts the distance and puts her arms around your neck, whispers the following words in your ear “it will be a lot of fun if we can really go to a place like this” Sana gives you a kiss on the cheek and separates from you “let’s prepare the script already and we record It tomorrow”

Sana comes back to the room jumping up and down, you follow her while talking to her in a medium high tone “Hey I didn’t say yes!”

The camera placed on the tripod is pointed directly at the couch, where you and Sana are sitting. Sana is dressed in a nice black dress with a bow, her blonde hair is perfectly styled for the video, but you know that Sana is wearing absolutely nothing under the dress, which was enticing you to rip her clothes off and fuck her already without even turning on the camera. You however are wearing a t-shirt and jeans, completely out of place with your girlfriend.

Sana fixes her hair a bit and turns to look at you “I’m ready Oppa, turn the camera on”.

You take a deep breath and lean forward to press the ON button, with a click the camera turns on and Sana puts on her best smile before speaking “Hi guys from Lust House, my name is Sana and this handsome guy is my boyfriend Y/N, we are a serious couple but we are open to live an experience as promising as the one you have offered us.”

Sana pauses a little before continuing “I'm bisexual but my boyfriend is straight, I always tell him that he should at least try once to do it with another guy because maybe he likes it and he is missing out on something really fun but he is a stubborn”

Sana tends to be very talkative, sometimes too much and can stay talking about the same thing for hours, but this time she has stopped early and as you turn to look at her you realice that her beautiful eyes are locked on yours, silently telling you that it’s your turn to talk.

Immediately you look at the camera and continue, ‘Well… as for sexual experience, I haven’t had much, barely 3-4 girls… But I’m sure we won’t disappoint them because Sana has had a lot of experience with both guys and girls, perhaps too much experience.’

Sana makes a gesture as if she hasn’t slept with too many people, as if you were just exaggerating.

‘I don’t have any fetishes to highlight, but…’

”Liar” Sana’s laughter fills the room as she laughs at your words.

‘Hey, I don’t have fetishes.’

‘Sure…’ Sana stops laughing and continues speaking, ‘I love fucking, I don’t care if it’s anal or not, I don’t care about the position, and I don’t care who dominates whom, I just want to be fucked with a good cock.’

You glance at her sideways, slightly surprised by her sincerity as she continues speaking.

‘As for sexual fantasies, Oppa here is quite a pervert, he has many fantasies and I know them well, but the best one is fucking a lesbian couple until they beg for more…’ Sana brings a finger to her lower lip while trying to remember something, ‘I think there was something else… You also want to breed one of them, right?’ She turns to you with a mischievous smile.

‘I told you to not talk about that.’

Noticing the slight annoyance in your expression, Sana lets out a small laugh and gives you a light tap on the shoulders, then placing her hand on your thigh.

‘As for me… maybe a double penetration, I’ve never done it before and it could feel really good.’

You are surprised to hear Sana say that. ”You never told me that, my cock isn't enough for you?”

Sana looks at you playfully and starts stroking your cock over your pants. ”Oppa… your cock is perfect and I love how it stretches me, but two are better than one, right?”

‘If you say so…’ Sana subtly leans in towards your lips while unzipping your jeans. ‘Come on, don’t be mad… what if we start with the other part of the video now?”

Sana presses her lips against yours and licks them, asking for permission to stick her tongue in. You immediately comply and start an intense kissing session with Sana, making your cock start to get harder and harder.

Sana’s tongue swirls with yours, occasionally moving away from your lips for a moment to plant quick kisses on your cheeks. While doing so, she continues to caress your bulge with her hands.

The kisses don’t end until Sana manages to pull down your jeans and underwear. Your cock springs out and Sana’s lips leave yours to approach your cock. She gives it a long lick from bottom to top and delicately grabs it to show it to the camera. ”Look at this tasty cock… It’s perfect for being in Lust House, isn’t it?”

You slide your hand down Sana’s back and start unbuttoning her dress. Meanwhile, Sana wraps her lips around the tip and begins to suck it, looking at the camera, hoping that those watching the video enjoy the show.

Sana moves away from your cock for a moment to help you, and once you’ve gotten rid of her dress, she focuses her attention on it again, covering it with kisses and licks. At the same time, you search for her pussy with your hands and discover how wet she is. ‘Babe… you’re wetter than usual.’

‘The camera turns me on…’ with that simple answer and a small moan as she feels your fingers caressing her clit, she plunges your cock into her mouth and starts sucking it with such dedication that you have to concentrate to not cum. You grab Sana’s hair and use it as a leash to control her rhythm while stroking her clit.

Her lips glide smoothly along your length while her expert tongue caresses every inch of your member. You feel pleasure building up inside you, every suction and every lick bringing you closer to your limit.

Skillfully, you slide two fingers inside her wet pussy, feeling her sharp moans muffled against your cock.

Sana intensifies her pace, her mouth enveloping your member with more force while her tongue caresses your glans with precision.

‘Baby… if you keep this up I’m going to…’ Sana interrupts you by devouring your entire length in one go and stops looking at the camera to give you the dirtiest look she can while she stays there, doing a deep throat.

Then, with a burst of ecstasy, you let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that envelops you, your body trembling with each spasm as you release your load into Sana’s mouth.

Sana stays there with her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of your seed flowing down her throat.

After a few seconds, Sana slowly releases your cock, letting it go with a ‘pop.’

‘As delicious as ever, Oppa.’ She strokes your cheek and then turns to the camera, sticking out her tongue to show that she has swallowed it all.

‘What do we do now…?’ Your cock is hard again after Sana’s performance and she notices. She takes the camera off the tripod and gets on all fours next to you, putting the camera in front of her so that her face is clearly visible. ‘Shut up and fuck me.’

You sigh and get up to position yourself behind Sana, kneeling on the sofa and bringing your cock to her two entrances. ‘Where do you want it?’

‘Do you think I care? Just put it in and…’ Her sentence is cut off by the loud moan that escapes from her lips, which is repeated over and over again every time you pull out and push your member back in her pussy. Sana writhes and her hips move towards you unconsciously while she shows the camera a face of pure lust that any man would pay to see.

While ensuring to drive her crazy with your cock, your hands roam her body to please her more, caressing her breasts with one hand while directing the other towards her face, taking advantage of one of her moans to stick a finger in her mouth and force her to suck it.

The girl who had dominated throughout the video is now unable to speak since that cock started splitting her inside.

But you weren’t any better than Sana, between her walls not stopping squeezing your cock and your girlfriend’s performance turning you on so much, you had no idea how you hadn’t filled her already on the third thrust, but there you were, holding on like a champion while you tore her apart.

Shortly after, you pull out your finger from her mouth and grab her arms, pulling her up a bit to bite her earlobe before whispering to her.

‘Does it feel good?’

With a lascivious smile, Sana responds stuttering, ‘Y-yes, Oppa… y-you can go harder if you want…’

You let her go and she falls onto the sofa, now firmly grabbing her hips and starting to push with all the strength and speed you can muster, ready to make a final sprint to bring her to orgasm and also cum yourself.

Over the next few minutes, what the camera captures is Sana’s face contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back and a smile of pure bliss on her face as you fuck her. You completely surrender to the frenzy of the moment, thrusting into Sana with determination and passion. Her moans fill the room, each one more intense than the last as you hold onto her tightly, feeling the heat of her body against yours.

Sana’s hands grip the sofa, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrenders completely to pleasure. Your thrusts become more frantic, more wild, driven by the desire to bring her to orgasm. And then Sana climaxes, screaming as her juices bathe your cock and push you to do the same.

“I’m going to…” You start to say, but Sana cuts you off with a weak voice, “Inside… Today’s a safe day…”

No more needs to be said. You impale your cock inside her, going as deep as you can and letting all your baby batter spill into her. Shortly after, you pull out your member, letting your seed slowly slide out of her pussy.

Sana blindly closes the video and, without changing position, she brings the camera closer to you, barely turning her head to look at you. “That was good, very good… could you go send them the video, please? I… I will stay here for a while.”

“Of course.” You take a few seconds to rest and then grab the camera, approaching her to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get dressed and send it.”

You grab your clothes and head to the bedroom, leaving your girlfriend to rest.

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A young uniformed girl enters a luxurious office; in the center sits a sultry woman staring at her computer, from which moans from what seems to be a sexual video can be heard.

“Boss.” The woman doesn’t even look up, attentively watching everything that happens in the video while the girl continues speaking.

“Miss Myoui and Miss Hirai have confirmed their attendance, I think this is enough for…”

“Jisoo.” The woman speaks with a serious and authoritative voice, and upon hearing her, Jisoo immediately falls silent and lowers her head. “I want these two to come as well, respond to them immediately and have them come.”

Young Jisoo nods and turns to leave the office, leaving the woman alone with the video.

[princessmaeee]

All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

Tags : @private-vampire - @rafesbunniebby - @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes. 

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket. 

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ? 

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money. 

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can. 

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55.  You smiled and answered him 

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have  any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake. 

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course.  -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up  to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod  your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next days goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of home school and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fought a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

[sunchyu]

Backseat — Jake.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[pairing]: jake × fem!reader.

[tags/warning]: smut, fluff, established relationship, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) dry humping, cowgirl, slightly breeding, creampie, slightly manhandling, teasing, begging, switch. please let me know if i missed a few things.

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The rain was pouring hard against the windshield. The wipers at maximum speed, yet the road was still barely noticeable. You try to hide your fear but Jake steal a quick side glance my way.

"It's raining a whole lot.. Maybe we should stop until it gets better?"

"We have reservation though.." You say talking about the hotel you both had, decided to stop at during the night before going on with our trip.

"I know but this is dangerous.. How about you check when it's supposed to stop" You take your phone out and realize that heavy rain is on for the whole night. Maybe he was right, stopping for the night was the right decision. The hotel was still over an hour away, but with this rain, it could take over two hours even more.

"Sure, whenever you see a gas station let's stop" The side of his lips pinch in a small smile and without turning his eyes from the road, his hand comes to lightly rub your thigh.

"A night in the car, how exciting uh?"

"Sure~" You try to sound excited, but heavy rain was never your forte. After about ten minutes of driving, he finally pulls into a gas station. You look around and look pretty deserted. "Jeez, it's closed, usually gas station are open 24h aren't they?"

"Maybe it's abandoned?"

"Don't play Jake.. You're gonna get scared by your own game.." You say knowing damn well that this kid would cry at the idea of abandoned gas station. You squint your eyes and actually.. "Actually.. You might be right, some windows are broken and the main door is closed off."

"Are you for real?"

"It's not a big deal come on just park over there and let's get in the back of the car. I'm tired." You see his eyes hesitating between where you show him to park and the abandoned building.

"I don't know it looks dangerous.."

"I'll cuddle the shit out of you"

"Ok we can park here" You laugh at his sudden change of behaviour as he gets to the parking spot You've said earlier. It was under a barely lit light. Once parked, you get in the backseat easily however it becomes a struggle when it's his turn with his awkwardly talk body.

"You ok?" You try not to laugh too much at his position.

"Ye—Yes.." He gives you one last push and he's sitting at the backseat with you. "Alright.. Let's bring those down. I think there's a blankets in the back." You take the blankets he talking about while he starts bringing the seats down making the backseat more spacious and looking actually somewhat cozy.

"No pillows though.." You pout a bit but he just smiles and lays down with the blankets.

"Right here ~" He shows his torso and you laugh lightly as you join him. You put your head on his torso feeling cozy already. The rain was tapping down on the windows, you was quick to close your eyes and drift to sleep.

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Your eyes open slightly, the first thing you see is the car door. You had probably shifted in your sleep. Jake is now spooning you. You bring up your watch, and the time lights up showing "3:27 am" ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"Only?" You whine a bitㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"What's wrong?" You hear his raspy sleepy voice behind you, his breath on your neck that send shivers down your spine. Your eyes slightly open up, surprised by effects his simple words had on you.

"No—Nothing, I just saw it's only 3:30 am, I thought it would be later in the morning."

"You're not sleep anymore?" A familiar shiver goes now your spine again this time a bit more intense, his voice still raspy and deep. "It's still raining hard, we can't go back on the road now."

"I know I'll just try to sleep." You close your eyes, but after moving around a little you realize how hard it is to fall asleep back. You sigh a little and try to ignore the very much obvious heat present between your legs. You try to brush it off but any kind of friction makes it worst. This was just the worst time to be horny.

"Y/N, you've be squirming for the past ten minutes are you okay?" His deep voice resonates in your head, but it only becomes worst when his arms around your waist brings you flush against him. "Hum.. Y/N?"

"Yes?" You say in a weak voice

"Are you wet?" Your cheeks start to heat up. You had no idea how wet you was, but you wasn't expecting to be wet enough for him to feel it that easily through the clothes.

"Mhm.. I'm fine." You blur out, Your voice more shaky than you wanted it to be.

"Are you really?" His arm around you snakes down between your legs and he shamelessly deep his middle finger in your pants feeling your drenched clothed core. You directly moan lightly which was completely out of control. "I don't think you are." He cooes in your neck, his voice not raspy as before. Which mean he was awake and ready to tease. His finger start to form slow but intense circle around your heat making you soon a moaning mess under him.

"Ja—Jake~" His name escape your lips in relief. The more you move your hips, the more you could feel him getting hard against you. You could feel his length against your lower back and at this point you wanted to have it inside of you. "Please Jake~"

"What is it?" You was usually the dominant one in the bedroom. Jake had his moments, but he never made you ask for anything like that before.

"I want it, please~" You whine the heat in your core only getting more and more intense. You was so close but you know that you wouldn't be able to come with only his finger.

"What is it that you want baby."

"You to be inside me.." You say shyly, his hand leaves your pants which makes you whine but soon his arms take you so you can straddle him. You can finally see his face with the faint light from outside. His lips are red and parted as if he's been biting them. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust, and his hair are against his forehead all messy. You whimper lightly at the view, your eyebrows meeting in a worried expression. His hand are firmly on your hips and he grinds himself slowly against your core as if he's torturing himself more than you.

"Fuck.." The slur leaves his lips and your core throbs. Finally, he let you lightly bring your hips up so he can take his pants and boxers down under his knees. In the process, you quick to take your own pants and panties off. You take your shirt off and before you lower yourself, you grab the hem of his shirt . He gets the message and takes it off before directly having his hands on your naked hips. You lower and take him at his base. You suddenly feel his tip against your core and you shiver. It felt like last time you felt him was forever ago.

You lower yourself slowly on him. Your core is so wet you directly take him all in. He automatically closes his eyes, his lips lightly parted and quivering at the sensation. You stay sitting on him for a minute to get used to him. Your head on his lower abdomen. However, soon his hands and hips indicate you that he wants you to move. You start slowly moving up and down his length. You can perfectly feel him against your walls, every part of him is fitting so perfectly. His hips start to meet your thrust wanting to get more sensation. The windows start to fog up and pearls of sweat started decorating his body and yours.

"Shit Y/N.." He says concentrated on our connection. He then looks up and sees your hooded eyes that haven't really left any of his facial features. Observing every little detail and little movement his lips are doing. How his eyes go from open to shut tight in seconds. "Aren't you enjoying this a bit too much?" He smiles, the extremities of his lips becoming pointy.

"Maybe~" You stop your thrust and start grinding yourself against him. You can feel him deep, and his hands start making you grind harder and faster. His fingers almost bruising your flesh, and veins popping out on his forearms. "Fuuck.." You start shaking and before you really wanted it, you jerk your head back as your orgasm washing over you out of nowhere.

"Ah!.. Y/N." He moans deeply and comes deep inside as surprised as you by your sudden pulsating heat around his length. "Shiiit.." Your last moans mixing together filling the small space up with the lewd noises.

You raise yourself, letting him come out of you and feel his release come out of you slowly slightly dripping on his lower abdomen. You try to catch your breath before you can clean everything up. Once our clothes back on, You're back next to him in his arms.

"I don't think we've ever finished that fast." He says still lightly out of breath.

"Yeah, I can't tell if that was amazing or pathetic." We both laugh together.

"Maybe it's because we haven't done it in so long" He says with a bit sadness in his voice. Lately both of you been hectic with each other personal life and jobs.

"Probably, good thing we have a whole weekend ahead of us~"

© sunchyu

[pardonmydelays]

clancy tour, łødź 2025 - essay by pøppy

[warning: the essay is written in three parts, because i wanted to describe all three days we spent in łódź. if you only want to read about my concert experience, that's part two. feel free to just skip the first day. or read the whole thing. i don't care.]

[025 04MOON 08 - DAY ONE]

if there's one thing i'm constantly thinking about, it's definitely the clique. i've been walking around my own city in my diy sahlo folina jacket for god knows how long now, and i've never met a single person who would recognize it. well, maybe there are no clikkies in poland after all? wrong. there's more than you could ever think of. but i didn't know that, and bel didn't know either, so imagine how exciting and surprising it must have been for us to see so many of them on our train to łódź. you can tell. you can always tell, because every person has at least one piece of... well, tøp coded something? i can't really call the red tape a part of merch (or can i...?). but anyway. red tape everywhere. so imagine: a whole carriage full of clikkies and we are all on our way to see those two idiots from columbus, ohio. insane.

we arrived around noon and we still had plenty of time to waste (the concert was supposed to be tomorrow), so we obviously went to eat something and grab some coffee. in mcdonald's we saw a girl in skeleton hoodie and i will probably remember her for the rest of my life, just because every clikkie is like a family to me.

after that we decided to go to the arena to see if they have any billboards with boys there, but also, we wanted to check if what we've heard before was true: clikkies already started forming the fan line... to our surprise, over ten people were already there, and it was literally more than 24h before the concert (y'all are crazy btw). panic. panic and calculation. panic, because we had a plan, but the plan was kinda ruined now, we just didn't expect them to show up this early. calculation, because if ten people are already there and it's literally 1pm, do we still have a chance to get our wristbands around 5am tomorrow? much to think about...

so the rest of the afternoon was pretty much the most stressful event of our lives, because we were trying to relax a bit at the hotel (while watching pretty much all their music videos, because we had a tv there), but it wasn't easy. i kept refreshing twitter for any kind of information about the queue. 120 people after 7pm. again, panic. we need a new plan. we couldn't really sleep and we basically got up in the middle of the night. i checked twitter once again. somebody said people stopped showing up, so we decided to go back to sleep for one more hour. 3:50, we're at the bus stop, on our way to the arena, freezing. according to twitter, 280 people are already there. we arrived after 4am and we finally got our numbers - 318 for bel and 319 for me. we're home.

okay, now what? now we wait in the cold till 8am for the official wristbands from the team. we spent some of this time singing saturday, a few clikkies complimented our jackets, one little girl who remembered us from the train found us there and gave us friendship bracelets (bel picked sai and i picked truce, because i was singing "the sun will rise and we will try again" while waiting for the sun to finally show up, because, again, it was so damn cold that night), then somehow we formed a group of five people and we basically adopted the funniest and the most chaotic girl we've ever met. the team was late (like. two hours late), so we got our wristbands around 10am and it was time to finally go back to the hotel to get some rest, eat something and get ready for the show. we were exhausted, yeah, but it was all worth it.

[025 04MOON 09 - THE SHOW]

we came back to the arena around 4pm, all dressed up and with our new bandito friend. we actually formed the same group, all five of us, and one of our new friends was playing twenty one pilots songs on kazoo this whole time and we were supposed to guess the track. so much fun.

there is also one thing that everybody knows for sure: clikkies are the most creative and talented people on planet earth. i'm still super proud of our outfits, but i just wanted to mention that every single person looked absolutely incredible. i love you, clikkies.

so we're finally there. exhausted, but alive. and we can't believe how close we actually are. we knew our view was going to be sick, but damn, this was even better than we expected. the support band, balu brigada, was absolutely amazing. i guess i understand now why they were picked. they finished, it's quiet, now we wait.

8:45pm. "what's your eta?", we hear tyler's voice. "2 minutes!", we yell back. my stomach hurts and i'm sweating.

trust me when i tell you that you can watch thousands of livestreams of the same show and you may think you are well prepared, but the truth is, you're not ready for what's coming. hearing the first notes of overcompensate, screaming "i created this world to feel some control (...)" with the entire arena, first time seeing josh on the drums... i cannot even describe this feeling. goosebumps. tears in my eyes. head empty, just them. i'm home, i'm home, i'm home...

then all of a sudden a motherfucking cat jumps out from behind the piano. i recognize this kitty. tyler joseph. i wish i could say something entirely different about the first time i saw him that night, but my very first thought was "he's so smol, this cat" and "his dancing is even funnier in real life oh my god". i promise i'm not making fun of him, it's adorable actually.

before the show i had a dilemma: do i want to record videos or do i want to be present in the moment? turns out you can do both. multitasking at its finest. so i recorded tyler's jump and i also had so much fun seeing it with my own eyes (i was basically just holding my phone in the air, i wasn't watching the show through the screen, i was just zooming sometimes but i was mostly focused on what was happening on stage, so that's why most of the photos are blurry but some of them accidentally turned out perfect, somehow).

holding on to you. crowd stand. tyler is so close to us i can barely breathe. he's so tiny, tiny kitty with his sick microphone. and he's rapping. holding on to you is one of my favourite songs, because i'm a basic bitch. he's back on stage. hoty backflip. joshua william dun, i love you. the transition to vignette. i scream so loud, i don't even know what's happening. where do i go from here?! neil banging out the tunes. little kitty on the floor with his little cat piano. oh god. i'm home. car radio. disappearing trick. little guy clancy shows up... higher than we expected. sick dude. face reveal. tyler joseph is not bald, and thank god, he's fluffier than ever. am i really here? what is happening???

the judge. i can finally start breathing, because here's a fan video mark recorded outside the arena before the show. everybody looks amazing. it's one of my favourite parts of the show, because we are included and it's awesome. we sing the first verse of the judge, the chorus, now tyler shows up. i can finally see his face, because he took off the clancy mask. and, oh god, he's even more beautiful in real life.

the thing about me is that i was never the biggest fan of cut my lip, i like it, sure, but it's not my favourite song. however, it is my sister's favourite, so i promised her a video. and thank god i did, because i accidentally recorded everything tyler said to us. first of all, he was actually making fun of josh's outfit and the entire interaction between boys was super cute. second of all, he learned to pronounce the name of our city, and since łódź sounds very similar to "would ya (just without the a)", he had to make fun of it as well (he actually said "łódź ya? uwu" which was definitely not on my bingo card, but oh well). he also said he loves poland, but what else is new (łódź is the new columbus. just move here already).

i'm not going to post any videos here, but look at my ukulele boy.

moving on.

the craving. i already want to cry, because i absolutely love all jenna's songs. tear in my heart. super fun. i love how silly and aggressive he always gets during the bridge. backslide. everybody shut up, it's my song. bel, start recording right fucking now. the motherfucking chair. tyler joseph what the fuck are you doing. close your legs. the chorus. i want to cry. i can't believe i'm here. kinda wishing that i never did saturday. shut up tyler. again, what is he doing. the emotional ending. THE SCREAM. backslide, backslide, backslide... i wanna give him a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. actually i want to hug the song. i don't know.

shy away is super fun, thank you for the scream. heathens. you know what that means. the transition from heathens to next semester is my favourite thing in the world and i also promised bel to record next semester for her, so that's what i'm doing. the end of the song. tyler is not moving. what is going on. is this part of the lore, is he pretending to be a statue, is he posing for a photo, who the fuck knows. the song ends. bel is crying. i feel so happy, because she gets it. we're home.

routines in the night means we're slowly moving to the b stage. i still know nothing about the bomb tyler is going to drop on us later, so i just enjoy the song. we're actually far from b stage, but that's okay. routines is fun, we are vibing. the end of the song. tyler is playing the piano. he suddenly stops. some guy standing next to us yells at him: "DON'T". "i like you guys", tyler says. "i'd like to tell you something real quick", he starts. my stomach hurts. i want to throw up and i'm sweating. i know something is coming, i just don't know what, but i unlock my phone and i start recording.

nothing ever prepares you for this kind of announcement. it's fun to see it on your screen while watching livestreams, sure. but experiencing something like this live stays with you forever. "we would like to announce here in poland that we are gonna officially release the demo version of doubt". what the actual fuck. what the actual fuck. "we're gonna play it right now". what. "i'm just kidding. we're just releasing it. we don't know how to play it." oh. you think you're so funny tyler.

i can't exactly remember if the announcement was before or after the line. either way the line live sounds absolutely amazing. tyler is killing it. his voice sounds so soft i want to kill myself actually. moving on to mulberry street. the flashlight game is always super fun, but looks even better when you're actually there. mul-berry-street. sogoodtoseeyou. "alright, save your battery", tyler says. the song ends. lore time.

the amount of people who were actually surprised when they saw torchie and clancy walking to the stage side by side literally shocked me. i thought everyone saw the show at least once on a grainy livestream. anyway. when dema started burning, people were screaming "YEAH!!!", it was actually incredible. yes, burn it to the ground, boys! everybody cheered.

hearing navigating live is something so personal actually. imagine screaming your tumblr url at the top of your lungs with the entire arena. fun times. at the beginning of it tyler looks so happy. i think he's smiling. he loves the song now, we changed it for him. the bridge. i think tyler is crying, his voice is shaking. my poor baby. i love you navigating, i love you tyler joseph, i love you i love you i love you.

nico and the niners/heavydirtysoul. dema visuals are actually sick. i am so normal about the lore. hahaha. no i'm not. anyway. my blood. it was never my favourite, but i love this song now. "if you find yourself in a lion's den i'll jump right in and pull my pin... in poooooland". i love you tyler. i'm going to jump off a cliff.

the end of the song. i think i know the setlist. i think i know what's coming next. the lights go out. everything is red. tyler is just sitting on the floor. he's wearing the skeleton mask. i can feel my heart in my throat. suddenly i'm too hot, i can't breathe, i'm sweating, i want to cry. what is going on. this is not on the setlist, what is happening. what. what?!

doubt demo. oh, for fuck's sake.

this is the kind of thing that stays with you forever, like i said. this motherfucker not only announced the song here in poland, they also decided to perform it here for the first time. how am i supposed to recover from that. people died. i am people. i am very very dead right now. y'all are invited to my funeral by the way.

it's official now. doubt demo is the new polish national anthem. it is ours now. i don't make the rules.

the transition from guns for hands to lavish is something that should be illegal. but anyway. i'm emotional now. guns for hands might be one of the most important songs ever. we cry. welcome to the new way of living... stupid fucking sunglasses. capri suns spotted in the pit. jOsH iS sHiRtLeSs. tyler is sooooo happy about it, apparently. i can't blame him. bel takes the best picture of the boys i've ever seen. i record the entire song. the wedding. hashtag joshler is real. josh is throwing the boquet his t-shirt at some guy, we're gonna find him later. tyler is dancing macarena. lavish live is a gift for society. we don't deserve it. take all my money. this is the best day of my life.

ride. somebody throws four pokemon plushies on stage. they are for tommy, tyler's son. it's his birthday, so we sing happy birthday for him, but in polish. tyler is confused and he doesn't know what to do, so he's just improvising. he kicks out two of them. the other two can stay. good. now he sings with this little girl named laura (or "naura" if you wish). he compliments her shirt with ned. she says nothing. he's being adorable about it. the lore again.

the ukulele during paladin strait sounds so lovely in real life i'm actually going to pass out. i need tyler to hit me in the head. josh's vocals. what the fuck. i can't be alone, guess i never told you so... making my way towards you. the bridge. the bridge. the bridge. tyler is still singing paladin, while josh is singing bandito. i'm going to die. we're all going to die. what in the lore... josh on the platform. i cry. he's so close. i don't even pay attention to tyler anymore. they finish first part of the song. the birds are chirping. the most unexpected thing happens: the entire arena is singing leave the city and i think i'm going to die, because this was my biggest dream. all flashlights on. "in time i will leave the city, for now i will stay alive...", we keep repeating. i have tears in my eyes. i love you clikkies. we did it. this is the best thing that ever happened. what the fuck. the sound of ukulele comes back. on the ground are banditos, fighting while i find nico... the song is almost finished. so few, so proud, so emotional. hello clancy. now jumpsuit. "THE COAT", i scream.

and jumpsuit is actually insane. trench visuals? yellow petals falling from the ceiling? the motherfucking coat? the energy? this is one of my favourite songs. i take some of the best pictures i've ever taken. one of them will be my lockscreen pic. i will never change it. this is sick. what am i even doing here.

tyler is taking off the coat. midwest indigo. it's fun, we're vibing. stressed out. if stressed out has no fans, it means i'm dead etc. the visuals are sick. tyler in red beanie. bel is going insane. josh is singing too. this version is sick. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck.

trees.

red circle on the fucking floor. you know what that means.

everyone always says that trees in the pit with the band is a religious experience and they are actually right. you cannot even describe it. you just have to be there. and holy fuck, i'm actually here right now. in the pit. so close to tyler and he's so pretty. what the fuck. we start to sing. i want to cry. "moooooooy death" is still alive. it makes me so happy. here we, here we, here we fucking go. tyler splashes some water on me. this will be my biggest flex for the rest of forever. the last part of the song is fucking insane. i want to record it, but i also want to fully experience it so i just hold my phone in the air and it's the most chaotic trees video you've ever seen. i can barely breathe, i'm sweating, confetti falls into my mouth and i don't know what's going on anymore, but i've never felt happier. i want to know you, i want to see, i want to say... hello.

i love you trees. i love you forever.

unfortunately that was the last song. but we managed to steal some confetti from the pit. we also found the guy in josh's t-shirt. we took the photos with the bishops outside the arena. and we were going back to the hotel during fucking snowstorm around 1am, completely exhausted. insane.

but if you think this is the end... well. does it sound like the end?

[025 04MOON 10 - THE MORNING AFTER]

here we, here we, here we fucking go... it's all i can hear in my head when i wake up.

you can't really call it post concert depression. it was different this time. it was the best day of our lives and i actually woke up happier than ever. i got to experience all of this with my best friend and not just because she wanted to go there with me, but because these boys are also her favourite band now (trust me, guys, it's different to go with someone who actually gets it).

they saved our lives in ways they will never know.

but it's not just about music. it's about community and finding the reason to stay alive.

we got matching tattoos. cøver me for me, cøvering you for bel. we showed them to this girl we met at the restaurant when we were waiting for our bus. she was sitting alone, but we invited her to sit with us. we're all one big family after all, clikkies. it's insane, because i always describe myself as the biggest introvert. but i love all of them. every single person i interacted with during those three days, you will remain forever in my heart.

and i can't help but think now: everything that happened in my life just because i decided to join this fandom, if this isn't the reason to stay alive, i don't know what is. all these friends i've made along the way, the music that helped me make sense of who i actually am, knowing that i truly belong somewhere, because in trench i'm not alone... i will cherish it forever.

we've made it this far, kid. thank you for reading my thoughts. thank you for being my friend. thank you, thank you, thank you.

it's a cycle. now let's stay alive long enough to experience this again. and again and again.

⊬

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍊Like the sky

Title from 24H (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Seungkwan did not want to be always thought of as the kid that puked on the plane next to Na PD. That ship - plane? - had sailed and sunk, though, along with Seungkwan’s dignity. 

CW: emeto

Sickie: Seungkwan Caretakers: Jeonghan + DK/Seokmin + Na PD

Seungkwan was excited. How could he not be? They were flying to Italy of all places. He had never been to Europe before and neither had the members. That alone was more than enough to make him forgive Na PD that they were dragged from their hotel rooms in the middle of the night.

It was really refreshing to navigate an airport without fans swarming them, after all not even the group and most of their managers had known about the flight times being fake. Even the transfer in Incheon (except for Mingyu’s lost and found passport) had been relaxed. Seungkwan still could barely believe that they were doing “Youth over flowers” - or “Nana Tour” as they called it - even as he told his eomma about it, minutes before their flight to Incheon had taken off. 

It was starting to sink in when he sat down in his middle row seat between Vernon and Na PD in the airplane to Rome. While most of the members were exhausted after the concerts and the lack of sleep, Seungkwan couldn’t feel more awake. While Vernon fell asleep next to him, Seungkwan started chatting with Na PD.

Yet by the time lunch was handed out by the flight attendants, Seungkwan was starting to feel tired. He had been in the group celebrating after the concert after all, together with Mingyu, Joshua, Dino and Hoshi. And while most of the others had napped, Seungkwan had stayed awake during the flights. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep, he was just too excited and anxious about their time in Italy.

Vernon woke up by himself from the noise of food getting handed out - or maybe it was just his intuitive sense whenever food was around - and he dug in, clearly very hungry. Seungkwan, for some reason, did not feel hungry at all. He stirred the bibimbap around half-heartedly but couldn’t find it in himself to take more than a bite. It tasted good, but he … well, he felt weird. Off. He couldn’t place it. Maybe he was just tired.

But as he leaned back, intending on rest, sleep still wouldn’t come. No matter how much he tossed and turned, he couldn’t feel comfortable. Maybe it was the motion of the plane? It wasn’t like Seungkwan to dislike planes, per se, but right now he felt the motor whirring to an extreme. 

Restlessness overcame him and he pushed the button to get his seat upright again, taking his earphones off. Maybe moving around a bit would help. They had been trapped on the plane for some hours now after all.

“Oh, Seungkwan”, Na PD said surprised, looking over. The producer had been working on his laptop doing one thing or another, but now he focused on the maknae-line member again. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

“I did. I do”, Seungkwan admitted, running his fingers through his hair. On his other side, Vernon ignored their conversation, focused on his movie. “I guess I am still on too much adrenaline for that. Can you let me through? I want to walk around a bit, stretch my legs, you know.”

“Yeah, hold on”, Na PD agreed, letting Seungkwan slip past him into the aisle. 

Seungkwan smiled to himself a bit as he wandered down the aisle. In the row in front of his, Dino, Hoshi and Jeonghan were all knocked out asleep. He had seen Dino eat but he was pretty sure that Hoshi, after all his alcohol consumption the previous night, and Jeonghan, always so tired after concerts, had not woken up for lunch. He made a mental note to make sure they ate dinner at least.

He spotted Joshua completely engrossed by a movie on his phone, while Jun was asleep in the middle seat next to a manager. Further in the front, Seokmin took off his headphones as he saw Seungkwan walk past. Next to him, Mingyu was passed out, mouth open and slightly snoring. 

“Hey, Kwannie”, Seokmin said with a wide grin, “I still can’t believe we’re going to Italy together.”

“Me neither”, Seungkwan replied, leaning against the side of Mingyu’s seat. “Manager-nim, how could you betray us like that?”

The manager next to Seokmin laughed. “Don’t whine, Seungkwan-ah. You all wanted a surprise, after all. It worked well, didn’t it?”

“True. Anyways, I will leave you to your devices. I don’t wanna wake Mingyu-hyung and I do want to stretch my legs.”

“Ha, don’t care about Mingyu. He just woke up for lunch and fell asleep again. If he sleeps the whole flight away he won’t be able to sleep tonight when we arrive. In Rome.”

“In Rome”, Seungkwan agreed, “wow, I still can’t believe it. It’s gonna be amazing. Enjoy your movie.”

Seungkwan walked down to the front of the plane, where in the first row Woozi, Minghao and Wonwoo sat. Well, Minghao sat. Woozi and Wonwoo were asleep. Minghao looked up at Seungkwan and waved, taking off his earphone on one ear.

“Seungkwan-ah, what’s up?”

“Just stretching my legs. I feel weird, cagey. Restless. I think I’m just nervous for Italy”, Seungkwan said. “How about you?”

“Well, currently, bored out of my mind”, Minghao replied, rolling his eyes. “I feel like I watched everything already. And my seat mates are … not helpful.”

“Woozi-hyung again asleep the whole flight?”, Seungkwan asked with a laugh. It was well known that Woozi would sleep through any travels if they let him. They couldn’t blame him, he always worked so hard and rest was difficult to come by at some points in his life, especially before tours. So of course he would take any chance he could get to sleep.

“I don’t think he realized how tired he was until he basically passed out the moment he sat down. I actually had to tuck him in.” The dancer shook his head fondly. “Wonwoo-hyung betrayed me after lunch. I think the only thing that helped him stay awake before was the thought of food.”

Seungkwan laughed again. “Maybe get some rest yourself then. Italy is gonna be fun but exhausting too, I believe.”

“Yeah, I will. Try to sleep too, Kwannie. You’re looking really pale and tired.”

With a last wave, Seungkwan walked on, finding the bathroom occupied. No matter. He rounded the middle row in the front where the flight attendants were standing and preparing another drinks cart. There was where he really noticed the shaking of the plane under his feet, causing him to stumble a bit. Nevertheless, he pushed on, set on at least walking up to their row and maybe around again. 

First, however, bathroom. 

The bathroom on the other side of the aisle luckily was free, so he slipped inside, cursing as he stumbled again. What was wrong with him? The lights of the bathroom weren’t even that bright but suddenly they seemed blinding.

Maybe he would just walk back to his seat and sleep after all. Exhaustion hit him like a truck.

He exited the bathroom and walked back, down the other side of the aisle, passing a sleeping front row, Seokmin waving at him, Joshua still staring at his phone but this time with drooping eyes and another sleeping row of members. Without looking up from his phone, Vernon moved his legs to the side, letting Seungkwan crash into his middle seat. 

Seungkwan put his earphones in again and leaned back, though not yet reclining his seat. He took out his phone and put on his comfort playlist. Then, the helpless phone-addict he was, instead of putting his phone away, he opened his gallery and scrolled through his photos. He instantly missed Seungcheol when he spotted the group picture they had taken after the first concert night. It took some time until he could pull himself away from his phone and even by then he couldn’t sleep.

He felt incredibly tired and yet something kept him from entering dreamland. There was a weird feeling in his stomach, one he couldn’t place at all. Well, he didn’t want to place. Because it felt distinctly like nausea. 

Seungkwan wasn’t as prone to motion sickness as other members (cough, Jeonghan, cough, Jun, cough, Woozi, cough, Minghao, cough, Vernon) but flights somehow did it for him. Especially when he was overly tired after concerts and had not slept for quite some time. Which … which fit his situation like a lid on a pot. Surely his late night activities had not helped at all. 

But that couldn't be happening. Not when he was trapped between squeamish Vernon and friendly, but still a stranger and a respected sunbaenim, Na PD. Not when he was looking so much forward to Europe. Not when he had taken his motion sickness meds just in case.

… damn, he had not taken them. He had packed them into his bag at the hotel. The bag that had been taken from him, as bags were not allowed in the program. And in the heat of the moment he had forgotten to take them with him.

If now was not the time but think this, when was? Fuck my life. 

Seungkwan was screwed.

💎

The more he thought about it, the more nauseous and dizzy Seungkwan felt.

His stomach rolled uncomfortably and he was feeling so overheated, he had already rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt as much as possible. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to inflict the dizziness of open eyes upon himself. 

If he was honest, he hoped that walking around would help him feel better. Sometimes it did. Sitting down made the motion of the plane even worse. 

But in a strange fit of nervousness, he didn’t feel comfortable disturbing Vernon or Na PD again with wanting to pass them. Vernon was half-asleep, as far as Seungkwan had noticed and Na PD seemed to be fighting sleep as well. Seungkwan would give so much right now for the possibility of sleep.

He placed his hand on his stomach and nervously opened his eyes. The black screen in front of him mirrored his patheticness back at him. Seungkwan had to swallow as his own reflection seemed to tilt away. Looking down at the amenity pouch in the net below the TV was an airsickness bag taunting him. Seungkwan looked up instantly, feeling like the sight of it made his nausea actually worse. 

No, it was not the bag at all. He really was not doing well. His mouth started to feel dry and it was then that Seungkwan knew he had lost the battle that had not yet even begun. 

“Hansollie”, he whispered, shaking his best friend’s knee carefully.

Vernon opened his eyes, a bit annoyed but softened when he saw Seungkwan. “You okay?”, he mouthed.

“Yeah”, Seungkwan lied, not willing to make Vernon worry over something that had not yet happened, “I just need to use the bathroom. I think I drank a bit too much water, sorry.”

In all honesty he hadn’t been able to even entertain the thought of swallowing water for some time now but Vernon didn’t need to know that either.

“It’s fine”, Vernon replied and made space for Seungkwan to pass through, “if I fall asleep before you come back, just wake me.”

This time, as he hurried down the aisle, he ignored the members trying to talk to him, if there were any. He didn’t know. The only thing he was focused on was reaching the bathroom in time. 

But as he reached the door he found the occupation symbol on “locked”. Oh no. He stumbled a step back until he hit the opposite wall, pressing a hand to his mouth. This was terrible. He wasn’t sure if he could round the aisle again in time and beside, there was another passenger - an older gentleman who had been terribly confused by the members - heading to it now. 

Seungkwan couldn’t help the slight whimper as his throat tightened and his mouth began to salivate. The nausea was ever present now, unable to be pushed aside for anything. Seungkwan was sure if the person inside didn’t open the door in the next minute he’d throw up right there in the aisle of the plane. The thought alone nearly brought tears to his eyes.

He contemplated waking one of the members in the front row, but with the side of the aisle he was on, he would only be able to reach Woozi - who would not wake easily now that he was asleep. And there was nothing they could do anyways.

Suddenly. The lock clicked and the door opened, showing Seokmin.

“Seungkwan?”, the older vocalist asked, confused, when he saw him, but the maknae was running out of time. 

“Move”, he gasped, going so far to pull Seokmin into the aisle and push past him. He didn’t even manage to make it to the toilet. Sick sprayed from between his fingers as he leaned over the sink, gagging and retching and crying. 

“Oh. Oh. Kwannie”, Seokmin whispered, stunned. Right, the door was still open.

Seungkwan couldn’t answer him, too preoccupied with turning himself inside out. He retched, actually feeling the huge wave of vomit coming up his throat before it splattered into the poor sink that was definitely not made for being puked into. Already it was clogging. Seokmin, too, realized.

One of his hands reached for Seungkwan’s back, gently turning the violently sick member towards the toilet in a moment of respite. With their changed positions Seokmin was even able to close the door behind himself for which Seungkwan was so endlessly thankful.

His knees buckled with the next strain of vomiting and carefully Seokmin guided him to the floor. If Seungkwan hadn’t felt disgusting before, he would have started then. Kneeling in a public bathroom, an airplane bathroom even worse, was without doubt the most revolting thing Seungkwan had ever done. Just the thought sent more vomit up into the metal bowl below him.

“Kwannie. Kwannie”, Seokmin whispered, rubbing his back and using his other hand to hold Seungkwan up by his shoulder, “breathe. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

Slowly, very slowly, Seungkwan’s stomach calmed down. He spat into the toilet below him and after a few moments he felt well enough to lean back into the comforting embrace of the older vocalist. Seokmin rubbed his shoulder and pressed a kiss to Seungkwan’s temple. 

“What’s happening?”, he asked gently, reaching up to flush the mess away, “did you feel sick earlier too? Are you hungover?”

Seungkwan shook his head, flushing in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if being hungover would be preferable to being airsick. Maybe. At least he would only have himself to blame.

“I didn’t get to take my motion sickness meds.”

“That explains it.” Seokmin sighed. “Alright, do you feel well enough to go back to your seat? I don’t think staying here will help.”

Seungkwan could only nod in agreement and with Seokmin’s help he managed to stand up, more or less. His vision swirled and he nearly would have fallen if his hyung didn’t wrap a strong arm around his waist. “I got you, Kwannie.”

When they stepped outside after cleaning up they were greeted by a worried flight attendant who mustered Seungkwan up and down before giving him a slight smile. “Not feeling so good, huh?”

“Sorry”, Seungkwan managed, hanging his head. If he wasn’t already so hot from the nausea he was sure his face would be burning with humiliation right now.

“It happens”, she said, “sit down, I’ll get you some airsickness bags and some ginger ale. Do you want some motion sickness pills too?”

“Thank you so much”, Seokmin said, “please, that would be so helpful.”

💎

It was a bit awkward to walk down the aisle together and Seungkwan swore he could feel the eyes of all passengers on him at his walk of shame. It didn’t help that he had to hold onto Seokmin to stay upright, vision swirling and disorienting him.

Minghao was watching them with worry as they passed, as did Wonwoo. They must have woken up from the commotion after all. Seeing how pitiful Seungkwan looked, guessing what had happened wasn’t hard.

“Airsick?”, Wonwoo immediately concluded. Seungkwan didn’t have the strength to reply, more focused on staying upright. He felt Seokmin nod behind him more than he saw. 

Minghao reached over the still sleeping Woozi to gently squeeze Seungkwan’s hand. “Feel better soon. If you need anything, let us know. I will even face Woozi-hyung’s wrath if I have to wake him to help you.”

Seungkwan couldn’t help but giggle wetly. It was always a bit funny when Woozi tried yelling at one of the members (not that he would ever admit that, he liked living, thank you very much), his height just making it look cute. Especially if Mingyu was his victim, then it was just funny to see the taller member basically shrink away, despite their size difference, intimidated. 

“Thanks”, he whispered. 

Seokmin ushered him along the aisle, stopping when they arrived at the row he shared with a manager and the now awake Mingyu, who looked concerned but also a bit weary. He too wasn't a fan of vomit, like Vernon, so Seungkwan couldn't blame him.

The older vocalist quickly informed the worried manager about the situation but firmly told him they had it under control and would take care of Seungkwan themselves. Seungkwan was thankful - while the members were all tired and deserved their sleep - he couldn’t imagine getting taken care of by a manager. 

They walked past Joshua, who was now definitely asleep while holding his phone still playing his movie, and Jun, still sleeping. 

It seemed like Jeonghan and Hoshi had either been woken up by Seungkwan’s earlier hasty escape from his seat or on their own. No matter what, they looked incredibly worried when Seungkwan and Seokmin approached. Seungkwan wasn’t sure what tipped them off that something was wrong but maybe it was his … everything. Jeonghan instantly stood up as soon as they were close, opening his arms. Seungkwan took a step forward and fell into his second-oldest hyung’s arms. 

“Hannie-hyung”, he whispered, clutching the back of Jeonghan’s shirt and pressing his face into his front to hide himself from the world and the ever present dizziness. “I don’t feel good.”

“Seungkwannie”, Jeonghan mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of Seungkwan’s head. “You threw up?”

Seungkwan nodded against his chest.

“Are you hungover or airsick or sick sick?”, Hoshi asked, patting Seungkwan’s arm from where he could barely reach him.

“Airsick, I think”, Seungkwan replied.

“Aish, Kwannie”, Hoshi said, “did the meds not help this time?”

“I didn’t take them.”

“Why would you not?” Jeonghan sounded curious and confused at the same time. “You know how you get on long flights.”

“I know, I know. It's just the … the meds were in my bag.”

Instantly he felt Jeonghan stiffen in anger. It wasn’t the show’s fault, nobody’s fault, it had just been a bad row of decisions. Yet, Jeonghan looked ready to burn something or someone to the ground. Sure, Seungkwan understood where he was coming from and they all knew how overprotective he could be, but he didn’t want a fuss. And he most certainly didn’t want Jeonghan to yell at poor Na PD, who he was eyeing already. 

“Hyung”, Seungkwan said, tugging at Jeonghan’s hand, “I just want to sleep. Stay with me?”

“Of course, baby”, Jeonghan said, his anger leaving instantly. “Aish, what are we going to do with you?” His eyes narrowed on DK. “Seokminnie, have you slept during the flight?”

Seokmin’s eyes widened in return and he shook his head.

“Sit”, Jeonghan ordered, pointing at his own seat. “Sleep. I’ll go sit with Kwannie in the back and Vernon should be far away enough in your seat, I think. We don’t need him to freak out.”

Seungkwan ended up on Seokmin’s lap with Hoshi holding his hand, while Jeonghan woke a confused Vernon and sent him to Seokmin’s old seat by Mingyu. Vernon gave Seungkwan a worried glance but he also hurried away quickly, so making him leave was a good decision. 

“Come here, baby”, Jeonghan said, pulling Seungkwan up again and moving him to his middle seat in the last row. “I know this isn’t really a good space for cuddles but I’ll stay with you, okay? Do you think you could sleep?”

Seungkwan managed to get a second to think about the question when the flight attendant arrived with supplies. She looked really sympathetic to his plight and she even brought ice chips and extra pillows in case he wanted them. Jeonghan gratefully took the supplies, placing the ice chips, the motion sickness pills and the ginger ale onto the tray in front of him, then took all but one airsickness bag and tucked them next to their shared armrest, handing the leftover one to Seungkwan just in case of immediate emergency. The pillows were placed onto Jeonghan’s seat for now, so Seungkwan could get adjusted. 

“Are you comfy?”, Jeonghan asked once everything was arranged for maximum comfort and he thanked the flight attendant repeatedly. 

Seungkwan shrugged. “As comfy as I can be. I’m still so hot and nauseous.”

“Do you need to be sick again?” Jeonghan reached up and brushed Seungkwan’s hair from his face.

“Not yet.”

“So you think you’re going to at some point?”

Seungkwan nodded, feeling embarrassed again. He couldn’t help but be very aware of the fact that Na PD was sleeping beside him. 

Jeonghan sighed and adjusted himself so he sat cross legged on the seat, facing Seungkwan, his back to the aisle. “Do you want to try the pills?”

Seungkwan shook his head. There was no way he could swallow anything right now. 

“Alright. Why don’t you lean back and try to sleep through it? If that doesn’t work, we’ll see how else to help you. I promise I’m gonna stay right here with you.”

💎

Seungkwan managed to doze a bit. He never was truly asleep but he was finally sleepy. And Jeonghan’s hand in his hair was comforting. He thought he heard the older vocalist talk to somebody a few times but he was too tired to open his eyes.

But that state of peace couldn’t hold on for eternity. 

If he had to guess, it was maybe an hour after he had thrown up, when Seungkwan felt his stomach start to churn in that dangerous way again. He opened his eyes panically, pushing himself up a bit from his reclined position. Jeonghan was still sitting next to him and he smiled gently when he saw Seungkwan wake up.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?”

“Not good”, Seungkwan groaned, “Hannie-hyung…”

“Oh, oh. Okay.” Jeonghan instantly understood what Seungkwan was unable to say out loud. “Here you go.”

An airsickness bag was placed into his hands, already opened. Seungkwan bent over it, opening his mouth. Spit dangled down his lips but he couldn’t help it. Swallowing was out of the question.

One of Jeonghan’s hands moved to his hair, the second took hold of the bag as well. It was probably a good idea, Seungkwan’s hands felt terribly shaky and sweaty, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to hold the bag on his own. 

A sudden burp had Seungkwan whine in nervousness but then bitterness rose in his throat and filled his mouth, making him feel like he was choking. With a tiny cry, Seungkwan spat the vomit into the bag, triggering another wave to come up. He gagged harshly and loudly, feeling his cheeks heat up. He did not want people to hear or watch but what could he do?

Jeonghan kept whispering sweet reassurances, but Seungkwan was distracted by a hand on his back. Unless his hyung had suddenly grown a third hand, it wasn’t his. And from the direction it seemed to come…

Seungkwan’s musing were interrupted by another burp and more sick spilling into the already pretty full bag below him. He gagged and retched, just trying to get more sick up in hopes it would make his misery end sooner. 

“Let go, Kwan-ah”, Jeonghan mumbled, “I got another bag for you here, if you need it.”

Seungkwan let go of the full bag reluctantly, feeling somebody take it from him. As soon as the new bag was in front of his mouth, Seungkwan retched again but this time nothing came up. He dry-heaved repeatedly until his throat was raw but he couldn’t help it.

“Breathe, love”, Jeonghan encouraged, “it’s okay, you’re done for now.”

Seungkwan groaned but managed to stop the useless heaving. He fell back against his backrest in exhaustion, silent tears streaming down his face. A cold cloth started patting his mouth, cleaning rests of vomit and spit away, and Seungkwan opened his eyes.

Jeonghan was smiling at him but as Seungkwan became more aware of his surroundings he felt horror washing over him. Na PD was awake and, oh God, he was placing the clearly full puke bag into a plastic bag a flight attendant held out for him. 

The famed producer had obviously witnessed Seungkwan’s … episode and now he was even disposing of the evidence. Seungkwan couldn’t help but burst into hysterical tears. It was so humiliating and Seungkwan did not want to be always thought of as the kid that puked on the plane next to him. That ship had sailed and sunk, though, along with Seungkwan’s dignity. 

“Kwan-ah, baby, don’t cry”, Jeonghan whispered, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around the sobbing maknae. Seungkwan buried his face in Jeonghan’s neck, whole body trembling with his cries. “Don’t cry. You’ll make yourself sick again.”

A warm hand came to rest on Seungkwan’s back again, rubbing comforting circles. Seungkwan managed to stifle his cries slowly, aware that he was making a scene. Again. 

“That’s it”, Jeonghan encouraged, pressing a kiss to Seungkwan’s hair, “we know you’re tired and not feeling well, it’s okay.”

As Seungkwan removed himself from his hyung’s arms, pulling his knees to his chest, he became aware that Na PD was watching him and that it was his hand on Seungkwan’s back. 

“I’m sorry, PD-nim”, Seungkwan apologized, bowing his head. It was bad enough that nearly the whole group and the managers were involved. It wasn’t Na PD’s job to take care of Seungkwan.

“Why are you sorry, Seungkwannie?”, Na PD asked, genuine confusion in his voice, “if anybody it should be us who are sorry. Jeonghannie told me that you had meds in the bag we confiscated. I can understand that in the stress of last night you forgot to take it with you, we should have made sure to remind you to take medication with yourselves.”

“I should have remembered”, Seungkwan mumbled, “I know how flights affect me. Besides, I am pretty sure that Joshua-hyung and Woozi-hyung didn’t forget their meds.”

“Everybody makes mistakes or forgets stuff sometimes”, Na PD comforted, still rubbing Seungkwan’s back, “but, yeah, I am pretty sure Woozi at least got his meds with the way he is sleeping. I think the flight attendants were actually worried if he was still breathing.”

Seungkwan laughed at that. He knew Na PD was trying to cheer him up and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it helped. “No, that’s just Woozi-hyung’s speciality of being able to sleep until he is woken. If we hadn’t left when we did, the road manager team would have found him in the same uncomfortable sleeping position at the hotel hours later.”

Jeonghan joined into the laughter. “Kwannie is right. Jihoonie is ridiculous like that.”

Na PD was the first to sober up from the laughing fit, gently asking: “Are you feeling better now, Seungkwan? Is there anything we can do to help you?”

Seungkwan was still a bit embarrassed but he understood that Na PD didn’t care about the situation at all which helped a bit. He nodded. “I am feeling better, I think. I want to try the meds if possible.”

Jeonghan instantly had a pill on hand, pressing it into Seungkwan’s hand and handing him a cup of ginger ale. Seungkwan managed to swallow the pill easily, for the first time realizing how bad his mouth had tasted when the ginger ale took the sour taste of bile away.

“We’re not filming much for the rest of the flight”, Na PD explained, “I think we got good content already. Stay like this if you want to. We should include dinner in a few hours where you probably should get back to your assigned seats to stop confusion on the side of the viewers. If anything happens, I got you, Seungkwannie. Just a few hours left and then we’re in Rome! Fighting, huh?”

“Fighting.” Seungkwan nodded. He curled up on his seat, set on finally getting some rest.

💎

He did end up falling asleep quickly. The next time he woke up was to a female manager waking him to ask if he wanted to eat dinner, which he declined. By that time Jeonghan had returned to his own seat, but it seemed like Vernon and Seokmin had permanently swapped seats.

“Hey, you're awake”, Na PD greeted from Seungkwan’s left. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Good”. Seungkwan smiled. “Ready for Italy.”

Na PD wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled Seungkwan to rest his head on his shoulder.

“I hope you enjoy it, kiddo. You've worked hard. You deserve it.”

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Notes (that would probably would require their own post): 

To anybody who has not watched Nana Tour, I will just explain a few things. In the beginning they are pulled from either the karaoke hotel room (Joshua, Hoshi, Mingyu, Seungkwan and Dino) where they were a bit drunk or from their hotel room beds (the rest, except for Seungcheol who knew the plan but didn't join due to his knee injury). They fly from Japan to Incheon and from Incheon to Rome. 

Since I refer to that in the story: 

Woozi was sleeping on top of the covers of his hotel bed, looking like he had just passed out on his bed the moment he entered the room. And he sleeps for the entirety of the like 11 hour flight. Dude was Tired. 

Mingyu lost his passport in Incheon (DK had it) and DK nearly lost his at the end of the flight. 

People, you won’t believe how often I watched the flight scene of Nana Tour Episode 1. At least ten times just to figure out seating arrangements. It was all in good fun though and I feel if I actually knew Korean, I could just say the lines with them now XD 

In case it wasn’t clear in my writing, as far as I have seen, the seating arrangement is as follows, all of them in the three-seat middle row: 

End of First Class

Vernon - Seungkwan - Na PD

Jeonghan - Hoshi - Dino

…

Joshua - Jun - ??? 

…

??? - DK - Mingyu

…

Woozi - Minghao - Wonwoo

Front of plane

What I noticed: 

Seungkwan and Vernon are definitely in the back of first class, you can see the wall directly behind them. 

Jeonghan, Hoshi and Dino are also very much in the back and from the space and angles it looks like they are directly in front of Vernon and Seungkwan. 

When they returned to the plane at the beginning of the flight, after figuring out that DK had Mingyu’s passport all along, the camera passes Wonwoo and goes a few rows before DK and Mingyu are shown, so they must be somewhere in the middle. 

So Wonwoo, Minghao and Woozi are more in the front and from the TV arrangement which differs from the rest of the group’s angles they must have differently designed seats, so they are likely in the very front, which also looks likely to be that way when they exit.

Joshua and Jun are never shown in any spatial relation to the others so I just put them somewhere in the middle, but I think they are further in the back than DK and Mingyu since when exiting the plane Jun at least seems to come from behind them.

The ??? I believe are managers but I don’t know. They weren’t filmed so I took creative liberty with it. Na PD also wasn’t filmed on the flight but when they look for DK’s passport (at the end of the flight), they go back to Na PD’s seat which seems to be in the back. So I concluded he sat next to Seungkwan (also for convenience of the story), since the second to last row is full and everybody else is sitting in the middle row, so he could technically only sit there. 

I feel like I “researched” this so much, I needed to share that with you lol

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GAPS! **

You woke up with a sudden bolt. Your heartbeat going a thousand miles per hour, you put your hands where your heart was, after the sudden bolt. A thin layer of sweat could be seen on your forehead, soon a migraine followed, and you began to get back all your five senses.

To your right, you took a look, at the clock. It showed " 3:00 AM ", this was your afternoon time. Now normal people would be confused about how that could be your afternoon. No, you’re not a vampire, you’re just a hypersomnia person.

If you don’t know what that means, in short, it’s someone who sleeps a lot. Way more than the average human being and the norm. The opposite of insomnia yk? Back to the story. After your heartbeat calmed down you ran a hand through your hair. Which wasn’t easy since it’s was tangled from the tossing and turning.

But this is normal for you, since you were little, from a very young age, you have been diagnosed with hypersomnia. You slept and slept and slept. That’s what your whole life has been like. Sometimes people are born that way.

With some others it runs in the family, just like for me. Anyway, you got up groggy and went to your bathroom to do your daily routine, got dressed and went out. You didn’t have the ingredients for the breakfast you wanted. So you’re going to get it at the 24h stores.

About 10 min later, I was at the seven up store sipping on some coffee and some snacks sitting in front of me on my table. Untouched. I thought to myself: " I should stop sleeping so much, fight against the sleep! " but that never really worked. Because ten minutes later I would be dozing off.

While munching on my sandwich, the door opened and someone walked in. It was a boy, he was tall and lean and was dressed in clothes I could only dream to afford. The chrome hearts really suited him. Along with silver accessories sitting prettily on his neck,ears and fingers.

" Yo Riki, nice to see you again. It’s been awhile! " the cashier said. So Riki is his name? Pretty name for a pretty boy, or should I say handsome man?? Idk. Riki responded. " Yeah I had to go to Japan to see my fam you know. " he was cut off.

" Damn so how did Soomin react to it? I know she’s a lot to handle. " the cashier said. Soomin? A girlfriend? Omd and here I am crushing on a dude who already has a gf. Stupid Y/N, Stupid Y/N!! " No I didn’t tell her. You know how she acts, always so protective of me. "

" But that’s because she loves you Riki, you’re technically her little brother. She doesn’t want you to tire yourself out. " he patted his shoulders and went back to do his work when clients came in. Riki had already paid and left. When he passed you, something fell out of his pockets.

It was a little figurine, you saw it but was unsure if you should go get it or leave it. By the time you made up your mind, he was already long gone. A missed chance that’s what you call it. You put the little figurine in your bag and continued with your day. Or should I say night?

few weeks later*

It was another day, another day where you would wake up at early hours. Instead of going outside, today or tonight (?), you decided to finish up some work. Your boss is kind enough to let you work at home since she knows about your condition so you always make sure that work is done and done on time.

After all, that’s what pays the bills, when you were about to finish the last paper. Your eyes grew tired. " no not again " you plead, maybe to yourself, maybe to no one at all. You grabbed your keys, throw on a jacket and dashed outside. You wanted to get an energy drink, one of the few drinks that helps with staying up longer.

Keyword, longer, not as much as needed. But regardless, your eyes were starting to sting because you were getting sleepy again. Even tho you shouldn’t. You quickly grabbed 4 or 5 or more drinks. Just to keep you awake and dashed back to your apartment. You opened one filled your throat with everything. Not wasting a single drop.

You didn’t want to sleep in the streets like previous times. " Almost there! " you thought. You only had to make 2 turns and go forward and you would be at your apartment. But suddenly darkness, complete darkness.

____ H__o?

______hi

The sound got louder

And then-

GASPS**

" Wow Wow, calm down okay? " a male voice said. You turned in shock towards the blonde male in front of you. You suddenly got up and grabbed the nearest object next you ( which was a lamp ) and started attacking him.

" Wait! OW STOP! Put it down! Put it down. " he said while grabbing your hand and putting the lamp away. " Who are you? What are you doing in my room?! " you yelled and he chuckled. " Your room? Hahaha " he laughed. That’s when you started noticing your surroundings.

It was a a dark blue themed room, with posters of rappers and dancers and skateboards. And a LOT of figurines. He even got the limited edition hirono’s. I cleared my throat and spoke.

" How did I get here, please. " staying respectful. " well I came back from a friends house and saw you knocked out on the ground. I didn’t know where you lived and felt like leaving you alone there wasn’t a good idea neither sooo "

" So that’s how I ended up here. Right? " he nodded and I sighed. This is not okay, I am really going to run in danger one day. I looked at the boy and I recognized him. It was Riki, from the store. This made me feel less scared.

" Sorry, I have hypersomnia. So I-

" It’s okay, I understand trust me. I have the complete opposite. I had insomnia since I was a little and it was draining. At first but I learned to live with it. " he said. I could feel him, feel his emotions. I was always told I was emotionally intelligent.

" Are you hungry? Or do want a drink? " he asked and I immediately remember the energy drinks I goggled down my throat earlier. " No thank you, I had enough drinks for today. And my tummy isn’t feeling good right now. "

I said while gently patting my tummy. He laughed and I did too. I then looked back at the figurines, I recognized the ones I wanted. Riki caught me and he went to go get two of them. " I got these gifted, by a friend. His name is Jungwon. He said they looked like both of us. "

He then took his phone out of his pockets and showed me a pic of them. It was him and his friends and next to his phone sat the figurines. His friend was right they do look like them. " I see the resemblance. It’s cute! "

I said and got shy. " Thank you, Jungwon would LOVE to hear about this. Now that I remember, I don’t think I got your name. " " It’s Y/N! And you? ( even tho you already knew ). " " Riki for you ms Y/N! " he said and I smiled.

" Let’s exchange contacts if that’s okay with you. You seem nice Y/N. " he said while grabbing your hand. You could see some red going to his ears and cheeks, you thought it was cute. Taking out his phone again, you nodded and gave him your phone number.

That’s how a wholesome friendship ( or more ) started.

These are the pics and the figurines btw



[siratonin]

This idea was floating my mind yesterday after shift, I was so tired and needed some silent comfort, and ofc bucktommy will come to my mind. and with what we got today I definitely wanted to share my thought, but again I don't know what happened and it turned into a fic? ficlet? idk I just talk a lot 😭 oh and please read the tags

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They didn't have any plans, buck was ending a 24h shift, and tommy was going to start a 48 in few hours.

Thats why tommy was confused when he got a weak knock on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone. Especially not his boyfriend who told him about his plans to spend his off day sleeping until his next shift.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see his boyfriend there, exhaustion covering his features, some semi deep scratches on his face, and a big pout showing his discomfort and tiredness. His duffle hanging loosely on his left shoulder.

"Evan.." Tommy's hand started to move to reach Bucks face, but before it could reach there, Buck threw himself on Tommy, wrapping his right arm around Tommys neck and burying his face there.

Tommy, taking his weight easily, held an arm around buck's waist, and the other quickly took the duffle out of buck's shoulder, which immediately gave buck the opportunity to wrap himself around tommy and put his whole weight on his boyfriend there.

Tommy was concerned, he rubbed a hand along bucks spine, the other around his shoulder, and kissed the side of his temple. "Hey there," he said softly "everything okay?"

"Yeah" buck answered with a sigh. "Just..." another sigh and let his self relax into his boyfriends embrace "exhausted"

They stayed there for a moment, then tommy swung his boyfriend inside the door "okay lets get you inside big boy" and led him to the couch

"Let me see that pretty face of yours" tommy said softly

Buck didn't want to let go. He needed the comfort and warmth of his boyfriend around him. He wanted to bury himself inside of tommy and stay there, but he did reluctantly

Tommy looked worried, gently held his hand above the wounds on bucks face, brushed on them with a feather like touch, which caused buck to wince slightly, "sorry.." tommy muttered "what happened"

"Oh, nothing much, just some stupid accident happened on call," Buck said, waving a hand

Tommy still looked concerned, and he just hummed softly

"Sorry," Buck said quickly, obviously starting to get anxious about the whole situation. "I know you have a shift in a few hours, I really shouldn't come over without talking to you first. it's just that this stupid day was so exhausting, and Gerrard wasn't making it any easier, and this wounds, I know they are nothing to fuss about, you know these happen they aren't even painful or anything.." he tried to laugh it off but instead he felt something building in his throat, and his eyes burning, he shifted his eyes avoiding Tommy's, continuing with a cracked voice "sorry tommy, I should go you have to get to harbor, don't want you to be late and —"

"Evan," tommy said, cutting his boyfriend there. Pulling him out of his head "Why are you apologizing now? None of that, I'm definitely not mad or upset that you came, and never will be!" Tommy said firmly, "you are always welcome here, and I want to always be here when you need me" and without any more words tommy pulled buck in his arms and wrapped them around him "I just got worried" then he kissed his hair and leaned on it "and I am sure I won't be late to my shift, unless I need to be there 5 hours before it start"

Buck laughed lightly and held to tommy tightly, buried his face in the crock of Tommy's neck, and breathed shakily

"I'm here Evan, as long as you need" Tommy said softly, holding Buck with a hand, and caressing his hair with the other

They stayed there until tommy felt buck relax in his arms, the tension leaving his body slightly. then he pulled himself up, which caused his boyfriend to whine in protest, tommy looked at Buck, caring and loving gaze, scanning his face and when their eyes met, he smiled at him softly and gave him a quick peck on his lips, and another gentle kiss beside his wounds, "oh I guess kisses does have a healing effect" buck said

"Oh? Then I think i have to give you a full dose of them until you fully heal, dont want to compromise your health there"

They both huffed a small laugh, tommy kissed him again, tucked him in his arms, and they stayed there, in their comfortable warm zone

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Christmas Special

(5.6k words, wrote this in 24h <3 Merry bloody Christmas, guys! TW murder, I guess. Nothing too detailed, tho)

I woke up with a headache. Not a hangover, mind you. I am above getting such things, and in any case it's unfitting for a man such as I to get drunk. No, I had one of those classical headaches, the likes of which are received after a fine blow to the head.

That naturally implied another assassination attempt. How coarse. I opened my eyes and tested my bonds. There were none. Either my captors were convinced I would not run, or they were remarkably incompetent fools indeed.

The room I was held in was… strange, for lack of a better word. There were bright lights that danced across the ceiling, a roaring fireplace, and a table chock full of meats, vegetables, and grains. Yet, that was not the greatest surprise of all.

There was, for unfathomable reasons, a massive tree. Just— sitting, in the center of the room, dominating the festivities. It was gaudy with glowing lights, glittering twine, and baubles infesting its surface. 

Oh, and there were people. Lots of them, in fact, all looking equally confused. We were draped on sofas, sprawled out on armchairs, resting against walls. I was, perhaps, the first of us to wake up, and I swept a watchful eye across the room.

A surprising number of familiar faces caught my eye. Hash, my darling, was there, along with her lowborn friend the vampire. And, would you believe it? There was my old nemesis, the Godhuntress herself, lying blissfully unconscious, just waiting for me to kill her.

By instinct, my hand found its way to my dagger. Some of the bloodlust must have shown on my face, for I caught a mortal boy flinch and hide behind his companion. 

I was halfway to her exposed throat when said companion grabbed my wrist. “You don't want to do that,” she murmured, and her tone gave me pause. It was far too weighty to belong to a mortal, the regality in it far more reminiscent of one of us ancients.

I turned to her and showed off my best smile, the one with all my teeth. She didn't so much as blink at it. “Oh, believe me, miss. I really do. Nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world would grant me more pleasure than snuffing out the life of this vile monster. Now, how about you let me go about my business, hmm?”

She remained imperturbed. “Not happening, kid. Now, how about you tell me what's going on? I don't like this one bit.”

I shrugged and withdrew my blade. Under that strangely cold grip of hers, I sensed a power I did not want to mess with. “Damned if I know. Last I remember, I was in bed, sleeping.” 

“Your kind sleep?” She sounded skeptical. “Actually, what the hell are you?”

“I could say the same of you, miss,” I replied. “But I suppose I'll go first, shall I? I'm a forest spirit, and you may call me Hans.” I left the last portion of my name unspoken, for no one as versed in inhuman dealings as I would ever give my name freely. A damned shame that mine was so short, however. Two syllables was not a great deal of room to make aliases with.

“Katherine, and I suppose you could quantify me as a demon.” She paused. “You don't look like a spirit to me. How old are you?”

I crinkled my nose at her. “Old enough to handle my own, Miss Katherine. And you're one to talk, wearing the face of a little girl. Don't the humans call that pedophilia?”

“No, you're pedo-bait. I'm jailbait. There's a difference, pipsqueak.” The smile was slipping off her face. “Or maybe your little-boy brain is just too underdeveloped to understand that?”

I didn't take the bait. “Fortunately for us, that's not the case. And if you'll excuse me, I'll go find someone more cordial to chat with.” The Godhuntress was stirring, and much as I wanted her dead, a fair fight with her was not one I would win. 

The demoness Katherine let me go, turning back to her mortal boy-toy. I beelined to Hash, the one soul in that room I trusted wholeheartedly. “Wake up, my dear. We've got trouble.”

At that last word, he bolted awake. “Trouble?” He surveyed the room. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Trouble.”

The two of us watched as more and more people got up. The vast majority of them were humans, gangly and pock-marked and over-solid, though I did catch glimpses of spirits and others of our ilk here and there. Katherine was attempting to interrogate the Godhuntress, something I wished her the best of luck with. If I was fortunate enough, perhaps they would get into a fight, and at least one of my problems would be solved.

“We should try to investigate,” Hash whispered. “Someone must know something, yea?”

“If you are so inclined, do it yourself.” I pursed my lips. “I think I shall wait for them to come to me. And sample the food, while I'm at it.”

“Are you crazy? We don't know where it's from. We don't know what it's made of. We don't know jack shit, and you want to play it cool? Have you finally lost your marbles? The only kind of person who would act so casually in this scenario is-” He stopped in his tracks. “Oh. So that's your game. I like it. Dangerous as fuck, but that's life, isn't it?”

“Yes, that is life. Now hop to it, my love. Between the two of us, I think we can get a grip over this crowd in no time.”

Hash gave me a final nod, and strolled off. The first thing I did was grab a glass of wine. Everyone looked more suave like that, and it gave me an excuse to put myself in the center of the room. Several curious eyes followed me as I picked up a plate of venison on the way back, and it was not long before the first of my visitors followed.

She was a young woman, something I sensed would be a common theme in the hours to come, with a spear in hand and an unquenchable rage about her. I swirled my drink in its cup and waited for her to speak.

“Hey! Creepy little boy.” In my own name, was I going to have to be called little boy all evening? “Tell us what's going on, or I'm gonna shish-kebab you with my spear.” 

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied, pretending to be preoccupied with the vortex within my flute of wine. That glorified stick of hers was hardly sharp enough to pierce a slice of bread, let alone me. “Why would you think I know anything at all, dear?”

“Because you're the only person who looks even slightly at home here? Everyone else is freaking out, and you're just sipping a drink. What are you, one of Santa's elves? Krampus' stolen children? Why are we stuck in a Christmas celebration?” She waved her spear around threateningly.

That was interesting. I did not know what Santa or Krampus were, but I did know the elves, and I knew I could not hope to pass for one in my life. “Maybe,” I said, winking. “Or maybe not.” With luck, she would elaborate.

The girl seemed to only grow angrier at my words, leveling her spear at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hash watch me with alarm. I shook my head slightly, warning her not to rescue me. It would be for the best if we did not show our hand yet. 

“Come on then. Aren't you going to stab me already?” I spread my arms, offering her a clear view of my chest. She narrowed her eyes, and for a moment I felt a genuine flash of fear. Beneath that gaze was something that writhed and fed on rot, something old as time itself and hardly less conquerable.

And then it was gone, as an old man grabbed her weapon and pulled it from her grasp. “Athena! What the hell are you doing?” He was followed by another human boy and… a summoner? 

Yes, a summoner, or something akin to it. I had not seen one of her kind in a very long time. The plot thickened. I have the newcomers a lazy smile, and they responded by tensing up.

“What on earth are you?” That was the summoner, pushing angry little Athena behind her. “You're not human, that's for sure.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Athena snapped, wrestling her spear back. “That thing knows something. I'm sure of it.”

The summoner met my gaze, piercing me right through. “No he doesn't,” she said, before I could recover. “He's bluffing.”

“Excuse me?” I pushed myself out of my chair, going nose to nose (or nose to collar, as the case was) with her in not-so-faux rage. “I know plenty, little mortal. For starters-” Pulling her down by the scruff of her tattered shirt, I whispered in her ear. “I know your little girl is cursed. I know that you are a witch, and a good one at that. And, I know that you really do not want to go back to where you came from, so how about you enjoy the food and leave me be, hmm?”

That last line was nothing more than an educated guess, but it paid off. They were too scruffy and thin to have been living in safe conditions, and I caught sight of more than one open sore on them. 

Gears turned in the summoner's brain, wondering if it was worth the cost to call my bluff. Eventually she stepped away from me. “My apologies, sir,” she said, nodding politely. “We'll leave you be.”

I grinned. “Thank you very much, little one. Go try the venison, if you feel peckish. I find it delightful.”

Athena opened her mouth to argue some more, but the summoner gave her a warning glance, and she left with naught more than a glare at me. Settling back in my chair, I took another sip of the wine.

“Hey, you're Hash's boyfriend, aren't you?” On the list of things I did not want to be called, that somehow ranked below ‘creepy little boy'. I turned to see Hash's vampire friend, still wearing his Smiley Mart™ shirt. What was his name: Dane? Dale? Dave?

Yeah, Dave sounded about right. “Hello, Dave,” I said, turning back around so I did not have to look at him. “Is there something you want?”

“Hash told me to come find you. She said you could use my help?” He stepped around so I was facing him once more. “I really don't know what to do, honestly.”

I sighed. “Go interrogate someone,” I told him, more to get him off my back than anything else. “Actually, go keep an eye on some people for me.” I pointed out the Godhuntress, who was flapping her wings in an attempt to get a mortal girl to stop poking them. 

“Is that who I think that is?” Dave's eyes widened. “You think this was her doing?”

“Hmm? Of course not. I want you to tell me when she looks distracted so I can go kill her.”

“You're crazy,” he said. “That's the Godhuntress. You know, the greatest deity since the Creator herself? Yeah, that Godhuntress. She'll squash you like a bug.”

“Doesn't matter. I will find a way.” I clenched my glass. “She took something very precious from me, and I will take my revenge, one way or another.”

“Alright, alright. It'll be a hell of a story to tell, in any case.” He made to leave, then turned back. “Say, is that wine any good? I'm feeling rather thirsty.”

I considered it. “It is rather dry,” I replied. “But fruity, too. Take that as you will.”

“Cool. Thanks, Hash's boyfriend,” he said, and the glint in his eye told me he was calling me names in insult. Unfortunately, by the time I had registered it, he was long gone.

People were beginning to crowd around the tables, finally encouraged to touch the food. That was when I spotted someone I had thought I would never see again: Merida Ryder. And with another forester at that! 

For once, curiosity got the better of me, and I trotted over to talk to her. She would not recognise me, of course. I had taken great pains to disguise myself that time, and I wondered how she would feel seeing my true face for once. 

“Well, well. If it isn't miss Merida, all grown up. Remember me?” I tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned around, and it broke my heart to see how she had changed. Her eyes were sunken, the lights gone from them. Merida looked down at me, and there was no spark of recognition. “No,” she said flatly.

The forester turned around, and he let out a little gasp. “You're-” I shushed him. 

“Can you not see I am trying to talk to someone here? It is most lovely to see a fellow Ces-ilre, but I must speak to Merida first,” I said. “Are you sure you don't remember me? I passed you that gun, all those fateful years ago.”

She blinked slowly. “Don't. I don't want to remember.” Merida shuddered. “Go away, Hans. Thank you for your help. I absolve you of the favours you owed me.”

I am not and have never been a stranger to suffering, but it hurt to see her crushed like that. “So you do recognise me,” I continued. “What happened, Merin? You used to be so happy.”

“I grew up.” 

And that was all she would say on the matter. The forester extracted my hand from her shoulder and led me back to my couch. I let him, of course, something in the hollow cavity where my heart should be aching. 

“You're the Spirit Emperor,” he whispered to me, snapping me out of my reverie. “What are you doing here, my lord? And how did you know Merida?”

“Same as you, and that is none of your business,” I whispered back, slipping into forester dialect. “What is your name and clan, sirrah?”

“Kristavla, formerly of the Ko clan. My lord.”

“So you were there when… the Incident happened.” I jerked my chin at the Godhuntress, now attempting to engage a very uncomfortable Dave in conversation. Or perhaps she was interrogating him.

“No. I was attending to my fiance, my lord. The late Kitsy Te-clan.”

“Oh. I killed her, did I not?” I vaguely remembered a foul-mouthed guard who had insulted me the moment I arrived on castle grounds.

“Yes, and I thank you for it.” Kristavla shook his head. “I will not speak ill of the dead, but she was not a good woman.” 

“I can imagine that.”

We sat there in silence for a few more moments. “Would you like to help me avenge our people?” I gestured again to the Godhuntress, who was being fawned over by a lich of some kind. “We may not get another chance.”

“I am not one for vengeance,” Kristavla said. “But you are a friend of my friend. And so I will. For you, my lord, and for our people, may their remains soak the earth.”

“Thank you. Be on your way, friend,” I told him. “Speak with the vampire in the demeaning costume—” I had to approximate a word for Dave's Smiley Mart uniform— “and see if you can isolate and weaken her. From there we shall make the kill.”

Kristavla nodded, and slipped away. Taking his place (for it seemed I would have an endless supply of supplicants today), was a lean, sly doctor. Her red hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and her skin was dry enough to resemble scales.

“Hello, Spirit Emperor,” she hissed. “Fancy seeing you caught up in the Christmas web.”

There was that word again. Christmas. “Care to explain, doctoress?” I offered her a seat. She was about as human as I, with the way she moved, though I could not tell what on earth she was.

“I am an Oracle,” she rasped, as though reading my mind. “And my people arranged this felicitous meeting.”

I froze up. “I see. And why should I believe you?”

She laughed, a sound that had more in common with the death of a small furry animal than anything friendly. “Your name is Hans-el Ko-clan. You killed and ate your parents to save the Goddess of Dreams. Your lover is a shapeshifter who will not tell you its true name, and you hold a grudge against the fallen angel they call the Godhuntress.”

“All very impressive,” I agreed. “ But any old fool could have worked that out with the right background knowledge. Tell me something nobody knows.”

The Oracle grinned, revealing red and raw gums. “Careful what you wish for, little boy.” She shifted closer, and I could smell the blood on her breath. “You claimed the throne by mimicking the magic-thieving spell the Godhuntress used on your dear friend. You helped the renegade Merida start the civil war in Palioden by orchestrating a situation in which she had to kill her sister using a gun you provided. And, as the topping on this pie, your worst fear is-”

“No!” It came out louder than I expected, and more than a few heads turned our way. “I believe that you are an Oracle. Please, do not continue this.”

The Oracle leaned back, victorious. “Good boy,” she murmured, proving that there was, in fact, a nickname I could dislike more than ‘Hash’s Boyfriend'.  “Now, I suggest you stop hiding in this little corner and get to moving the plot forward, will you, dear? You ought to be an active protagonist.” She pushed me off my chair. “And be grateful we didn't send you the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present or Future.”

Before I could ask her what the ghosts, or even Christmas, were, she was gone. Not gone like a ghost walker, or like a teleporter. Gone entirely, as though she had never existed in the first place. I shook my head to ward off the strange feeling, and got up. It was unwise to disregard an Oracle's warnings.

I was about to approach a random person, when someone once again came to me. For once, she seemed perfectly normal. “You look like you know what's going on,” she said without preamble. “Care to explain?”

“Unfortunately for you? I do not,” I informed her, pausing to pick up a few jellies and put them onto my plate.

“Well that's not very polite of you, seeing as I know what Christmas is and you don't,” she replied, taking a few jellies of her own. “And I hear you killed your parents too. We've got that in common, at least.”

That gave me pause. She didn't look like a mage of any kind. “And how did you do that, little girl? With a knife? A pillow to the face at night?”

“A death ray, actually. I'm Mara. Nice to meet you, Hans,” she informed me, sticking her hand out. “You're the talk of the party, you know. They say you're an Emperor.”

“And just who might this ‘they’ be?” Blasphemous gods above, did she ever shut up? 

“Well, Visitor over there, and his buddy Aida. They're from Palioden, which a few little birds tell me is a land in your world. Which, if you can't tell already, I'm not from.”

“What?” 

Mara giggled. “You heard me, Mr Spirit Emperor. I'm not from your world. And if I eavesdropped right, they-” she pointed at Athena's crew- “aren't either. The creepy girl who stopped you from killing that goddess too.”

“The Godhuntress isn't a goddess,” I snapped. “She's nothing but a grandiose genocider. And how did you know about me and Katherine? Everyone was asleep.” 

“I happen to be really good at pretending to be asleep. Picked up the habit in kindergarten.” I tiptoed to pick a cream puff off the top of its tower, and she helped lift it down for me. 

“Thank you. So what do you want, Mara-murderer? A boon? As you have ascertained, I know naught more about this place than you.” Finally, that was a lie. The Oracle had provided me with some excellent information.

“I want to help you kill that bitch. The Godhuntress, or whatever her name was.” Mara's eyes glinted with bloodlust.

“Why?”

“She disrespected me,” Mara snarled, cracking her knuckles. “I was wondering what she was, and I poked her wings, and would you believe it? That fucking bitch slapped me. Me! No fucking warning.”

I was deeply surprised to hear that the Godhuntress had not done worse than a mere slap for the insolence of grabbing her wings. But any aid was welcome aid, especially from someone as adept at spying as Mara appeared to be. “I see. Let's team up, shall we?”

“Excellent.” She rubbed her hands together. “I know that pretty elf girl and the convenience store dude are on your side. Is the other spirit with you too?” I nodded. “Mmkay. I'll tell them everything I know, and report back.”

“Certainly,” I replied. Mara let out another disturbing giggle, and ran off. There was something deeply wrong with that girl, I decided.

I drifted down the table, plucking up more desserts as I went. The talk of the party, was I now? I could certainly see it. More than one person parted way to let me pick out my food, and I saw a distinct wariness in their eyes. Then again, it was but my dues. 

I passed by a Luxatian Crusader in full armour, and she nodded at me. “Spirit.”

“Knight.” For once, I was having a normal encounter. For once, nobody was questioning me about Christmas, or Santa, or Krampus, whatever they were. For once-

The knight unsheathed her sword.

I moved to dodge the blow, but it never came. Indeed, she was not so much as looking at me. Her eyes were trained on someone else, instead. A lich.

“You,” the knight snarled. “Iraela Foundling. The Lich-Queen. I swore an oath to defeat you. And now, I shall.” Ah. It seemed I was not the only one with a grudge to satisfy. 

The Lich-Queen blinked, and eloquently croaked out, “What?”

“I am going to watch your unlife spill out onto my blade, foul beast. You killed my family, my entire village. I watched your ghouls eat my sisters. They were six years old, Lich-queen. I had to run while they begged me to save them.” Tears sprung to the knight's eyes. “You are a monster of the foulest kind, and a fog shall lift the day you die.”

“A monster? Damn right I am a monster,” the lich announced. “I am the monster humanity made of me. Your kind declared me cursed, broken, unlovable. All I did was listen to their words. You should have known it by now: a child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. And all I ever wanted to feel was warm.” She threw her arms wide. “Go on. Slay me. Continue your precious little cycle of hatred. One day, the people I saved, the ones your family scorned, will avenge me.”

A glint in her eye told me she had no plans of going down so easily.

The Crusader spat on the ground. “Spare me your lies, Lich-Queen. Your pretty words will not sway justice.”

I sighed. I knew what kind of woman turned herself into a lich, and it was hardly the sort who a mere knight could defeat. If nobody stopped that fool knight, she was going to get herself killed.

In a flash, I was standing behind the Crusader, barely reaching her underarm. A quick knockout spell later, and she was down, keeling over like a metal doll with its strings cut.

The room had fallen silent. Everyone, even the Godhuntress herself, watched me. I resisted the urge to declare my undying hatred of her, and instead gave a cheery wave to the room. 

The Lich-Queen let her arms fall. “Say, might you be the Spirit Emperor?”

I nodded. “The one and only. And a little bird—” I prodded the unconscious knight with my foot— “told me you were the Lich-Queen. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“And I yours.” She offered her forearm, and I took it. “I actually knew your predecessor: Sucsu'anane.”

That name belonged in our history books. Sucsu was old, and infamous. “But that would make you the first Lich-Queen,” I murmured. “You- It was you who started the Runic wars! It was you who caused the shifters to die out!”

I was staring a legend in the face, a woman who had caused horrors long before my time, horrors that echoes for all eternity. “By the false gods, it is good to meet you! What an honour, Lady Iraela. What an inspiration you were to me.”

I might have spread the flattery on too thick, but Iraela lapped it all up. “Why, you're too kind. Let me tell you: ruling is all in the flair. Why, for my coronation…”

I let history's greatest disaster lead me by the arm to a nice corner, where she proceeded to chatter my ear off. For once, I shall spare you the details. Suffice to say, I learnt more about the history of the Deadlands than I ever wished to know. 

“Let me tell you something, Hans,” she said, interrupting her own monologue.

“Hmm?”

“I heard you knew a shifter named Hash. Well, I met him too.”

That made me perk right up. I'd known Hash was older than I, but that old? Fascinating. What else was he hiding from me?

“Don't trust him. He betrayed us all. We would have won the war, if that little bastard hadn't run off to the elves and spilled the beans. We could have been great, Hans-el. Our peoples, the vampires and the spirits and the ghouls, could have ruled the world. But Hash was soft. Do not let that softness corrupt you,” she warned. “It will rot you from the inside, and when your enemies scoop your guts out, they will not so much as give you the gift of eating you alive.”

“I know,” I replied. “My mother was soft, and it brought her naught but suffering. Our people revile it.”

“And yet you love him,” Iraela commented wryly. “That alone tells me enough about you.”

I did not dare lie and disagree. “Yes, I do. But Hash can take care of himself, now. He's slippery as hell.”

“Yes, that much I have seen from tonight's festivities. But that is the point, is it not? He will slip your grasp and betray you, just as he did the shifters. One day, you will make a cruel choice, a choice for the greater good, and his soft little heart will push him to betray you. All because you weren't hard enough to cut him off.”

I stood up, suddenly reminded of my conversation with the Oracle. My greatest weakness indeed, I thought. “That may be so, my lady. He may betray me, and leave me dead in the gutter. But that is a risk I am willing to take.” I brushed invisible dust off my skirt. “All you are is a woman who failed to rule the world, Lady Iraela. At the end of the day, all you have is your love's blood on your hands and a heart you wrenched out of your own chest. Even if I lose it all, at least I loved, and was loved in turn. For someone who went on and on about needing to feel warm earlier, you just do not seem to understand that, do you?”

Iraela laughed. “So young,” she whispered. “So young and so foolish. They'll make mincemeat out of you, little Emperor. And I'll laugh at you from my grave.”

I strode away from her, back stiff and fists clenched. I could take insult all day, but this? This firm condemnation? It stung. It stung like my father's whippings. It stung and I wanted to never think of it again.

I was still standing about, willing emotion away from me, when Mara tapped me on the shoulder. “Come on,” she said, grinning. “Buncha tables appeared. I grabbed one for us. Your little vampire friend got dragged off to hang out with the rest of his kind, but it seems I'm free to roam.” She laughed maniacally. 

She led me to a table. Hash, my Hash, my brilliant, softhearted friend, grabbed my arms and all but pulled me by his side. “Check this out: That vampire's got a tan!” He pointed a woman in work clothes, conversing animatedly with Dave. “Apparently, she's a field researcher. Can you believe it?”

“Yes, I can,” I agreed numbly. 

“Oh, and this Christmas thing! Mara told me all about it. Apparently, they eat turkey and give gifts and celebrate this saint of theirs. I don't have a gift for you, but I figured this might do!” He pointed at the Godhuntress and lowered his voice. “I cut a sleeping rune onto her piece of turkey while I was carving it. She doesn't know know to use the cutlery, so when she bites into it, the spell will activate, and it'll be your chance! Whaddya think?”

He really was sly. “Brilliant, my love,” I whispered, my mind still on the Lich-Queen. “What else did you find?”

He scrunched his nose up and thought. “Um, the God of Evil's here, and he's a pretty chill guy. The Godhuntress' daughter's here too, and she's got an axe to grind with dear old mum, too, but I convinced her not to do anything drastic. There's some poor blue fellow in the corner, and he's got some kind of curse. I didn't go too close, but he seems… different from the rest of us. When we're done, we should go investigate.”

Beside me, a man in a strange vest sat down. “Hello there, lad,” he began, only to fall silent when he met my eyes. “You're no child. You're a monster.” He stumbled back, clutching his hand to his chest. “Maya? Let's find another table.”

Hash barely hid back laughter as he all but fled the scene, the girl he called Maya giving me a wry smile and nod as she followed. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The others. Look over there. No, not at the demon-girl. The blondie and the redhead next to her.”

“I recognise the others at that table,” I told him. “Kristavla and Merida.”

“Yeah, Kris was helping us out earlier. The redhead? Apparently an infamous mind-mage. She fuckin conquered an entire city, all on her own. And the blond girl's a spell-snapper. Ugly combo, if you ask me. They're from the same era as us, but Nyctomachian.”

“And them?” I pointed at Athena and the one-eyes summoner. “They damn near called my bluff.”

“Yeah, they bothered Dave real bad too. Something tells me they're not gonna harass us again, though.” He grinned at me. “A certain someone may have implied that he was the reason they even ended up here.”

I wanted to facepalm. “Damnit, Hash. That was exactly what I told them too.” I looked over at them, deep in discussion. The old man met my gaze, and held it with the kind of defiance that promised trouble. “Ah, what the hell. We can deal with them later. For now, let us celebrate.”

I drank more wine, this time watered down (for no man of my stature should ever get drunk), gossiped with Hash and Mara, and bided my time.

The Godhuntress took her spare time sipping drinks and eating appetisers. For a moment I suspected she knew of our devious plan, for she avoided her turkey for far too long. Then she lifted the fateful piece of poultry with more grace than it deserved, and bit down.

I was by her side before her head hit the table. My reputation preceded me, for the others at her table, a rather foolish spirit and his mortal friend, scrambled back. Gasps of shock and horror resounded as I readied my blade.

It was quite a shock to realise those noises were not for me. I glanced up from my goal for one fateful minute, perhaps compelled by the strings of Fate that the Oracles pulled, and caught sight of what could only be described as a cryptid.

He came from the chimney, white and red despite the soot. A full white beard hung limply from his chin, and his deep voice resounded throughout the room. “Ho, ho, ho! Merry bloody Christmas, fools!” He pulled out a massive sack and grinned at the room. “You're all bad apples, the lot of you! Coal for everyone!” 

Everyone except me dodged the sudden hail of coal that followed the opening of his sack. “Well, what are you waiting for?” He leered at me, icy blue eyes piercing me like the fangs of the last Oracle I met. 

I lifted my knife, aiming it at the dazed Godhuntress' throat. A glimmer of recognition dawned upon her face, but I did not let her recover fully. Down went my blade, swift, brutal and twice as just as any executioner's axe.

And what a merry, bloody Christmas it was.