#maybe i’ll write a fic for him next time hehe

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[SOUNDTRACK] Pretty - The Weeknd || ▶︎

Sylus doesn't take breakups lying down. Well... maybe lying on top of you.

[TAGS] sylus x female mc, angst, smut, rough sex, ex-boyfriend!Sylus, cheating (with him) (on Zayne eek), dubcon sorta, choking, Evol, mentions of blood, glasses sylus bc it's soooo hot

[A/N] my debut fic for LADS (have not written for genuinely years so forgive any rustiness, first time doing any smut also, so i was frankly a bit light with it.) More angst than smut tbh as that is my comfort zone hehe. 100% inspired by "pretty" by the weeknd from my sylus playlist

plz reblog and share or comment if you want! Feel free to leave any thoughts or feedback as this is my first time writing in a while :)

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songfic 1/?

Sylus’ call comes unexpectedly. As his calls always did, but especially this time, considering the last time they talked she had cursed him out and damn near trashed his house, saying she was done, telling him to delete her number. He had sat on the couch with an impassive stare, arms crossed, legs splayed leisurely, completely silent. This had just enraged her even further, and she had thrown a pillow at him, desperate for some kind of reaction. He had caught it and set it down next to him calmly, continuing to refuse to give her even a morsel of proof he cared.

Whatever the two of them had had, it was over. She thought she had made that extremely clear. So her eyebrows furrow in confusion and annoyance when his name comes up on her phone screen. Sylus wouldn’t be the type to beg for her back, so what could he possibly be calling her for? Especially when he knew she was going on an out of town mission?

Especially when he knew Zayne was on this mission with her?

Against her better judgment, she accepts the call and leans back in her chair in her hotel room, mouth drawing into an irritated grimace. “What.”

The line crackles with his dark, familiar laughter. “Hello to you too.” “Talk,” she spits.

“I’m on a flight,” he says. “To where you are. I’ll be landing in an hour. Let’s see each other.”

“I don’t think so,” she retorts immediately, seething  at his audacity-- how he could possibly be calling her right now as if what had happened last week was nothing. 

“Ah. Let me rephrase. That wasn’t a question,” he says sternly. “I will be seeing you when I land. Consider this a courtesy heads-up.”

“You don’t know where I am,” she responds. “I am not seeing you. It’s late and I have work tomorrow.” “Don’t piss me off.” He snarls. “I don’t like being underestimated. I obviously know exactly where you are.”

She grits her teeth, realizing she should have anticipated that, but quickly regains her composure. She’s used to the back and forth with him. “Don’t tell me you came all this way to see me.” “Of course not,” he says coldly. “I’m here on business. I just happen to have a free night.” His voice softens. “And I’d like to spend it with you.”

Her hands curl into fists. “Don’t act like I didn’t tell you to your face to never contact me again. What the hell are you doing?”

Sylus doesn’t respond for a moment, and then the silence is broken with his chuckle. “You didn’t block me. So it seems you weren’t as adamant about that as you acted.”

Her cheeks redden with shame. He’s obviously right, she didn’t block him-- something had stopped her, even though she knew she should have. In the back of her mind, she had maybe fantasized about him calling her desperately, apologizing, begging for her back, and her crushing his hopes coldly like he had done to her so many times before.

“It doesn’t matter. You know I’m with Zayne now,” she says matter-of-factly. “You have no right to see me. I’m with somebody else.”

“I said don’t piss me off,” he bites, the simmer of irritation beginning to seep into his voice. It gives her a shiver of satisfaction knowing that she’s able to get under his skin even just a little. She leans into the receiver. “In fact, I was just on my way to his place now. It was a long day... we definitely both need to rest up together.”

The line falls quiet, and then Sylus finally replies, voice icy and measured. “You can’t possibly think I’m buying that, are you? Please, princess. I told you I’ll be there in an hour. Doll yourself up for me. I’ll take you out.”

The line drops. She scoffs, shaking her head. She’s pissed that he saw through her lie about Zayne-- he’s still working late, and there’s no way she’ll be seeing him tonight. She wonders what gave it away. Was it that he’s got men spying on them, or was it that her voice betrayed a hint of halfheartedness when she lied?

Her heart thuds, and her mind snaps back to the situation at hand. One hour. She sits still in the seat, completely unsure of her next move. Deep down she knows whether she likes it or not, Sylus will be on her doorstep right when he said he would. It’d be fruitless to attempt to escape him when he has eyes everywhere. So her plan... should be to fend him off. 

Her resolve was always weak when it came to that, but she tries to steel herself, taking deep breaths, recounting all the times he had ignored her, pushed her aside, forgotten about her. She tries to channel that resentment into a cold hard shell around her. She won’t be weak again. Not now. Not when she’s found someone good and kind who’s shown her that she’s worth time and effort. She won’t “doll herself up” for him. It’s her turn to show she doesn’t care.

The hour ticks by in a second, and there’s a steady knock on her door. Her heart sinks-- she had hoped that somehow his plans would have been foiled by some unexpected flight delay, but he was right on time as always. She sits still on the corner of her bed, unmoving. 

“Don’t make me pick the lock,” he chides softly. His voice is muffled through the wood, but the gleam of amusement shines through. She buries her face in her palms for a moment, and then slowly walks up to open the door just a crack. 

He pushes it fully open with a strong hand, smirk playing on his lips already as he looks down at her. “Still in your uniform,” he chides. “You want to wear that?”

“You are not taking me out.” She responds coldly, turning to walk over and sit at the coffee table again, not meeting his gaze. She needs to maintain distance. 

“If you’d rather stay here, we could make that work.” Sylus shuts the door quietly behind him and then leans his back against it, posture casual in a way that sends a spike of annoyance through her. This is why they broke up in the first place-- he was always so motherfucking casual about everything, even her, face betraying not a sliver of his true feelings. 

“What do you even want from me?” She snaps, eyes glued to the coffee table. Anything to avoid looking at him. “I told you I’m with someone else. I’m not interested in restarting anything with you.”

“When did I say anything about that?” He chuckles, clearing the room in a few swift strides and sitting on the loveseat opposite her. He’s wearing a casual sweater and sweatpants-- even his glasses, which he usually doesn’t. His hair is mussed up a bit, and she notices light bags under his eyes that give her pause. Something’s definitely up. She doesn’t know what, but doesn’t want to ask. She can’t invite more conversation if her goal is to get him out of this room. 

“I just want to take you out,” he murmurs, head now resting in his hand. “Is that a crime?” “Yes, when I’m spoken for by another man, it is.” She glares at him. “What about me being with someone else do you not understand?” “Does he make you feel pretty?” Sylus drawls, red eyes flickering with a hint of contempt. Her breath catches slightly, not anticipating the question. “What--”

“Does he?” Sylus pushes, leaning forward in his seat. “Does he make you feel beautiful?” “I don’t know what you’re talk--”

“No.” he cuts her off. “He doesn’t.” 

She’s stunned into silence. He leans back again, chuckling and pushing up his glasses, a motion that unfortunately sends a familiar fire coursing down her body, through her chest to her abdomen. “You didn’t fight me when I came in. You didn’t yell, or tell me to leave. That tells me all I need to know, love.”

“Don’t call me that,” she sneers back. 

Suddenly Sylus’ hand is gripping her chin hard, forcing her head to meet his eyes. He’s closer than she had realized, his eyes staring deep into her own. “He can’t make you feel this pretty,” Sylus rumbles, his thumb tracing her jaw, expression an inscrutable mask. 

In a moment, she finds herself sprawled out on the hotel bed before she can think. His Evol-- he can throw her around how he pleases, she reminds herself, mind flashing with memories she’s tried to forget of all the compromising positions her body’s been twisted into at his whim. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, arms crossed across his chest as he looks down at her. She feels the heat of his gaze like two laser pointers as they examine her, lingering on every part of her. It's as if she’s under a scientist’s microscope. His gaze is unfeeling, but still somehow red-hot, and she can’t help the way her chest heaves up and down, feeling so observed.

He takes note of her body’s involuntary reaction. “He can’t make you feel like this by just looking at you, can he doll?”

“Fuck you,” she barks, face flushed with shame as she backs up on the bed, increasing the distance between the two. He smirks. “You’d like to?”

She rolls her eyes. “Is that what you’re here for? Sex?”

“No,” he muses, sitting down at the corner of the bed, looking at her. “Though I’m not opposed. I wanted to see you. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Her breath is coming out ragged. She can’t hide her anger much longer. “How are you acting like nothing happened? We--I-- I don’t love you! I don’t want you! What about that is so hard for you to understand?”

“Liar,” he hums in a sing-song tone, brow quirking as he meets your harsh stare cooly. “I don’t understand it because it’s a lie, sweetie. If I touched you right now your body would tell me the truth. But I already know it.” His face is smug. She wants to slap him.

“Just-- just because I might still be attracted to you doesn’t mean I would ever do anything with you again, Sylus. I have morals,” she spits.

In a red flash, he’s on top of her, a finger pressed into the center of her chest, other hand braced on the headboard. Her body convulses involuntarily in shock of his sudden proximity as well as the feeling of his skin-- even just his fingertip-- pressed against her.

He grins at her reaction. “That’s my girl.” 

“Get the fuck off me,” she hisses up at him. He lowers himself so his lips touch her earlobe, so his chest is pressed against hers. “No,” he whispers simply.

At this distance, she can see even more strikingly the weariness in his features. His skin is rough. His eyes are tired. There’s a small pimple on his cheek, a hint at the fact he must have been skipping his skincare routine that he’s always been so adamant about staying on top of.

For a moment she relishes in the thought that his undone-ness is because of her. Her instincts get the better of her, and she ensnares a fist in his sweater, pulling him down even lower, tilting her head to whisper in his ear, now--

“You look like shit. Are you sad about me?”

He reels back in surprise, eyes clouding for the first time with something other than smugness, brows momentarily twitching, betraying his facade. His hand wraps around her throat, holding her into the pillow, the touch gentle but forceful. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds her steady. His mask is on before she can double back.

“Can’t a man have an off day?” he chides her. “Maybe I haven’t slept so well. I was just on a long flight. Sue me.”

“Doesn’t look like it was just a day,” she responds instantly. “Looks like an off month. Are you finally regretting being a dick?”

He sneers, hand twitching around her throat, but he remains gentle. “I’m not a dick.”

“You are a huge fucking dick,” she spits back. He leans back off her, rising into a kneeling position, smirking down at her, releasing his hand from her neck It’s then she realizes she’s been holding her breath even though he hadn’t been choking her.

“Then why are you still lying here under me? If I’m such a dick?” 

“You’re just gonna use your Evol to put me back. It’s no use fighting you,” she retorts, but inwardly she knows she could have at least tried to struggle, shame rising in her stomach. 

“I’m not buying that, sweetheart.” He absentmindedly hooks a finger in the top of her uniform and pops the top button open with one hand. Her face flushes involuntarily at the gesture. “W-what are you doing?”

“Seeing how long it’ll take you to shove me off. If you really do hate me so much as you say.” He murmurs, finger sliding down to pop open another button. 

Her body freezes, her breath stilting into uneven inhales and exhales. It’s as if Sylus’ Evol is pinning her down, restraining her movement, but he isn’t-- he’s barely restraining her, only his finger on her body now, wrapping in the cleft of her shirt and undoing yet another button. Yet she can’t find the strength to move, eyes hazing over with the familiar lust she’s always had for him, and something further-- adoration, as she watches his face concentrated on her body. Even in this disheveled state he radiates, makes her heart swell against her will, beat hard and insistently like it’s pressing up against her ribs. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, leaning down slowly to kiss at her jaw, lips warm and soft. She chokes back a sigh, clenching her teeth at his touch but still inexplicably unable to move. “You know you want this.” She doesn’t respond, grappling with herself, memories of Zayne rearing, his soft and measured touches, in contrast to Sylus’ raw aggression. Finally, hearing Zayne’s voice in her head, she snaps herself out of her paralysis, hand coming up to push Sylus back, palm flat against his chest. “W-wait.”

He stops, eyes searching her face silently. “I--I--” she stammers, eyes wide, not able to get any words out. 

“Shh,” he murmurs, tracing a thumb across her lips. “I won’t make you ssay it.” He focuses on her, and then she feels heat flood her senses, a key sign he’s using his Evol again, in the other way. Her vision darkens, and she knows here, in this quiet black place he’s taking her, she can’t hide from him. It’s a place where she can only be honest. She feels her back arch as the feelings burst out of her-- I need it, I need you, make me yours, I miss you-- she feels a pang of relief that he’s removed the burden from her of saying it, of forcing her to betray herself, betray Zayne, out loud. But the shame eats away at her, corrosive like acid, as she looks into Sylus’ eyes, watching them glimmer as they decipher her hidden thoughts. 

Sylus focuses, attuned to her mind and body, feeling the words of her consciousness rush in as if uttered directly into his ears, proving what he already knew-- that he still has her wrapped around his finger. “Let me have you,” he purrs, fingers wrapping around yet another button.

Her resolve crumbles with her deepest desires surfaced by his Evol. He makes work quickly of the rest of the buttons, tearing open her shirt, exposing her bra. He growls at the sight,  eyes narrowing. 

“You want this... don’t you?”

Her response is choked in her throat, but manages to slip out despite her better judgment. “Yes,” she moans, and that’s all he needs to hear. His mouth meets her collarbone, sucking attentively. “Good,” he murmurs between kisses. “I’m not fond of sharing, you know.”

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she mutters, her body’s reaction to him involuntary (or so she convinces herself.) “I’m still not... your girlfriend, or anything like that. I don’t even like you.”

“Who said anything about you being my girlfriend?” He mutters, mouth working over her neck now. He smiles into her skin. “Ah. Do you think I came here to get you to be my girlfriend again?”

“No.” She snaps, blushing furiously, her hands landing on his arms that are braced on top of the mattress as he leans over her. “I didn’t say that. I’m just reiterating what should already be beyond clear to you.” “I’ll tell you what’s clear to me,” he murmurs, pulling back for a second, his deep blood-red eyes boring into hers. “What’s clear is... this Zayne guy doesn’t seem to be able to handle this beautiful gift he’s been given, and it seems like this gift herself knows she isn’t being cared for properly. Enjoyed properly.” He hooks a finger into her bra strap. “Or else it wouldn’t have taken her only five minutes to crumble.”

“I’m not going back to you,” she spits out. 

“You never left,” he says softly, a half smile rising on his chapped lips. 

Suddenly she’s being flipped onto her back, her face smothered in the pillow below her, the sensation of a cold hand gripping the back of her neck, fingers encircling it with practiced ease. His weight presses her down, pins her deep into the blankets. With his other hand he deftly unlatches her bra from the back, and then tugs off her pants, leaving her exposed with just her underwear on. She whimpers, feeling the air smooth over her hot skin. 

“He doesn’t do this for you, does he?” Sylus drawls, an arm snaking under her hips to pull her upward on her knees, his other hand still pressing her head and neck into the pillow. Her cheeks burn at this new position, knowing how vulnerable and bare she is. She stays silent, a flicker of anger mixing with desire. 

He roughly yanks down her panties, and before long she feels a calloused thumb between her wet folds. She bites into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as the familiar warmth of pleasure surges over her. She curses herself internally for letting herself become so pliant, so weak in his hands.

“Seems like I’ve got my answer,” he mutters, thumb pressing against her clit. She bites back a groan, teeth impaling her bottom lip. She can hear his usually stoic voice growing thicker and deeper with his own building arousal, a sound which only makes her feel weaker.

“Now sweetheart, I don’t have much time.” He bends down by her ear, leaning over her, hot breath sending a shiver down her body. “I’d love to take care of you slowly, bit by bit, but I wasn’t joking when I said I was here on business. I have some pressing matters to take care of that need my attention, after this... matter right here.” He slaps her ass, hard. She yelps, drawing a rough chuckle from his throat.

“I only have time for one round, unfortunately, so I’m going to ask for your input.” He purrs into her ear. “Don’t say anything else-- just be good, and answer my question. I don’t have time for your backtalk.” The flat of his hand smooths over the spot he slapped, sending bolts of heat through her abdomen. 

“Fingers, my mouth... or all of me inside you. Choose.” 

She tastes the tang of blood from where she’d bitten her lip earlier as she opens her mouth to speak, voice hoarse. She whispers something unintelligible into the pillow. 

“Speak up, love,” he murmurs, gently easing up his hold on the back of her neck. 

“All of you...” she mutters, embarrassment making her cringe, face pressed into the side of her pillow. 

Suddenly Sylus spots her bleeding lip, and his brows furrow for a moment. His hands scoop her up so that she’s positioned up off the pillow, on her knees, his chest to her back and arms securely around her waist. He uses one hand to tilt her chin up and to the side. “You’re bleeding, honey. Bit your lip?”

“What does it look like,” she responds gruffly, still not wanting to give him the pleasure of agreeable answers. His thumb skates across her bottom lip, dabbling in the blood there. She winces. “Were you trying to be quiet?” he murmurs, examining his thumb that’s now flecked with her blood. 

He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead, leaning down to kiss her softly, the metallic acrid tang of blood mixing between both their tongues. “Don’t do that,” he whispers softly into her lips. “I don’t want you to be quiet. You know that’s not what I like.” 

The moment is more intimate than the previous ones they’ve shared tonight, and for a moment she softens a bit, her heart giving an uncomfortable fluttery lurch at his kiss, at his gently murmured words. But the moment is gone quickly, and his hand finds the back of her neck again, fingers pressing into her skin. “Remind me of your choice?” He says through clenched teeth. 

“All.. all of you...” she says through a soft gasp. His face is so close to hers that all she can see is the slope of his jaw and a burning eye that’s trained on her bottom lip. 

He nods curtly, and then lays her back into the mattress, her face finding the pillow again, her back arching as he nudges her knees further apart, his own legs coming between hers. As she hears the sound of his belt buckle unfastening and his low, deep breaths, she feels the shame and regret already churning in her stomach as she lies there, spread and prostrate, waiting.

“Don’t think about him,” Sylus says darkly, as if he’s reading her mind. She feels his large, muscular hands grip her waist, as if to steady her mind, to bring her back to earth, back to this moment. “He’s not here right now. Think about me.”

She stifles a moan as his fingers drift between her legs again, spreading her wide open. Her throat feels tight, and her entire body is covered in goosebumps. She trembles in anticipation, unable to deny the feeling. 

“He won’t make you feel this pretty,” Sylus snarls, his hand returning to her hips, digging into the flesh. His voice is angry this time, and then her eyes blow wide as he sheaths himself completely inside her in one sharp thrust. A strangled sound tears itself from her throat, a sound she hasn’t made in a long time. He stays there, back hunching over her, his arms shaking, his knuckles white as his fingers press bruises into the skin of her waist and hips. 

He starts, his pace brutal, and she can immediately detect something in the way he thrusts, in the way his hands are so rough as they move up to her breasts, gripping her from behind. Rage. His hips snap against her, sending nearly painful daggers of pleasure through her belly. She gasps each time he pistons in and out of her, unable to see him behind her, face still pressed into the pillow. “He can’t make you feel beautiful like this..” Sylus spits between grunts as he buries himself deep, again, again, again...

“Sylus,” she chokes out, eyes hazy with pleasure, the world around her vignetting, falling dramatically out of focus. “I want to see you-- let me turn over--” she babbles. 

He pulls out with a harsh grunt, and then flips her over onto her back at her request. She takes him in fully now, eyes raking over him, torso bare and sweater discarded on the nearby couch, his pants at his knees, his face contorted in a mess of lust and fury, glasses slipping lower and lower on his nose. It might be the most upset she’s ever seen him look, even more upset than when they’d broken up.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says harshly, gripping her hips again and aligning himself with her dripping entrance. 

“Like what--ah!” She hisses as he enters her, cutting the conversation short. He resumes his unrelenting pace, coming down to his elbows, inches of space between them as he ruts into her.

“Like you’re fucking examining me--” he sneers between thrusts. She protests, her hands finding his shoulders as she’s pulled deeper and deeper into pleasure. “I’m not examining-- hah... I’m just looking at y-” 

His hand clamps over her mouth. “Don’t talk,” he snarls. Her eyes widen. Something’s snapped in him, his demeanor different, whatever cold exterior he’d managed to build cracking undeniably now, revealing the twisted feelings layered underneath. His muscles ripple with unrestrained emotions, and sweat beads on his brow as he snaps his hips into her. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” he mutters. “I don’t want to hear that I look like shit. I don’t want to hear you ask me why I’m angry as if it’s some fucking surprise to you.” With each thrust it’s somehow more intense, the friction and heat between them growing exponentially. Her hands find his hips as he pistons into her, scrambling for purchase on flesh that’s now slick with sweat. “Of course I’m fucking angry,” he hisses. They’re face to face, inches apart. “I’m angry that-- you’re gone-- I can’t--” he lets out a strained noise that sounds almost like he’s in pain, his abs clenching as he holds himself back. “He can’t make you feel like this... he can’t...” 

His hand is still clamped over her mouth, and she breathes through her nose, the restriction of air making her heart speed up with adrenaline. He fucks her deep, and it takes more of a toll on him than she knows it should. The way he’s sweating, the way his face is still twisted with anger and anguish and desire, the way his free hand grips her waist possessively as he ruts into her-- it’s not the physical exertion making him act like this. He’s genuinely upset in a way that he’s never let her see before. “Sylus,” she pants, her orgasm building deep in her core, like a coil of fire. As if the noise triggers his memory that his hand is still over her mouth, he removes it suddenly, holding her waist instead. He looks away briefly, eyes finding where their bodies connect instead, eyes black with lust as he thrusts into her. She can see the way he’s starting to go quiet, the way his rhythm is staggering. She knows he’s close too. 

“Do you still love me?” He blurts out, still not meeting her eyes. 

She doesn’t expect the question, and she doesn’t know how to respond. She evaluates a thousand possible answers at once, her brain overloaded with pleasure and confusion. 

His head falls, weak, as he continues rutting into her. “P-please...” he says, his voice breaking. 

She’s stunned. Almost as a reflex, she sits up a bit, gaze lacing with a newfound concern. “Sy...?”

“Say it,” he groans, his pace becoming more erratic, the unpredictability of it driving new spikes of pleasure through her. “Say you--”

“I love you,” she whispers softly, before she can stop herself. “I love you, Sylus.”

His body hunches over as he comes, as if on command at her words, and her own orgasm follows quickly, her hands seizing the sheets for a moment in a brutal grip before latching on his waist again. She gasps, holding him close, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as she feels his warmth fill her, feels his body jerk with exertion and pleasure. Her hands find his face, cupping his jaw as he weakly thrusts himself through the aftershocks, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself upright over her. 

The moment flickers with a liminal quality, and she feels like she’s trapped in limbo, some hellish purgatory of confused emotions. She’s said those words she can’t take back now, and now the two of them are floating in the dead space, less than lovers, a lot more than friends. He’s weak in her arms now, completely undone, whatever mask he once wore in pieces, ground to dust under the weight of her confession. He lies there atop her for a minute that feels like an hour, as she strokes his hair, confused by her own tenderness but unable to hold it back. And then he tears himself away from her. He’s buttoning his pants, pulling on his sweater, wiping a wrist across his brow and readjusting his glasses. It’s as if they hadn’t done what they just did, like they’re strangers again. She lies there almost in shock still, attempting to cut through the foggy haze of afterglow and form more coherent thoughts.

“I have to go,” he mutters under his breath, his voice still betraying some of the turmoil in him. It’s softer than he usually sounds, and more uncertain. 

At his words, she snaps out of it. “Wait,” she blurts. “We-- we need to talk about this. You can’t just go after that!”

“I have to.” He says quickly, organizing his messy hair in the mirror. “Don’t have time.”

“Don’t have the time?!” She says incredulously. “You can’t treat this like some one night stand!”

“I never said that,” he mutters, looking at her. His eyes drift down her body, to her entrance, staring at the evidence of their encounter. She flushes, clamping her legs shut. Sylus clears his throat. “I never said it was,” he repeats. “I... I’ll call you. We can talk later.”

“When later?” she says hoarsely.

“When I can,” he replies, tone smoother now, regaining his usual  impassioned quality. She notices, and it pisses her off. “You can’t just do what you always do,” she snaps. “You can’t just run away again and act cold. Like this doesn’t matter.”

He pauses in the doorway, and exhales a small sigh. “It matters,” he says quietly. 

And then he’s gone.

[grimm-writings]

hi hi it's bard anon again :) i was rereading the manga and remembered that chilchuck's nightmares would be about losing his daughters... could you write about reader going into his dream (like laios did for marcille) and helping him through it? maybe also promising to keep his secret, asking if he's still married, etc. hehe

aisling

…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader

…tags! hurt/comfort, reader is not a half-foot, some descriptions of gore and body horror, CHILCHUCK PSYCHOANALYSIS 🔥 

…wc! 1773

…notes! grimm lore drop, i’m irish! thus the title of this fic is after the as gaeilge word for ‘dream’. enjoooooy <3

You repeat Laios’ instructions in your head as you try to drift off.  Chilchuck’s body is a bit small to make much of a pillow, but at least his warmth distracts you from the worried stares of your peers.

“You probably have to fight through your own nightmare to get to him!”  Laios keeps reassuring you.  “So be on guard!  Remember what I told y–”

“They get it, Laios!” Marcille yanks the tall-man away from where you’re struggling to drift off.  His barrage of information is in good faith, but it isn’t exactly the best white noise to fall asleep to.

Eventually, you find yourself in your dreamscape.  Quickly, quickly, you let your mind run with ideas of how to ‘dig down’ as Laios described it.  Chilchuck is resting underneath you, so the only way to go was in fact down.

The question is… how?

It took a lot of quick-thinking in order to bypass your own personal insecurities (you don’t have the time to dwell on them– Chilchuck is in trouble!) but eventually you imagined a jackhammer drill to make your way down.  You had to admit it wasn’t the most efficient, but it was the first thing you could come up with!

When you land and face another injury on your backside again, you groan, hoping the effects of the nightmare meant your pain wouldn’t carry over into the real world.

You look up, surprised to find yourself in what looks like a cottage.  It would be rather cosy-looking if not for the torn wallpaper, axe thrown into the wall, and blood splattered all over the place.  You could even hear despairing wails of crying echoing through the place…

Hang on.  You try to prick up your ears.  No, it doesn’t sound too distant at all.  You try to navigate your way through the place that was once a loving home.  You take notice of your size in comparison to the door frames and furniture– you’re way too large in comparison.  This is a home of a half-foot.

Was a home of a half-foot you know very well, you realise with your blood running cold.  Entering the next room you found Chilchuck.  He’s on his knees, hands being held in the air and shaking in a way you’ve never seen him before.  He’s horrified.  Over his lap are the heads of three girls, all brutally mutilated and bloodied in ways that made you feel ill.  One girl looks nearly identical to Chilchuck.

You have a suspicion of what’s going on.

What you have to do is protect Chilchuck from the emotional scarring of the nightmare.  How can you do that, when he already has the blood of three people– likely loved ones– on his hands?  You can hear him whispering “why me?” over and over in the shakiest whimper before he chokes mid-sob.

Creeping over without a sound proves difficult as the door creaks loudly.  Chilchuck immediately stops his crying and freezes as he looks up at you.

‘Be encouraging,’ Laios’ words echo in your mind, ‘encourage him to overcome his fear the nightmares are exploiting.’

Easier said than done, as you can hear another presence approaching.  Your footstep must have alerted it.  Chilchuck rises to his feet.

“It’s coming,” he tells you, trying to keep his voice firm and grounded, “but don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

…Oh!  Looks like he’s already well underway trying to fight back against the nightmare!  This will be easy!  You were so chuffed, you almost forgot that usually you aren’t supposed to be recognised in dreams.

Still, you watch as Chilchuck limps to stand in front of you.  He looks… smaller than usual.  Odd.

You tug on Chilchuck’s tunic with an appreciative grin.  “You’re so brave, Chil.  I know you can defeat the intruder!”

“...Yeah.  It’s my job to get you outta this mess, huh?”

An odd thing to say, but you agree nevertheless.  Encourage, encourage, encourage.  “You’ll get us out of here in no time,” you whisper to Chilchuck, rubbing the fabric of his tunic reassuringly.  “I have faith in you.”

He shifts under your touch as you say this.

You glance over at the limp bodies of the three girls.  You wonder what had gotten them so grievously injured.  Their wounds look non-existent save for splashes of blood on their clothes and red running from their lips.  Chilchuck has already been a bit queasy towards gore.  Maybe imagining anything too excessive would be too much for him.

Then, ‘it’ arrives.

It was a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone.  Its jaw is unhinged, what could either be blood-red lipstick or the bodily fluid itself running from you think are its lips.  Its hair was dark and matted.  It’s just barely shorter than Chilchuck himself, you notice.  It’s like an uncannily recreated half-foot woman.

When it sees Chilchuck, it screams in a woman’s voice, something about how ‘it’s supposed to be date night.’ 

It ran away at the very sight of him.  At the sight of him with you.

What could that mean…?

Once it leaves, Chilchuck collapses again.  He looks up at you, his eyes big and full of terror.  “Is the party okay?  Where are they?!  I need– I need to make sure they don’t–”

He begins crawling over to the door.  The party?  They’re… here?  No, this is probably another aspect of his nightmare.  These girls are here, either dead when he found them, or he watched them get hurt.

Either way, he was too late.

Cogs began to turn.  Could Chilchuck be afraid of… not being able to protect his loved ones from harm?  The cottage was basically turned into a slaughterhouse.  As for the monster…

“Who’s that woman?” you ask.

“I– I think it’s supposed to be my wife,” he explains rather easily.  Maybe the dreams encourage such honesty.  “But it isn’t.  I know it isn’t.  None of this makes sense…”

…His wife? 

No, no, not the time…  Later.

“That’s because it’s a nightmare, Chil…” you try to explain.  “You have to face your fear.”

“My fear?!”  Chilchuck turns to glare at you.  “Sorry for being so naive, but my ‘fear’ is out of my control!  If I’m here, there’s a chance no one will get hurt.  I–I just need to find the rest of you.  I can’t let you be taken away from me because I was being stupid.”

You grab Chilchuck’s wrist to prevent him from limping away into the cottage’s halls.  “Why don’t you… talk to it– I mean, your wife?”

He freezes.  He turns back at you, his glare making his eyebags look heavier.  “Are you insane?”

“She’s your wife.”

Chilchuck swallows.  His wrist slips from your grip so he could intertwine his fingers with you instead.  “There’s too many things I know she’ll ask from me.”

“Like?”

“Like…  Why don’t I come home more often?  Do I love her anymore?”

You squeeze Chilchuck’s hand, rising to your feet.  “Do you?”

“I do.”  He doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Then tell her.”

Chilchuck deliberates on this for a moment.  He then looks up at you.

“Stay with me,” he requests in the quietest voice, “stay with me as I talk to her.”

Though his words made your chest feel weird, you shake your head.  “This is your job as a husband.  Not anyone else’s.  You can’t protect everyone forever, not even yourself.  Running won’t solve anything.”

Chilchuck is quiet for a few seconds, taking in your words.  He then slowly nods.  “At least walk with me over there.”

“Now that I can do,” you return with a smile.

The floors creak underneath your feet as you journey through the halls.  You can see in the corners of your eye, in the kitchen, a certain dwarf bloodied and kneeling over the sink.  You recognise the body of a spindly tuxedo cat with her arm hanging as she lays on the rafters.  She’s the source of the dripping red onto your clothes.

“I couldn’t protect them, trying to be everywhere at once,” Chilchuck murmurs as you come across an elf strangled with her own hair.

Your eyes lay on the woman feeding on the remains of a tallman and squeeze Chilchuck’s hand.

“It’s okay.  Just talk to her.”

He looks up at you, and you nod.  Chilchuck smiles slightly, and you can see a bit of that spark in his eyes again.  “It… really is a dream that you’re here, y’know?”

You return the smile, and move away.  You’re just out of the room when you hear Chilchuck take a breath and say, “so how about that date night, my love?”

As you walk away, you notice that from the room you left, light seems to be seeping through.  Before you know it, it envelops you.

Suddenly, you’re awake in the dungeon again.  When Laios awoke after saving Marcille, it was very sudden and unpleasant.  Yet this… this was calm, and you feel all fuzzy…

…Oh, but if you could only remember what had happened.  The images are blurry in your mind.  You do remember one thing, at least—

“You’re awake!”  Marcille’s voice is the first to grab your attention, helping you sit up.  “That’s a good sign!”

Laios is there behind you.  “And here’s Chil.  How ya doin’, buddy?”

“Shut it,” Chilchuck’s groggy morning voice is the most relieving thing to hear right now.  Seems you were successful in your mission, even if you can’t remember most of it.

Laios whines a little.  “Don’t be like that!  You had nightmares!  And your hero is right here!”

As Chilchuck sits up and turns to look at you in surprise, you wave back sheepishly.  Laios takes the opportunity to take Chilchuck’s pillow and get rid of the clam-like monsters.

“Oh,” Chilchuck responds with a few blinks.  “I was wondering why my dream was nicer than usual.”

“Oooh, what didja dream about?” Marcille asks nosily.  As she leans her face in, Chilchuck furrows his brow and pushes her away, claiming it’s none of her business.

The answer would be given soon when Senshi takes the opportunity to boil the nightmares.  A cottage scene, and there Chilchuck was, laughing and smiling as he has a candlelit dinner with…

You?

“Enough, enough, enough!” Chilchuck was quick to try and push the pot lid down over the clams in embarrassment.

What?  That’s not how you remember things going.  You squint.  “But I thought you had a…”  You look over at Chilchuck trying to fight back against the questions and accusations being thrown at him from all sides.  

You can’t help but smile a little, flushing a bit pink.  You can keep a secret.

[blue-jisungs]

heyy!! can u do forced proximity with enemy jisung? like the dreamies decided to play hide and seek and then he gets into ur hiding spot last second

thank u and i hope ur doing well!

the closet enlightenment

author's note. i hope you enjoy this one!! it was so silly to write hehe thank you for reqing and i hope life has been treating you good too <3

honestly i love being a writer. this fic had me going into my closet to check if it would be possible for two people to stand or squat there 👍👍

word count. 1554

you were nervously scratching the surface of the mug in your hands, eyeing renjun. however, your friend seemed to full-on ignore you, throwing jokes and laughing with his friends. jisung, who was sat next to you and due to the size of the couch, was squeezed and his leg was leaning against yours. it could seem like a small thing but for you – and your tense relations with said boy – this whole thing made you grumpy.

mark must have noticed the way you sat, all tensed up and jisung, whose tips of ears were dusted with a cute pink shade.

“wait, i know! let’s play hide and seek!” mark grinned and stood up, opening his arms as if he was offering a serious business deal.

the boys agreed happily and renjun finally looked at you, a ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips.

“i’ll pass. i’m not ten” you mumbled and jeno whined.

“you’re no fun” jaemin snickered and pulled jisung “who’s searching first?”

“mark!” someone yelled and in no time they all ran off, leaving you and mark in the living room. he blinked slowly and scratched his neck.

“you’re not ten because he’s with wayv, preparing for the comeback… get it? well… nevermind. if you don’t wanna play, that’s fine dude. i just saw you’re a bit… tense” mark said suddenly and you shook your head.

“maybe i’ll play. it was just too crowded on this couch” you smiled softly and looked around “if you want i can help you”

“deal” mark sent you a boyish grin and started counting.

after an hour, they all gathered in the living room and renjun jaemin tucked your sleeve.

“c’mon, play with us” he whined and you looked at renjun, begging him for help.

“i… i don’t know the spots here…” you mumbled and chenle just shook his head.

“oh just go and play, don’t be such a loser. one… two…” renjun started counting suddenly, causing the boys to yelp and run off in different directions. your friend looked at you and offered: “if you win this one i’ll buy us some pizza?”

“eh… whatever. just count a bit longer, i don’t know the place very well–” you started and renjun just pushed you, giggling.

“just go!” he said and you scoffed, going ahead.

you saw a glimpse of someone running in one of the bedrooms, so there was still hope for you.

since it was their dorm, you figured you’d hide in renjun’s bedroom. he was the one who insisted on playing, so he wouldn’t mind if you hid in his belongings. but you had to find a good spot–

“seventeen… eighteen…”

shit.

not behind the door, he would notice right away. you wouldn’t squeeze under the bed. so you had two choices left: behind a curtain or inside the closet.

the curtains were see-through though, so you’d have to pass. closet it is then.

“… twenty seven…”

thanks to the fact that renjun had a single room, his closet was huge and filled with clothes. if you shuffled behind them, maybe he won’t see you.

so you closed the door once in, trying to squeeze behind the piles of luxurious clothes. your heart sped in anticipation, a feeling of a sudden rush buzzing through your veins. the whole hide and seek game unlocked a core memory, causing your inner child to–

out of the blue, the door to the closet swung open and someone barged in. closing the door quietly, the darkness surrounded you once again as the stranger bumped into you.

“ow!”

“eeek!”

“–ty! i’m done! i’ll find you all!” renjun’s voice was muffled because of the distance.

“who are you?” you whispered, reaching your hands out. you felt a soft material of someone’s hoodie, then you found a string. you tugged it gently but the person lost their balance and bumped onto you again.

“it’s me, jisung!” he whisper-yelled “sorry… i didn’t think anyone would dare to hide here. especially you”

“huh? why?” you asked. it was starting to get hot in here, not only because of the partially cut flow of oxygen but also he pissed you off. like, couldn’t he find a better place to hide…

“last time jeno hid here, he stepped on a box with some fashion accessories and broke them all. renjun got real mad…” jisung mumbled “but i panicked… i was hiding underneath the bed but i think mark used that spot before so…”

“do you think he’ll find us?” you murmured, trying to squeeze yourself into the corner of the closet to get as far away as possible.

“maybe if we cover ourselves good enough, he won’t even notice us if he opens the closet…?” jisung thought out loud and suddenly the realisation hit you like a pile of bricks.

his body is almost pressed into yours already, his breath gently tickling your cheek. and he wants to squeeze even more…?

“get off me” you grunted, trying to push him away.

“yah, y/n” he scoffed, staying still in place “i’m not glad to be here too…”

“then you should’ve stayed the bed” hissing, you tried to turn around but only nudged him with your elbow.

“ow, woman!” he whined, the sudden hit in his stomach causing him to almost fold in half. because it was dark, he didn’t see the hangers and his head hit one of them. letting out another painful grunt, you tried to choke your laugh.

“stop, he’ll hear us” jisung grunted, tugging your sleeve.

“then stop talking, idiot” you mumbled, fighting a smile.

“it’s not even that funny…” he started but cracked up too, massaging the spot he got hit in.

“there’s someone here” renjun suddenly singsang from the other side of the closet and you froze.

jisung quickly grabbed a random cloth and suddenly got even closer to you, throwing the material over your heads.

“what are you–” you started, whisper-yelling and out of the blue you felt a warm, big hand in your mouth.

in a blink of an eye, the door from the closet must have swung open because little light got in. because of that you were able to at least see – for a split moment – the outline of jisung’s face.

and he was intimidatingly close.

you felt blood rushing to your face, your heart pounding in your chest as you hear that renjun is rummaging through his clothes.

as an instinct, your hand frew to grab and squeeze something. this so happened to be jisung’s other hand. his eyes widened and he had to stop himself from groaning when you squeezed his hand.

“hm, that’s weird…” renjun mumbled and closed the door.

jisung took off his hand from your mouth before you let your intrusive thoughts win to lick it. well, he was just lucky.

“close one, huh?” he teased.

“shut up, he’ll hear you” you mumbled.

your tensed relationship with jisung started ever since you met. he always found a way to eat your leftovers, lose things, be last to everything (especially that one time when they got in an elevator and closed the door before you could enter, leaving you walk six floors up). he was funny… and cute, sure. but pissed you off. and you probably pissed him off too, either way.

but now… you kinda enjoyed his company. after all, he was renjun’s friend so–

“you’re still holding my hand, y/n” jisung said, voice somewhat shy but with a hint of teasing tone.

“whatever” you mumbled, with no idea how to bite back.

jisung relaxed his hand but didn’t let go first, he was waiting for you to do it. almost as if he didn’t want to lose the feeling of your hand in his.

“okay, i give up! y/n, jisung come out! i’ll order pizza!”

“do you think it’s a trick?” you asked, the sudden silence making you realize how fast your heart was beating. what if he heard it all…?

“no, probably not. let’s get out, i can’t breathe anymore” jisung sighed, putting away the hangers so you had a passage.

“what a gentleman” you snickered and just when you were about to open the door, you heard him murmur:

“yeah, if you come out first and he’s there i’ll still win”

“asshole” grunting, you left the closet. you had to squint your eyes to get used to the light again but you noticed renjun isn’t there “okay, let’s just go”

jisung followed you and you saw his face dusted with a pink shade. it’s probably due to the (lack of) air, anyways…

when you returned, chenle gasped.

“you were hiding together?”

“i think they were doing a bit more than that…” jaemin snickered looking at your red faces.

“shut up. we were in the closet, it was so stuffy there” he mumbled yet you noticed how the color on his face deepened. renjun frowned.

“but i checked the closet…” he hummed in thought.

you sat down on the couch and the boy did the same, sitting next to you again. his leg against yours, gaze nervously avoiding yours.

later on in the future you two would call this the closet enlightenment, when jisung realized he had a crush on you… and you figured it out and just teased him about it until he confessed.

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[yiichan]

oblivious ; kwon soonyoung | hoshi

PAIRINGS — yandere!hoshi x actor!male!reader WORD COUNT — 0.9k words. GENRE — yandere, nonidol au, request. WARNINGS — yandere/obsessive elements, reader is oblivious, your writer took too much time reading a/b/o works and playing jjk phantom parade and working that she keeps forgetting to write.

REQUEST — hiiii!! just found your blog, and let me just say that your works are amazing. like, i rarely see any svt x male reader fics, and as a fanboy, that was honestly sad. so your blog is literally a god send. may i request a yandere!hoshi x actor!male reader where they are close friends. hoshi obviously want something more, but reader is entirely oblivious to the hints hoshi is dropping. please, and thank you!! <3.

WRITER'S NOTES — i had to rewrite this like three times lol, hope you like it? also i changed the presentation format for requests hehe.

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You adjusted your cap, focusing on the bubbling hotpot as Soonyoung carefully dipped a piece of meat into the broth. The steam curled up, warm and comforting, though the way Soonyoung watched you felt oddly intense.

“Here, you should eat more, hyung,” he said, fishing out the cooked meat and placing it on your plate with practiced care.

You smiled at him, pushing a cup of water his way. “Thanks for inviting me, Hoshi-ah.”

Soonyoung’s lips curved into a small smile, a blush dusting his cheeks. “How could I not? You’re the most important person to me, hyung.”

You chuckled, dipping the meat into the sauce he’d already prepared for you. “Of course, you’re my best friend, Hoshi-ah,” you replied casually, completely missing the way his jaw clenched for a split second.

As you turned your attention back to your phone, Soonyoung’s gaze lingered on your face, his eyes tracing every line and curve. His chest tightened as he watched you, your obliviousness both endearing and maddening. Why don’t you see it? he thought, biting the inside of his cheek.

The soft sound of your laughter broke him from his thoughts. “What’s so funny?” he asked, forcing a playful tone.

“Just something a friend sent me,” you said, showing him the screen briefly.

Soonyoung’s smile faltered for a heartbeat before he quickly recovered. “You’re always so popular, hyung,” he teased lightly, though his words carried a faint edge.

You laughed again, and Soonyoung swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the table. “I’ll make sure you’re always laughing like this,” he muttered under his breath, the words barely audible.

“Hmm? Did you say something, Hoshi-ah?” you asked, glancing up at him.

He shook his head, masking his emotions with a bright smile. “Nothing, hyung. Just eat up—you’ll need the energy if we’re going to watch movies later.”

After setting up the guest room, Soonyoung returned to the living room, his grin as wide as ever. “Hey, hyung,” he said, holding up a Blu-ray case. “Look what I found in my collection. I didn’t even realize I had this one—your movie.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Wait, you have that? It’s so old.”

“Old but gold,” he quipped, already loading it into the player. “Besides, I don’t mind rewatching it. You’re amazing in this one.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly. It wasn’t that you were unaccustomed to praise—being an actor, compliments came with the territory. But the way Soonyoung said it, his tone laced with something deeper, made you feel strangely self-conscious. “You really don’t have to…”

“Oh, but I do,” he interrupted, plopping down next to you. “You need to see how incredible you are. Maybe you don’t give yourself enough credit.”

The film began, and as the opening scene played out, you cringed slightly. “This was one of my first roles. I wasn’t even that good yet.”

“You’re being modest,” Soonyoung countered, his eyes glued to the screen. “Look at that expression. That intensity. You were born for this, hyung.”

You smiled sheepishly, focusing on the movie. Still, it was a little surreal watching yourself on screen while sitting next to your best friend. Soonyoung’s enthusiasm was infectious—he laughed at all the right moments, gasped at the action scenes, and even mimicked one of your lines in an exaggerated tone, earning a playful nudge from you.

But as the film progressed, you noticed Soonyoung stealing glances at you more often than the screen. His gaze was heavy, lingering on your profile, his lips quirking into a faint smile whenever you reacted to a scene. It was flattering, sure, but also… unsettling.

During a particularly emotional part of the movie, Soonyoung let out a low sigh. “You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I always thought you were amazing. Even before you became famous. You’ve always had this… spark.”

You chuckled nervously. “Come on, Hoshi-ah, you’re making it sound like I’m a superstar or something.”

“You are,” he said simply, turning to face you fully. “To me.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a strange tension settle between you. You were about to respond when the scene on screen shifted to a romantic moment—your character leaning in for a kiss with the lead actress.

Soonyoung’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “That part,” he muttered, his voice dropping, “always felt... off. She didn’t deserve you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone. “It’s just a movie, Soonyoung.”

“Yeah, but still.” He laughed lightly, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If I were the director, I would’ve cast someone else for that role.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for an awkward laugh, shifting slightly away from him on the couch. Soonyoung noticed but said nothing, his smile returning, though it felt more calculated now.

As the movie ended, you stretched and stood up, feigning a yawn. “Alright, I really should get to bed. Thanks for watching that with me, though.”

Soonyoung’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes followed your every movement. “Of course, hyung. Sweet dreams.”

You retreated to the guest room, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it. For the first time since you’d arrived, you felt a strange unease creeping over you. There was something in the way Soonyoung looked at you tonight—like he wasn’t just watching you, but memorizing you.

As you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

“Do you ever wonder who truly knows you?”

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[jennifer-jeong]

please kaeya smut fanfic female reader 🙏

U and him 7minutes in heaven 👹

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON FJDKAL;FJDSA; THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I DID WITH IT >:) I really wanted to make it detailed because I love Kaeya and I haven’t written this concept before but I’ve read so many fics like it and I adore it. It turned out much longer than I anticipated but I enjoyed writing it and I hope you all enjoy!

Smut | Kaeya Alberich x AFAB!Reader 7 Minutes in Heaven

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, assigned female at birth (AFAB) reader, feminine reader implied, drinking/alcohol consumption, mutual pining, kissing, hickeys, biting, nipple play, blowjob, fingering, vaginal penetration, clit play, creampie, fluffy confession!, spending the night and cuddling hehe, college AU, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 3797

Exam season is coming up but you and your friends thought it’d be good to unwind a bit and take a break from studying by going to a house party. You’re all mutual with the hosts, Kaeya and Diluc. You’re good friends with the two brothers and of course you’re always invited to their “little” house parties. It always turns out to be something like 100 people but their house is big enough that it holds you all comfortably really.

You and your friends pregame a bit and get dolled up to enjoy the party. When you get there, you text Kaeya but as you start typing, a familiar presence appears in front of you along with the warm smell of cologne filling your head.

“Hey! You made it,” the blue haired man chirps at you with a smile.

“Yeah, figured it’d be a good break from studying. I think we all deserve it,” you chuckle while giving Kaeya a comforting look. Letting him know that he also deserves a break from working so hard.

“I’ll drink to that. Let's get you something.” Mr. Eyepatch says as he turns to let you walk in front of him, his hand hovering over the small of your back, something you pretend to not notice. Similarly, he pretends to not see the slight flush on the tip of your ears.

You’re enjoying the bustle, music, and dancing with your friends when you catch Diluc rolling his eyes at Kaeya. You go to check out what the brothers are yapping about this time when Kaeya perks up upon seeing you.

“Hey! Perfect. Come with me,” Kaeya yells over the music as he grabs you by the wrist past Diluc who you share a concerned smile with.

“We needed one more but that dickhead didn’t wanna join,” he says while smiling and obviously meaning it in an affectionate way towards his beloved brother.

You raise an eyebrow at him until you see the small congregation of roughly a dozen people sitting in a circle spinning a bottle.

You’re tipsy but sitting next to Kaeya, unsure of what the bottle means, sobers you up a bit. Before you even get to question what the reward or punishment is for the bottle landing on you, the open top of the bottle points to you. Kaeya makes a silly shocked face at you while your face burns, he motions to tell you to spin the bottle and before you know it, it feels like the room is silent despite the blaring music and the bottle stops just left of you. Kaeya was to the left of you. You stare at it for a few seconds before a wave of emotion washes over you. Was it fear? Excitement? Dread? Lust?

You didn’t really have time to think. The group gives a collective “oooooooo” before a few of them shove you and Kaeya into a closet down the hall and lock you inside.

“7 minutes, lovebirds!” You hear before the door closes, unable to even make out who it was.

If you hadn’t sobered up enough already, you were basically stone cold sober now.

You could just barely make out Kaeya’s face in the low light peeking in through the bottom of the door. The closet just barely fit you two, it was maybe 1 m by 1 m at most. Your senses come back to you and you realize you’re smelling Kaeya’s scent again. He always smells so good, it’s a musky but sweet scent that mixes with the smell of his skin so sinfully. You hear your mixed breaths, you’re both breathing harder than usual and you swear you can hear each other's heartbeats. The closet is stuffy, the house is already hot from being jam packed with bodies and the closet having barely any airflow isn’t helping. It feels like an eternity as you take in your surroundings but it’s only been a few seconds since the door shut.

Kaeya is pressed against the wall opposite to you, trying to give you as much space as he can in the minimal space.

You blink a few times as you part your lips to speak but nothing comes out.

Kaeya breaks the silence first.

“Uhh… Heyyy…?” He says, meaning for it to be ironically flirty, but it comes out sheepishly.

You both pause for half a second before bursting out in giggles.

“I’m sorry, we really don’t have to do anything, I was just teasing,” he says confidently but you can tell he’s a bit nervous by the way he swallows hard.

“Don’t apologize,” you giggle at his mild embarrassment. “I’m at least glad it’s you in here with me,” you say as your face burns.

“Oh?” He says as his shock slowly turns into a smirk. The air suddenly felt impossibly hotter, the closet was infinitely smaller, and your senses went into overdrive.“You’re glad?”

Your eyes dart around, looking away and then back at him. “Y-you heard me,” you stutter, trying to salvage your confidence.

He takes a step forward to close the already non existent space between you two.

You hold your breath as you look slightly upwards at the taller man, caging you against the wall with his frame.

You don’t notice but his hands are shaky at his sides. He takes a leap of faith though and reaches his hand up to hook a finger under your chin, keeping you looking at him.

You hear his breathing speed up as your heart pounds in your ears. You’ve known Kaeya for a few years now and of course you’ve always had a small crush on him but you never wanted to risk losing your friendship by taking things further. Little did you know, he felt the same.

Your palms press into the narrow wall behind you as you flatten yourself against it. Kaeya leans in, his thumb sliding across your jaw, as he moves towards your right ear. Goosebumps already popping up all over your body.

“So… Do I have your permission to make you… even more glad? He speaks in a husky voice you’ve never heard before and it makes your body burn.

He finds amusement in the slight panic you have in your eyes but his mind is racing. He’s anxious, turned on, bashful, terrified, burning, and he knows that you’re both the poison and the antidote.

You lightly nod your head quickly in response, he sees it, but knows you’ve been drinking tonight.

“Needa hear you say it darling.”

“Please… Kaeya… I want this, I want you”

“Fuck,” he says under his breath.

He’s teetering on the edge of losing his self control. He grabs your face with both hands, and moves in to kiss you but the last bit of his sanity needs to ask you for consent even if you already just gave it to him.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, his vodka and cranberry juice scented breath hitting your face from how close he is.

You barely hesitate to bring your hands up to cup his face as well and slam your lips onto his. His lips are soft as they move against yours. Your mind is in overdrive, sparks flying as you realize you’re kissing Kaeya. You’d be lying if you said you never thought about doing this. But actually doing it feels absolutely amazing.

He pushes you against the wall after his initial shock of you making your move wears off. His eyes were wide open until he realized you were kissing him. Now his eyes are squeezed shut, enjoying the taste of your sweet saliva as it sends blood straight to his dick. At this point you’re already soaked. A damp patch is most definitely visible on your panties and heat is pooled at your core.

You make another bold move to lick your tongue across Kaeya’s bottom lip, asking him for access to his tongue. He happily obliges as your tongues greet each other, the sliding and contact making you both moan into each other's mouths. Your tongues dance as they circle around each other. Fuck. He was a good kisser.

Kaeya presses closer to you to deepen the kiss and he realizes he feels your breasts now pressed up to him and it feels heavenly. He loves it. It makes him reach his hands down to cup one in each hand. It makes you whimper into the kiss.

Hands find their way up your shirt, under your bra. He pulls away to help you take off your shirt as he admires your lacy bra.

“Fuck, I’ve needed y’so bad… You don’t even know.” He says, words dripping with lust.

You slip the straps of your bra off your shoulders as he kneads your tits.

“Maybe…” You start, as you reach behind to unclip your bra. He lets go for a second, allowing it to fall to the floor. He freezes momentarily as he takes in the sight of your bare chest. You slide your hands down from the top of his chest, nails lightly scratching over his shirt.

I do know…” You finish as you palm over his obvious hard on through his pants.

He looks down as he moans. His lips are immediately on yours again as he starts playing with your perky nipples. You continue to feel his length through the fabric, your cunt clenching around nothing as you feel how fucking big he is.

He starts kissing down your neck, lightly sucking as he makes his way to your chest. He slurs as he speaks. “Needed ya since I first laid eyes on you.” He takes a nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around, making you throw your head back with a moan. He looks up at you with his uncovered eye so he can see the pretty and lewd expression you’re making. You hold eye contact with him and you swear he’s going to be the death of you.

Soon after, you plop down onto your knees, undoing his pants as you look up at him. He groans as you finally free his cock from the confines of his pants. You pump his length a few times with your hand then you flatten your tongue on the base of the underside of his dick, dragging your tongue up the entire length. Kaeya’s hands slam against the walls to the side of him to find some sort of purchase. He groans loud as you continue to lick stripes on his already leaky cock.

You decide to tease him a bit by taking your sweet time, avoiding putting your lips around the tip on purpose. He wants to protest but it already feels so fucking good and he’s honestly already close. He knows that if he felt your throat around him right now, he’d cum. So he lets you continue your shenanigans.

“F-fuck, feels s’good princess,” he groans out. You give him a small “yeah?” while your lips are dragging along his length and the vibration shoots up his spine. He tries to calm himself down and distracts himself with holding back your hair, collecting it into a ponytail behind you.

After a minute or so of teasing the poor man, he’s gotten impatient. He pulls your hair tighter and it makes you moan and you know it’s about time.

“You look so pretty on your knees baby. Open up f’me, please…”

You grab the base with your hand and swirl your tongue around his tip, enjoying his slightly bitter but sweet precum. Kaeya exhales, taking in the change in sensation. He was holding back bucking his hips into your mouth because it felt so good. He was so fucking sensitive because of you and how much you turned him on..

You started to slowly ease him into your mouth. Pushing down, pulling up, and pushing down even further. As you finally sink down fully, deepthroating him, you keep eye contact with him. He’s a nervous but brave mess. His face is flushed and his bangs are messy and stuck to his forehead. You hold yourself there until you pull all the way back so you can breathe. Kaeya lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding but you don’t give him time to relax. You start bobbing your head on his length, your hand covering any parts of the base too difficult for you to reach with your mouth.

“A-ah! Sh-shit!” He moans as you continue your pace. It was so warm and intense for him and as much as you might’ve suspected Kaeya to be a player with dozens of bodies, you were pretty sure he wasn’t super into that, which would explain how sensitive he was with you right now. Honestly, you found it cute and hot, it turned you on knowing how good you were making him feel. Only you, no one else.

You fully deepthroat him again, and he holds you there by your hair, throwing his head back from the pleasure. When you pull off, he pulls you back even further so he can scoop you up and stand you up again. He properly takes his pants off to push your bodies towards the wall. You moan from the way he’s almost manhandling you. He grabs your right leg to hook it up, giving his hand access to your pussy. He rubs around your clit and dips down to circle your entrance before repeating the motion, earning moans from you.

“Such a good girl, making me feel s’good,” he says while kissing your neck. “Gonna make you feel good now m’kay? You deserve it… Wanna feel you cum on me baby.” After his sentence his mouth latches onto the sweet spot on your neck and he bites down as he sucks a hickey onto you. Your eyes roll back into your head as he slowly sinks two fingers into your aching cunt as he sucks on your neck.

“Mmph! K-Kaeya-... ah~!” You whimper out as he starts pumping his digits in and out of you, making a “come here” motion with his fingers.

“Mm? This is the spot right? This little spongey part?” He says as he stops pulling his fingers out to just massage the spot as you clench on him, only able to moan in response. “Ahh, I thought so” he says with a low chuckle, his eyes lidded.

Your hands tangle in Kaeya hair as you pull him to your lips, kissing him sloppily as he fingers you. His thumb now playing with your clit while two fingers toy with your insides.

Your core starts to tighten and you realize you’re close. Fuck, he knew exactly how to make you cum and somehow that was turning you on more. You pull back from the kiss to look him in the eyes.

“Kaeya… p-please… Please fuck me,” you say between breaths.

Your flustered face, your scent, his hickey on your neck, your doe eyes looking up at him, and your words send any of the blood in his brain straight to his twitching cock as his breath hitched. He pulls his fingers out of you and grabs the back of your legs to hold you up.

“As you wish princess,” he says with a smirk, clearly drunk off your body.

Your legs wrap around his torso while your arms hold his shoulders, allowing him to line himself up with your entrance. He pops his tip in before returning to holding you so he can slowly ease in.

You simultaneously groan at the feeling as he slowly pushes in. You pull yourself flush against his chest, hugging him and dragging your nails along his chiseled back. His hands are gripping your ass, holding you up but also enjoying holding the plush and spreading you apart however he likes.

When he’s about halfway in, he pulls out to allow your slick to cover his length. WIthout warning he bottoms out in you from all the lubrication you were making for him. You nearly scream and his knees buckle at the sensation and idea that he’s fully sheathed inside you right now. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving indents from how hard you were gripping his back.

“F-fuck, y-you fill me up s’good,” you mewl to him.

“Ngh it’s like we were fucking made for each other, you’re a perfect fit baby.”

He starts to rock back and forth, holding you in place with his hands while he thrusts his hips back and forth. Going slow at first to give you time to adjust. But, already his veiny cock was dragging along all your sensitive spots so devilishly. You felt every inch of him stretch you out and it was so fucking filthy but in the best way possible. You bite onto his shoulder to muffle your moans and to also mark him in return.

He starts to speed up as he feels you twitch around him. “You’re taking me so well darling, you’re doing so good f’me,” he moans out to you.

“Nghh… f-uck, feels s’good,” you slur out to him, mind turning to mush.

“Hold tight pretty girl,” he says as he continues his fast pace.

You throw your head back and it thumps on the wall behind you as you let out a loud moan you barely recognized. It was genuinely reflexive from how good he was making you feel, it was natural that you were going to moan like that if he was going to stimulate you in the best ways.

Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as he still pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping together now filling the closet from how close and deep he was fucking you.

“Atta girl… let me make you feel good” he says into the crook of your neck.

“K-Kaeya…” you stutter out, borderline delirious from the pleasure. “M’getting c-close.”

“Yeah baby? Gonna make you cum all over me?” He continues his pace as he pulls back to admire you and press a thumb to your clit. Your pretty tits are bouncing with every thrust as you arch your back. You’re looking at him but your eyes are glazed over, tongue lolled out slightly, cock drunk on the man. As he plays with your clit, your walls clench down on him hard as you approach your high. It’s driving him crazy.

“Fuckkk. Mmph- gonna make me cum ngh,” he moans out to you.

Your body is so sensitive at this point and you can’t think about anything other than how good Kaeya is fucking you right now. Your “hah’s” turn into “mmm’s” that rise in pitch as you get closer and closer. You squeeze your eyes shut and let your head fall to the side.

He can feel your twitching and the way your grip on his back almost breaks skin. He knows you’re teetering on the edge with him and so he tells you to go first. “F-fuck, cum for me princess, please.”

You clamp down fully on him as his thumb’s movements become sloppy and his thrusts become irregular. “K-Kaeya!” you nearly yell out as you cum. White hot pleasure runs through your body as he stimulates both your clit and g-spot, even your a-spot as his tip kisses your cervix over and over. The drag of his cock on your gummy walls is driving you crazy as waves rack through your body, perceiving nothing but the intense bliss.

The extra pressure of your walls on his dick, your uncontrolled moans, and just the simple fact that he’s making you cum sends him over the edge with you and he lets you know with a strained “c-cumming!”

You feel hot cum fill you as he gives a last few pumps into you, helping you both ride out your orgasms, he eventually slows as he twitches inside. He holds you close and wraps his arms around your waist as you hug his neck. Both of you finally coming down from your high, breathing hard. Your sweaty bodies skin to skin, enjoying the afterglow and each other’s company.

“Holy… shit” he says between panting as you giggle. He puts you down on your feet, still holding your waist since you were wobbly, your legs shaky. You help him lean his back against the wall, knowing he’s also probably weak in the knees after all that.

You push up against him as you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. “That was pretty amazing,” you giggle before looking away. “Is this… a one time thing though?”

He reacts quickly despite his fatigue and looks you in the eyes, concern evident. “Oh my god no… well, at least I was hoping it wouldn’t be,” he responds honestly, not sure if you were hoping for the same thing.

You close your eyes and exhale, “oh thank god,” you laugh. “I really do like you, so…”

His eyes widen slightly “I like you too,” he says with a chuckle, almost not believing that he’s getting to say this to you right now.

You look into his eye(s) and smile before laying your head onto his chest.

He stays like that with you for a second in disbelief and bliss. Then he reaches for his pants to grab his phone, calling one of the mansion’s attendants to this specific closet, asking for robes.

“Would you like to…” he starts, unsure of himself, “stay the night?... My bed should fit us comfortably.”

“I’d love to, Kaeya. Thank you for asking.” You reply, feeling a tug in your chest at how sweet and bashful he was. Similarly, he feels the same tug in his chest at your saccharine words and pretty smile.

After the attendant hands the robes into the closet and you two cover up, you run to his room hand in hand, giggling as you both try to avoid any party goers, realizing that they completely forgot to get you after 7 minutes, not that either of you are complaining. He requested for your clothes to be brought up after so for now he offered you his pj’s and his bathroom in case you wanted to shower or just to clean up.

Soon after, he invited you into his bed for some cuddles. You’d probably both talk about the serious relationship stuff later but for now, you were both quiet, looking into each other's eyes, holding each other close. The fatigue from drinking and your closet escapade quickly caught up with you two as you relaxed into the plush mattress. You two drifted off into sleep, content in each other's arms and also excited for what the future would hold for you, after you help with party cleanup in the morning of course.

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[nochedie]

intertwined, sewn together | sam winchester ☁️

pairing: sam winchester x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wordcount: 1k ish

summary: just some late night talking

a/n: hehe… um 😳 i actually haven’t written anything for 7 YEARS! and i haven’t ever written for spn before! so please be gentle with me 🙏 i am working on a soulless sam fic but it’s becoming pretty long soo i decided to just do a little fluffy drabble in the meantime! i have a migraine so im sorry if it makes little to no sense :) i read through a couple times and i cant tell if its bad or if i just hate my own writing (definitely the last one but it might be both 😌☝🏼) anyways i love sam and i needed some fluff! much love and please enjoy 🫶🏼

“do you ever think about… the future? for us?” you and sam were laying next to each other in the motel room double bed, alone in the room. dean was out at the nearest bar, and told you both not to wait up. you always cherished the alone time with sam.

he turned to face you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “all the time.”

“and what do you think about?” you took in each and every inch of his face, the sculpt of his jaw, his eyes which held a look of admiration as they looked into yours.

“i think about… one day being able to just… live. you know? me and you. forever.” his voice held some sadness. and you knew exactly why. you could think about this all you wanted, but the life you led… it could never be normal. sam had tried before, he had tried to be normal, tried to live a normal life. but everything fell apart. you knew he still felt that pain. he wanted so badly to be normal. but he was a winchester.

“maybe we can’t live some suburban life. but we don’t need that to live, sam… sure, our job is dangerous but… well we’re still here, aren’t we? we’ve made it this long.”

“y/n…” you reached out to touch his cheek, and his eyes closed at the feeling, completely relaxing into your touch. “i just… every single day i wake up and worry that something is going to happen to you.”

“hmm… it almost sounds like you don’t think i can fend for myself. you know i can beat a vampire with my bare hands!” you definitely could not.

sam’s laughter filled the room almost immediately, “oh, suddenly you have super strength?”

“you don’t know what i have.” you feigned offence, pulling out of his grasp and turning your body away from him.

“um… what do you think you’re doing?” he spoke between chuckles, slipping his arms around your torso, pulling you flush against him. “let me see your pretty face, love.”

“only if you admit that i have fists of steel and i could absolutely kill a vampire with no weapon.” sam had killed gordon with nothing more than a bit of wire, so this wasn’t the most unrealistic claim.

“right. you’re right, honey. vampires watch out! y/n’s coming! with… maybe chicken wire?”

“you’re mean.”

he practically erupted into laughter, more of an endearing laughter than anything else. he gave you a tight squeeze from behind, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“turn around please, honey. i promise i’ll stop.”

you heeded his request, turning in his embrace so that your faces were but centimetres apart.

“there you are.” he took a deep breath in as he studied every inch of your face, taking in each small detail, each feature which made up the face he loved so much.

you slid one arm around his torso and rest the other on his chest, shuffling as close as you could and letting your eyes close.

“you getting tired?” sam reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving only a sliver of light in the room from the outside street lights.

“just a little. but let’s keep talking, okay?”

“alright, love. what do you want to talk about?” he shifted onto his back and put his arm around you, leading your head to rest against his shoulder, while one arm kept resting on his chest.

“chicken wire.” you stifled a laugh.

sam looked up at the ceiling, a wide smile plastered on his lips. these were his favorite moments with you, and he adored how you could immediately switch his mood.

this hunt in particular had been tough, but it was over now, and this was your last night in the motel before heading to sioux falls in the morning to meet with bobby. the hunt forced sam into some uncomfortable thoughts. you had come far too close to danger, and it sent him into a spiral worrying about you. he hadn’t even thought about what he would do if he lost you, but it felt like he had been hit head on by the thought. he really couldn’t live without you, he knew that for a fact. tonight, he was really feeling it. all he wanted to do was hold you close and never let go. but this conversation with you, your optimism and your smile, just you, allowed sam to feel a genuine content.

“i love you.” he whispered, planting a kiss on top of your head.

you hadn’t realised how tired you were, and you had already drifted to sleep. after a few minutes, sam did the same.

****

you opened your eyes to see sam looking back at you, already awake. “good morning, love.”

“good morning.” you stretched your limbs, sitting up in the bed before looking around the room. “dean didn’t come back last night?”

“he did, he went out to pack up the car. you slept in pretty late.”

“hmm.. well we better get ready and hit the road, then?”

“or… we could cuddle for a bit.” he tugged on your arm, attempting to coax you to lay back.

“sammy.. you just said i slept in pretty late.”

“and did i say that was a bad thing?” cue two more arm tugs.

just as you were about to lay back down and into sam’s arms, you heard a few knocks, followed by dean’s voice through the door. “cars packed up, you kids have got fifteen minutes or i’m leaving you behind!”

“i guess no cuddling today.” sam has to suppress a whine as he reluctantly gets out of bed.

“do you think we have time for a shower?”

“oh, definitely.” you jump out of bed and grab sam’s outstretched hand, following him into the bathroom.

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

[snifflesandsnzes]

can you write a snz fic for hongjoong pls, i don’t have a specific request you can just freestyle i guess hehe. thank you! i’ll appreciate anything you come up with

Heyyyy! First off, thank you so much for your request! It was just what I needed to get me started on writing after my exams! I loved writing this!! Also, I love that my first fic after my "hiatus" is an Ateez fic because I LOVE them! I hope you enjoyyyy!

Your refusal to be weak is likely what keeps you weak

“Members, gather up! Let me brief y'all on your newest Wanteez episode!” Ateez's PD called out to them.

After about 15 minutes of getting briefed on the theme for the next few episodes, it was clear to the members that this episode was going to be one of the funnest they've ever had. It was basically a time for the members to go on a vacation together and spend some quality time with each other. Not to mention, it'll be a break from their busy schedules recently. The only thing that'll make the whole trip feel like work would be the cameras but since all of them were super close to the Wanteez team, it'll be fun nonetheless. 

When the day for their departure finally rolled around, all the members were equally excited for it despite the freezing January weather. The members were jumping out of bed at record speed, not wanting to waste even a second. Well, all of them except Hongjoong. 

Truth be told, Hongjoong had started feeling a little off the day before their trip. He had brushed it off, deciding that it was because he hadn't been dressing warmly enough. But the exhaustion he felt when he climbed into bed that night along with the slight ache at the back of his throat couldn't be explained by just that. But Hongjoong would be damned if he admitted what all those signs could mean.

When Hongjoong woke up the next day, he immediately noticed how much worse he felt. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to keep his eyes open and difficult to hear anything clearly. His throat had actually started hurting now unlike the slight ache he felt the night before. And above all, he was met with an almost burning sensation in his sinuses. Groaning softly, he got out of bed and stepped outside his room. 

As soon as he entered the living of his dorm, he was met with chaos. Jongho had a small suitcase in the middle of the room where he was currently shoving all his clothing and other essentials haphazardly. Due to where it was, the suitcase kept making Wooyoung trip over it as he tried to make breakfast for all of them. Hongjoong sighed softly but then he smiled at them fondly, despite how tired he felt. “Hongjoong-hyung!” Wooyoung called, after finally having noticed Hongjoong standing at the doorway. “You're up! You should get ready because we have to meet our staff at, like, 10 am sharp. And after you're done packing, we can eat breakfast together.” Wooyoung said happily and even though Hongjoong wasn't really all that hungry at the moment, how could he deny him? So Hongjoong just nodded and gave Wooyoung a soft smile before trudging towards the bathroom. As soon as he turned on the bathroom lights, however, the brightness made the burning sensation in his sinuses increase tenfold and his breath caught in his throat, eyes fluttering shut. “hh'EtChuHh!-” Hongjoong blinked in surprise after the sneeze before sniffling wetly. It seemed like the sudden sneeze had made his nose start to run like crazy, causing his breath to catch on more than one occasion while he tried to do his regular morning routine. 

When he was finally done with everything, Hongjoong went back to his room to collect his luggage. It's a good thing that he had packed it in advance. Maybe his past self had known that he really wouldn't be up to it in the morning. He then made his way back to the living room, luggage in hand. Jongho had finally managed to pack his luggage and his suitcase was currently on the sofa, making the room look much more clean. Seonghwa would be proud (and if he’s not, he should be). Wooyoung had already finished making breakfast and was currently piling food onto plates for Hongjoong and Jongho. “Okay, Joong-hyung and Hojung-ah, come and have your breakfast. We need to leave soon, anyway.” Both Hongjoong and Jongho took a seat at the table and as Hongjoong started eating, he, once again, thanked the heavens above that he got to share a dorm with Wooyoung because that meant he could taste the younger's amazing cooking whenever he wanted and for that he would always be grateful (okay, maybe a bit too dramatic for just kimchi fried rice but whatever). After finishing their meal, they all helped each other clean up, hauled their luggage out and locked the dorm. Hongjoong dialed up Seonghwa, wanting to make sure they were all leaving their respective dorms at around the same time. He confirmed that yes, Seonghwa, San and Mingi were currently leaving their dorm and no, Seonghwa (surprisingly) hadn’t packed his favourite lego set. Only after Wooyoung confirmed that Yunho and Yeosang were on their way too did the 3 of them leave for their designated meeting spot before the filming started. 

When Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho made it to their meeting spot, Yunho and Yeosang were the only ones there. As they stepped out of their car, Hongjoong immediately regretted not wearing something warmer. The chilly weather along with the ever-present wind made him start shivering almost immediately. Jongho, who had been standing next to him, seemed to have noticed because he turned to him. “Hyung, why didn't you wear a jacket? You're literally shivering! Here, take mine.” He said as he shrugged off his jacket. Hongjoong felt the tips of his ears start to heat up from embarrassment. “I'm fine, Jongho-ya, you don't need to do that.” But Jongho still placed his jacket on his hyung's shoulders regardless. “I don't get cold that easily, hyung. I'm serious! You need this jacket way more than me right now.” Hongjoong wanted to argue a bit more but he couldn't deny that the jacket felt good on his shoulders so he just mumbled a quiet thank you to Jongho, accepting the sweet gesture of his maknae.

Once Seonghwa, San and Mingi had also arrived, their PD ushered them into the bus that was going to take them to Taean. The members were all talking animatedly amongst themselves as they contemplated who they wanted to sit next to. Truth be told, Hongjoong would have preferred to just be alone because he knew he was actually getting sick at this point. But luck wasn't on his side and he was stuck seated next to Seonghwa at the very back of the bus. Don’t get him wrong, Hongjoong usually loved Seonghwa's company but at the moment, he wanted to hide the fact that he was catching a cold from him and he knew Seonghwa would probably figure him out immediately. But since he couldn't do anything about it, Hongjoong just closed his eyes and let out a sigh. He would deal with all of his problems later, right now he needed to rest. He felt Seonghwa wrap an arm around him, making Hongjoong's head fall onto his shoulder. “You'll be more comfortable this way.” Seonghwa whispered to him. Hongjoong whispered a word of thanks to him and Seonghwa just patted his hair in response. 

After about an hour of falling asleep against Seonghwa, Hongjoong was roused by the burning itch in his sinuses. He tried rubbing at his nose but that just made it so much worse. He looked over at Seonghwa who was fast asleep and let out a curse under his breath. Not wanting to wake the other, Hongjoong pinched his nose right when he felt his breath start to hitch. “hH’NGtT!-” Hongjoong managed to stifle the first sneeze but without any warning, his breath started to hitch again and he felt his eyes flutter shut. "hHt’NgTChieww!-” Hongjoong let out a sigh after the second sneeze, rubbing at his nose. Though he had managed to stay quiet, he hadn't been able to fully stifle the sneeze and he knew that Seonghwa had probably heard him. Still, Hongjoong had his hopes up until he felt Seonghwa hand him a tissue. “Bless you,” Seonghwa said, his voice deeper than usual due to sleepiness. “Thanks, Seonghwa-yah. You can go back to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up.” Seonghwa shook his head at Hongjoong's words. “It’s fine, don't worry about it. Just don't stifle your sneezes like that, Joong-ah, you're gonna hurt yourself.” Hongjoong blushed a little at his words but nodded.

After softly rubbing his nose with the tissue, Hongjoong put his head on Seonghwa's shoulder again, willing himself to not sneeze again. Seonghwa had already fallen asleep again and soon enough, Hongjoong found himself drifting off as well. After what felt like barely a few minutes to him, he was being shaken awake by Yunho. “Joong-hyung, Hwa-hyung, wake up! We've reached Taean and PD-nim wants us inside the lodgings immediately.” Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair, yawning widely while Hongjoong let out a petulant whine. Yunho laughed at his hyungs before grabbing both of their hands and pulling them to their feet. “Hyung, come on~! We're gonna be late!” Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa grumbled under their breath but soon enough, they trudged out of the bus and into their lodgings behind the other members. When they were all inside their lodgings, their PDs briefed them about the filming process. The members had the rest of the day off to do whatever they wanted and they would start filming the next day. The members were also informed of their sleeping arrangements. To give off the proper MT vibe, the members were supposed to sleep on the floor with mattresses. All the members were mostly happy with this arrangement as it reminded them of their trainee days. Hongjoong, on the other hand, was dreading the experience. Sleeping next to the members while fighting an oncoming cold did not seem ideal in the slightest. But since he couldn't speak up without sounding unprofessional, he stayed silent. Meanwhile, the other members found it impossible to stay silent. After a long, drawn-out discussion or “battle” as Wooyoung called it, they finally decided on their respective spots on the floor. Hongjoong, who just wanted to get some goddamn sleep, settled on his mattress as soon as the others’ “battle” was over. He should have known, however, that there was never a peaceful moment when you're with Ateez.

“Whatcha doing, hyung? Mingi asked, taking a seat next to Hongjoong. Not having the heart to ignore the younger, Hongjoong just shrugged. “Nothing much, Mingi-yah. I'm just a bit tired.” Wooyoung, who had been trying to get Yeosang to cuddle with him, commented, “Well, that's what happens when you refuse to keep a regular sleep schedule, hyung.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes and he was about to reply with his own snarky comment but his breath caught on an inhale. He quickly brought his hands up to his face, his chest rising and falling with desperate gasps. “hHt…HhT-! Hhht…hH'EtChieww!-” Hongjoong sniffled against the tickle which immediately caused it to peak again. “hhT…hHt'ETChuhH!-” “Wow, bless you!” Mingi said, surprised. Hongjoong felt his face grow hot with all the attention. “Thanks, Mingi-yah.” He whispered quietly. “Hyung, you okay?” Yunho asked from across the room. “Yeah, I'm fine, Yunho-yah.” Hongjoong said quickly, almost reflexively. He could feel Seonghwa's eyes on him from across the room as well but he decided to deal with that problem later.

The tickle in his sinuses seemed to have stopped after the 2 sneezes but Hongjoong knew well enough that it was just the calm before the storm. Not wanting to sneeze in front of the members and worry them more, Hongjoong stood up and wandered off in the vague direction of their lodgings’ kitchen. Even though he didn't particularly feel like eating, some tea might actually help get rid of his cold. But before Hongjoong could discreetly leave the kitchen, tea in hand, he was stopped by Seonghwa. So much for wanting to avoid trouble, Hongjoong thought bitterly.

Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong, the captain shrinking a little under his friend's sharp gaze. Not to mention the irritating urge to sneeze was coming back to him. (Not now, damnit!) Soon enough, his breath started to hitch and he brought his wrist up to his nose and mouth, his head snapping to the side. “hH'EtCHieww!-” “Bless you,” Seonghwa's tone was dry but there was still a hint of worry behind his words. “And bless you again.” Hongjoong made a confused sound at the back of his throat but then had to immediately turn away again as he snapped forward with another forceful, “hHt'EtCHuHh!-” Hongjoong sniffled wetly as he turned back to Seonghwa. “How’d you know I was gonna sneeze again?" Hongjoong asked, trying to keep his tone casual. Seonghwa heaved a huge sigh, taking out a travel pack of tissues and handing it to him. “Because I know you, Joong-ah.” He then heaved another huge sigh and Hongjoong closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable. “You're sick, aren't you?” Seonghwa asked and though it was a question, he didn't sound like it was. “I-” “Kim Hongjoong, I swear, if you pull any of that “but I'm the captain, I need to be strong” shit, I will personally end you. You're allowed to be weak sometimes. Besides, your refusal to be weak is likely what keeps you weak.” Hongjoong sighed after Seonghwa's little monologue, exhaustion suddenly taking over his bones. Seonghwa's right, of course he is. But it's not like Hongjoong's going to admit that so easily. “We're supposed to be professional, Hwa-yah.” Hongjoong decided to say instead and Seonghwa rolled his eyes. “It’s just us, Joong-ah! You can let your guards down in front of us!” Hongjoong just shook his head, feeling a horrifying burning sensation in his eyes. “I'll be alright, Seonghwa. Don’t worry about me.” Hongjoong finally managed to push past the other, leaving Seonghwa standing in the kitchen alone. He drank his tea in hopes of getting better soon but while trying to dispose of the cup, he got ambushed by San this time.

“Hyung, you're drinking tea? You only ever do that when you're sick. Are you okay?” Hongjoong pushed the urge to groan down as he said, “I'm fine, San-ah.” "You really don’t look fine, though.” San said, taking in his hyung's teary eyes, bright red nose and almost feverishly pink cheeks. “I’m fine, San-ah! Could you drop it?!” Hongjoong snapped, getting tired of all the questioning. San’s eyes grew wide and Hongjoong immediately regretted snapping at him. “Wait, San-ah, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’m sorry! I just- hHt’ETChieww!-” Hongjoong blinked, the sneeze having caught him completely by surprise. “Bless you, hyung! And it’s fine, hyung. You don’t need to apologize, really.” San said and Hongjoong felt even more bad for snapping at him. But before he could say anything else, his breath caught on an inhale and he could barely pull the collar of his shirt to his nose and mouth before he gasped softly. “hH’EtChuHh!- hHT!- hHh…hHt’ETChiihH!-” Hongjoong sniffled harshly as he took a few tissues from the travel pack Seonghwa had given him and blew his nose softly. “Woah! Bless you, hyung!” San said, surprise evident in his tone. “How long are you going to keep pretending to be okay, hyung? You do know we can see right through you, right? You can let yourself be weak around us.” Wooyoung said as he took the forgotten cup from Hongjoong’s hands before running a hand through his hyung’s hair. “Exactly! You don’t need to be the strong “captain” around us all the time! You can lean on us just as much as we can lean on you.” Yunho said earnestly and the others all nodded at his words. Now, Hongjoong didn’t know if it’s because of his sick state or his dongsaengs’ sweet words but he felt the tears he’d tried so desperately to hold back pouring out of him. And of course, Wooyoung didn't hesitate before pulling him into a hug, gently kissing his cheek. They stood like that for who knows how long, Wooyoung rubbing circles on his back as Hongjoong buried his face in his neck. “Hyung…” Wooyoung whispered softly into his hair, his tone sad. He hated seeing his members cry. “I’m alright, really, Young-ah. I just…I love you guys so much.” Hongjoong said, blushing furiously, the last part of his sentence coming out as a whisper. Wooyoung cooed and hugged his captain tighter, making Hongjoong smile warmly.

When Hongjoong finally stopped crying and Wooyoung pulled out of the hug, Seonghwa appeared out of nowhere, pulling him into a short hug as well. “So, will the Kim Hongjoong finally admit weakness?” He asked, his tone snarky and Hongjoong gave his fellow ‘98 liner a small smile. “I guess you could say that.”

(And Hongjoong swore he could hear all of the members letting out a collective cheer at his words.)

[hlvstia]

— let loose.

pairing : peter parker x f!reader ( tom!spider )

summary : you find peter angrily training by himself.

warnings : fic MENTIONS spoilers for no way home && MENTIONS blood and death a wee bit. do NOT read if you havent seen nwh and if you aren’t comfortable with said topics.

a/n: switches to 2nd and 3rd pov but doesn’t change the style too much! :)

word count : 1.5k+ MY BIGGEST YET !!! got carried away. OKAY, have fun reading! send requests and i’ll write them <3 also got two fics coming up hehe

after dr. stranges spell, he was furious with himself. he hated the fact how he was forced to forget you and his friends.

all he wanted to do was run into your arms and kiss you. that’s all he wanted. unfortunately, he couldn’t; the presence that he once had was certainly gone because of something he decided to do.

everyday he breathed air was a reminder that you were no longer in the grasp of his arms. he could no longer kiss you to sleep whenever you had a hard time falling asleep.

he was your forte. and your reason to keep on pushing.

god, peter had felt worthless without his close circle. he had to get his anger out somehow. i mean, who was suppose to bottle in the feeling of losing his aunt and his close friends in a close time span?

without a single thought, his fist aimed for the matted material, hitting his knuckles against it as the punching bag jerked back, the chain rattling each time he did.

each punch was a feeling he held inside— one for his aunt, one for you, one for mj and one of ned. each fuckin’ time his knuckles dug into the training equipment was a reminder of how much he was pathetic. at least to himself.

nor’ did he have any gloves to protect his hands. he didn’t care at this point, not caring how much his hands bled from his harsh punches.

hell, his tears threatened to spill out from his puffed up eyes. you could already tell he’s been having a tough time, hence, finding him connecting his fist to the bricked wall behind him.

[y/n] furrowed her eyebrows together, seeing him let out a couple of weak grunts as she grabbed a clean damp towel, approaching the male who seemed irregular than ever.

seeing you made him freeze in his spot, his eyes slightly widening to the fact that you approached him first. he knew you came here regularly, training yourself just in case something horrible had happen to you in the middle of the streets.

so, he signed up for a membership and began training and tracking your schedule for whenever you came. 6pm on the dot always. if anything, he would even catch the moon for you.

“hi, i know it’s not my place but i couldn’t help but notice your knuckles… they’re, uh, bleeding?” your voice was soft spoken, your eyes pointing at his knuckles, the dried blood latching onto his skin. “can i?” you continued, holding out the damp towel to him. “i… yeah,”

most of his words were caught in his throat as he held out his knuckles to you, his eyes focused on your facial features. you were still beautiful as ever to him— the way your lips looked, and the way your eyes were soft everytime they were hyperfixiated.

your lips curled into a small smile, softly pressing the towel onto his knuckles as it picked up the blood, swiping it with a low pressure to wash away the dried blood, but not too much to injur him.

peter winced, sucking the air between his teeth quietly as the fabric made impact with his open cuts, causing him to bite down onto his lips.

[y/n] chuckled softly, feeling bad about his pain but she couldn’t help but giggle at his foolish decisions. “sorry, but maybe next time wear gloves? they help a lot, i promise.” you suggested, wiping his knuckles one last time before folding the towel and pushing his hands down in a soft manner.

there it was again. this was the reason why he had fallen in love with you in the first place. you were always soft and caring to everyone, even if you barely even knew them.

“thanks again, but uh— it didn’t cross my mind to wear gloves. i guess i was heated in the moment? can’t really explain what i was thinking.” peter took one more glance at his knuckles before meeting with your eyes again, this time, his face softening with yours.

“no problem, but can i wrap them up for you? i wouldn’t want your hands getting infected.” you suggested, turning your back to another part of the gym as you started walking, not giving him a chance to deny your offer. “i wouldn’t want to give you too much work— oh, uh… okay!” he nervously followed you behind, keeping a safe distance between you two.

he had a soft blush on his face, not being able to contain the fluttering in his heartbeat each second he looked at you.

as you finally approached your gym bag, you dug in there until you found your packed med kit, placing it on the ground as you opened it, hearing the click. “always bring this with me just in case someone got hurt,” you mumbled to him, searching for an alcohol wipe for his open cut.

he knew you did, but couldn’t bring up the fact that he was aware of it already.

“really? wow, you seem really sweet.” he softly grinned at your comment, his heartbeat becoming faster as he saw you get up, tearing the packet open. “thank you, i would hope i am.” you laughed at his remark, cleaning his knuckles with the wipe. “oh, sorry! forgot to warn you!” quietly gasping to yourself, you felt his body tense up from the sudden stinging spreading throughout his cut.

“n-no, you’re fine! it’s just an alcohol wipe, no biggie.” he mumbled, his body returning to its original state. “yeah but again, it hurts— i mean, the stinging pain is no fun.” you sighed, going back to your bag to grab the bandages that was nearby the med kit.

“right but maybe i should be used by this feeling now… i keep finding myself hurt.” peter flexed his hand, feeling the muscles pull as you tilted your head in confusion. “by training! because, um, i rarely bring my boxing gloves.” he quickly caught himself before you could question him, forgetting that you used to know his secret identity.

“oh? maybe you should approach me often. i’ll patch you up for free… i’d hate to see you hurt.” you unwrapped the adhesive bandage, circling the adhesive around his knuckles and around his fingers.

he let out a breathy chuckle, watching you tear the bandage and attaching it to the side of his hand. “i’ll take up on your offer, i guess i should be more aware though.” smiling to himself, he pressed his hands onto his sides.

“yaknow, i can’t help but fathom myself onto why you seem… so familar to me. have i seen you outside this gym?” [y/n] arched an eyebrow up, packing up her stuff as she zipped the bag closed.

peter couldn’t help but to nervously smile, scratching the back of his neck. there was no way you remembered, right? but again, he did visit the coffee shop you picked up shifts at. “the coffee shop not too far from here… you work there, right?” he responded, looking down to see you getting your stuff together.

“yeah, i do! forgot that this street is mostly filled with regulars!” you snickered, throwing the bag up to hold it on your shoulder.

you get a flashback of to you giving him coffee everyday, writing his name down on each cup sleeve. “peter, right?” you finally said his name.

and that just sent a million sparks inside him, feeling his knees be frail on spot. you had actually remember his name. “yeah, that’s me. peter parker, and, uh…” he paused for a moment, closing his eyes to try and remembering your name tag you had pinned to your shirt. “[y/n], isn’t that correct?” peter snapped his fingers when he finally remembered.

of course he did, but had to play it cool— man, this was going to be hard. having to fake everything because he didn’t forget anything about you.

“[y/n], [y/n] [l/n] to be exact.” you flashed a charming smile, holding out your hand for him to shake.

“it’s a pleasure to finally talk to you, [y/n].” his smile returned back, his hand barely curling as you two shook hands, gently.

fuck, it was so nice to actually say your name in front of you. your name rolling off his tongue perfectly.

“yeah, the pleasures mine!” you nodded, quickly checking your watch as you saw the time.

your eyes had widened, recalling that you had a friend hangout with mj and ned. “oh, gosh— i have to go, so sorry!” you exclaimed, taking one last look at him.

“wait! can i… get your number before you leave?” he blurted out, rushing to whip out his phone, opening up his contacts list. “for sure! you’ll have to text me later though!” you inclined, typing in your digits as you even inserted your name, pressing ‘done’ once you had finished.

“b-bye! text you later!” he watched you leave, hearing the bell ring as you fixed your clothes, speed-walking to the place you had to be.

just as always, he knew the time you arrived back home. 9:30pm, sometimes 9:50pm if you were at a restaurant with your friends.

as hours passed, you reached to your doormat and immediately heard a ‘ding!’ sound coming from your phone, and just to your surprise.

it was peter, peter parker.

looking at the unknown number for a second, you quickly changed it to his name, following along with a special emoji.

thank you for reading until the end! i know i keep bugging about it but SEND in your requests and reblog this post! it helps me a lot and makes me happy.

[dontexpectmuch]

Hii! I know I said it before but I genuinely do love your work, I couldn't stop thinking about it and it even inspired me to write some docs about Rúben [they're hidden in my drafts for now hehe]!

I said that I ranted about your neighbour!Rúben fic to my friend, and that a couple ideas sprouted into my mind.

My favorite idea was probably a part 3 with Rúben starting to pine after you and you also thinking about him in a similar/same way! I just thought it would be cute to see how Rúben would think about you and care for you in the slightest of ways [like how he would bring you dinner when you get home late, or offer to give you a ride to the university]. The way you ended part 2, telling Rúben that you appreciate him, felt like you deepened their relationship and perhaps the growing intimacy that they have.. especially the part with the eye contact.. the tension had me squirming and giggling!!

Part 3 could also go in a way where he starts to notice things about you that he didn't notice before, and you do the same. Although he's been to your apartment more than a few times, he's never really noticed the tinier things like how you have an extensive candle collection [you can never stop yourself from stopping in the home aisle and smelling different candles], or, for you, the way he has a few poetry books in Portuguese that he likes to read from time to time [who knew Rúben was quite the romantic?].

Obviously these are just a few ideas that you can implement into part 3, if you do happen to write it. But honestly whatever you do write would be amazing because you just have some sort of talent, something I can't really put my finger on but I want to keep coming back to read your work.

There is just this something about the way you structure, write and describe things that really immerse readers, like myself. It's almost like youve written this in a way that this exact situation could happen in real-life, it feels so seamless and natural to read.

I hope you are taking care of yourself and making sure that you're eating well and saying hydrated, especially in this summer heat! Make sure that you keep yourself happy and have a lovely day or night, much love and kisses 🩷

i actually feel so,, honored and proud that you talked to your friend about something that i wrote. just feels… surreal. and it makes me feel so happy and appreciated! seems like i do have a few good writing skills!!

generally, i always try to make my fics as natural as possible. i don’t think that those super detailed and maladaptive things are something that one might enjoy to read. that is why i try to make things happen in a natural environment! and it seems like you noticed it, which makes it all more worth it!

to be honest, i did think about making rúben fall for reader first, at the same time i am also someone that tries to portray the characters as realistic as possible. therefore, i believe that rúben would be very subtle when falling in love with someone.

next chapter would probably be in readers point of view! and i think reader is somewhat oblivious, or not really looking for something like that since she never really had the time to have a relationship.

but i love your points with rúben being kind and helpful towards her, noticing new stuff and all that!!

i genuinely thank you so much for your kind and encouraging comments, i hope u have the best day and maybe soon i’ll start working on the next part!!

[fridgemissionmaster]

Luke&MC ft.Barbatos: March Prompt/Day 10 Comet

Prompt list/available prompt requests here, making a fic everyday of march

Note: Okay, so... Luke was requested but as I was writing Barbatos accidentally got a bigger role so to like, even things out I guess, the second Barbatos prompt/day feature Luke

“I-… wow, that has got to be the largest cake I’ve ever seen.” You looked up and down the massive thing, wondering how Luke and Barbatos were planning on getting it through the door, let along all the way to the House of Lamentation. Then again there was probably nothing the mysterious butler and determined angel couldn’t do when it came to anything baking related… or would this count?

Diavolo stood beside you, oohing and awing as well. “Hehe, Beelzebub and Belphegor will certainly love this!” Barbatos gave his lord a little bow as he continued placing the last of the sprinkles.

“Hmm…” It would have been funny seeing Luke stand next to a cake at least three times his size, but the crossed arms, and sour look had you worried.

“Did something go wrong.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. The batter tasted good, and the frosting too. The cakes aren’t dry and the decorations are great.”

“… something feels off?”

“Yeah! But what…”

“The candles? It is a birthday cake.”

“No, no. Not something like that.”

You and Barbatos found yourselves standing beside the little angel looking up to the cake just as puzzled now yourselves. Something missing, something off, what could be wrong with the cake?

“Maybe… you want it to be more unique or special because it’s a birthday cake?”

“But there’s not much we can do now without ruining it.”

Okay, so something small. “Glitter?” You looked to Barbatos, wondering if the suggestion made sense but he too looked to you confused.

“Ah!” Immediately all eyes were on Luke. “Comet Dust! That’s what it needs!”

“Comet Dust?”

“Exactly that, dust from a comet.” You were confused by the butler’s answer. Like it’s literally that?

Luke looked up to Barbatos and before he could even ask the demon answered. “It’s a hard to come by ingredient, I was going to collect some for myself soon, but we could get some today.”

“We could!?”

“Yes, but if we want to get there in time we will need to get going now.”

“Okay! Wait, Simeon should be expecting me back soon.”

“I’ll inform him of this impromptu trip.”

“Thank you Barbatos!” The demon quietly chuckled, Luke’s enthusiasm to infectious and charming.

“MC, would you come with us? I know it’s last minuet, but you haven’t had Comet Dust, right? You could try some, and you could tell us if it’s something Belphegor would like.”

“Just Belphie?”

“Well, Beelzebub would eat anything, and I already know he’ll eat Comet Dust.”

So… literal dust from a comet? You couldn’t think to long on it soon rushing out the door after Diavolo was sent back to his paperwork, the three of you racing through town then marching up a mountain side, Luke carrying a glass jar the whole way.

You were headed for the top. It was exceptionally crisp and clear, a cooling wind rushing past making any clouds that could have once been around long gone. The winding path mostly dirt with the wooden steps for particularly steep sections. Despite Barbatos being the one to suggest this location Luke was the one more so taking the lead of your little party. It wasn’t one of the taller mountains near the castle but it was one of the clearer ones with less dense forests and not as rough rocky terrain. There was nothing in the way of the view of the city, nor the sky, the darkness of the Devildom so all consuming, no matter how bright the Castle Town no light pollution could ever obscure the view.

“There! You can see the comet!” Luke was right, there indeed was that light streaking across the sky, a surprisingly exceedingly rarer sight in the Devildom. Honestly other than Luke’s excitement the main thing keeping you going and from taking a break was the curiosity at how these two were going to get the stuff in the first place.

“Luke, be careful!”

“I am!”

You and Barbatos picked up in pace trying to keep up with the kid who managed to prance on ahead seemingly effortlessly.

“You can get a better view of it here!” Luke stood atop a large boulder; gaze locked onto the sky above.

“MC, are you alright?” Barbatos’ hand rested on your back. You simply nodded as you caught your breath, hands resting on your knees. “h-how does, he have the energy?”

“MC?!” Poor Luke, you were fine. Body just wasn’t expecting a sudden race and hiking trip. The boy came racing back, almost tripping over himself on the way-

“WAH!”

“LUKE!”

The earth trembled, ground tearing apart and crumbling in on itself. Half the mountain sank while the other jetted up, spiriting Luke away!

Damn itDamnitDAMNIT!

“BARBATOS! WE HAVE TO- SOMETHING!” You clutched onto the butler’s uniform, your grip killing your hands and nails practically dug trough the fabric meeting your skin again.

“MC, we need to remain cal-”

“NO, WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING OR THE KID’S GONNA GET HURT!”

“MC, we have faced far worse situations, and you never faltered or panic, this is no-”

“THAT WAS WHEN GROWN ASS DEMON ADULTS GOT THEMSELVES IN DANGER FOR THE HUNDRETH TIME, NOT! LUKE!” AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE DEMONS WEREN’T THREATNING TO KILL THE KID THIS TIME! “BESIDES IF I’M NOT THE CALM ONE EVERYONE ELSE WILL PANIC AND LUKE IS ALL THE WAY UP THERE AND YOU’RE HERE!”

“GUYS” LUKE! You couldn’t see him! Where did he-

“LUKE!” WAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT

You and Barbatos raced to the edge, arms out stretched as Luke sent himself flying over the edge, jumping as far has his little legs could take him.

You only didn’t fall over from the impact with Barbatos holding you up, Luke crashing into you with such force your head rang, stars completely consumed your vision, head ringing. Legs gave out, clutching onto the kid for dear life Barbatos held the pair of you close.

…

And just as quickly as the earth began to tremble and break, it stopped. None of you let go though, hearts still racing.

Barbatos was the first when a deep rumbling began to ring out.

“T-the top of the mountain’s turning!?” Luke clung to you tighter at the sight.

“Oh.” There were… thick scaly legs and…

A turtle.

A gigantic turtle carrying the top of the mountain atop it’s shell.

All that

Was it standing up.

…

OKAY! Nothing should surprise you at this point, hell, this was once of the tamer things you had experienced here, yet still, here you were!

The creature lowered it’s head as Barbatos approached, placing a hand on it’s snout.

You heard something like that rumbling from before, but it felt more like it quietly echoed in the back of your head.

“… wanted, um.”

“Luke?”

He continued to mumble to himself before shaking his head. “I kind of know what the turtle’s saying, but I don’t know some of the words.”

“This World Turtle has been asleep for a long, long time.” Immediately your and Luke’s attention snapped to Barbatos. “They heard us talking about the comet and wanted to see. They do apologize for the commotion, they thought we were further on it’s shell and didn’t have the chance of falling off.”

Quickly Luke scurried off your lap, taking your hand, trying to pull you up. You stood, despite your legs still feeling a bit shaky. “I swear this Comet Dust better be good, I think I might have had a heart attack.”

“MC! Are you hurt!? Are you okay!?”

“I-I am!” Still shaken up you a bit more loose lipped. “As long as you are?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Luke gave you a confident nod, drawing out a sigh of relief from you. “And the Comet Dust is really good! I promise!”

There was that rumbling in your head again.

“Help?”

“The World Turtle has offered to help us as way of apology.”

“It has!?”

Still holding your hand Luke took you to the creature, Barbatos already climbing his way to the top of it’s snout, leaning over the edge with his hands outstretched.

Easily enough you got Luke up and once he was Barbatos pulled you up, Luke helping by pulling on your sleeve.

All three of you sat there, just waiting. Slowly it lifted it’s head, the Devildom and the mountain below shrinking and shrinking, then gone, obscured by this wet mist then

Stars. Stars and void all around.

Luke. “MC, are you okay?” Suddenly you could see Luke sitting before you, and you could feel Barbatos hand letting go of your shoulder.

“We’re in space?”

Luke hugged you. “Hey, I’m here! You’re okay.”

Yeah, maybe you were a little shaken. It all felt so… odd. Almost like being in one of those children’s star exhibits in museums, this creepy balance of realistic scenes and prop work. You swear you could see the walls the stars were being projected onto but something deep in you knew that if you reached out, you wouldn’t feel any wall, then some barrier would break, one that was never there.

“Luke, MC, may I?”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry.”

“There’s no need to be.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

Stiffly you let go of poor Luke whom you were clutching. You didn’t even realize. Once he had enough space Luke passed Barbatos the jar before hugging you again. “… Thank you. It’s… so strange here.”

Luke looked to you, confused. “Space?”

“Normally,” With a pop the jar was opened. “humans would not be able to experience existence outside of a world.” The comet looked like a paper mache project, paper ribbons making up it’s tail. “The human mind will do anything to understand, even making things appear as they are not.” He swiped the jar through the paper, sparkly light beginning to fill it. “So, some things may be appearing a little odd.” With the lid back on you began to shrink away. “But you are safe.” Barbatos kneeled before you.

“Yeah, and I’m your Guardian Angel so even if you’re scared, I’ll protect you.” Hah, even if that danger was worrying about him?

Oh you were back on the mountain. Soon all three of you slid off the World Turtle, back on the ground.

There was that rumbling again. Luke began opening the jar, pouring a little into his hand. The maw of that ancient beast opened, Luke tossing some of that glowing light onto it’s tongue.

More rumbling. “No, thank you!” And then he came running back to you and Barbatos.

“What did it say?”

“It thanked us for waking it up to see the comet and for giving it a taste of Comet Dust. Oh! You still need to try some!” Luke opened the jar again as the three of you began walking away, as you turned from the corner of you eye you could see the creature returning to it’s shell, you swore there was a smile on it’s face.

“Here, hold out your hand.” It was like sand if it had the weight of dirt and the temperature of the mist from dried ice, so strange yet refreshing but not in a cool mint sort of way.

…

“Huh… kinda sour and tangy.” You walked on, confused by this flavor combo coming from something so cold, but it wasn’t bad, just not what you were expecting. “Great contrast against the sweet frosting I think. And definitely something Belphie’d like.”

“Yes!” Luke held you hand tight, almost running on ahead but catching himself. Barbatos chuckled to himself rather enjoying this odd turn of events.

[jesterwriting]

Happy 200 Followers! 🎉🎉

To celebrate 200 followers, I wanted to do something fun <33 For the next couple of weeks, I’ll be doing a little music / lyric based event!! This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this, so please, bear with me. That said, I’m incredibly excited to test this out, and if all goes well, I’m open do doing more events in the future!

My regular rules still apply, so keep that in mind and give them a little read. You can find them here!

- As a reminder, I tend to stick to gender neutral and male readers, but I’m willing to write female reader if requested specifically. However, I do reserve the right to default to gender neutral reader if I can’t find a way to organically incorporate gender into the fic :3

These are the characters I write for: Ace, Law, Koby, Zoro, Sanji, Crocodile, Shanks, Mihawk, Nami, Robin, Smoker, Tashigi, Buggy, Boa Hancock

- Please only send one character per prompt. I’m open to doing the same character multiple times, though! Especially if they’re my fav >:3

- To make a request, send in the name of the song the lyric is from and the name of the character you want for it. Make sure I know this is for the event in your ask! I can be a little dense at times, hehe.

- You’re welcome to be specific for a request, such as specifying if you want fluff or angst, or if you’d prefer the lyric to relate more to the reader or to the character you’ve requested!

- All that said, have fun and go crazy! I’m excited and i hope you are too <33 Have a wonderful day, and thank you for reading and/or requesting!! If you have any questions, feel free to ask or DM me and I’ll happily clarify :3

- Update: Just to clarify, I don’t do doubles of the same prompt. I don’t wanna get overwhelmed with the amount of requests! So, once a prompt is requested, I strike it through and it’s done :3

bad idea right?

↝ ”yes i know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect? i only see him as a friend (the biggest lie i ever said)”

↝ buggy x reader

red flags

↝ “the best movie of all, the masterpiece of art called: human centipede!”

↝ robin x reader

cowboy casanova

↝ “he’s a good time cowboy casanova, leaning up against the record machine.”

↝ cowboy!ace x reader

bitter water

↝ “i am not a fool entire, no i know what’s coming. you’ll bury me beneath the tree i climbed when i was a child.”

↝ boa hancock x reader

maybe

↝ “you loved me holy with your cross and your disease. did you feel that close to god when you had me on my knees?”

↝ crocodile x reader

anniversary

↝ “giving you up? what are you on about? never give up believing in us.”

↝ sanji x reader

quiet

↝ “i’m not yours, and you’re not mine, but we can sit and pass the time. no fighting wars, no ringing chimes, we’re just feeling fine.”

like a dog

↝ “and so my soul could soar with my heart on the altar of science, like an obedient dog.”

recover

↝ “i’ll give you one more chance to say we can change or part ways. and you take what you need, and you don’t need me.”

the vampire waltz

↝ “oh, i feel it being drawn out, the blood flowing steadily into your mouth. this dark night, cruel and cold, you whisper softly, ‘honey, you’ll never grow old.’”

↝ vampire!sanji x reader

bridezilla

↝ “i’m gonna run down the aisle and tongue kiss the priest, dance on your mother like an eight-legged freak. i’m gonna stuff my face and eat the whole damn cake. baby, i can’t wait for my perfect wedding day!”

alien, alien

↝ “alien, that’s right, i’m you alien! your heartstrings pulled and deftly lulled, i’ve caught a shooting star.”

↝ crocodile x reader

dangerous thing

↝ “something about you is soft like an angel, and something inside you is violence and danger. i knew from the moment we met, you are a dangerous thing.”

↝ law x reader

me and my husband

↝ “and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. but when he walks in, i am loved, i am loved.”

↝ law x transmasc!reader

like the dawn

↝ “you were the brightest shade of sun when i saw you. and surely, you will be the death of me, but how could i have known?”

↝ mihawk x reader, fluff

halloweenie v: the moss king

↝ “i am the moss king, here in your house. you sing the song with your wicked mortal mouth. sing to me sweetly, call to me now. there’s a hundred hauntin’ spirits in the trees lookin’ down.”

↝ zoro x reader

[lovelynim]

Noises

Honkai Star Rail - Himeko

A/N: This fic is based on a little headcanon I came up with a while ago and shared with some friends. After a little time procrastinating, I decided to write it, hehe.

Summary: During the night, Himeko starts to hear some 'noises' coming from the passengers car

Word count: 1389 words

Himeko stared at the screen in front of her, with arms crossed and a serious facade. If the Astral Express were to take this route, they would, at least, need a couple more supplies for the trip. Food, water, repair kits and… Sigh, the list went on with some other items.

“What a headache,” she muttered, rubbing her temper as she tried to give it another thought. If they could add one or two stops between their final destination, maybe they could leave it for now - but, then, wouldn’t it take twice as much time than their original plan?

As the redheaded navigator dived deeper and deeper into her thoughts, she felt a friendly, gentle touch on her shoulder. Opening her eyes and turning her head around, Himeko was met with Welt’s concerned and worried case. With a slight smile, he pressed his fingers into her shoulder, as if to sooth her or give her some sort of massage.

“Do you need some help, Himeko?”

“Mr. Welt, I didn’t expect to see you in the parlor car this late,” she joked, huffing a giggle as she rested one of her hands on top of his. 

“As much as I appreciate your offer, I should deny it. These are just some matters up to me to solve as the express’s navigator, nothing you should worry yourself with.”

He nodded, lifting his hand from her shoulder as her words reached him. “I know I can’t convince you when you settle your mind or something, but at least promise me you’ll get some sleep.”

“Hahah, you are treating me like one of the kids, mr. Welt?” 

“I wouldn’t word it like that, but I think it works.”

Well…’ Himeko started as she crossed one leg over the other, sighing. “I will figure this out, it’s just a matter of time. If I don’t solve this within the next 30 minutes, I’ll leave it for tomorrow.”

“Very well, I will return to my bedroom, then, but call me if you need anything.”

“Oh, wait for me. I need to pick something in my room as well,” she said, elegantly getting up from her seat and walking down the car with Welt.

“And what would it be?”

“Just… something to drink,” she said sheepishly, already predicting how the male would react.

“Tsk, are you sure it is a good idea to drink coffee at this hour?”

“Oh please, who do you think I am? Just a cup is far from enough to keep me up, hahah ~”

As they strolled down the passengers car, the duo couldn’t help but notice a small chatter coming from Dan Heng’s room. Besides the Express’s archivist’s voice, the newest member’s could also be heard coming from inside the room.

“Dan Heng must be having a tough time sharing a room with Caelus, I never saw his bedroom’s lights on so late,” Welt observed, continuing to walk with Himeko.

“Let the kids enjoy themselves, mr. Welt, it’s best for the crew if everyone tag along. Besides, Dan Heng has quite the knowledge in a couple of topics, I’m sure it will do Caelus some good to learn about those while staying in his room,” she smiled, stopping in front of her room’s door and watching while Welt headed to his.

“Good night, Himeko.”

“Good night, mr. Welt!”

Heading inside, Himeko quickly turned on her coffee machine, dropping the capsule as she muttered a tune one of the kids played in the phonograph earlier while she waited. The navigator inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of fresh coffee, smiling as she could pull her cup from the machine. “Now, let’s go back to work…”

Carrying her cup in one hand, she decided to walk a little slowly as she left her bedroom, after all, she didn’t even want to think about what Pom-Pom would say if she left a coffee stain on the carpet. But it shouldn’t take long for her to reach the-

thud

As the sound of something hitting the floor echoed from one of the bedroom’s, Himeko arched her eyebrow, concerned about the noise. Just what in the words were these kids up to at this hour?

As more weird sounds of impact came, the redheaded could tell their source: Dan Heng’s room. With careful steps, Himeko slowly approaches the room. As she lifted her hand as was about to knock on the door to check on him and Caelus, voices came from the other side of the door.

“C-Caelus! Stop… it… agh-”

“Come ooon ~”

What?

She blinked a few times, not sure if what she heard was right. Dan Heng’s voice sounded so… strangled, while the tone in Caelus’s words was… concerning. What was going on?

“N-nohoho!!”

She stopped again, standing in front of the door with a blank look on her face. All the worry from seconds ago seemed to vanish as she heard Dan Heng… laugh?

“Hehe, there it is! So you are ticklish…”

“E-enohohough!” She heard Dan Heng say, clearly laughing.

The noises from what sounded like a wrestling competition seemed to fit as the last pieces from the picture she was building in her mind. Much to her comfort, nothing harmful was happening.

“Where else are you ticklish? Here? Or… here?”

“C-Caelus! AHahAHAh, n-nohOHOT THEHERE!”

She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, taking a sip from her cup after she was done giggling at the scene in her imagination - after all, it would be a waste to let such a good coffee go cold.

Since he joined the express, Himeko never heard Dan Heng laugh like that - or being so loud, for that matter. But, a day after the new guy came in and, well, look (or hear) at him. 

Shaking her head, with a sly smile on her face, she decided to let the two of them be, resuming her walk as Dan Heng’s laughter slowly faded away, becoming quieter and quieter until nothing else could be heard.

As she headed back to the table where she was working on - and after finishing her coffee - Himeko could, indeed, finish her planning and, just like the rest of the crew (or, at least, most of them), she could head back to her room and enjoy a good and deserved rest.

By the wake up call time, when the members of the crew slowly headed to the parlor car to eat their breakfast, Himeko was already up, enjoying her drink - which, of course, was another cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Himeko,” a low, sleepy voice came from her side. Turning her head, she could see Dan Heng approaching, joining her at the breakfast table. “Good morning, Pom-Pom,” he added, greeting the conductor who was already running around the car.

“Oh, good morning, Dan Heng,” she said, smiling fondly at the boy as she placed her cup down. “Did you sleep well?”

“Ah, yes, I suppose. What about you?”

“Well, I have to admit I could finally rest at ease after finishing the planning, hahah. But it’s good to know you could catch some sleep as well, I was worried about you,” she said, closing her eyes as her lips curled into a smug smile.

“Huh?” Dan Heng tilted his head, blinking a few times in confusion, “worried about me? Because I was sharing the room with Caelus?”

“Oh, not because of that. I’m sure you guys were getting along just fine… I was just thinking if you could sleep with all that noise coming from your room during the night.”

Dan Heng choked as those words reached him, banging his fist against his chest as he coughed, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were already turning a little pink when he looked back at Himeko, with widened eyes. “N-noise? You… heard that?!”

“I was just passing by, don’t worry,” she chuckled at his reaction, resting her head on her hand, “but it’s good to see that you two were having fun. I never heard you laugh like that,” she added, giggling.

“L-laugh..? Oh, you- ah, I see,” he sighed, relieved, “Caelus just decided to mess with me and started tickling me. I didn’t mean to be lo-”

“Wait… what did you think I was talking about?”

“A-ahm… y-you see, it’s nothing, really,” he muttered, realizing he probably said more than he should.

[faeyun]

hello !! i was the one who said to lmk if you wanted an in depth review so here i am !!

first of all, i really really love your writing. this is probably the first time i’ve come across your work and i was really amazed. i’m all for toxic relationships and dubcon and i really think you captured it so well. to be honest, i don’t really have negative remarks other than the fact that it’s really obvious to the readers but not to the ‘reader’ and also the fact that i was actually imagining life sized dolls at first 😭 but mostly it’s fine. i had many many feelings during reading this 🙂‍↕️ cause i kind of understand reader where it’s obviously a toxic and kind of odd relationship but in a way where you still want to stay and you still want to be obsessed over by someone you yourself are obsessed with. it’s also kind of sad cause the reader represents being perfect and can never lessen from being perfect after finally becoming a doll and being retained as perfect. i kind of get wanting to be obsessed over to the breaking point of being fine being destroyed. she knows he wants to destroy her but she wants him to destroy her. i really loved the small details about the missing girls. honestly though, maybe this is from my perspective but i like to think that deep down, the reader knew what was going on. she knew that there was probably something fishy. and she knew that these dolls were trying to tell her something more than she could understand on the surface,, but she was mostly in denial and didn’t want to accept it at all. so her mind tried to not even consider that an option. because sunghoon is so great and so perfect, why would he ever do that? he’s just busy at work and busy making his normal dolls? reading this was really like a short film. when i read/watch horror or thriller, i always have to pause because i get scared and this story made me really scared tbh 😭,, but it was really entertaining too. i said this before to someone else, but mostly i end up finding these fics cause i’m horny and want smut 💔 but damn it was crazy… and this isn’t even about the smut parts it’s about everything else. i think the build up and background and obsession really contributed to the smut and really made me feel a certain way/pos,, im not trying to glaze you or hype you up too much, but really it was really good… ugh he’s so toxic but i love it i love obsessive men 💜 lowk i’m also reading some of your other posts and reviews and the parts and elements of your writing is nawt too much and is in fact really well written 🙂‍↕️ the tension is conveyed really well where i get scared but it keeps me on my toes waiting for what happens next,, and if reader would get caught or not or if she’ll delve in and try to explore more. i almost hoped for a good end, but even so the ending was good and made sense. sighh this was really long and not really proofread so i hope you don’t mind 💔 i will be in touch with your next works (although don’t feel pressured). actually i just scrolled up and saw how long it is,, my bad 😭it really is good though (also i loved the smut 🙂‍↕️ and would be very happy with a prequel and also i think with how insane reader is it probably makes sense too if she just saw him with such rose tinted glasses and perfection to not even think about him being odd)

omg omg don’t even worry about the length hehe i LOVE long reviews like this and hearing what everyone thought when reading!!! and i like reading everyone’s theories and everything too!! also, i’ll take all the hype and glazing i can get lmaoo😭

it being obvious to the people reading but not quite the mc was intentional!!! like you said a little farther down how you thought deep that she knew there was something off, she did!! i tried to show this in a few subtle and not so subtle ways such as: in the very first scene when she’s making the eggs and hears what the reporter says on the tv, she drops the egg shell and it cracks, this was the first hint that like those rose-tinted glasses are coming off. and when she sees the missing girls and how they look like her and the smoke alarm goes off, that’s the second clue!!! i tried to have the smoke alarm represent how like the alarms in her head are finally sounding off. then it’s the moving dolls and the dollhouse scenes and everything until she finally sees how he cut up and sewn together those missing girls to try and make a human doll of her! as she said, she had all the puzzle pieces, but she just refused to see the full picture until it was too late.

and it is really sad that even in the end she literally couldnt escape that perfectionism… i know a lot of people wanted a more happier ending, but the whole theme of the dollmaker was about perfectionism, especially towards women, and how it’s something you can rarely escape. like not to go too deep with it since it’s fanfic lmao,,, but in the circumstances the mc was in and how perfectionism is literally embedded and ingrained into every fiber of her being, there was no escape for her. especially since once she did start to feel disgusted with perfectionism, it was only tied to when sunghoon was away more and more and she contributed that to him being away instead of her breaking free of this obsession with image he instilled onto her!! and when she was finally started to see that maybe it’s his fault, she shoved that down and followed him into the darkness anyways.

eeeeeee!!! everytime tells me how well the build-up and tension was i literally get so smiley because i truly thought that i didn’t write that that well… but to hear how my writing was actually scaring people and keeping them at the edge of their seats really means a lot to me!!! ♡♡ and i’m happy that that in turn made the smut better too and that my intentions for it came across well!! at first i was worried that it was wayyy too much plot but then i was like well i can’t just throw everyone into this crazy ass smut so it had to be so plot-heavy anyways heh,, also everyone saying how well written it is and how you all love my writing??? sobbing, screaming, crying, thank you so so much ilyy ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐ ♡♡♡

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR READING A LEAVING SUCH A DETAILED REVIEW!!!!! my heart is literally soaring right now you don’t understand ^^ i’m so happy that you liked it especially enough to let me know all your in-depth thoughts about it! hehe i hope you do stick around for my other works, i’ll be so happy to hear your reviews again!!! so don’t hesitate or shy away from leaving more in the future if you do!! hehe i love love love when people let me know these sort of things!!! ♡♡

[screampied]

Hi vegas i’m a little shy OOPS but this is my very first anon since i’ve started reading your fics like a year ago or something….. i just wanted to say i LOVE the way you write so much and i actually envy how descriptive you are??? I’m still a new writer and i feel like whenever i write it’s giving 8th grade level writing IDKKK i hate it so much but you’re honestly one of my inspirations on this app hehe. And mind you I don’t even 1. Write smut 2. Watch jjk 3. Enjoy reading smut all the time LOL

heavy on the watching jjk part tho… idt i’ll ever get into jjk for my safety but just so you know I THOROUGHLY enjoy reading your nanami and choso fics!!! I love how nanami’s almost constantly reader’s husband cuz he really gives off husband material to me + choso being so baby(? Girl idk) coded in every fic is just >>>> sorry I love shy guys honestly argh!!! But yeah idk why it took me so long to send an anon im sawry…. And can i just say your reaction pics are top quality i think my recent ones mostly come from yours

Also i saw that you kinda write for lovendeepspace… ok look. I dont play the game nor do I have the commitment for it but I love Zayne and xavier and was wondering if you’d do any zayne fics in the future!!! He’s also very husband fr he HAS to be a husband in every fic like nanami /j. Not sure if you do the anon emoji thingy but i can be 🍄‍🟫 i guess….

HIIIII BABIE omg neverrrr be shy this is a safe freaky space for you all 💖💖.

firstly thank u sm for reading my work !!!!!! aaah you are the sweetest, sometimes i feel like i just ramble too much whenever i get too into a scene so you saying that eases me hehe <3333

but you’re a new writer ? welcome !!!!! don’t think of yourself like that though :’))) hey, we all start from somewhere and it takes time to develop a writing style! you’ll see your progress over time the more you write, trust ☝️☝️. but aw fuck i’m so honored 😭😭. no worries !!! regardless if you’ve read / watched jjk or not you’re always welcome to read my stuff :P

TJANKYOUUUUU 😾😾😾😾. i’ll give u a virtual smooch rn doooont play. and ur so right, choso is def bbg coded </333 ugh i love him sm. shy guy supremacyyyyy >>>> and nooo, don’t apologize! you’re good, u can stop by my inbox wheneverrrr. and hehe i’m glad u think so xxx

YESSSSS i have. i’m tryin to get back in the game bc ive been soooo burned out from the quests n stuff 🫰🏽🫰🏽. the game’s pretty cool !!! it takes a bit to get used to, like the controls n stuff. HMMN MAYBE, I LOVE ZAYNE. he’s my second fav next to sylus. xavier we shall seeeee. you’re right about zayne, i too thought he reminded me a lot of nanami 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. they’re both so stoic but kinda each give off house husband vibes ??? could you imagine nanami in a medical! au as a cardiovascular auburn oooooh omg

[melodygatesauthor]

Weekly Update

8/20/2023

Announcements

- A Bit Dodgy is almost finished -

The chapter coming out this week is the second to last chapter for the series. It’s such a bitter sweet thing, ending a series, especially one that I’ve built such a community around. I’ve written 5 novel-length fics over the course of the last year, and A Bit Dodgy will be number 6. On 09/04/2023 it will be my one-year anniversary of writing fanfiction since coming back after not writing for about a decade and l can’t believe it. Holy CRAP. I’ll take the time to reminisce about my numbers and statistics on my one-year mark, don’t you worry lol. There will definitely be a celebration.

That being said, ending a series never gets easier. Even though I write for these characters all the time, Steven, Marc and Jake in this case, I’m still closing the book on this version of them. It’s sad, but I’m also very ready to move on to other stories and other versions of these characters. I also think I’ll write some headcanons and one-shots as I feel the desire to just to take the edge off when I’m missing them. I’ll talk more about this when I finish A Bit Dodgy. <3

- Requests are officially closed -

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be in a position to take requests again or not. My WIP list is a mile long, and right now (summer) is a VERY busy time for both of my jobs. I’m lucky if I get one day off a week. All this to say, it’s not feasible for me to continue taking requests when I can’t even handle the fics I have currently in the works.

I’m not saying I’ll never do requests again, it’s just not realistic right now. There will still be follower celebrations and birthday events and things like that in which I may take limited requests, but as far as the regular ones go, I gotta stop taking them for now. - THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M MAKING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT. PLEASE READ IT.

Fic Updates

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - Update this week

Pink - Update in progress

Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)

You can find my current WIP list here

Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming this week, but I need more time. So it won't come out tomorrow, it will be out Tuesday or Wednesday instead! Thank you for understanding!

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 3 is done! Just need to finish editing! I'll be putting it out Saturday bbs <3

The Fractured Moon - My primary focus this past week has been getting A Bit Dodgy finished, and also working on getting the requests and stuff for my 2k celebration done. I'll be working on part 4 of TFM this week to hopefully post next week!

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can’t Fight - Chapter 3 is done! I just need to finish editing and posting hehe.

All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:

Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

AI Character Bot Updates

I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)

Patient Steven and Marc

Moon Knight Rescue scenario

Miguel AI Assistant Scenario (inspired by @missdictatorme's Halo fic).

Am I missing any? Don't see one on the list that you want to add? Send me an inbox or private message! No promises, but if I like the idea I'll make an AI bot.

Requests

I'm finishing up all the inboxes from my 2k Follower Celebration! I'm almost through those so please bear with me.

There are 2 regular requests I have that will both be released this week! Exciting! - Those are the last 2 I have. Starting next week, the "request" category of my weekly update will be gone!

I think that's all for now! Much love!

Don't forget to follow my other blogs:

@melodymakesart - My art blog

@lockandkeynovel - The blog for my original fiction novel, Lock & Key

@melodyreadsfanfiction - The blog where I reblog works I intend to read, a good place for fanfic readers to follow!

@melodygatesupdates - This is where I'll reblog any chapter updates for my fics and whatnot. This is what I use instead of a tag list!

[tenrousei-kuroi]

I would just like to say that I constantly revisit your starcest fics on AO3 and they are all just *chef’s kiss* 😘 Nobody writes them quite as dark as you and you always have such unique premises for your fics that just spark my imagination! I really adored your Regulus Black is a Squib series in particular! Do you think you’ll ever revisit the Wings on the Blast fic you wrote? I was so excited when James and Remus were introduced to that series. I was really interested in their dynamic and how the rest of that story would play out. Either way, I love your work and wish you all the best!! 😊❤️

♡＾▽＾♡ I'm so glad you've been liking them! I'm always a little worried that one day people will realize that I've basically been writing the same fic over and over for a decade and call me out on it lol.

I will absolutely finish Wings on the Blast...I've got too much of the rest of it written to stop now, *hehe*. I meant to post the second chapter last month but some stuff got in the way. I'm so thrilled people have been asking about it <3 <3 I'll put an excerpt from the next chapter at the bottom of this post.

And I'm so sorry for the late response! I've been in and out of the country travelling some for work so a lot of my inboxes have been being neglected!

Anyway there are two fests I'm currently committed to and a third that I'm eyeballing (someone needs to rein me in for my own good, seriously), but after that Wings on the Blast and Ceremonious Nerves are top of my priorities list because I'm DYING to finish them and I'm feeling particularly motivated with those ones right now.

Regulus rolled over in Sirius’s lap and looked up at James fearfully. “You saying you didn’t have a good time?” Sirius asked carefully. James laughed. “Of course I did,” he admitted, circling the bed and smiling. “You know me, Padfoot, you know me so well.” Satisfied that Regulus’s wounds were fully dressed, Sirius called for Remus to bring some clothes and began dressing his brother for bed. Regulus was staring at the bloodstains on the sheets with a worryingly vacant expression. Noticing this, Sirius pulled his brother into a half hug and said coyly, “You don’t have to sleep here.” James smiled wickedly. “He can sleep with me.” Sirius smiled even wider. “Took the words right from my mouth.” Regulus froze like a rabbit caught far from its burrow. “Siri—” Regulus sounded panicked, near tears even. Sirius pulled his brother by a callous grip on his neck, pushing him towards the bathroom. “Go get ready for bed,” he ordered. James watched Regulus’s trembling form scuttle away from them, an obvious hunger on his face. “Don’t get any ideas, Prongs,” Sirius snipped. James raised an annoyed eyebrow. “Merlin you finicky bastard. You said—” “I know what I said,” Sirius snapped. “And I meant it but not now.” James ground his teeth. He was uncomfortably erect after watching Regulus’s naked body writhe on the bed. “Padfoot I swear to god if you’re just fucking with me. Maybe your family secret needs spilling after all.” Sirius rolled his eyes. “You promised to help me first, remember?” James felt his fingers twitch. He could still feel the smooth metal of the piercing in his grasp. “I thought I had,” he grumbled. “Just take him for tonight and let him worry. Let him see how you treat your favorite things.” Sirius eyed Remus with a wolfish grin. The other man had stepped back a few paces and was pretending to examine the sheet music laid out on Regulus’s music stand. James narrowed his eyes. “Having that much trouble keeping him in line, eh? Need me to hang out in the periphery as some sort of threat?” “I know your talents.” James groaned. “To think a decade ago I sat down next to you on that fucking train because I thought you looked so helpless and alone.” Sirius cracked a broad smile. “I’ll make good on my word, James. For now just...help me show my brother exactly what lies beyond the doors of this cushy home he has.” Remus coughed in disbelief. The other two men ignored him. Regulus never returned from the bathroom. Sirius seemed to expect this and marched in to drag him out. Regulus begged pathetically the whole while. “Please Sirius,” Regulus said sadly. “Don’t send—I...I want to sleep with you!” “Maybe later, Regulus. For now, leave.” Sirius’s voice was cold and Regulus fussed the whole while as James dragged him from his bedroom, Remus trailing behind them sullenly.

Poor poor Reggie, hopefully Remus can at least be nice...