#please get well soon coups

[stormyjisung]

And coups' acl injury, 😭😭😭😭

[okwonyo]

putting a ribbon on their biceps trend.

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heeseung would wear the ethereal smile of his when you bring the idea up, as the big fans of trend from this silly social media: he'd try to discreetly make the thought of doing it reach your head by making allusions to it, “oh look at that ribbon!” (you'd see right through him). he'd barely be able to stay still as you tie the ribbon around his biceps, his already short sleeves rolled and his beautiful skin exposed to the work. “show my face,” he tells you while you film— excited to be showed off on your account.

jongseong would have his eyes widen, flabbergast taking all over him as you sit next to him and roll up his sleeves; “wow.. why so eager, princess?” he'd tell you with a flirty smile and you'd stop in your motion, giving him a ‘shut up, idiot’ look perfectly accompanied with a charming smile of yours. he'd let you do your thing, enjoying whatever you are enjoying as-well. he'd just sit there and flex his biceps when you tell him to..

jaeyun would bite down his lips, enthusiasm washing all over him: both because you want to do a coupe trend with him and because he loves to show off what he worked so hard on to achieve. he'd even start flexing his biceps as soon as you start to tie the fabric around his muscle. “give it a kiss, so the mark would stain” he'd tell you before you start recording. unable to keep it any longer, you'd hear his giggles with lana del rey in the background.

sunghoon would feel himself to the maximum, with they way he loves to show his biceps at whenever chance he gets— and, because he has never dreamed of anything but doing trends with you. he is the type of boyfriend to flex his biceps so much, the ribbon would break; therefore the end of the video would show sunghoon laughing, a bit blurry, still, as you move the camera to his face.

seonwoo would be a tiniest bit taken aback when you start to tie the ribbon around his biceps— but it's not like he wouldn't be used to your weird antics already. nonetheless, he'd still be a bit curious of what the reason of this might be, “what does that even mean?” he'd ask you, fingers tips brushing against the pink fabric, “it's a trend, we are supposed to put a ribbon around what is ours” he'd flush as soon as the words leaves your mouth ><

jungwon would surprise you with the knowledge of the trend, already rolling up his sleeves when he sees you coming with the ribbon— he'd wear a smile that screams ‘i have been waiting for this’. if you feel like being teasing and humbling him a bit, which you would, you'd ignore him and put it in your hair. “oh, please,” he'd say with his hands appearing on your waist while you stand next to his sitting self. you'd end up sitting on his laps, tying another ribbon around his biceps.

riki would enjoy having a ribbon; he wouldn't know if it's because it's cute or just because you are the one putting it on his biceps.. ^^' seeing that he likes it, you'd end up putting ribbons all over him: hair strands, biceps, even might as-well wrap one around his tiny waist. and, with a content smile on his face, he wouldn't complain about it all.

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 27﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Yandere Hawks x F!Reader -> Ruts

Warnings: Dub!con, filthy dirty talk 😭, prone!bone, dóggy!, squirting, nicknames -> Baby bird, love bird, mentions of breed!ng, cumflation, plugging, overstimulation. Yandere tendencies, threats, wings as a source of threat, kidnapping. Let me know if I missed anything.

Summary: How you latched yourself as Hawks’ little thing after being just an avid fan, now caged and loved (in his own ways) and mated to. <3

You hate the crumbling feeling on your stomach that comes with Keigo's presence, your heart aches, your sanity gets crumpled under his dominant, ruthless gaze that hides oh-so-well behind his suffocating love. Keigo knew the moment he saw you for the first time, sparing your time at a coffee shop in the evening, the same shop he sometimes likes to visit. The coffee there is immaculate, not the 'gutter like' canned coffees he drinks for the hell of it. You were just as enamoured by the rest of the fans, gazing at him, some are nervously asking for his autograph, some of them are asking for selfies. Yet, nothing phases Hawks. It's as if he's made for this. Made to show everyone why he's the Number Two hero. You could almost swear it gave you strength and guts to ask yourself, so you get up from your place, walking towards him with that unhinged confidence, mingled with a hint of nervousness because of just how much you adored him as you urged him for a selfie. Mostly, Hawks takes respectful selfies with women, distancing himself just enough not to look probing, yet close enough to look friendly. Yet, she selfie you clicked with him didn't turn out to look so planned, so thought out. It almost seemed like Hawks wanted the momento you carried to have an imprinting significance.

Then, it was as if fate was responsible for what comes next, or that's something stupid you'd leave your old self to believe. Hawks saved you from harassing villains, taking you home couped up in his lap. Why wouldn't you ask him to come inside, why wouldn't you offer him a drink?

Now you're just a kidnapped nobody, your family thinks you're dead, your friends think you're dead, Keigo made sure of that. You see- he could easily date you, but patience is not something he harbours so perfectly. He could earn your love, by being the doting boyfriend, by being everything you'd ever want.

Then again, he can do that once he has the surety of you being couped up in his house. That's exactly what he did.

"Come on Baby bird, I am trying to be nice." He coos softly, watching you scream and cry and beg, it breaks his heart why don't you understand.

"Maybe I can write my name on your hand?" He holds up his feather blade, it's half threat, half unhinged devotion. "Promise you won't feel a thing!"

"Hey I got you, your absolute favourite food lovebird, come here." He croons, urging you against your will to settle in his lap as he feeds you.

He is tolerant, even tempered, hopelessly funny until you piss him off. You know better than to piss him off after being with him for a few months now. You can't even recognize him when that happens, rageful daunting echoing through the walls as his flowy feathers encircle your body like a threat, Hawks is a threat. You mustn't forget that.

He thinks sex can solve it all, what more than to make love to his mate, to get intimate and make you take his ridged member in your hole over and over until it slides in without your squirms and moans. He can tie you up if you do though, no disturbances please-

You haven't seen the real, gruesome, cruel self of Hawks yet. You will soon, his rut is approaching. The symptoms are clear to him, and weirdly to you as well. He has discussed this several times during the 'aftercare' of you. "You know, there are certain times when.." his thumb rubbing your palm soothingly, "When the avian side of me becomes dominant…" He says it so softly you'd almost feel it's harmless.

Not right now though, when it's actually impending and happening.

"Baby bird, did you fucking put your clothes in laundry?" Keigo yelled from the washroom, the restroom's echo making him sound even more terrific than he usually is. You visibly flinch like a dried leaf, shuddering, "Sorry- Kei I- uhm, sorry they were dirty." You don't know the reason of this outburst, you'd rather not find out.

You give yourself strength to drag your defiant feet towards the rest room, finding him pathetically curled up on the left-over set of your used clothes. He looks almost cute if it weren't for his intentions.

"God I- I want you so fucking bad." He almost whimpers, soon turning into an aggressive growl.

"On the fucking bed, all fours." You shake up at the sudden order, were you being punished for something like this? Keigo's crazy but he's not this- off his clock. "Why? What- what did I do wrong?" You bite your lip, one feeble attempt to want to know what you're up against.

Hawks sighs, his expressive wings faltering as he took two steps towards you, wanting to lessen the distance. You wanted to run so bad, the instinct in you screaming to run, yet the panic in you freezing you up.

"Nothing, pretty girl. Told you I got my rut approaching, didn't I?" Hawks is slightly tender, though from the way he's straining himself to be polite, you know not for long. "On the bed. All. Fours." He gripped your face with a single hand, puckering your lips and leaning in, forcing a painful whimper with the way he kisses you roughly.

"Good girl." He parts away, the string of saliva parting like a thread of fate.

You don't want to make this hard on yourself, so you walk towards the shared master bedroom, it's designed in colours which are neutral, yet suit perfectly to the Hawks palette. As his fan, or ex-fan, rather, you always thought of how his aesthetic would be, and it perfectly matches your imaginations.

To please him a little more, you take off your clothes, arching your back up perfectly to let him see your pre-abused cunt, sitting perfectly down your tightened asshole. You bury your head on the mattress, letting it be cushioned in the fluffy pillows.

An audible hiss escapes Hawks, he can't fucking control the lewd desires that tear him apart when he marvels at your body. "These next few days, would be tough, Angel." Keigo warns, and before your brain could register, or formulate a response, You feel Keigo spitting onto your cunt, the dribble of the liquid making you throb, moistening your walls as his fingers pinched at your clit. A small whimper escapes you when you find your sensitive bundle of nerves under his mercy. "Aw, little slut loves a little pain with it." Keigo snickers under his breath, spanking the fat of your ass hard, one single hit shoving you into the mattress more, though the hold on your clit forbids you to. It feels like a clamp being pulled, you're left with nothing more than a scream as a response.

"Oh good girl, sing for me." Hawks hums, spreading your ass cheeks and watching your now relieved clit twitch, along with your walls. "This pussy begging for me?" He warns, and you nodded as if there's no other answer you can give him.

"Going to fill you up, breed my little mate until she can't take it anymore. Give you so many loads your pussy can't have any other option but to give me a little Keigo, or a little Y/N." He groans to himself, taking his hardened cock out, shoving it deep into your walls, in one swift go. You can cum as many times as you want really, because normally, Keigo's stamina covers up for it, this time- worse. He's rutting like an animal, achy, needy, all for you.

"Then- you know what I'll do?" Hawks breathes out, gritting his teeth as you scream in pain, laced with the perfect amount of pleasure.

"Then, I'll plug this pretty pussy up, none of my cum can escape. Then when I want to, I'd unplug and fill you up again. Little cum jar." He laughs, "My pathetic little cum dump, aren't you?"

Hawks is filthy, absolutely unhinged and filthy with the way dirty talk laced with degradation spouts out from him.

You nodded, hating the way your body betrays you at his words, the way your cunt clamps onto him in a silent affirmation.

"Good (thrust) girl (thrust), gonna (thrust) fill'ya (thrust) up."

Your moans and whimpers echo throughout the shared bedroom, it feels almost sinful, the way his dick kisses your cervix, brushing against your G-spot and making you dance around the waves of pleasure. "So fuckin' tight even though I fuck your pussy up almost err'day." Keigo leans his head back, praising you as he rails onto you, one to two thrusts every second, hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip so you can't possibly run away. "Atta girl" He loves how your moans break into a jerk with the way he's thrusting. Loving the way your petite body tries to clamp up around him, loving the way you try to keep up.

"Aw she's clenching, yeah? Go on, massage my cock and cum. NOW." Keigo commands, an order which would come intertwined with punishments if you don't listen. You croak out, as you orgasm, the constant poking of your G-Spot makes you remember the familiar sensation when you squirted last time, it's so embarrassing, how you gush out at the roughness, and you find yourself doing exactly that. "Aw yes baby, yeah baby," Keigo encouraged, riding out your high as he thrusted his own load, deep into you, still continuing, the same pace, no break.

"Ngh- Ah- please- no. You- I can't." You can feel yourself squeeze down, pathetically so as another orgasm builds to betray your words.

"No no no, where'dya think you're doing Baby bird?" Keigo chuckles, laughing at your feeble attempt to run away, loving how your legs give out.

"Hmm? Want Prone bone? Oof, nasty little song bird." Keigo commented, adjusting your legs, using your tiredness to his advantage as his pelvis slaps your ass with the aggressive way his cock thrusts into you. It's akin to an actual spanking, and you tip off the edge of your delicious orgasm once more. Gritting teeth at the overpowering waves of pleasure. "Gah- can't-"

Your whimpers are paid no heed, another sticky load from Keigo creaming inside you. "That's two, got a lot more in me." Keigo warns, while you feel dizzy at the shaking way your body is being used.

He stops a little though, wanting to give you just a few more minutes before you can start giving him orgasms again, his beautiful little cock massager.

Keigo loves it, how giving you a break makes you slightly reset to be used again.

"Say you love me." He croons, almost sounding like a hurt child, though you know that persona would quickly change.

"I love you." He makes you say it so many times your own definition of the term 'love' is slightly going hazy, not accustomed to your own terms and blurring out with his.

"Gonna make you turn on your back now Little one." Keigo coos, watching you tenderly and moving again.

Oh it was going to be a long night for Hawks' mate. You only hope you'd be able to bear him on you, just as he hopes of you loving him as much as he does.

[marymary-diva17]

Father and kids time together

Tsu'tey x reader

Even the toughest warrior and hunters wish to have families of their own, one day after they found the perfect mate. Tsu'tey was one of them as he wanted, a family of his own a family that he will live for and make proud. Then one day to see his kids grown up and soon carrying on the clans ways, and make a life of themselves. Making a family legacy of his own with his mate.

Y/n " are you sure with me being gone for a coupe days"

Tsu'tey " ma y/n will be fine I can attend to the children no need to worry, you also have responsibilities and legacy to carry as well that makes our family proud"

y/n " okay there is extra oxygen packs if spider needs them, please keep an eye on the kids as well they are always wondering off"

Tsu'tey " I know she like their beautiful mother"

y/n " mister flirt I see"

tsu'tey " I do my best and maybe we should try for another a family with two kids is not enough"

y/n " we will talk about that when I get home and maybe when Laayle get a bit older"

tsu'tey " yes my love" you had soon kissed tsu'tey good bye as you soon joined with norm and the other on the helicopter, you had as bid goodbye to the children as well.

tsu'tey " ......" tsu'tey is outside of his home making new arrow heads, the kids are feeding the families ikran together.

????? " sempu sempu dad dad" tsu'tey soon looked up to see laayle running towards him holding something in her hand.

laalye " dad can we go into the woods like you promised"

tsu'tey " sure we can my daughter"

laalye " yeah yeah"

spider " hey what going on"

laalye " spider dad is taking us to the forest today like he promised"

spider " really dad"

tsu'tey " yes we can go son and maybe we can work on your hunting as well"

spider " sure let me get my bow dad"

laayle " can I hunt as well dada please"

tsu'tey " not like me and spider little one but I can show you some fishing"

Laayle " really dad"

tsu'tey " yes now come on" the family had went off together into the woods having a good time, Laayle had watched her father and brother do some tracking.

spider " dad do you think we should caught meat for tonight dinner or fish"

tsu'tey " we will hunt down meat next time my son we are only, doing tracking as a hunter you most know when it good to hunt and when it not"

spider " yes dad"

tsu'tey " now come on we most show your sister the ways of fishing"

laayle " yeah fishing" the family of three soon went toward the river to do some fishing.

tsu'tey " okay my daughter hold the bow and arrow just like that good"

laayle " okay daddy what else"

Tsu'tey " watch the fish closing as they swim around in the water, and then wait for the right moment to strike"

spider " you will do well laayle I believe in you" laayle had nodded her head she waited and waited, until she moved her body and fired the arrow. She had caught something with the arrow and rush to go get her caught.

laayle " two fishes daddy look I got two"

tsu'tey " ......"

spider " dad"

laayle " dad "

tsu'tey " you did amazing you acted just like your mama right there, I'm so proud of you" tsutey had picked up laayle and spins her around making the girl laugh. he soon picked up spider and spins him around as well. The trio soon stoped and looked at laayle caught of the day.

spider " A very big one and medium size one sis that cool"

laayle " thank you mama had told me I need to have faith in myself and it will happen, along with trust in knowledge as well"

tsu'tey " that sound like her and if you uncle Jake was here he will say you are definitely your mother daughter"

spider " hey I brought the camera let take a picture so we can show mama later on, and for the archives as well" the tiro had taken pictures planning to show you them later on.

Laayle “ what are we going to make for dinner dad”

Tsu’tey “ maybe we will fry it kiddo or make fish stew we, will have to see what we can get for dinner”

spider “Hey, whatever, whatever we pick, I’m going to eat it.” Laayle laughs at her brother, making Spider smile, while Tsu’tey stands there realizing his children are unique. The family had also gathered some fruit and vegetables for dinner.

Later that night

laayle " this is very good dada" laayle had began eating her fried fish as she looked at her dad all smiles.

tsu'tey " thank you laayle I'm happy you love the meal"

spider " yeah dad is good"

tsu'tey " well you kids helped caught it for our dinner and helped, me gather the Vegetables we need as well"

laayle " today has been a fun day with dada"

tsu'tey " yes and we are going to have good days while your mother is away"

Laayle " yes lets make mama proud"

spider " I'm in we need promises mom we will be our on best behavior, and help around the home as well"

tsu'tey " then it seems like we are going to have a good time" once dinner was over the kids had helped clean up, and were later on hanging out in the common area.

laayle " dad can you tell us the story on how you had meet mama and soon fall in love with her"

spider " laayle don't you know that story by heart now"

laayle " oh yes I do but I love the story so much please dad please"

tsu'tey " okay I will tell that story along with some other stories, and once they are over it bed time as we have plans for tomorrow"

laayle " okay dada"

spider " sure that sounds like a good deal" tsu'tey had started telling the story on how him and you meet, soon enough had fallen in love as well. Even due the kids had heard this story many times they sell love hearing it, and once that story was over tsu'tey had told three more stories that the kids love. When bedtime stories are over. tsu'tey had carried laayle to bed as she was very sleepy soon tucking her into bed. The kids had soon fallen fast asleep as tsu'tey felt like the luckiest warrior to have, the family he always dreamed of and had been gotten in the end by the grace of eywa.

[reptileyan]

Transferrable Skills (naga x reader)

For Anyshiptober 🎃

Cw: breeding, dubcon, intox via venom, being shoved underwater, brief vomiting, bitching back and forth. I love this stupid naga he's a weird little obnoxious cunt

You do not like snakes, and you like them much less than usual today. Running isn't fun, it hurts and makes you louder, and you should have never tried to better yourself by hiking like some kind of nature loving idiot. Most people who love nature are smart and pack well and can read maps and research for warnings and this results in them surviving. Most hippies succeed in self betterment, and don't get hunted down by snakes that speak human language. You can decide whether or not this really happened later.

The quickmud is very inconvenient, and reminds you of that time you nearly died as a kid. You certainly haven't gotten any brighter, just less optimistic.

The snake is much bigger than you, hurriedly slithering up to the edge of the quickmud. It can smile very wide. Good contender for the villian of a children's movie, back when they were hot and interesting and irredeemable.

It preens before deigning to speak to you. You want to say shit that would get you cancelled on a snake version of the internet, as soon as you can think of anything that isn't a plea for help or screaming. It speaks with a drawl.

"Hi."

You sink another inch.

"Hi."

You fucking hate nature and you love concrete so much. What you wouldn't give for an Arby's parking lot.

It coils up and waits.

You don't like strategy games. You like naps. This is very far from napping. You sink a few more inches and develop an interest in playing along.

"You gonna let me drown?"

It smiles. Naga. Not a snake. Sort of a snake, but they're called Naga if they're this big and sentient. Very useful information.

"Yeah, probably."

"Cunt."

It spits when it laughs, coiling up on itself as its eyes water. You would be endeared were it not letting you die in mud.

It rubs its eyes. Its smile seems genuine, if condescending.

"You're funny!"

You hate. It. Here. You are going to stage a coup at whatever corporation has a lot of bulldozers, and then you will personally bulldoze every forest. You'll live in domes with fake air and fake everything and it'll be amazing.

"Yeah. I get that a lot. From children. Babies. Five year olds. Who think swear words are funny."

It studies you, sighing after the laughter leaves. It has soft, chubby cheeks. It looks huggable, not sleek and vicious. Cool. Fascinating. Your last thought is gonna be about snake lust.

"You have children?"

"No-can we have this conversation somewhere else?"

It has a stupid face, with stupid markings, moons and planets and freckle constellations, gold scales interrupting the cerulean. Its grin is back.

"Nope! I'm comfy here."

"Happy for you. Wouldn't want you to be uncomfy."

"Me either!" Chipper fucking bitch. "You were saying, about babies?"

You draw out your words. "Theeee otheeeer huuuumansssss payyyyy meeeeee-" you sink a bit and become more interested in hurrying "to babysit their kids sometimes a lot so they can do drugs will you PLEASE get me-"

"So you're useful!"

"Yeah, I bet that's a novel concept. Get me out."

It tilts its head. "What's a drug?"

You are unlocking new emotions that have no name, so you give them names. Rage two. Fear five. "You'll never know if i drown."

"Eh, there are other humans."

You blink. Then faceplant in the mud.

And just like that you're dragged ashore, into a nearby river, your face aggressively dunked into the water. It hisses and spits, eventually managing words.

"That mud is TOXIC, if you swallow too much you can DIE-what's wrong with you?!?! The other humans never get near here because it's a death trap-"

You cough, and vomit, and swipe deliriously up at it. "Are snake bitches scarce around here or something? Gotta resort to stray humans?"

You're shoved underwater, pinching at it until it pulls you back up, vomiting more river sludge and water. The hissing resumes as you're carried back to its den, deep underground, beneath walls you could never climb unassisted. You're stripped of your clothes and shoved into a hot spring, the reason the cave is so warm-it's huge, multiple chambers flow into each other.

"You said you were useful."

"I said I was useful to the humans who paid me, and then I elected to eat mud because i was bored of drowning."

It takes a deep breath. Lets it out slowly. "Do you remember why you were useful?"

"The mud tasted bad."

"You. Are. Useful. Because of this." It points at your tits. "And this." It flicks your cunt, hard. You yelp, draw back. It continues.

"Naga are rare."

"Aw man."

It grits its teeth. "I have no mate."

"Wonder why, you are so charming."

You dodge under the water, and manage to avoid the first strike. The second lands, and you're pulled ashore, the rocks scraping at you until you're held in the air.

"I want a mate. You know how to care for children."

"Human ones. Human. Do you know how biology-"

"No, I'm stupid. Of course I know there are differences, but you'll figure it out, because you have to."

"Great. So where are the kids?"

It looks at your eyes, squints, then bursts out laughing. "Guess I'm gonna roll the dice on having dumbasses like you. It's almost cute."

"I'm adorable." You pose in midair.

"You're crazy."

You nod solemnly. "Babies where?"

It carries you to a soft pile of... discarded clothing, leaves, blankets. "Humans leave shit behind."

"You're defo gonna eat me, huh?"

"Nah."

It grabs your head, tilts your neck, and bites. You feel floaty. Tired. Needy. You reach for the pretty, weird thing in front of you.

"Was-i-i wanna. Wanna nap ummm-oh hi! Like your colors!"

It rubs its snout against you. "That's better. Dummy. Thanks for getting lost. You've been super ungrateful though, i saved your life and you didn't even say thank you."

Your eyes tear up. "Mm sorry! That's not nice."

It nods and pulls you close, rolling onto its back. "I know baby, you were very mean."

Tears start to fall down your cheeks. "Din mean it, mm sorry, pretty, like you."

"That's good to hear. Don't tell yourself, but I like you too. Cute little squishy human. Well-fed like me."

You wiggle slightly and nod in agreement. "Mm squishy. Like you. Good?"

It pets your cheek, down your chest and stomach, weighing your belly in its hands. "Mmmhm. You know why?"

You think really hard. "Pillow?"

"No sweetheart. Although i'll take it under consideration. You're perfect for what I need, you'll be so cozy for my babies. You're gonna be their mommy and keep them safe growing in your fat little tummy, how does that sound?"

You brighten. "Good! Like babies! Cute an take care em. Even when they bite n throw up."

"Good little mama."

It rubs you against its bulging slit, groaning as its cock slips out and starts to force into you. You whine and squirm, but you want to be good! You want to have the babies it promised!

You make enough noise that it starts to worry. "Hey, if it's too much you gotta-"

You shriek as he starts to lift you off. "NO! No, want more, in please, want to be full, babies, yours, all warm!"

"Oh." It flushes, bright red, beautiful under the markings. You plant a messy kiss on its snout. "Mwah. Babies now. An harder please, so big, ss nice, better than toys."

It doesn't know what to say. It hugs you, tight, tearing up. "Thank you."

You nod sagely. "Im very good responsible. With babies. An kissing. An you're cute. I like funny evil reptiles. Even if you're nice, like some kinda loser. Fuck me now please."

You are lifted up and slammed down, your new mate wide-eyed as it watches you take and take and take, only complaining and screaming a bit about how big it is, and pouting when it slows. You're flooded with cum, head back, digging your nails in, finally telling it thank you.

You fall asleep full of cum, its flare lodged securely inside of you. You insisted, just in case. You like being full, you want its babies.

It's happy to give you what you want, drowsy and warm. You were watched from the moment you entered the forest. You were never in any danger, from drowning or anything else. Dumbass human. You look beautiful full. You'll be mad as hell when you wake up, simultaneously thrilled to discover your fate, to be a beloved mate and toy and baby mama.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I need more messed up female reader inserts. More ambitious, manipulative, unapologetically cut throat characters. So for this next idea I have a Male Yandere General X Female Reader Noblewoman.

General premise…reader Darling is a noblewoman whose family took in a slave mother and son during young childhood because they looked more unique compared to other slaves on the market. (I have no idea what type of era this is set in, but maybe this is more fantasy based?) Darling is a prodigy and sees the slave son (whose the yandere) natural gifts at combat/weaponry, so convinces her father to make the boy into a soldier for their family to use to win favor of the royal family. Darling manipulates the boy for years, knowing full well his romantic feelings for her. She promises to marry him  and give him his freedom, as long as he keeps climbing the military ranks, winning battles/wars, and contributing to their noble family name. Darling knows that doing this will ensure an easy bargaining chip with the royal family and the general people that her family deserves to be “rewarded” for their contributions to the kingdom. In other words, Darling wants to be future Queen, always has, and she’s seen poor yandere as nothing but a pawn. After yandere comes back from latest brutal war, he hears the news of Darling’s engagement to the crown Prince. Heartbroken and betrayed, he snaps and launches a coup (which is quite easy because the kingdom loves yandere more than the royal family), granting Darling’s wish of becoming future Queen…just not the way she imagined…And Darling will always be the apple of his eye, but maybe she should “earn” and “fight” her way up to Queen from slave, just as he had to fight from hell and back all his life from slave to king. Couple goals, am I right?

A/N: Finally finished this ask! I hope you like the twist and many hints within this. BTW, this is more tame and doesn't have smut. It does have a happy ending though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this!

TW: Mentions of drugging

You were always meant for greater things. Luckily, you have a plan as to how to get it. First, you must work your way up the nobility ladder until you reach the prince. Then, seduce the prince and bear him children to secure your throne. But that takes time, and time is limited when you're a human. So you took a shortcut and used the latest Elve slaves to help you. The son, Rhys, around your age (14), possesses great potential, not only in magic but in swordsmanship. So, you convinced your father to put him in knight school. Behind the scenes, you make false promises of freedom and marriage to him.

The one condition he has to follow is to keep climbing the military ranks and contributing to the family name. He believed it like a fool, and soon enough, he became your personal knight. A knight in shining armor or a white knight in a way. Rhys was always around you. Which led to him witnessing your most vulnerable moments.

"Milady, wake up. My lady!" Rhys whispers, secretly using his magic to float up to your levitating body.

"Hm?" You moan, waking up and realizing your body is floating several inches into the air.

"You were doing it again."

"Sorry, Rhy."

You think of a feather slowly falling, and you're on the mattress again. Rhys climbs onto the bed and sits next to you. He lets you climb into the safety of his arms for sleep.

"Please don't tell anyone, Rhys," You say, resting your head on Rhys's chest.

"I won't, milady," Rhys says, rubbing your head until you go to sleep.

The next morning, your mother took you to a cottage in the wilderness near the Elves's kingdom for your 16th birthday.

Then, one brutally hot summer day in your delicate 21st year of age, war broke out with the Elf kingdom. King Faenelis of the Elves used magic to fight the war. This created a problem for your kingdom, and so Rhys, other elves, or mages were sent to war. Admittedly, you missed his presence around the manor. You missed him teaching you things about his culture. You missed the gifts from the forest he would give you. But, good news came, and your dream came true. The prince of your kingdom, Prince Calion Veranda, proposed to you at a ball you attended after a night of drinking, dancing, and mock swordfights.

You immediately moved out of the manor and began your life at the castle. You were so happy with the prince that you forgot about the war until it arrived at your doorstep.

"Kill the prince, but spare the girl!" A familiar voice screams, the sound of footsteps coming towards you.

"Go into the tunnels and keep running. I'll find you!" Calion whispers, pushing you away.

You run into the tunnels, and your brain rings from the sound of water dropping and hearing your own footsteps. The tunnels seem never-ending. Suddenly, as if you're losing your mind, whispers start to echo through the stone walls.

"My love, come back."

"I'm here for you."

"I can hear you."

"I feel you."

"I know you."

"Did you really think you could run away?"

"Ooh! Would you shut up?!" You scream, making everything go silent.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Dri-

"Found you!" Rhys says, his milk-white hand pulling into the walls.

You open your eyes and see a more rugged Rhys standing in front of you. His muscles are bulging through the silk white, and green royal clothing.

"Hi, my queen," Rhys says, grabbing you by the chin.

"Rhys, what are you doing? You're going to ruin our family name," You ask, looking him in the eyes.

Those silver eyes mock you.

"I came back and launched a coup with the support of the people. Don't worry, your family is safe. But this kingdom is going to be ruled by me and renamed into Faeranda. It's all your fault. You know, I heard about your engagement and came for you," Rhys monologues, pointing his sword at the crystal wild violet necklace around your neck. "You still wear this necklace? I thought your parents-no! Your father told you not to wear that. What did they say, "Don't wear anything that woman gives you." 'sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

"Don't bring grandma into this!" You yell, pushing his sword away from your neck.

"A crystal wild violet for a girl born on the first of May," You and Rhys repeat, making you shocked at what you said.

"Now I see why your little prince was so eager to marry you despite your dirty family secret. You asked your grandma for advice. And advice she gave in the form of a pink bottle. Like mother like daughter."

"That's impossible, she's dead."

"Dead? Ha, don't make me laugh! You forget your parents made your personal knight. I've read your diary. I managed to break the spell you put on it. I know that three times a week and on certain holidays, you would go to a cottage in the woods housing your grandmother. All covered for by your dear half-witch mom."

"..."

"You learned magic. You know spells, curses, and hexes passed down through generations of your maternal line. You have a grimoire, a personal and family one. You wanted me out of the way so you could get the prince you never had a chance with. But guess what? Your prince is dead, and I'm the new king. You're going to be my queen."

"Rhys, you're crazy."

"You wouldn't want to break dear grandma's heart, would you? While organizing for the coup, King Faenelis, my father, found your grandma, and she told him her deepest wish was for her granddaughter and daughter to have a safe place to live and practice magic. With me as king, I'll bring a new age of magic to this kingdom. Your grandma can live with you again. You can see the cousins and family you never saw in public. You can feel no shame when your magic slips up. You could ride your broomstick whenever you want."

Rhys made a tempting offer. Sure, he killed the prince you drugged to get, but Rhys being king had many benefits for you. You knew what he wanted in exchange, and you had to grant it.

"I, Y/N L/N, break the physical and magical chains placed upon you and your family. You are free," You say, using magic in front of Rhys.

Silver chains appear around Rhys's body and dissolve into dust. You feel the suppressed magic of Rhys and back away. He summons a ring with a bloomed rose design for the green amethyst. Rhys puts it on your finger, and the elf magic flows through your body. A chain appears around your wrist, and a handle in Rhys's palm.

"What have you done to me?" You ask, feeling weak.

"I made you my slave. You're going to have to work your way up from slave to queen. You have to earn my trust. Don't worry, it's temporary. You'll be free after your true self," Rhys replies, pulling the chain so you crash into his chest. "I love you. We're going to have a great wedding with an even bigger after-party."

You hide your face in his chiseled chest. Both of your feet slowly levitate until you're hugging him midair. Being with him always made your magic act out. Then again, it was for the best. You were so tired and wanted to let it go wild. With him, you could do that. You could always do that with Rhys. It was one of your dirty secrets.

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Good Hair Day

Request: For your request prompts, would you please do a Soulmate AU with Hoshi from Seventeen? I don’t find very many fluffy, happy Hoshi stories. That man has such beautiful eyes and I LOVE when he has plushy cheeks! It makes me want to give him a kiss and a cuddle. I was also very impressed with his humble attitude and manners when he was on Suga’s Suchwita episode. Sorry for rambling and thanks in advance. 😋

Prompt:

11) Soulmate AU

If you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair color changes as well.

Pairing: Seventeen Hoshi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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It was only 6 AM when Hoshi was forced to roll out of bed for his schedule. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he eased himself from his warm blankets and made his way toward the bathroom.

"Nice hair," Coups laughed, emerging into the hallway at the same time Hoshi stepped from his room.

Headed in the opposite direction, Hoshi stumbled into the older member and grumbled a sleepy "shut up."

So what if his morning hair was a nightmare? That was the case for almost every single one of the guys in this group (Seungcheol included). All he had to do was throw on a hoodie and patiently wait for his turn in the stylist's chair.

Shouldering his way into the bathroom, Hoshi stood before the sink and groaned.

Not again.

Blinking hazily at his own reflection, he plopped his forehead against the cool surface. Out of all days, why did his soulmate pick TODAY to go cotton candy pink?

..

"Seize the day!" you cackled, smoothing on another layer of hair dye.

"You are unhinged," your best friend, Ash, laughed from her spot on the toilet lid. "And I kind of like it."

"This person," you continued slowly. "Has been dying their hair nearly every other month since I've known them."

"Well, you don't know them," Ash interrupted. "But go on."

"Oh, I know them alright," you muttered.

For what had been the better part of the last ten years, your hair color had changed as often as the weather. You were responsible for approximately two of those changes, and they were both out of necessity. Job interviews were a mandatory life occasion, and your soulmate would have to get over having brown hair for a few months. Mint green would not be getting either of you hired anytime soon.

Which made you wonder, what exactly did your soulmate do for a living? How did they get away with having such vibrant fashion colors in everyday life? Why did your soulmate seem to have the biggest commitment issues with something as simple as hair?

"I'm only giving them a taste of their own medicine," you sighed, finally setting down the tinting brush. Examining your work, you nodded in satisfaction. "Let's see how their boss reacts to this when they wake up tomorrow."

"Maybe they're a hairdresser?" Ash theorized as she watched your slow decent into madness. "Oooh, or maybe a clown for children's parties?"

"A clown?" you cringed. "I like your enthusiasm, but could we go for something more..."

"Aspirational?" she laughed. "Sure, Y/N. Maybe they're a famous musician and after you meet them, you won't have to worry about anything besides ugly hair colors ever again."

"If they were famous, I would have clocked them by now," you grumbled. "I haven't seen Harry Styles walking around with fire engine red hair."

"You haven't seen Harry Styles walking around in general," Ash laughed. "Give yourself, and your soulmate, the benefit of the doubt."

...

"I need an adult!" Hoshi screeched across the dorm. The sun had hardly risen, and he was already launching into panic mode. "Like an adultier adult! Someone who has a much better handle on adult life and adult problems!"

"It doesn't take much," Jeonghan croaked. Collapsing onto the couch, he rubbed at his eyes before glancing up at the pacing Hoshi. "Holy shit, have you ever seen the Trolls movie? Because your head-"

Hoshi stopped his pacing and pointed an accusatory finger at his member. "I am very sensitive right now. Choose your words carefully."

Jeonghan leveled a stare in his direction. "Fine. If I don't have something nice to say, I won't say anything at all."

"Well, we both know that's a lie," Hoshi muttered as he went back to pacing. "What do I do? How do I fix this?"

"Alright first, I need you to calm down," Jeonghan nodded. "Second, I'd like you to make me a cup of coffee."

Throwing a dirty look over his shoulder, Hoshi continued to stomp back and forth.

"Fine," Jeonghan groaned. "Get me my wallet."

"Why am I going to get your wallet?" Hoshi argued. "What is your wallet going to do for the disaster on my head? We have a shoot today and the concept is going to be ruined and it's going to be all my-"

"If you stopped to take a breath," Jeonghan interrupted. "I would tell you that I have a business card inside said wallet. On that business card is the information for a very talented hairdresser who takes hair emergencies very seriously."

Dropping to his knees, Hoshi clasped his hands together. "You are not the hero I deserve, but a hero nonetheless."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how the quote goes, and I'm mildly offended for some reason?" Jeonghan said, narrowing his eyes.

Already up and rummaging through Jeonghan's wallet, Hoshi yanked out the business card. "I owe you one."

"I'll take that one and use it for a coffee," Jeonghan nodded. "The hair can wait."

....

Strolling down the street, you felt a new sense of freedom wash over you. Your hair had been nearly every color under the rainbow (including the pink you were currently rocking) but nothing had ever felt as good as this. It wasn't as if you had something against your soulmate, it was quite the opposite. You were excited to meet them, whoever they were, but you also wanted them to be surprised by you for once.

Humming to yourself, you decided at the last minute to veer toward a cafe you spotted across the road. For such an adventurous new day, you deserved a little treat.

Just as you began to step off the sidewalk, someone walking in the opposite direction slammed into you.

"Hey!" you yelled, tumbling away from your assailant.

"Shit!" the stranger gasped, immediately leaning down to help you up from the sidewalk. "I was so distracted; I didn't see you coming. I'm so-"

Furrowing your brows, you looked up at the man who was now leaning over you. He was extremely handsome, albeit dressed oddly for the warm spring weather. He wore a black hoodie with the drawstrings pulled as tightly as possible around his angular face. You studied his features for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what was familiar about him.

As your eyes met, he paused and had suddenly gone still. No longer focused on helping you up, it looked as if his mind had gone somewhere a million miles away.

"Uh, hello?" you asked, waving your hand in front of his face. "Random stranger? Helping me off the ground? Did you glitch?"

"Your hair," he chirped. "When did you dye it?"

You could only blink in response as his question sank into you.

"Look man," you said, finally finding your voice. With a few grumbles, you pushed yourself to your feet again and stared down the man who was acting much too odd for your liking. "I'm not sure what your problem is, but-"

Wordlessly, he continued to stare at you as he pulled down the tightened hood of his jacket.

Pink. So pink.

"I'm Hoshi," he said dumbly, a nervous smile playing across his lips. "And I think I need to sit down because I might pass out."

After a short discussion verifying when you had actually dyed your hair and a longer discussion based around your hair history, it was pretty much confirmed. It had taken a decade, but you had finally found each other.

"I never thought this day would happen," you admitted. You felt lightheaded and damn near giddy. It didn't matter if the two of you looked like bright pink idiots in the middle of the street. You had each other now.

"Me either," Hoshi breathed with equal amounts of shock. Seeming to come a bit more to his senses, a little crease formed between his brows. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Uh," you croaked, looking up at him in dismay. You still didn't really know him and didn't necessarily like how open ended his question was.

Shaking his head as if to correct himself, he smiled. "To the hairdresser. Do you want to come with me to the hairdresser?"

"The pink just not doing it for you?" you grinned.

Reaching up, Hoshi tugged playfully at one of your strands. "While I like the color," he nodded. "Very much. Like so much-"

"You don't have to explain!" you laughed. "I get it."

"No really, I love it. If I could be this color pink for the rest of my life-"

"Hoshi," you laughed, placing your hand in the air between the two of you.

"Okay, I have a semi-important work thing today and I need black hair," he smiled sheepishly. "Would you...maybe want to come with me?"

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. "Of course I would."

"Great! I mean, totally, yeah," Hoshi stumbled awkwardly. "It's only a few blocks away, if you don't mind."

Watching Hoshi be so pleasantly overwhelmed warmed something inside of you. Nodding confidently to himself, he slid his palm into yours and laced your fingers together. "I'm holding my soulmate's hand."

"As am I," you confirmed, trying to ignore the heat rising up your neck.

"And now I'm walking with my soulmate to change OUR hair," he grinned. Glancing at you from his periphery, you could tell how your happiness egged him on. "Did you catch that, Y/N? We're going together to change our hair."

"I caught it, Hoshi," you laughed.

"And we get to do this forever," he said quietly, chancing a look your way. "Isn't that the coolest?"

"I honestly could not think of anything cooler."

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Jam Day

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 15 - Jam Session

Mountain x Rain (using a bonus prompt today but interpreting it a bit differently hehe)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: a bit smutty at the end, nsfw 18+ only, 800 words (thank you @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

Rain had fallen in love with Mountain’s farm immediately.

As an artist, the sheer amount of inspiration everywhere was overwhelming.  Beyond the flowers, fruit and vegetables Mountain grew and the handful of animals he kept the area around the farm was beautiful.  The thick woods, pond and rolling hills were a painter’s dream.  Rain’s fingers were constantly twitching, wanting to grab a pencil or a brush to start recreating the natural world around him.

Of course Mountain was inspirational in his own right.

After he had moved in, Rain had insisted on helping out around the farm.  He had learned that Mountain did more than throw some feed out for his hens every morning.  Each morning they would check over the fencing around the coup and the coup itself.  Apparently there had been an incident with a hellhound a few years ago and Mountain still felt guilty.  So when it came to his “Golden Girls” as he called them he was extremely protective.

The two goats that Mountain had adopted, Penny and Pepper, were a bit of a sore spot for Rain.  For one, if they were roaming around when he was out sketching or painting the little bastards were known to grab onto his paper or his brushes.  Basically anything they could get their little mouths around they would take off with.  Mountain and Rain had a standing date each week to visit Mary Goore at GraveYarns and replace whatever the two goats had taken.   

The rest of the farm involved the greenhouses that Mountain kept his flowers in, the main way he made money.  He spent many long days and nights getting his bouquets ready each week during market season.  When the market wasn’t going on he still sold them, mainly relying on anyone that lived in Lucifer’s Hollow that needed flowers for whatever reason.  But he also gave them as gifts, something Rain was very familiar with.

Mountain also grew a large selection of fruits and vegetables.  He sporadically sold them at the market with his flowers but he mostly used them in his own cooking, as gifts or gave them away to some of the local food banks in the area.  Rain’s boyfriend was amazing in the kitchen and that led to the water ghoul’s current dilemma: Jam Day.

Jam Day, as Rain had dubbed it, happened once a month in the summer.  As long as there were ripe fruits Mountain would take a day to make homemade jam, filling dozens of small glass jars with the treat.  The house always smelled amazing during and after, the sweet scent of the fruit permeating the air for days.  Even better, Mountain would smell like the jam as well.  Rain had soon found it impossible to resist him when this happened.

“Did you just lick me?”

“No.”  Rain flicked his tongue against Mountain’s neck again while he clung to the earth ghoul.  “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“If you’re hungry I could make you something.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”  Another lick, this time he dragged his tongue across Mountain’s pulse.  “I can wait.  Focus on the jam.”

“It’s kind of hard when my boyfriend is licking me.”  

“Mmm, speaking of hard,”  Rain pulled away enough so he could sneak a hand in between them and cup Mountain’s cock through his pants. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s very interested in the licking.”

Rain grinned and began to massage his cock, pleased to feel it hardening more under his touch.  His mouth was watering just thinking about it and he was torn between dropping to his knees right there or attempting to drag Mountain to their bedroom.  His boyfriend seemed to decide for him, sliding his strong arms around Rain’s waist and hauling him out of the kitchen and down the hallway to their room.  

“Wait, what about the jam?”

“The jam is fine, duckweed.”  Rain giggled when he got dumped onto the bed, rolling over just in time to catch an armful of earth ghoul.  “You are so distracting.”  

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Liar.”  

Rain’s retort disappeared into Mountain’s mouth.  Their tongues tangled with each other as one of Rain’s hands grabbed onto a horn, the other tangling in Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul’s hands were busy elsewhere, tugging at the drawstring of Rain’s pants and shoving them down far enough so his cock sprang free.  Rain broke away from the kiss with a gasp when a strong hand wrapped around him. 

“M-Mountain, fuck yes.”  

“It should be a crime to interrupt Jam Day.”  A disbelieving laugh bubbled up in Rain’s throat and he tugged at Mountain’s horns so he could kiss him again.  His boyfriend allowed it, grinning as he got closer.  “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment.”  

“Plea—ah, yes—please.”

He pouted when Mountain pulled away, another ‘please’ on the tip of his tongue but when Mountain scooted down the bed and took Rain’s cock in his mouth the rest of it died in his throat.  

Fuck, he loved Jam Day.

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Kinktober 2023 D2: Two Can Play - Ateez - Werewolf! Wooyoung

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Pairing:  Werewolf! Wooyoung x Werewolf! Afab Reader

Genre: Smut, Some Slight Fluff

Summary: Hongjoong comes to you desperate to find help for Wooyoung through his rut, though perhaps you get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: Switch! Wooyoung, Switch! reader, dirty talk (praise and degradation), teasing from both sides, oral (reader receiving), choking (Wooyoung receiving), manhandling, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

Word Count: 2288

As soon as Hongjoong approached you, you knew something was off.  It wasn’t often he just approached you to check up on things. No, he had his own ways of taking note of that, so for him to approach you it was often something rather serious. The worry in his eyes only cemented your thoughts that something was going on.

“Y/N I need your help...” Hongjoong finally speaks up, lip pulling up between his teeth. 

“Of course Joongie, what’s wrong? You know I’ll always do all I can to help out.” You try to reassure him, but it’s hard with how little you’re clued into what is going on.

“Okay...don’t feel obligated to help though. I understand if you want to say no and that is perfectly fine.” He still hesitates some with a sigh, “It’s Wooyoung.. his rut came and there’s no one to help him out. I know you and him aren’t as familiar, but I really have no one else to ask for help, and he’s just in pain, and I don’t know what else to do.”

You pout a little at the amount of emotion rolling off Hongjoong, it is obvious that seeing the younger who he was so fond of like that was weighing on him and pushed him to branch out a little more than the introverted alpha typically would. Wooyoung was sweet enough too, despite the chaos he caused that you weren’t sure you really minded helping out, especially with his looks mixed in as well.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me helping him out? That can be rather intense and intimate at times.” You try to assure knowing that in his current state, Wooyoung likely would just make an instinctive choice and not necessarily the one he would want when it was all said and done.

“Yes, trust me yes. Some of the others might know you as well, but they have eyes... they’re not dumb. They look at you and want you, he won’t mind one bit...trust me.” Hongjoong assures you, though he can still see the uncertainty etched into your eyes. "Please Y/N, there's really not another way."

You sign, "Fine Hongjoong, let me go get a few things so I'm prepared and let me know where to go."

It truly doesn't take you long to grab the few necessities you'd need knowing you'd be couped up for some time if you were to help Wooyoung through this. Noting how a loud growl sounds from upstairs as soon as you step into the home.

"Here's the key. There should be plenty of food stocked up, but we'll bring some more tonight just in case, and if you need anything call me." Hongjoong spits out rather rushed as he quickly ushers the other boys out so they can bolt. Yet not before one of them can tease.

"And don't forget protection~" San teased as Hongjoong shoved him through the doorway so that it would just be you and Wooyoung in the home.

Taking a shaky breath you slowly make your way towards the bedroom, each step seeming slightly more daunting than the last until you're slowly pushing the door open. Finding Wooyoung chained to the bed, the man growling out as his eyes lock with your form sending a shudder down your spine affecting you already. That mixed with the heady scent of him and his rut pheromones filling the air.

"Y/N are you really here? Or am I hallucinating again?" Wooyoung finally finds himself asking, his voice slightly coarse from being in this state so long.

"You...you hallucinated about me? Like this? Now?" Your words are breathy, Wooyoung scoffing at the incredulous tone you had now. 

“Fuck have you seen yourself? Of course, I did. I refused help from anyone else, all I’ve wanted this whole time was you. So won’t you please stop tormenting me and come help me out?” By the end of what he was saying Wooyoung’s words were coming out in a growl. 

It was your turn to raise a brow now, “Oh? Who said I was going to?”

“We’re the only ones here sweetheart, and no way the others would let you in without you knowing. Plus that key in your hands tells me that you agreed to come here and give me what I’ve been dying to have for so long.” Wooyoung smirks, watching your expression change as you almost feel as though you’re the one trapped for a second. 

You’re not ready to give it up though, deciding to take it up a level and make your way over to him. Getting on the bed you throw a leg over his hips, close enough to let him feel the heat of your body above his. One of your hands trailing up his exposed chest.

“Look at you, practically undressed already. Are you sure you’ve been waiting for me? Cause it looks an awful lot like you haven’t.” You tease, watching his eyes glaze over at your touch, his head already fuzzy at barely feeling you.

“I-I was good. I waited. No matter who offered help I denied it because if it wasn’t you then it wouldn’t matter.” He finally gets out as your touch melts him. Watching with hooded eyes as you lean in closer letting him catch a glimpse down your shirt as you do. 

“So good for me huh?’ You praise nipping at his chest before soothing it over, the moan he rewards you with sending a shiver down your spine. Wooyoung nearly snarls as he catches the scent of your arousal as a result, the sound only making it worse. “Oh hush pup, I thought you were gonna be good for me.”

“Hm, that depends... what will it get me?” You wipe the smug look off his face only a second later when you’re unbuttoning your shirt, Wooyoung instantly shutting up, eyes fixated on your actions.

“Like I would just tell you. No. Even that would be too easy for a brat like you.” You scoff, shrugging it off your shoulders now, “But perhaps I’ll let you have a taste if you decide to behave for me.”

Wooyoung whimpers at just the thought, squirming slightly, “Please, I’ve dreamed of it for so long. Please let me have a taste of you. You smell so good already, but you’re too far away.” 

You put two fingers under his chin tilting his head up to look you in the eyes, “Keep your eyes on mine and you can have it, but you look away even for a second, and well... that’s just too bad.” 

Wooyoung’s lip is between his teeth as he tries his best to listen to you, his defiance disappearing at the thought of finally having his craving for you satisfied. The sight of his canines peaking out sends another rush through you, his ears twitching at the sound of your pants coming undone yet he holds out, eyes locked on yours. 

“Look at you, my good boy.” You move up, straddling over his head now, as he tugs against the chains wishing his hands could just pull you down the last few inches between your dripping cunt and his mouth. Your hand tangling into his hair and tugging enough to pull him from the haze makes him moan, the feeling of his breath almost making you lose your patience too. “Promise you’re going to make me feel so good? Gonna make sure I’m able to take the best care of you?”

Wooyoung couldn’t care less that your questions came out in such a condescending tone as long as it meant he could have you, “ Yes, please. I promise. I want nothing more.”

His sweet begs were almost what broke you, but the final straw was when you noticed how his eyes glistened just slightly with unshed tears Wooyoung so close to breaking beneath you. So how could you possibly resist that, especially when you wanted this so badly as well. The second you lowered yourself you felt him moaning against you, tongue eagerly lapping as he tried to get every last drop of you. Sure he was looking to please you, but in this initial moment, he couldn’t help but selfishly focus on his own desires to absolutely drown in you. Though his moans certainly helped work you up more, not just in the way they sounded so beautiful but also in how perfect they felt against you as well. Now it felt so easy for Wooyoung to keep his eyes on you, watching you falling apart above him despite acting as though you were in charge of him, your fingers tangled so tightly in his hair and scratching at the base of his ears, back arched, mouth opening to the prettiest sounds, as your eyes fluttered shut. Still, there was something he wanted to see, a small smirk crossing his lips before they were around your clit, sucking hard. The suddenness of it makes your eyes shoot open again lurching forward, shaking above him.

“Fuck Wooyoung!” He practically purred against your clit at hearing your voice finally call his name out like this, nearly screaming it even. Before he’s pouting as you pull back, tongue coming out to lick you off his slightly swollen lips.

“No, come back~” He whines, trying to lift up enough to chase after you, “You’re so sweet, but I just know you’ll taste even better cumming for me.”

You chuckle, leaning down and placing a kiss to his forehead to quiet him before you’re moving down just slightly to capture his lips in a heated kiss, pulling away only once you’re both breathless. “As tempting as that is, I have a feeling that if I’m supposed to keep up with you through the rest of your rut I should wait to do that on your cock.”

Looking down you notice the wet patch on his boxers and now you’re licking your lips, but that could wait for another time after all there’d be many opportunities in the next few days you were sure. 

“Just a little desperate for me Woo?” You tease grinding down on him before pulling away to remove his boxers, something that caused you both to gasp for different reasons. 

“You’ve been plaguing my mind for the past day and a half, of course, I am.” He moans as you slowly sink down onto him. His eyes watch as you toy with the key in front of his face while staying still.

“You gonna be good if I let you go?” You ask and the mischief that shows on his face is almost answering for you and so you find yourself continuing before he can, “ You fuck me up and I’ll return the favor.”

“Is that a promise?” Wooyoung attempts to hide his smirk by biting his lip, gasping as your fingers grip his throat, squeezing just enough to get his attention.

“Shut it pup!” You hiss out, reaching forward and unlocking the chains around each wrist. The second that they’re both done you feel the world spinning around you before you’re face first in the mattress, hips up. Wooyoung pushing into you from behind. 

He leans down to nip at the shell of your ear with a chuckle, “Hold on sweetheart, because I’m about to fuck you up.”

You gasp as he throws your words back at you, the sound warping into a moan as he starts thrusting into you.

“See I’m going to ruin anyone else for you. Make sure your mind is as filled with me as mine is with you, and then when your heat comes and you turn into the prettiest little slut for me I’ll come to help you out like you so sweetly came to do for me.” Wooyoung’s words instantly affect you and you swear each time you clench around him he picks up the pace and feels even deeper than he was before. 

Neither of you will last long, especially not Wooyoung with you babbling incoherently about how good his cock feels in you. Yet he holds off just a little longer, still wanting something else. He leans in towards your ear again, a hand leaving your hips and going between your legs to rub quick circles onto your clit.

“You know I heard San remind you to use protection.” Wooyoung laughs breathlessly against your ear, “Did you really forget sweetheart? Or are you hoping that I’ll breed you? Make you my little cumdump?”

You can’t control your words enough to properly answer, but you don’t need to not when he feels how you clench around him at the statement.

“Go on then sweetheart, cum for me and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll breed your little cunt.” He promises, kissing your cheek and sending you rushing over the edge, with him right behind. 

Once you’re both through it he carefully pulls out and turns you over onto your back. Only then he’s pushing your hips up and nudging a pillow beneath them.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to waste it after wanting it so badly.” He teases before shrugging, “Though I guess I could always just give you more.”

The way you clench around nothing, spilling more of his cum makes him growl. You notice then that he’s still hard and look up at him.

“Bet that’s what  you’re thinking about right now, huh desperate pup.” You tease and in a second he’s over you again.

“You’re not wrong... though there is something I want more.” He smirks before dropping between your legs, hands firmly spreading your thighs.

“This time I’m going to make you cum on my tongue before I fuck you full.”

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[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍒 Day 25: Summer flu

@sicktember

Summary: Dance practice is hard when the A/C breaks down in the middle of the summer and you’re already sick.

CW: mentions of nausea

Sickie: S.Coups/Seungcheol Caretaker: whole team

“You did well! Let’s take a ten minute break”, Hoshi called out, causing cheers and a sigh of relief to run through the members. “Drink enough, please. We don’t need anybody to get dehydrated!”

Seungcheol collapsed to the ground where he stood, laying down against the warm floor. The A/C was broken, barely cooling down the air at all and causing the members to basically melt the moment they stepped into the practice room. Why did it have to break in the middle of a July heat wave? Maintenance had promised to fix it soon but that didn’t help Seungcheol’s situation now at all.

He had woken up with a headache and a slight feeling of general malaise, which had turned into coughing sometime around lunch. He had pushed through and back then he really had thought he would be fine. But now?

His head was pounding badly and his chest was aching with suppressed coughs. He could feel the sticky heat of the room around him, yet he was chilled to the core. His skin was sensitive against anything it touched, his drenched and sweat-soaked - though he supposed not only by produced by the dancing - clothes feeling like torture where they clung to him. 

Seungcheol was content to lie there forever, as long as it meant he wasn’t disturbed and had to dance again. He didn’t think he could make it through the rest of the practice, not even sure he could last the next hour. He felt awful and every sound the other members made, made him want to cry as they overstimulated him. 

Way too soon he was pulled from his daze by a voice by his ear saying: “You heard the man. Drink, Coups-yah.”

Blinking open his aching eyes Seungcheol was greeted by Jeonghan squatting at his side. The younger had his hair pulled back in a ponytail, two dark locks framing his face. He looked exhausted and yet a thousand times better than Seungcheol felt. Where did Jeonghan of all people get the energy to walk around in these conditions?

“Not thirsty”, he mumbled, closing his eyes again.

“Yah! Don’t do this. No thirst in these conditions can mean you’re already dehydrated”, Jeonghan scolded. Jeonghan might be right - he often was - but that didn’t mean Seungcheol wanted to sit up and drink. 

When Seungcheol didn’t act on Jeonghan’s words, his best friend decided to take matters into his own hands. Without any warning Seungcheol found himself flung upright into a sitting position. The changed position nearly made him cry; his head pounded even worse at the motions, everything swirled a bit and for a second he felt like he was about to be sick.

“Drink”, Jeonghan commanded in his no-nonsense voice.

Seungcheol withstood his urge to whimper in pain, instead just silently took the bottle from Jeonghan’s hand and took a few sips. It didn’t settle well in his stomach, so he stopped after a few drinks. Sharp cramps assaulted his stomach and he groaned.

“You okay?”, Jeonghan asked, instantly switching to worry at the sound.

 Seungcheol didn’t get a chance to reply because at that moment Joshua and Dino returned from their bathroom break and Hoshi clapped his hands. “Let’s continue, guys! I know it’s hot but we can do it. If you need a break, let us know. Don’t push yourselves!”

“Alright, come on”, Jeonghan said, worry pushed aside for the sake of much needed practice before their next shows, and stood up and reached his hands down to Seungcheol to help him up. 

Seungcheol grasped his hands but as he tried to get any leverage to pull himself up, he came up short. His joints were trembling and weak, every single muscle protesting movement and hurting. If he was honest with himself, Seungcheol knew he was done for the day. His energy was completely depleted and just thinking about dancing for at least another two hours made him want to cry.

Actually, there were already tears in his eyes, his throat tight with emotion. There was no way he could do this any longer.

“I can’t … I don’t think I can get up again”, he whispered, bowing his head in shame. 

💎

Instantly the room, previously filled with sounds of chattering and laughter as they took their positions, went dead silent. 

“Cheollie?”, Jeonghan filled the silence, sounding lost. He knelt back down in front of Seungcheol, just as the room exploded with questions and worries.

“Did he get hurt?”

“Is he alright?”

“Did I push you all too hard?”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“No, we’re fine.”

“Hey, Cheollie, look at me, please”, Jeonghan mumbled, brushing back Seungcheol’s hair from his face. His cold fingers were just a soft touch against Seungcheol’s burning forehead but he found himself chasing the feeling when Jeonghan moved to pull away again.

Instantly the cool hand was back, pressing against Seungcheol’s brow and he sighed in relief.

“He’s burning up”, Jeonghan announced to the other members, a hint of surprise in his voice. “No wonder you feel so wretched, huh?”

Seungcheol shrugged. It was then that the coughs he had been suppressing all through the practice wanted out. He didn’t even have the strength to lift his arm to cover his mouth, he just let it happen. His body shook from the force of it all, the dry cough shredding his throat. Jeonghan’s hand fell from his forehead and he whimpered at the loss, causing more coughs.

He coughed over and over again, causing tears to rise to his eyes again. He must look pathetic like this but for once he couldn’t care that his members saw him like this, sick and weak.

Instantly at least two hands came to rest on his back, another patted his shoulder and somebody took his hand, none of them caring about possible contagion.

When he managed to stop coughing minutes later and opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by his members. Jeonghan was still kneeling in front of him but now Wonwoo and Dino were behind him, comforting him, while Seungkwan now rubbed his shoulders and neck, and he recognized the soft hand in his as Jihoon’s.

Hoshi was standing behind Jeonghan, Dokyeom draped over his back, looking sad.

“I’m sorry, hyung”, he said shakily, “I should have noticed.”

Instantly Jihoon stood up and walked over to comfort him, Seungcheol’s hand instantly taken by Joshua. 

“It’s not your fault, Soonie”, Seungcheol whispered, wincing at how rough his voice sounded and how bad his throat hurt, “I didn’t think it would get this bad this quickly.”

“You could have let us know that you didn’t feel well, darling”, Jeonghan said, lifting his hand to cup Seungcheol’s cheek. 

“I thought I could get through the practice. I need it”, Seungcheol whispered, ashamed, “I was out so long for my knee … I didn’t want to let you down again.”

💎

“You have never let us down, Cheollie”, Joshua insisted instantly, a chorus of agreement following.

“Hyung, you were injured, you would never blame one of us for that”, Wonwoo replied.

“You’re being ridiculous, hyung. You could never let us down, even sick or injured or whatever”, Jihoon added.

At the kind words, Seungcheol’s tears spilled over his cheeks and then he was crying for real. The hands holding him never let go and he was pulled into a tight embrace by Jeonghan, who kissed the top of his head gently. 

“It’s okay, we got you. Let it out”, he whispered.

It didn’t take long for Seungcheol’s sobs to turn into renewed coughing. He tried to pull away but Jeonghan didn’t let him. Too exhausted to pull away, Seungceol violently coughed against his chest, shaking badly. He felt so hot in Jeonghan’s embrace but he didn’t have the strength to fight it and he needed a hug so badly.

At one point the coughing was so bad he feared he was about to throw up but luckily it didn’t happen. Instead, finally completely exhausted, he slumped bonelessly against his best friend.

“Oh, Cheollie”, Jeonghan cooed, “let’s get you home, hm? I think you caught yourself a lovely summer flu.”

“It’s not lovely, but yeah, I think so too”, Seungcheol mumbled. “I’m so hot.”

Nearly instantly an icepack was pressed to his forehead, courtesy of Vernon and Minghao. He hadn’t even noticed them leave the room but they currently were his favorite members.

“Thanks”, he mumbled.

“What are your symptoms, hyung?”, Seungkwan asked worriedly.

“Headache. Cough. Sore throat. Bit of nausea”, Seungcheol admitted.

“And an impressive fever, I’d say”, Jeonghan added. “Wonwoo, could you?”

Normally that would have been unacceptable but now he just closed his eyes and let himself be lifted into Wonwoo’s arms bridal style.

“Rest, hyung”, the rapper said gently, “we got you.”

“I’ll even make your favorite soup at home. How does that sound?”, Mingyu asked.

“Lovely, thank you, baby.” And then. “I’m so thankful to all of you”, Seungcheol managed to whisper, hoping the members heard him.

“You got it wrong, hyung”, Jun said, coming up to stroke Seungcheol’s hair, “we’re thankful to have you every day.”

“We would never have made it without you, hyungie”, Minghao added.

Dino agreed easily. “Best leader S.Coups!”

“What they said, hyung”, Vernon added, clearly a bit unsure on how to handle his hyung breaking down in front of them. When he opened his eyes to check on the younger, he found Dino and Seungkwan already clinging to him. Satisfied, Seungcheol let his head slump against Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“I love you all. More than you’ll ever know.” His voice was slurred with tiredness and another cough shook him.

“We love you too”, all the members echoed. Another kiss was pressed to his hair, Seungcheol was pretty sure it was Seokmin’s aftershave he smelled.

Seungcheol let himself be comforted by the rumbling of Wonwoo’s chest and if the younger felt the new wave of tears soaking his shirt he didn’t say anything.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Sicktember 2024

[feverishly-kpop]

Seungmin & SKZ - Argument

Seungmin was seeing red.

He had been frustrated all day. Mostly with himself to be honest. He had been off of his game all day, just feeling generally worn out.

“I’m not trying to be rude but the lyrics are right in front of you” Jisung said pointedly, only adding to Seungmin’s sour mood.

“It’s not the lyrics, Jisung” Seungmin snapped back. “It’s the rhythm. It doesn’t make sense to me. I’m getting mixed up.”

“It’s really not all that complicated” Jisung replied, his eyes rolling as he clapped the beat out twice over before dropping back to his seat, clearly too irritated to continue.

After a moment of silence Chan stepped in, realizing that the petty bickering between Jisung and Seungmin was teetering a bit too closely toward an actual argument for his liking. “Jisung, step out and get some air please” he said calmly, trying to bring the overall mood down, but, just as he suspected, Jisung was far too heated to let it go without a fight.

“If I step out, I’m going home” Jisung said, his eyes cold and still locked on Seungmin.

“He’s got a point, hyung.”

Great, just what Chan needed. An actual coup in the vocal studio at 10:00 PM.

“No offense, Seungmin, but you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten your part yet” Jeongin continued. “We’re so tired.”

Hyunjin nodded along in agreement, quickly taking the opportunity to interject. “Minho-hyung, Felix, and I have been here since noon. We didn’t have a break between dance and vocal. If we all can’t leave its only fair for the three of us to be excused.”

Seungmin glanced at Minho and Felix who kept their eyes cast down, but their expressions confirmed that they were in agreement with Hyunjin.

Of course they were.

And that’s when all hell broke loose.

“If they get to go, so do we” Jisung yelled as he sprung from his seat.

“Jisung sit down” Changbin shouted over the chaos.

“Bold of you to assume that you guys should be able to leave just because you got here a little earlier. Seems selfish…” Jeongin grumbled at Hyunjin on the other side of the room.

“Bold of you to talk to your hyung that way, Jeongin” Minho clapped, coming to Hyunjin’s defense.

“Guys, that’s enough” Chan said firmly but it fell on deaf ears.

Seungmin had heard enough.

“Shut up” he shouted, a sudden sharp pain sparking behind his eyes. “Seriously, stop it. Go home. All of you.”

The rest of the group suddenly grew silent. Seungmin was far from the most emotionally volatile member. He almost never raised his voice but when he did it was alarming to say the least.

“Seungmin” Felix started but Seungmin held up a hand.

“Just…go.” Seungmin understood that they were all tired. The dance line had a full day before vocal practice started, he knew that they must be dead on their feet. Just this vocal practice had left Seungmin exhausted.

Without another word Chan nodded to the rest of the members, who quietly grabbed their belongings and scrambled out of the room.

“I’m so sorry, Minnie” Chan said, his head hanging as he massaged his temples. “Jisung hasn’t been sleeping very well….”

Seungmin was too frustrated to listen to anything more.

“Hyung, just go home.” His tone made his mood clear.

And with that he reached into his bag for his headphones, making it clear that he was done with the conversation. He could see Chan’s lips moving, probably telling him not to stay too late, but he couldn’t bring himself to care what his hyung was saying. He just wanted to be alone and, within a few moments, his wish was granted and be was left to continue working by himself in the quiet studio.

*~*~*~*~*~

It didn’t take long until the pain behind his eyes had turned into a full blown migraine. The low lights in the studio and the backing track playing in his headphones soon became too much to deal with, but there was no way he could walk home in his current condition. And he absolutely wasn’t about to call one of his members for help. He was still beyond angry with all of them.

Instead he tossed his headphones aside, unbothered as they slid across the table and landed on the floor, and curled up in the corner on the floor, using his bag as a pillow. Was there a lounge with a couch just down the hall? Yes, yes there was. But Seungmin didn’t have nearly enough energy to get himself there. The floor would be just fine as long as he could close his eyes for a few hours.

*~*~*~*~*~

Then next morning came early which was absolutely not surprising to Seungmin. There was only so much rest he could get on the hard floor but he had hoped that it would be enough to shake his bothersome migraine. Unfortunately, it seemed to have the opposite effect. On top of his migraine his entire body ached, the pain exacerbated by the chills running through his body.

After a slow stretch in an attempt to regain some sensation in his arms and legs he stood up and checked his phone for the time.

5:00 AM.

Well shit.

Chan would be up any minute and would be on his way to bust the studio door down when he found that Seungmin hadn’t come home. Grabbing his bag he resolved to take a fast walk home, hoping to get there before Chan woke for the day.

*~*~*~*~*~

Much to Seungmin’s surprise it was quiet when he arrived home. He glanced at the table and noticed a note from Chan:

No practice til noon tomorrow. Try and sleep in - BC

Seungmin felt the tension in his shoulders dissipated, relieved that he’d have a few hours to rest before dance practice today. After the feud that erupted the prior night Seungmin held out no hope that Minho would go easy on them.

Not wanting to waste another moment Seungmin slipped into his room, quickly changing into his pajamas while being careful not to wake any of his sleeping roommates. A few hours of sleep before leaving again would be better than none at all.

*~*~*~*~*~

He felt like he had just closed his eyes. There was no way that hours had passed. Even minutes would be generous. It couldn’t have been more than second.

Yet Hyunjin was standing in the doorway dressed and ready to go.

“Seungmin you’ve gotta get up. Jisung will lose his shit if he finds out you’re still sleeping” Hyunjin said sympathetically. Seungmin couldn’t help to feel a little guilty about how mad he still was with his members, but his thoughts were immediately redirected to the pain in every inch of his body. Somehow it seemed to have gotten worse than it had been this morning, something that Seungmin didn’t seem to think was possible.

“Okay, I’m getting up” Seungmin said as he swung his legs over the bed, forcing himself to sit up. His stomach lurched at the movement, the pain in his head so intense that it was making him nauseous. Unfortunately for him, however, he didn’t have time to do anything about any of it.

He knew he’d be in for a rough day.

*~*~*~*~*~

Practice was tense, just as Seungmin had anticipated. They had all taken the opportunity to get some much needed sleep that morning but that left them with no time to discuss what had happened the previous night.

Seungmin muddled through song after song, doing his best not to draw any attention to himself, but he could feel the pain wracking his body growing worse by the minute.

He made it half way through their run through of Domino before he hit the wall.

“Hyung” Seungmin called out weakly, hoping to get Minho’s attention but the music was too loud and he could hardly get his voice above a whisper.

Then his feet stopped moving. Despite his best efforts to keep up with the music his feet felt cemented to the ground. Before he could give it a further thought he felt a body crash into his, sending both of them to the floor and, just like that, Seungmin vomited on the floor in front of him. For just a second he couldn’t help but notice how much better he felt after getting sick, but that feeling was short lived as he was overcome with a sudden sense of absolute exhaustion followed by darkness.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Jisung sit down, please.”

That was Minho’s voice. Or maybe Chan’s? But maybe Changbin?

Seungmin’s head felt foggy as he came to.

“Sit your ass down, Jisung-ah. And get the ice back on that bump. Hyunjin didn’t run across the building to get it for you for his health.”

Well that was definitely Minho’s voice.

“Hey, there you are.” Felix’s soft voice and face came into focus simultaneously. “Take your time opening your eyes, okay?”

Chan immediately joined Felix on the floor when he saw Seungmin stir. “What happened, Seungmin?” Seungmin could hear the stress in Chan’s voice despite his best efforts to mask it.

“I think I fell…” Seungmin said, trying to remember exactly how he had ended up on the floor but coming up with nothing. “Yeah I fell I guess.”

Chan and Felix exchanged a knowing glance before Chan turned back to Seungmin. “I think you did a little more than fall, Minnie. You froze during the run through and Jisung backed into you.”

Neither Chan or Felix could miss the look of confusion and pain on Jisung’s face.

“Jisung knocked you over and then you got sick and passed out” Felix added, trying to jog Seungmin’s memory.

“I’m sorry…I can clean it up” Seungmin responded before making an attempt to sit up only to find resistance from Chan’s hand on his chest.

“Don’t try to get up. You’re really sick. When did you start feeling unwell?” Chan’s tone was serious in a way that made Seungmin guilty for having been so upset with them all just a few minutes ago. He tried to respond but only a sob came out.

Just then a cold hand grabbed his and squeezed it.

“I’m so sorry. Last night. There’s no excuse” Jisung said, a tear falling down his cheek.

“It’s okay, water under the bridge” Seungmin replied, squeezing Jisung’s hand a little tighter, trying to warm it up a little. “I hate to say it, but…karma?” The room erupted with laughter at that comment, even Jisung couldn’t help but let out a chuckle despite the joke being at his expense.

“Yeah, turns out the floor is hard when you fall and whack your head on it” Jisung responded with a smile. “Who knew?”

After taking a few more minutes to get his bearings Chan sat down next to Seungmin again, setting a palm on his forehead. “All jokes aside, Minnie, you need to be in bed. Let’s get going.” Chan and Jeongin helped Seungmin to his feet, the woozy feeling that Seungmin had been feeling all day slowly creeping back.

“You’re going to bed when we get home, understood?” Minho said to Seungmin as he grabbed his bag off the floor. Seungmin responded with a silent nod, honestly too exhausted and sick to even consider doing anything but sleep. “And you too, Humpty Dumpty. Straight to bed.”

Jisung blushed but nodded in response, still holding the bag if ice to the side of his head. And with that, any hard feelings that Seungmin was still feeling from last night disappeared as they locked up the dance studio behind them.

[l1llina]

Going up

Alhaitham x fem!reader

Prompt: He wanted her job and it would be easy enough to

After the dream Samsara, Alhaitham ended up as the new Grand Sage. However, he still misses his old job as the scribe. He asks around in hopes he can take up his old position again but he had already been replaced. His replacement was you.

Alhaitham despite practicing stoicism was upset to say the least. He was frowning slightly, as compared to his neutral, indifferent expression. He knew someone would take up his position soon but he didn't expect it to be that soon. He taps your desk and you jolt.

"Hello Grand Sage, how may I help you today ?" Y/N spoke.

On the desk, he can see texts from 100-1000 years ago. Stacks of paper are piled on top and there is a pillow, blankets and cups of tea.

"Hello. Scribe, what is your name ?". He asked.

"I'm Y/N. Are you looking for some documents ? I'm happy to help. Or maybe, you need to find someone ? Uhh, or uhh." She stuttered

Alhaitham was thinking. His first thought was Y/N was a different scribe than he was, more expressive, less poignant. She even acted like a sort of secretary even though her job was to record historical data.

"I am Alhaitham, I am not the Grand Sage so please just call me by my name." He voiced.

Y/N is sweating in her chair. Why was the Grand Sage rejecting his position. That is so weird. Why is he here to talk to the scribe of all people? Did he come here because she was suspicious. Did she look like the type of person who would stage a coup d'état. The last person who interacted with him was sent to jail, or that was what she remembered.

"I used to be the scribe." Alhaitham admitted.

"Oh-" Y/N gasped.

She was starting to piece what was happening but it still seemed he was here for something else.

The cogs in Alhaitham's head was turning. She doesn't understand and this was going to be an awkward situation. Just look at her, she's hyperventilating. This is going to take more time than he wanted it to.

Y/N is trembling. He was either here to get his job back, fire her for being incompetent or she was suspected of being a war criminal! In all those scenarios, her peaceful life would be over.

"I swear I'll get better at my job!". She exclaimed, hoping that was the reason he was here. For being bad at her job.

Al Haitham glanced over and these were his next words. "You are a better scribe than I was. You really seem to put your all into this job."

"I am actually here because I don't like being the Grand Sage that is all. I was hoping to be the Scribe again but here you are. It is well deserved, might I say"

Y/N blushed and smiled. His compliment meant a lot to her. She sighs too because he was a nice guy and he looked disappointed. She couldn't really do anything to cheer him up except give up her position but she can't do that. This job was perfect for her.

Y/N proposes "I'm sorry, you seem very nice. Even if I quit this position, could you become the Scribe again ? There's no better person for the Grand Sage but you.." She smiles

Truth be told, she was right. Nahida didn't intend to let Alhaitham quit being the Grand Sage despite his wishes, the only way would be to find a more competent Grand Sage.

"I have some ideas for replacements. Like, the Traveler or Nahida herself or maybe the Wanderer. Maybe even Faruzan could work. You should try before you give up. If you find someone we'll have a challenge to see who's the better scribe. If you win, I quit." Y/N smiles

Alhaitham looked at her this time, with his usual indifferent look. She was very kind and a little dumb. She doesn't have to give up her job if she doesn't want to. She's too nice. But a challenge sounds good, the job will go to someone who rightfully deserves it and both parties can leave satisfied afterwards.

2 weeks pass, and Y/N was right not to lose hope. Nahida actually budged on her decision. Alhaitham had found a suitable candidate and that candidate would take over but only if Alhaitham won the challenge and quit. Nahida is also very kind and it's a nice thing the people of Sumeru get to have her as an archon.

The challenge to determine who was the best Scribe was decided. Whoever could translate more texts within an hour wins, quality will be taken into account of course.

On the day of the challenge, Alhaitham arrived in a nice suit. It was to celebrate getting his job back. On the other end, we have Y/N who had eyebags from studying the night before.

It starts and Y/N manages to translate 2 whole texts in 15 minutes but Alhaitham was already on his 4th text. She was behind by 1 text. To make up for the loss of time, she translated 4 texts roughly in 10 minutes and decided to clean them up later. In the last 2 minutes, Alhaitham had 11 fully translated texts and Y/N had 10 fully translated texts, her strategy had worked, but it wasn't enough. The gong chimes and Y/N seemed to have lost. Her only hope was that her translations were better than his.

10 minutes pass and the winner is announced.

It's Alhaitham. He smiles with a wide grin. He looked so happy. Y/N was very tired but she applauded him. It was a good fight. She then slumped on the desk and fell asleep for the last time as the Scribe, in the Scribe's office.

At 11 pm, a silhouette is spotted. It carries Y/N to the couch in her office, covers Y/N with a blanket and puts a pillow under her head. He kisses her forehead and leaves a bouquet of flowers for her to wake up to. The night was a sad one for Y/N. It was beautiful, serene and joyful. It was almost mocking Y/N's current state. It's the end of her peaceful job and life. Tomorrow she'll be jobless. She'll find another job surely but how she'll miss her old one. She understands Alhaitham better and realised how much the two of them were similar for their love of being the Scribe.

In the morning, Y/N is gently woken up by her ex-rival, Alhaitham. He smiles at her with no malicious intent to be found. It saddens her but she smiles. He was happy now. He even looked a little red but Y/N was still groggy from the all nighter she pulled the day before.

He slowly slides an arm behind her back and Y/N leans into his touch. What a weird guy. She closes her eyes again before he hugs her. He was hiding his face in her neck but Y/N started blushing too. Was she overthinking again, why would a guy hug a girl when she just woke up.

A letter is slid into her bag. Y/N packs up and leaves to go home. Before she did, Alhaitham asked where she lived since he wanted to see her again. She tells him and leaves. Unbeknownst to her, Alhaitham follows and waits at a nearby café. He had something else he wanted to say to her.

"What's this in my bag?"

Hello Y/N, You have been recommended to be the new Grand Sage. I know it is very sudden but the previous Grand Sage and I agreed you would be quite suitable. Why you may ask ? Well first of all, you were the Scribe and our previous Grand Sage was a scribe too. Second of all, I believe Grand Sages have to be kind to the people and encouraging. How else would people keep learning if they aren't motivated to do so ? Please refer Alhaitham to give us your answer. Sincerely, Nahida

... A gust of wind is felt as the door of Y/N's residence flutters open. Y/N is running, she's crying, beaming with joy, laughing and out of breath. Alhaitham sees her and walks in front of her path. The sight of his cru- ahem friend was so beautiful to see.

"YES! I accept!"

The man was blushing. It sounded like something else. The people in front of the cafe started clapping. A few "CONGRATULATIONS!" can be heard. Y/N realises what's happening and starts blushing too.

Alhaitham readjusts his collar. "Noted. Greetings Grand Sage". Alhaitham pressed a kiss to her forehead. He was worried he was a little too forward but surprise, surprise. Y/N asked "Can I kiss you ?". An agreement was reached and Y/N and Alhaitham press a chaste kiss on each other's lips.

Oho~ How the tables have turned ~~

[-The End-]

[galaxyshine24-7]

The Silver Bullet🥂

Chapter 6 Colletti Royale

“What do you think you’re doing! These roses must be red!” 

Yuu flinches at another of Riddle’s outburst. It's been like this since Yuu got here. Heartslybul prepared a charity event in the community gardens, and their leader has been raging since it started. All Yuu could do is prepare drinks as the poor Heartslaybul members try to avoid Riddle’s temper. 

“Geez, when is this going to end?” Ace slumps against Yuu’s stand, a large heart shaped collar around his neck. 

“What is that?” Yuu flicks the collar. 

“A punishment, the Queen is still upset, if I get he gets fired up this thing will go up in flames.” Ace sighs. “All because of some stupid tart."

Yuu looks up to see Riddle making his way to his seat at the head of the table rubbing his temples. Everyone must be stressed with all the recent events. Yuu can see the vein popping out of the gang leader’s head from here. 

“Hey, Ace stop being lazy, Trey needs us in the kitchen.” Deuce walks over to the bar giving Yuu a small smile. 

“Oh right.” Ace yawns. 

“You two stay safe alright,” Yuu states.

“Don’t worry Yuu Me, Ace, and Trey have come up with a way to make Riddle happy again.”

“Really?” Yuu looks over to a fuming Rosehearts ordering around his subordinates. “I hope it works out for you guys.” Yuu gives them their best reassuring smile.

“Thanks, Yuu, we'll see you later.” Deuce grabs Ace’s arm dragging him away to the kitchen. 

Yuu hopes everything goes well. NRC has been in an uproar with the recent incidents. No one really knows what it was all about. It’s a part that worries Yuu the most, overblots are always a tragic ordeal, but to think they would just happen out of nowhere is unheard of in public information. It can put anyone on edge to think it could happen at any time of the day to anyone.

“Hey Yuu,” The sing song voice of Cater makes his presence known. 

“Hi Cater, can I get you anything?” Yuu gives him a small smile. 

“Yeah something refreshing and not so sweet please.” Cater leans against the bar counter scrolling through his phone. Yuu gets to work on his drink glade for the moment of distraction. 

“Hey Cater, I have a question.” Yuu states.

“Oh, really then I would love to answer.” Cater looks up from his phone with a smile. 

“Was Riddle always like this?” Yuu looks over to the commanding Heartslaybul leader. 

“Well Riddle has always been a stickler for the rules, more so then our other leaders.” 

Yuu finishes the drink sliding it over to Cater. 

“I see, what if someone gets fed up with it all?” Riddle’s ruling is bound to rub people the wrong way. It’s not uncommon in gangs for others to stage a coup. 

“Well if someone would want to do that they would have to challenge Riddle in a magic duel, and Riddle is the best around when it comes to magic.” Cater takes a sip of his drink.

“Amazing as always Yuu.” Cater takes many pictures of the drink as Yuu watches with amusement. For a gang member Cater is very public about his activities. There are certainly a lot of strange personalities when it comes to NRC. The ringing of bells announces the start to the unbirthday party. Riddle sits at his throne watching over the crowd has his eyes soon land on Yuu. Yuu only gives him a raised brow as he motions for them to come closer with his finger. Yuu takes a deep breath bringing over a tray of drinks just in case. 

“Are you enjoying yourself Yuu?” He tilts his head. 

“Uh yes this is a very nice event.” The question catches them off guard. “Would you like a drink?” Yuu offers up the tray. Riddle gives them a slight nod. Yuu goes up the steps holding out the tray until Riddle grabs a glass. He takes a glass ever so gently before taking a sip. 

“Prefect as always, as it should be” He comments with a slight smile. 

“Riddle!” A voice breaks out over the crowd as Trey, Ace, Deuce, and Cater come up to the throne carrying a covered dish on a large silver platter. Yuu smiles seeing their positive faces as they approach.

“Uh, housewarden sir I wanted to apologize for eating the tart. So Trey Senpai helped me make a new one for Yuu.” Ace bravely speaks facing down the House warden. In the corner of their eye, Yuu can see what seems to be a smirk from Riddle. “Really well then let’s see it.” Riddle gestures for Trey to remove the lid. Trey does so in an eloquent manner showing off a beautiful Mont Blanc that looks like it comes from a bakery. Yuu expects to see a pleased Riddle, but only feels the air around them get hot. Riddle’s face is like a fresh tomato as he stands toppoling over his throne. 

“Queen of Hearts rule 562 you must not bring Mont Blanc to an Unbirthday party! Throw them all away at once!” Riddle waves his specter causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and look. 

“No way in hell, we spent all day making these tarts, and their damn good too!” Ace yells. “I am so sick and tired of these rules, and I’m sick and tired of a tyrant like you!”

“Ace stop!” Trey grabs Ace’s shoulder pushing him back. “Riddle it’s my fault, I completely forgot about the rule.” Trey tries to soothe the situation. 

“I don’t care whose idea it was the Unbirthday party is ruined when we needed it most! As a punishment, everyone will get collared and have to memorize every queen of hearts rule until they can say it in full back to me!” Riddle slams his specter on the ground making the stage creak beneath him.  Yuu takes a step back, the energy around Riddle is like that of a raging fire. It causes Yuu’s eyes to sting from the intensity.

“That’s unfair!” Deuce finally speaks up. 

“I am the Housewarden my word is law, and all you must follow!” Riddle retorts. 

“Your more like a baby throwing a tantrum, I’d rather have anyone then a leader like you.” Ace crosses his arms. 

“No one is better then me!” 

“Ha, yeah right I could do a better job than you, in fact, I want a duel right here right now.” Ace takes out a magic pen, a device used to hold the magic drug. A pill increases ones magic ability. Ace takes a pill swallowing it whole. Trey steps forward getting in the middle of the two. The other gang members start to usher out the guests making sure everyone is out of harm's way. 

“We really shouldn’t do this.” Trey pleads to Riddle. 

“Enough it’s already been decided.” Riddle commends. 

Yuu gets down from the platform as the wind around them starts to pick up. 

“Ace Trapola step forward.” Riddle waves his spector as Ace straps up to him. 

“I’ll also battle with Ace.” Deuce steps forward standing by Ace’s side. 

“Oh so two trouble makers wish for a schooling then.” Riddle smirks. 

“Enough talk, take these collars off us so we can have a fair fight.” Ace cracks his knuckles. Deuce takes a pill as well readying himselaf for the fight.

Yuu could only stand there as the two start something they probably can’t finish. Flashes of Ace beaten up in the dumpster crosses their mind as they let out a sigh. “Cater please hold this.” Yuu hands their tray of drinks to Cater. 

“What wait-” Cater grabs the tray watching Yuu step alongside Ace and Deuce. 

“Yuu what are you doing?!” Deuce exclaims. 

Even Riddle stands there shocked as Yuu cracks their neck. 

“I can’t just stand by and watch you guys get hurt or worse.” Yuu rolls up their sleeves. 

“Are you insane?!” Ace yells. 

“I might as well be.” Yuu shrugs.

“Ha, you must be joking what could a magicless person like yourself do to me. You should know better then to stick your head out, you might just get your head taken off.” Riddle moves his finger across his throat. 

What happens next catches Yuu off guard as Ace flashes past them. A loud whack rings in the air as Riddle stands in shock with a huge red mark plastered on his cheek. Yuu covers their mouth as everyone stands in silence at an angered Ace. “I’m so sick and tired of your damn mouth!” Ace yells. 

Riddle’s eyes slowly turn to Ace as the sky darkens. 

[bisexualbard-writes]

Ella Enchanted AU where Kim has to do whatever he's told to do :)

OH SHIRLEY I LOVE YOU. Ella Enchanted MY BELOVED. So. I think Kim would Not Respond Well to being compelled to do whatever he's told. And by that I mean there are two Theerapanyakul recluse brothers in this story.

Kim hides away from everyone except his brothers. He's practically considered a ghost, most people who work in the compound think he's a ghost, the other half doesn't think he exists at all. Before his mother died, she told him not to tell anyone of his obedience affliction for fear it would be exploited.

It gets exploited anyway by Korn. His father commands him with a smile and a soft word and sends Kim on dangerous missions he's literally not allowed to refuse. Kim tries to hide from him, but then his father told him he wasn't allowed to avoid him. The best thing he can do is just try and avoid everyone else.

His brothers are the exception. They always try and make sure that they're asking him to do things, and if they accidentally give him a command Kim can yell at them and they'll change the command into a suggestion.

His only refuge is his music. He adopts the persona of WIK and releases his music on YouTube, but he never takes WIK beyond the four walls of his room. He can't even IMAGINE being a celebrity out in public. Fans scream the most ridiculous things, and even a single "wik, have my babies!" would ruin him. Thank goodness he doesn't have to obey the comments he sees written on his videos.

One day a new bodyguard starts, and Kim avoids him like the rest. But then the new bodyguard lures Tankhun out of the tower, and Kim is delighted for his brother and also kinda jealous and grumpy.

Then one day, a kid is allowed to just wander the compound and accidentally finds his way up to KIm's rooms. Kim doesn't have time to get his soundproof headphones or kick the kid out before he's flailing and saying, "hecking shit, I didn't know you lived here Wik, please be my guitar tutor!"

Which is a command, and Kim is really disgruntled by that, but he can't not obey.

So he tutors the kid, Chay, and he tries to keep it as short as possible, but then Chay tells him to stop and listen to his song. So Kim has to do that then. But then... Kim really shouldn't be spending time with this fan, but...but his music is lovely. And Kim isn't going to admit it anytime soon... but he might be lonely.

And Chay's not dumb, he realizes Kim's a shut in, or there's something clearly wrong with him. Sometimes Chay can't find him, and then when he reappears he's extra grouchy. Sometimes he's hurt. But he also seems happy to hang out with Chay. And when Chay suggests they go out into the world, Kim agrees! (because "please, P'Kim, let's go to the movies" is technically a command.)

But Kim is finding he doesn't mind being ordered around by Chay. He should probably avoid Chay, it's risky going out into the world, especially in public with other people and without someone who knows about his afflection. But oh no, it's the curse, he can't help but spend time with this cute boy.

But Korn takes notice that Kim has been distracted recently. He commands Kim to tell Chay he was just playing with him and that he never wants to see Chay again. Kim screams at his father, and is commanded to speak politely. He tries to attack Korn and is commanded to never let Korn come to harm. Kim tries to destroy his father's office but is commanded to stop throwing a tantrum and respect his father.

Kim has no choice but to obey.

He leaves Chay like he does in canon, walking away while Chay is on the ground crying.

He thinks that's it. Kim locks himself away again, not opening the door for the staff or his brothers or anyone. The only one who can get in his Korn, and that's because Kim is forced to pay him his respects. But then he gives Kim another command: A coup is happening soon. Find Chay, bring him as leverage.

Kim dreads this and resists as much as he can, but he's compelled to go. He finds Chay at hum bar. The only thing is, he also finds his uncle's men there. Part of brining Chay to his father means keeping Chay alive, right? So he fights off his uncle's men.

In this version Chay turns around and sees Kim fighting for him. After Kim wins, Chay throws himself into Kim's arms, which is a blessing and a curse because he gets to be close to Chay but also he's one step closer to bringing him to Korn. Kim draws out the conversation as long as he can.

Chay: You kept me safe? Kim: I wanted to. Chay: You broke my heart though Kim: I had no other choice.

But eventually the curse fights him and he slowly brings Chay back to the compound, trying to delay at every moment. Chay can tell something is wrong, Kim is physically fighting for something, but he doesn't understand what.

Kim brings Chay to Korn before Porsche and Kinn get there. His father has a different plan now, keep Chay locked up with his mother. It's leverage over both Porsche AND Kim.

Kim refuses to help. He's not going to let that happen, not under his watch. He's not allowed to resist though, and he feels like his body is going to tear itself apart. Chay holds him tight as Korn keeps giving orders and Kim screams and shakes and falls apart and builds himself anew. His determination and Chay's help break the curse. Finally, Kim rises, shakey on his feet but whole again. Korn: Don't hurt me Kim. You cannot hurt me. Kim: I do what I want

And then he kills Korn.

After that he and Chay have a lot to talk through, but it's much easier now that Kim's lips aren't magically sealed.

(send me a trope, maybe one you hate, and I'll attempt to kimchay it)

[svtminghaolove]

You’re having trouble sleeping - Hip hop unit (SVT)

Hello agaaaaain~ I finished this one pretty fast actually, was not expecting that but here it is (;

Triggers: Swears

S.Coups: School was freaking you the fuck out. It hadn't gone that well lately and basically your whole tuition was hanging on a test you had done a week ago, one that you was about 97% certain that you had failed. This had caused you to lay awake at night, all kinds of scenarios going through your head: What if you can't pay your rent? Would you have to drop out? Get another job? Return back home? It gave you no peace of mind and as soon as you closed your eyes you could feel the tears of stress burn behind your eyelids.

The fact that you hadn't been seeing Seungcheol for a while didn't really help either. He had been away for a few days for filming a music video and had even been hard to reach by phone. But today was the day he was coming back and he had planned to go straight to your place, but it was pretty late on a school night so he sent away a text to check first.

'Are you awake? Can I come over?'

'Yes. Please do.'

He frowned at your short answer, it wasn't rude or anything but it just sounded… weird, not like you would usually write to him.

He drove over to your place and was quick going up to your apartment door. He barely knocked two times before you opened the door, eyes red and lips dry. Your lips quivered as you set your eyes on Seungcheol and his eyes went wide.

"y/n, what happened? Are you okay?", you didn't answer him and just stepped out in the corridor, and leaned into his chest, letting silent tears fall. He almost found the silent tears more disturbing than if you had cried your heart out.

"… y/n?", he said softly as he put his arms around you and backed you into the apartment. "Hey babe, are you okay?", he closed the door behind him and you shook your head.

"I can't sleep", your voice was raspy and heavy. A voice that Seungcheol was very familiar with since he himself sounded like that from time to time.

"Want to talk about it?", you shook your head again, not even aware of the fact that Seungcheol was slowly backing you into the bedroom.

"Just… school is freaking me the fuck out", you whispered and he just hummed as an answer, the soft vibration from his chest making you close your eyes. You were by this point so out of reality and focused on him that you didn't realize that you were laying down until he pulled away.

"Where are you going?", you sat up as he stepped back.

"I'm just going to get ready for bed, I'll be quick", he said softly and kissed you on the temple before going into the bathroom for a few minutes.

You sat up in bed, listening to the water running until he came back. He gave you a soft smile when he saw you sitting on the bed, not saying anything as he climbed into bed next to you. He opened his arms and you laid down with your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat made everything around you just disappear and when he started humming it was like this was all that existed. The vibrations coated your skin and forced your muscles to relax.

"You know that I'll always be here right? If school is too much you can take a break.", he whispered but by that point you were already half way to dreamland.

Wonwoo: It had been two night without sleep, three days without sleep. You had a deadline for a writing project soon and where nowhere near done, which meant that you couldn't sleep but you needed to sleep but the work got you so stressed out so you couldn't. It was just… a mess, you were a mess all couped up in you study.

Since you didn't live with Wonwoo, he hadn't seen most of it and just thought that you were working, but when you didn't show up for a date the two of you had planned and only got a "sorry, work" as an explanation, he went to your place. He had the key so he just went inside, it was completely dark in the apartment, except from the small light coming from your study. He softly knocked on the door but when he got no response he opened.

"y/n?", you didn't answer but he saw you hunched over your desk, paper all over the floor and the laptop pushed to the side.

"y/n? Are you okay?", he went forward and put a hand on your shoulder, only to feel it shaking. "Are you crying? y/n, is everything alright?", he turned around your chair and you let out a sob as you leaned your forehead against his stomach.

"I can't write", you sobbed and he stoked your back, trying to size up the situation.

"Okay, let's take a break then.", you pulled back from him and brushed away the hair from your forehead. That was when he noticed the rings under your eyes were so dark they almost looked like bruises.

"I can't, I don't have the time.", he knelt down and pulled the chair closer when you tried to push away.

"When is the last time you slept?", you sighed.

"Don't you get it? I can't sleep! I don't have the time and if I try to sleep I just stress out of how little time I have and if I don't sleep I just sit here staring onto a empty screen waiting to be filled with ideas that I don't have!", the tears started to flow and you started to hiccup. He could barely keep up with your disarrayed thoughts and it hurt him to see you this way.

Wonwoo placed his arms around you and you laid yours around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

"I can't sleep", you hiccuped and he hummed as he carried you to the bedroom. On the way he picked up a random book laying on the shelf, and it unexpectedly turned out to be a children's book for one of your nieces or nephews.

"Alright, come here", he put you down on the bed, laying down next to you. You crawled up on his side and he turned on the reading light and opened the book.

"You're reading me a children's book?", you asked, slightly amused.

"Hush, just close your eyes and listen", he placed his free arm around you and you rested your head on his chest.

He began reading the book (mind you one that's meant for a three year old) and you closed your eyes. You listen to the combination of his heartbeat and his hushed voice and after a while your tears stopped flowing and the hiccup disappeared. You relaxed and your body molded itself to his and before you knew it, you fell asleep to your boyfriend reading a children's book to you.

Mingyu: It was the day before they were going away for a tour. Or well, the night before. He was leaving tomorrow night, when you were still asleep. It was the first time he was going on tour since the two of you got together and you just felt a bit unsettled, which made you unable to fall asleep. At first you had tried to fall asleep next to Mingyu but after about two hours you enough and quietly climbed out of bed and into the living room. You just sat down on the couch, staring out the window. There was a million thoughts going through your head at the same time as it felt like you were thinking about nothing.

"What are you doing awake?", Mingyu slumped down next to you in the couch, letting his head fall into your lap.

"Can't sleep", you were really tired to be honest.

"Why?", you went quiet for a moment at the question, just letting your fingers comb through his hair. He took your hand and pressed his lips to your palm. "y/n?"

"I don't know exactly why, I just feel… uneasy whenever I think of you going away on tour", he raised a brow and smiled.

"Because you'll miss me?", you rolled your eyes and lightly slapped his forehead.

"Yeah, I'll miss you", you sighed. "… A lot. I'll miss you a lot", you looked out the window again.

"I'll miss you too", he kissed your palm again. "We'll talk everyday, you can call me in the middle of the night if you have to", you shook your head.

"You won't forget me, right?", you joked, but even Mingyu knew that it wasn't completely meant as a joke.

"Never.", he said and sat up. "You're not really afraid of that are you?"

"… no. Yes?", you let out a dry laugh. "No. I know you won't forget me it's just… a weird thought. A what if thing that clung to me.", he placed his arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

"I love you, with my whole heart and if you ever leave me I would cry for ten years", you laughed and hugged him back. "I'll never forget you, I'll call you so much that you'll block my number."

"Okay", you closed your eyes, the sleepiness finally falling over you. "I love you too", you yawned and he pulled back.

"So, ready for sleep now?", you nodded and then the two of you went back to bed, limbs and all interwined.

Vernon: It was during a time that you had so much work and too few hours on the day, so you sleep was the first thing to go. At first it was only cutting back a few hours but when you realized that sleeping a few hours made you even more tired than not sleeping at all, well you stopped sleeping. And when you finally had the time to start sleeping again, your body just wouldn't let you. Every time you were about to fall asleep it was like a warning bell went off in you and you sat straight up in the bed.

Vernon, of course noticing your sudden movements happening multiple times, asked you what was going on but you had just brushed it off. But it was even more concerning when he realized that you stopped coming to bed at all.

One night he woke up in the middle of the night to what sounded like a pot hitting the floor. He figured out pretty quickly that it was you when you weren't in bed next to him, but he had no idea what you were doing in the kitchen at four in the morning.

"y/n?", he asked, voice raspy from sleep and hair all over the place as he walked into the kitchen to find you over the stove.

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?", you sounded completely exhausted and the smile on your face didn't hide the dark rings under your eyes.

"What you doing?", you turned back to the stove.

"Heating up some milk, you want some? It's my mom's secret recipe", you turned back to him with a smile. "It's cinnamon, the secret", he scoffed add walked over to you.

"Want to tell me?", your smiled dropped at his words.

"You noticed?", he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Hard not to.", he softly squeezed you in his arms. "So, want to tell me?"

"… My body just jolts awake every time I'm about to sleep. It's like when you're deep asleep and the alarm rings in the morning, every time I try to sleep", you sighed and leaned back into him. You felt how everything just wanted to shut down and fall asleep but you just couldn't.

"Okay, let's watch a movie", you rolled your eyes but nodded.

You poured up two cups of the heated milk and went over to the couch where Vernon had piled up with pillows and blankets, holding out his arms to you. You sat down in his arms and he bundled up the two of you before taking his cup. You were half laying down in his arms, getting yourself comfy as he turned on the movie.

"The Grinch? Really?", you laughed and took a sip from your cup.

"You always manage to fall asleep to it on Christmas", you laughed and softly jabbed him with your elbow before getting cozy in his arms.

But Vernon was right, you always did fall asleep during The Grinch. And when he noticed your head starting to lull backwards he took the cup from your hands and placed it next to his on the small table next to the couch.

"Works like a charm", he smiled and carefully picked you up to carry you to bed.

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