#pls i just can’t imagine it they’d have better things to do

[reveluving]

make it double (headcanons i) ; phillip graves x reader x jeff sadecki

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!), mentions of injuries, past bullies have NOTHING on the three of you, overall, loads of fluff!

a/n: main fic is still in the works, and just so you know, I've made quite satisfying progress! I love them too much, so have some headcanons as a little gift from me to you! I recommend reading this before continuing, they take place anytime after the main fic! & pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» interested in more of the series? find it here & here!

smut includes: mm4f relationship (no incest), phil & jeff are soft (+ occasionally mean) doms, mentions of phone s~ex, dirty talk,praise kink, unprotected s~ex (p in v), dp; blindfold, cunnilingus, nipple play, spitting & licking, risqué polaroids, aftercare—the whole shebang!

You or Phil refusing to return to Wiskayok without the other. If you have to stay back a day or two to finish your work, Phil is staying too, and vice versa. No question. You'll help each other out, even if only the two of you remain in the office. His office is a dream; overlooking the city at night as you'd chat and banter and make out. 

Jeff never forgets to order your favourite milkshake at the town’s diner, whether for takeout or if you're coming over a little later. He doesn't even ask, he just gets it for you. 

You and Phil helping out or hanging out with Jeff at his store every once in a while. Jeff doesn't let it happen often, because the business can get pretty slow and he doesn't want to bore you. But when you do stop by, the day passes faster and if it really is just the three of you, you take the opportunity to be freaky in the storeroom.

Phil taking your hands in his and feeling them whenever he's sitting next to you. If they feel particularly dry/rough, he'll instinctively take the travel pack of moisturizer out of your pocket, warm the cream between his palms before rubbing it onto your hands.

Cooking nights! On days when it's Jeff's turn to work the kitchen, you tag along. He trusts you with most of the duties, but nothing more than cutting and preparing the ingredients when it comes to Phil. You don't mind it though, it still gives you all the chances to ogle at their arms whenever they roll up their sleeves. 

Phil can cook to some degree, though he’s not as versatile as his brother. And as siblings, they’d argue over the smallest things, though they’re never serious… most of the time. You, on the other hand, find it hilarious, seeing Phil trying to defend himself (“they’re good ‘nough!”) while he goes back and forth with his brother over the pettiest things like poorly chopped veggies (“are you kidding me?!”)

But we can’t not acknowledge Phil’s barbecue skills! From the well-seasoned proteins to the heartiest sides, rest assured, your plates of smokey goodness are in good hands, regardless of your diet!

+ Each time they walk past you from behind, expect them to steal a few kisses; on your lips, shoulder, the nape of your neck, or cheek!

Grocery shopping! Mama knows all of you don't need to go, but she prefers not to separate any of you. Imagine if you're having a hard time picking between two cereals, so you ask the brothers’ opinions. Despite the one-year age gap, they have and use their ‘twin’ telepathy to simultaneously agree on the one they know you'd respond more positively to.

If you know/picked up a new language, please know that the brothers will take advantage of it. Immensely. Phil has already asked you to translate certain words out of the blue, or even documents! He says it’s ‘for work’ but really, he just wants his ears to be blessed by your voice. Say a few sentences and ask him if he’s taking notes or jotting them down instead of listening to you like an audiobook.

Similarly, Jeff buys you novels of the language in question and listens to you just like an audiobook, but in his humble opinion, better. Fret not, he makes sure to read the reviews of the books before buying, so you enjoy reading them just as much as he and his brother do listening to you.

If you return from your latest mission with an injury, then Phil dresses your wounds while Jeff buys you the necessary antibiotics/medicine.

+ Mama makes your favourites and will not listen to your protests. Be careful though; if she finds you doing any heavy-duty activities, be prepared to receive the Southern scolding of a lifetime.

Because Jeff likes to shave off his facial hair completely, whereas Phil prefers to keep his stubble, you have different routines for the two! While they usually take place on different days, if they happen to clash, they play this little game over who gets your attention more. A little peck on your shoulder, and you're turning around to shoot Phil a playful glare. Or a quick touch of the small of your back, and you're playfully swatting Jeff’s hand so his brother wouldn't leave with a bald patch.

They adore each and every pleasurable reaction you display. Still, one of their absolute favourites is when you try to hide yourself by turning your head to the side as one brother eats you out, circling their tongue on your clit. Encouraging you to suffocate them with their hands gripping your legs. 

In contrast, the other holds you from behind, licking a stripe between your neck and shoulder, either, growling, making fun of your little moans, or whispering the nastiest words known to man into your ear. Unless you use your safeword, don't even think about running away from their arms.

Putting a blindfold on you and making you guess which brother is sucking on your neck, running their hands down your stomach or even kissing up your leg. Each time you get it wrong, they either tug at your tits, bite down on your neck just a tad harder or slap your inner thigh. Anywhere but your pussy.

Risqué polaroids; a classic mention in my works! Phil already has a few, his favourite is the photo of you sitting on his office chair in nothing more than a lacey lingerie, your face partially covered with your hands and one of Phil’s Rolex watches loosely clasped around your wrist. Because Phil had requested you in such, it was only fair to allow Jeff to decide as well. 

So, after weeks of thinking, he opted for you draped in one of his dress shirts, posing with your face half-hidden in a pillow. Like his brother, the sacred polaroid is hidden in the deepest slots of his wallet.

Phil has shown him the other polaroids, too; the kinds that would give their Mama a heart attack if she ever got hold of it. Since then, taking pictures of you has become a thing whenever you fool around behind closed doors.

Jeff sending you videos of him playing with his cock whenever you're out of town the same way Phil does if your deployment requires your team and his to split up. Jeff’s videos usually begin where he’s mid-pumping, head tilting back on the bed while Phil’s is moving his hands up and down ever so slowly as he slurs out your name, looking directly into the camera with an intense stare as beads of cum leak out little by little.

+ Bonus if you spot a polaroid of you in the video/call!

Aftercare with the two is a dream; soft kisses around your body, sweet reassurances and praises in your ear, and more. When one tends to you, the other fetches the necessary, be it damp towels, a refreshing cup of water, or even pillows and blankets. 

Even if one has an emergency to attend to, the other will stay and keep you company—God forbid if both sides of you grow cold. Nothing is more valuable than seeing you extra comfortable, even in your most vulnerable state. 

Becoming the talk of the town after a few of Mama’s friends shared the time they visited her house and saw photos of the three of you recently framed and decorating the wall/coffee table. Some find it cute, already considering you high school sweethearts despite no explicit confirmations of your relationship. Some despise it, but nobody dares to voice it out unless they want Phil to catch word of it.

Absolutely surprising the familiar faces around town when they actually see you, be it your friends like Crystal, who squealed and pulled you into a hug when you bumped into her, or foes like anyone who pestered and looked down upon you for somehow being close friends with the brothers at the time. 

Funnily enough, the boys enjoy the latter just a little more compared to the former since it gives them the chance to show you off. Rub your strength and successes in their face without even doing much other than treating you the way you deserve.

+ Imagine one of those ‘POV you’re at the airport, passing by international students’ videos but the three of you are the ‘snazzy’ (or read: doing something better with your lives) students and the bullies just stand there tearing up in shame BYEEE

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a/n: i love these three + mama so MUCH????? FAWK ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

MiD taglist ♡ : @unicorngirly1 @teddy2510 @ashableketchup

[mappingthesky]

can u make a tiny tinyyy blurb of nymphia being carried by pj? 🥹 nymphia just looks so cute being carried in her recent ig story :"))) <<<33

behold: the nymphia being carried blurb (or: you can’t help but become the sun)

this is actually short and im actually half asleep so pls forgive me if it is choppy. perhaps i will come back and polish tomorrow… but probably not <3 love u thank u for reading <<3

It’s been one of those beautiful, bleary sort of summer days. 

They’d gotten up early, because Nymphia had her heart set on the beach, and Jane had promised. Truth be told, the beach wasn’t her thing; She’d rather be luxuriously lazy in the air-conditioned cool of her living room, or a movie theater, or taking aimless laps around the mall to people-watch and shit-talk. Nonetheless, Nymphia isn’t the kind of girl you say no to. Not even close. She’s the kind to make you appreciate the sun for making her jet hair shine a secret shade of brown, for making her eyes go the color of toasted caramel, for the way it kisses her skin and turns her to pure gold. The kind of girl who turns every aimless activity into an adventure, who takes the last thing you’d ever want to do and transforms it into the very thing you’ve been needing for the entirety of your life. How could you say no to a girl like that?

And so they’d packed up the car and driven the forty minutes there - Jane behind the wheel, and Nymphia leaning over to turn the volume up and kiss her cheek, teasing Jane lovingly for being so dishonestly grumpy and so secretly happy. Jane couldn’t even hide it, because she couldn’t imagine a better soundtrack to her summer than Nymphia’s spotify playlists, Nymphia’s singing along, Nymphia’s shrieking laugh and silly, sweet nothings. 

Side by side on beach towels in the sand, they lay on their bellies beneath the sun.  Jane gazed over at Nymphia - her long hair in a high ponytail, her old Hollywood sunglasses perched on her button nose, her delicate fingers working sunscreen into her skin. “What?” she’d asked as she brushed her fingers across Jane’s cheeks, having insisted that Jane needed more. Jane leaned in to kiss her, dotting her face with white. 

The day seemed never-ending. The sun was still high in the summer solstice sky when they’d trudged their way back to the car, Jane’s blonde hair already a shade lighter and her cheeks somehow still reddened. They were tired in the way that only the sun can make you - dazed and happily, desperately sleepy. The forty minutes back to town was decidedly quieter, as Nymphia had dozed off mere minutes after they’d gotten on the interstate. Jane looked over to where Nymphia slept with a gentle hum, smiled to herself, and leaned over to turn the radio down.

The white hot fever of the day had finally broken into dusk by the time they made it home. The sky was indigo blue when Jane pulled into the drive, and Nymphia still hadn’t stirred. She was quiet all while Jane turned the car off and got out, whining softly when Jane opened the passenger’s side door and tried to coax her from her sleep.

“Hi, my love,” Jane cooed, brushing the hair from her face with the sort of tenderness you reserve for someone not quite ready to be woken - soft, soothing, a little apologetic. “We’re home.”

Nymphia’s eyes opened with a wince. She groaned, well and truly worn-out, and let her eyes fall shut again. 

“C’mon sleeping beauty,” Jane tried again. “Let’s get you inside.”

It was no use. Nymphia shook her head, her lips pouty with sleep and eyes remaining closed as she mumbled a mere, “Can’t.”

“So, what?” Jane crossed her arms, going serious in the face of Nymphia’s silly. “You’re just gonna sleep in the driveway?”

Nymphia nodded, her face flush against the upholstery, eyes unopening. “Mm-hmm.”

“Okay. Have it your way.” Jane started to turn, reaching for the backseat when Nymphia stretched her arms out.

“No,” Jane groaned at the wordless demand. “Nymphia. C’mon.”

Nymphia’s bottom lip curled out, her eyes blinking open just long enough to work their magic. “Please.”

Jane tried, but her no’s were met with more pouts that shouldn’t be nearly as persuasive as they are. It's no use feigning indifference, because Jane’s heart isn’t in it. It’s no use, because they both know she’d do anything. It’s no use, because Nymphia’s not the kind of girl you say no to. Not even close. 

“Alright,” Jane sighs like she’d want it any other way. “Up.”

Nymphia brightens immediately, emitting a soft and bright squeal when Jane leans in and scoops her from the passenger's seat with relative ease. Her arms fly around Jane’s shoulders as she’s held to her chest, wholly and completely cared for. Nymphia tucks her face into Jane’s neck as she carries her up the driveway, smiling against her skin with blissful, sleepy satisfaction. 

“You’re so spoiled, you know that?” Jane says, and Nymphia can hear the shake to her head, can hear the smile she’s holding back. 

Nymphia wraps her arms a bit tighter around Jane’s neck, buries her face a bit deeper, imagines the closeness of their hearts as she hovers in Jane’s hold for a few more moments. “I know.”

[bigtreefest]

i love ur writing! Can u cast ur friends as readers in any of ur series? And what series from another writer do u want to be in?

Hi! Thank you so much!!🥰 I love all this love I’ve been getting lately! I don’t know if I have enough series to cast all my friends on here, but I’m gonna try!! I love you for this challenging question, and to all my friends, I love you, pls don’t hate me for my decisions or if I accidentally leave someone out!🥺💗😅

- first and foremost, I think @krirebr would be Decks from The Rainmaker. Two tough ladies!

- @thezombieprostitute as the reader from Comfort Cuddles. I can just see her loving the comfort Curtis provides and wanting to return the favor, paying attention to exactly what he needs. They’d be so in sync

- controversial, but @biteofcherry is the reader in Saint or Sinner? And I can imagine it would’ve been double the feral if that were Steve.

-brandy. What’s the most feral thing I can think of?? @brandycranby would for sure be with Curtis in Drip…And Lick. Have her tongue all up in that business, I know it.

- @buckymorelikefuckme would probs be reader in Wait Until We Get Home. Two feral overstimulating babes who can’t get enough of each other😳

- @ronearoundblindly I think is Duchess from Bigger Houses. To me, she’s got it all together and deserves a love like a sweet, soft Ari who just wants the best and is constantly bettering himself to be deserving. In awe of the woman he pulled

- @sweater-daddiesdumbdork as Cherry in Handiwork. Homegirl is out doing her own thing and exploring, living life to the fullest, I hope. Curtis is there in support.

- @stargazingfangirl18 ohhhhh, Siri. Hmmmm, you like soft ran? Yeah, I thot so. Probs Ran’s sweetheart in Meet the Parents (and its smutty sequel👀)

- @jamneuromain would def be with phd candidate! Curtis. Need I say more? Two smart cookies in a supportive love

- I think @darsynia is Honeybee in YCMBWH. Incredibly witty and welcoming, ready to share

- @steviebbboi is probably Angel in the yet unreleased Guardian Angel. Very well-rounded and observant and encouraging

- @yenzys-lucky-charm is probs from Marshmallow Dream because he needs someone to appreciate him for all he is and keep him in line a little. It’s the unbridled Jake love that’s contagious

——-

Now, what series would I wanna be in? Um, try everything the aforementioned lovelies have written and more? I can’t choose! It’s not fair!! *starts buzzing and beeping* *explodes* *dies*

[weebsinstash]

Okay this is probably gonna sound really weird but this specific scenario is stuck in the brain—

Thinking of that version of things where you helped YouTwo make friends, imagine if, in some subjective way, they’re better than you. Not in a “better spider person” way, but more like a slightly more appealing face kinda way? Like you barely look different but if you put your faces into one of those evaluator things they’d get a higher score. Maybe they just have good makeup out smth idk. It doesn’t necessarily have to be this but just some random way that YouTwo is thought of as “better”

But eventually, the spider people start actively treating the copy as the original, because they have it in their heads that the original one they love is the best, so the “better” of the two must be the original. Instead of confusing psychological warfare through mix-ups, reader is actively pushed down and away by the spider people, and at this point they simply move away to a normal part of Nueva York (or their home universe, depending on how we’re doing this) since the rest of the society is clearly happy to focus all their love on the other one.

The good bit comes whenever YouTwo slips up, whether by returning to their home universe if reader’s is supposed to be destroyed, making a bad comment, or just any other kind of mistake that makes the entire lobby pause and look like 👀

Because it’s not just the reveal that they’ve been believing this imposter for potentially months now, but also the fact that they now realise they pushed you away and made you feel like shit the entire time

After whatever punishment they see fit for the imposter is carried out, Miguel is rushing to find where you’re staying now so he can try to apologise or explain or try to make it right or something—

But when he’s standing at your door and running through all the events in his head, seeing how pissed you look at him, he’s wondering how he could ever convince you to love him again (he can’t help but default to kidnapping you and controlling you until you understand a fraction of how sorry he is)

Idk that’s just where brain took me— for me, at least, the best bit is the spoiling and smothering that would take place after, wanted or not!

I wrote this at midnight on my phone soo pls forgive if it’s incomprehensible lol

I'm always incomprehensible with weed or lust so you're good here lmao

Honestly I've been trying to sit and brainstorm 1. How does the Society start mistaking YouTwo for you and 2. How does this actually even work

You know how you can say "hey alexa" and she'll activate and then take further commands, but she's technically always listening to be able to receive the "hey Alexa" command? That's fucking Lyla, dude. I don't know if she's connected to every watch or just some of them but like, dude Lyla is an extremely powerful AI? How would you ever escape? It's not exactly clear how wide-ranging her abilities are, but as a program, she's not limited like you and I are. She can technically be listening and in some way processing and recording every single conversation that someone with a watch is having, or... maybe I'm thinking too much into it but sometimes I'm in the middle of brainstorming a you vs youtwo idea and my brain just goes "well wouldn't Lyla technically be there to set the record straight, wouldn't Lyla technically ALWAYS know who you are?"

And I think the answer to this problem... is to just say fuck it lmao! It's a fanfic and Lyla isn't always technically watching everything everywhere all at once even in canon right? She didn't immediately pipe up when Gwen reconnected with Miles in the beginning of ATSV, even though it technically would have been part of her prerogative to stop anything that would interfere with anomalies or the Spider Society. Technically speaking if I stayed completely 100% canon accurate this is how it would go:

YouTwo: --and they've just been pretending to be me this whole time! Please believe me Miguel, you KNOW it's me 🥺 uwu

Lyla within 5 seconds: heeeeey this is awkward but the electronic signature on your watch says you're the other one though lol? And the go home machine scans your dna and dimensional signature and the original doesnt even have a home dimension anymore? Plus here's some recorded audio from Reader's watch where you were threatening them and telling them no one will believe them if you replaced them, sooo.... awkward!

Like how fucking funny would it be if YouTwo is in HQ and is talking to Miguel and others and really playing their part and Spider Byte suddenly sees you log on this dimension's equivalent of Xbox lmao. Margo just looking back and forth and realizing holy shit. Or Reader deliberately ordering delivery food while YouTwo is out stealing their life or teaching their class and then when the delivery Spider shows up at your apartment that definitely only you have access to, that also helps kinda set things straight

I've even thought of like, you become depressed and start letting YouTwo do whatever they want and one day someone is banging on your front door and it's them "Hey you can't just COMPLETELY disappear, I don't want to work your fucking job everyday anymore, you have all these responsibilities and some of these people ALWAYS want to spend time with you" and you just smirk "oh no, guess that's your problem, 'real me'"

It's like. I'm trying to make it believable but if I ever do write the full fic (which I'm trying to but at this point I'm pulled between many different ideas) I want it to be believable? Like, for example, a lot of my dumb werewolf audiobooks have the protag being bullied and abused, and listening to those makes me MAD. I want readers to read this story and how you/Reader is being replaced and tricked and I want people to FEEL emotions about it, not just roll their eyes "this would never happen/this is so OOC"

But no definitely the yandere rose colored glasses start completely fucking you over, and I think another catalyst is, you seeing how "genuine" all your society friends act when they think it's not the real you you're talking to. Like here's an example i thought of. What if youtwo had the exact same hero name and real name as you and you're out and about one day and Miguel approaches you and he just CALLS YOU A NUMBER. Like say your home universe is 1217 and YouTwo's is 1712 and Miguel just walks up to you, "what are you doing here, 1712? You're supposed to be helping with construction in sector 6" and meanwhile you're just like holy shit do some people legitimately not even call YouTwo by an actual name, are these people more evil than I originally thought, holy shit no wonder YT wanted to steal my life" (and it's partially because depending on the person they either think of YouTwo as a Dollar Tree version of you and are nice to them as well but prefer you, OR they hate YouTwo outright for "daring to defile your image" and have the same voice and face as you, they think youtwo brings shane to you or whatever)

So not only are you starting to become upset about feeling replaced and feeling like you were never important to them to begin with, but then you're realizing that, either overall or with certain actions, that a lot of people are more outright mean and heartless than you originally thought?

And you're standing there "oh YouTwo has smaller pores and clearer skin than me, YouTwo actually knows how to dance at the clubs and parties,

BUT NO the shit where they suddenly start pointing out or criticizing things about you they've never commented on, just all of a sudden they have a LIST of things they dint like about you, when you're rhe same you've always been, SHIT HURTS, THAT'S THE DRAMA AND PAIN I'M LOOKING FOR

Miguel over here finally confronting YouTwo "and your little groveling for everyone's attention is so pathetic! Those empanadas you left on my desk weren't even good! They had all the wrong ingredients and they weren't crispy enough, i had to keep throwing them away--

You: a-actually, um, I was the one leaving you food so that you would eat. The first time came out really bad but i got better after the first time. You didn't like them, or did you not even eat them after the first time? 🥺

Miguel: --and they were fantastic, made me think of my Abuela, really took me back to my childhood, spectacular, outstanding, 5 stars

People start just "sounding off at YouTwo"

Pavitr: you wanted to try and make chai and it was so bitter my auntie poured it down the drain!

Porker: and when I introduced ya to him, you made Roger real uncomfortable with the "jokes" you made about him and his wife, which weren't that funny by the way!

Hobie: your style is conformist, it's like you have no real sense of self identity. Why did I see you at one of my concerts in a shitty leathet jacket and some brand new converse? You don't even know punk lace code, and you didn't even say hi, you just lurked like a creep

You: God DAMN that was ALL me, do you guys like ANYTHING about me????

And like, depending on what I choose or your personal preference I guess, the Spider Society has it rough too! Wait, so YouTwo WAS impersonating you, but it started when you LET THEM, and then there were times you could have came forward but didn't and basically "allowed" yourself to be treated like shit and have everything progress, so there's this, huge lingering doubt in tons of people of "wait so when was I actually spending time with Reader and when was I with the fake? Oh shit you're telling me those times the fake was rude as fuck to me, that WAS Reader, but they were rude because they were mad I didn't know who they were? But they didn't correct me and let me keep being mean to them????". Miguel is over here tearing his fucking hair out because UGH YOU'RE SO FRUSTRATING 😤 why did you let it get so bad, don't you know you could've came to him for help at any time?! (Except he totally lost your trust when YouTwo framed you for that elevator collapse from that one previous idea and he totally 100% thought you did it) but he still loves you and knows You're Going Through It, but, he definitely is. Relieved you're still ok but mad at you? Or disappointed? He's updating Lyla to keep a better eye on you, he's swapping out your watch for one that tracks and stores more information and is more personally customized, he may even decide, maybe he's got a little bit of an anxiety problem after everything that happened and he's paranoid "someone will try and take you away again"

It definitely is not your choice whether you return to the Spider Society or not, and I wouldn't put it past them to have you be "guarded" 24/7 from then on. Why is your Spidey Sense tingling when you're just out in the lobby getting some air? Because even if you can't see your loyal protectors, they sure can see you, from every visible surface, and next time you think you're alone in your apartment, well, some of your buddies CAN turn invisible. Maybe you were never really alone as you thought?

[cameronsprincess]

oh you got me thinking about rafe and jj now so here’s a blurb: rafe and jj being so competitive with wanting to fuck reader better at first and all it accomplishes is her getting fucked out faster and tapping out before they can really go crazy. but when she unknowingly lets slip that she likes pitting them against each other for that very reason that’s when they really start working together to make her regret being a selfish brat. so next thing she knows she’s going down on jj perfectly (because she’s still such a sweet good girl for them after all) while rafe is eating her out and/or fingering her from behind. and when rafe goes “how she doing maybank?” she looks up at jj fully expecting her praise but he just shares a look with rafe and smirks before answering “i dunno… we might be spoiling her too much ‘cause she’s kinda getting lazy” making her eyes widen in shock when rafe tsks and completely pulls away from her. “can’t have that, baby. gotta do your part if you think we’re touch this pretty pussy” is all rafe has to say before she all but swallows jj’s cock down her throat in desperation for them to fuck her like she’s used to, choking in the process after not actually taking so much of him before and not stopping to realize their laughter in response is because they fully intend on making her work for it that night

NONNIE PLS😭😭😭😭 this is hot?! like omfg!!!!!! they would definitely make her eat her words!!!! like oh lord… can you imagine them being on each others side for once?! they’d be making reader work her assssss off to get what she wants and that’s them fucking her completely stuuuupid!!!! good lord you have my mind spiraling and in a dirty dirty place right now!😵‍💫

[ugh-yoongi]

Hi, requesting for the the Valentine’s Day drabbles pls: things you said when you were drunk + Seokjin

hi, thank you for this one! it was fun.

pairing: seokjin x f. reader

genre: established relationship au, fluff

warnings: seokjin is drunk, some swearing. that's it! this is just fluff, mainly.

wordcount: 694

taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

You should’ve known when Jimin was the one to call.

Jimin never calls. Drunkenness is simply another state of matter to him, despite the fact that he has none of the grace or finesse of Seokjin and spends most of his time inebriated half-slumped in someone’s lap.

So you’re a little surprised when the clock rolls over to one a.m. and it’s Jimin’s name that flashes across your screen. Usually no one calls, because Seokjin has half a beer and is home and tucked into bed to read Webtoons by eleven, but it’s almost always Yoongi when someone does, typically gruff and abrasive and eager to get you off the phone on a good day, but gleeful and amused when he’s able to take the piss out of his hyung.

“Hello?”

“Hiii,” comes Jimin’s lilted voice. “What are you doing?”

You snort. “Well, it’s one o’clock in the morning, so I’m in bed watching a paid program for wrinkles and crepey skin.”

“That’s gross,” he replies. “You should stop doing that and come pick up Seokjin-hyung, he’s really drunk.”

And that’s how you find yourself outside the bar twenty minutes later, looking extremely out of place at this upscale Gangnam spot in a pair of joggers and sneakers and a puffy coat. Jeongguk and Namjoon meet you outside, Seokjin’s long arms thrown around each of their shoulders, and he half-smiles when he sees you. Cocks his head a little, like you’re familiar but he can’t place who you are.

“Thank fuck you’re here,” Jeongguk says, and Seokjin still scolds him for swearing even though he’s drunk.

Namjoon, always the diplomat, helps Seokjin into your car. Swings his legs inside and buckles his seatbelt. All but kisses his forehead goodnight, and it’s really sweet, you think; they’re all so careful with each other, always looking out. But then Namjoon slaps Jeongguk on the back and says, “Our turn,” and the moment’s kind of ruined.

“Wait!” Seokjin yells, the singular word slurred so badly it’s almost not a word anymore. “Who is this person? I don’t know her! Why are you sending me away with her?”

Jeongguk groans and immediately disappears back into the bar, leaving Namjoon to stare at you with wide, panicked eyes. “What do you mean, hyung?”

“I can—I can’t go with this person, I have a fiancée at home, that’s why we came here! To celebrate!”

Namjoon stands stock-still for a second. Looks at Seokjin. Looks at you. Then he says, “Yeah, good luck,” and follows Jeongguk inside, Seokjin pitching a fit the entire time despite the fact he makes no attempt to escape. Just wiggles in his seat a little, flushed from his shoulders to his hairline.

You’re two minutes into your journey home when Seokjin speaks.

“For the record,” he begins, “I do not want to be in this car with you.”

You roll your lips to keep from laughing. “No?”

“No,” he confirms. “I’m spoken for.”

“Congratulations,” you tell him, fondness seeping in between the syllables. “She must be a saint to put up with you.”

If Seokjin were sober, he’d shoot you A Look. Probably go yah, what does that mean! in that squawking loud voice and you would laugh as his ears turned red. But Seokjin is drunk, teetering on the edge of shitfaced, so he just lolls his head to the side, corners of his mouth tugging up in a shy smile not meant for you to see. “She is. I’m very lucky.”

Well, how the tables have turned. You feel your cheeks warm. “That’s gross,” you whisper to yourself, echoing Jimin’s words from earlier. Then, louder and to Seokjin, you reply, “I’m sure she feels the same.”

“She better,” he says. You can tell he’s exhausted, drifting in and out of sleep. “Imagine being as handsome as me and she didn’t. They’d write tragedies about it.”

You laugh. “Who is ‘they’?”

“You know,” Seokjin says, waving his hand around. “The tragedy people.”

“Ah, yeah, those guys,” you agree, but as you pull into the parking garage of your apartment building, you think he might be right.

Not loving Seokjin would be a tragedy.

[soleilnomoon]

could i also order a mocha latte with a chocolate (carmel) mousse with some poppy seeds! he/him ftm with eren pls💖

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა ty for your patience, this was a lil labor of love. also i love a good fake dating trope!! and eren, i love him sfm (obvy but yk) 💗💗it's probably more angst than necessary but that's just how i live my life.

2.8k words, ftm reader (he/him pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; hurt/comfort, angst~, smut obvy, some fluff if you squint real hard; modern au feat. fake dating/marriage of convenience, arranged marriage, eren living in denial bc that's what he does best, fingering, a lil bit of tlc on eren's part (shocker), mutual (unrequited) pining. reader is better than me bc i'd never have that much restraint but that's just bc i'm weak (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝); both of them need to get it together *washes hands* (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes, no u didn't (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝))

“i pray you do not fall in love with me, for i am falser than vows made in wine.” — william shakespeare

HORS D’OEUVRE

you remind yourself, for the twentieth time this week, that it’s simply business.

as your parents’ only child, it only made sense that they’d try to marry you off to the highest bidder — the business world is all about making meaningful connections, and you know that better than most. marriage was never something that you envisioned for yourself, but your parents rarely ever demanded anything from you, so the least you could do was adhere to their wishes.

and if you knew your husband-to-be would be this standoffish and hard to read, you might not have agreed — it’s a lie that you like to tell yourself, because it makes it easier to deal with his constant rejection. still, you did sign a contract — one he drafted outside of his parents’ prying eyes, one that he had you sign secretly; that you both agreed to one full year of marriage for appearances, that you refrain from interfering with one another’s private lives, and that you’d never fall in love.

you didn’t think much of it at the time, because there was no way in hell that you would fall in love with a man like eren jaeger. not when he looked at you like you were a nuisance that he was forced to deal with; not when he was so stiff and curt with you whenever you tried to drum up conversation; not when he barely sat for meals with you; and not when he refused to share a bedroom with you after you moved in together.

still, you hold your head up high, determined to see things through; the sooner this sham of a marriage was over, the better.

and eren was of the same mindset.

he argued with his parents until he was so fed up that he had to leave for a few days to calm down; an arranged marriage was always in his future, he just didn’t think it’d happen so soon. maybe it’s because his parents were tired of seeing him galivant with a different partner each week — maybe because the image of their company desperately needed a more family-oriented look (to draw in the masses, of course).

or maybe they wanted to punish him for being impulsive and hard-headed, for not wanting to take the path that was neatly laid out for him, and for simply rejecting the last twenty marriage candidates they presented to him over the past few years.

so, imagine their surprise when eren agreed to marry you — someone who kept to themselves, who didn’t cause trouble for their family, who seemingly looked obedient to the point that it made him sick. he figured the best way for him to live his life would be to use you as a cover up; you didn’t look like the type to complain, nor did you look particularly interested in getting married either.

it was the perfect solution to his problem, and it didn’t hurt that he found you attractive, too. not that he was going to tell you that just yet.

APPETIZER

despite how terrible his personality is, you can’t deny that your husband is handsome. you catch yourself staring at his profile while you wash dishes in the kitchen, eyes lingering on the shape of his jaw as you scrub the same plate over and over. he’s on the phone again, arguing with one of his friends — jean, maybe? — so you’re safe to admire him from afar, like you’ve always done. you try not to do it too openly because he tends to act smug when his ego is stroked, and you don’t have the capacity to deal with that just yet.

but also, more importantly, because you don’t ever want him to know that you’d give anything for him to come over and—

“i don’t care,” eren says loudly, his voice echoing from the adjacent hallway as he paces around. the noise startles you, so you turn to focus on the dishes before sneaking a glance at him again.

eren turns when he feels your eyes on him, and you don’t have a chance to look away fast enough. his eyes are a startling shade of green that matches his intense and audacious personality; you grip the wine glass in your hand a little too hard as he watches you. curiosity at your behavior makes him narrow his eyes and you assume he’s annoyed with you again. except, that’s not true at all.

he’s mostly annoyed with himself.

the marriage, in theory works just fine — he just did not consider the possibility of him developing feelings for you, not after being together for six months already. he finds every excuse to not touch you; barely looking your way in the mornings and evenings — the only time he even shows a modicum of interest is whenever you’re both whisked away to events that require both of you to be in attendance.

it’s out of duty that you comply, but you find it harder and harder as time goes on.

the first time eren kissed you was after you exchanged wedding vows — his lips were much softer than you thought they’d be, and while he’d only intended to give you a quick peck, he’d become entirely too immersed. you’d always found yourself disappointed with past partners because of the way they’d kissed, but eren truly made you feel like you would float for eternity. his hand was warm against the back of your neck, and you thought your heart would shoot out of your chest when his tongue brushed against your lips.

even though your lips parted immediately, eren remembered himself and refused to let himself get carried away. you were a little disappointed when he pulled away, but when you looked up at him you noticed the faint flush on his cheeks. you smiled to yourself, committing the sight to memory — which would become your anchor afterward — and genuinely enjoyed his presence throughout the rest of the evening.

where he was usually gruff and blasé, he’d suddenly become the perfect, loving groom. it unnerved and confused you; he was very adamant about keeping this as superficial as possible.

you wondered if it was part of the act? but if that was the case, why wouldn’t he mention before so you wouldn’t get so caught off guard. it made you skittish whenever his hand brushed against yours, whenever he offered you secret smiles and prolonged looks, and whenever he leaned down to whisper words of encouragement when it seemed like your anxiety over the whole affair was eating you alive.

it helped ground you but did nothing to stop your heart from beating rapidly when the realization set that you were married to him.

but by the time you got into the car to head back home, he sat as far away from you as possible, his posture stiff, expression unreadable. he’d gone from sociable and charming, to his usual petty self.

incredible.

“it’s just business,” he said out loud; you wanted to ask if those words were meant for you, or if they were meant for him. the question never leaves your mouth; you swallow back the rejection as best as you can, steel your features, stare out the window and remind yourself that falling in love with eren jaeger would be your downfall.

ENTRÉE / MAIN COURSE

after that, he makes it a point to only touch you out of necessity; he figures it’s the most logical and diplomatic solution to his problem. jean continues jabbering in his ear about nonsense, and he leans against the kitchen island, eyes tracing down the length of your neck and the slender shape of your shoulders. he really should take his conversation elsewhere, but he’s a masochist without meaning to be.

“uh huh,” he says noncommittally, a heat passing through him the moment you glance his way again — again, you’re doing that thing where you act as if you’ve been caught red-handed, like some doe-eyed deer in the middle of the night. and maybe you are, or maybe it’s all an act.

little does he know, you’re much too aware of his presence now, and your hand slips when you grab a plate and it shatters in the sink.

“damn it,” you say loudly and start to pick up the large pieces without thinking; you cut your hand and try to clean out the wound as best as you can. eren hangs up the phone in the middle of the conversation to make his way over to you; the scent of his cologne suffocates you in the best way, and when you turn and offer a small smile so you can rebuff his offer to help, you hesitate.

“let me see,” he demands, “don’t even think about arguing.” he casts you a sharp glass, one that tells you to behave, and for some reason, you find yourself wondering what would happen if you didn’t follow that command. but eren’s already grabbing onto your wrist and inspecting your palm carefully, long fingers gliding along your skin softly, making you a little dizzy. goosebumps prick your skin down your arms when he drags you to the bathroom so he can properly dress the wound.

you don’t know what to make of any of this; the questions pummel through your throat, bouncing around your mouth, desperate to escape. you never let them, though, and swallow them back with as much patience as you can muster.

“hop on the counter.” he lets go of your hand and rummages through the cabinet; surely, he’s joking, and you stand there stupidly, blinking at him, not moving an inch.

he grabs the first aid kit and narrows his eyes at you, the look he gives you is disarming and he steps close enough to place his hands on either side of you, gripping the counter tightly. “that wasn’t a request, you know.” your skin burns fiercely, and suddenly it’s hard to swallow; you do your best to hop on top of the counter in the minimal amount of space he allows you.

unfortunately for you, he does not let up. eren takes his time cleaning the wound properly before applying some ointment and wrapping it. he holds your hand much more delicately than you’re used to. you watch him, wide-eyed, breathing unevenly as you contemplate how to proceed with this man. for all the bullshit he puts you through, you know he’s lying to himself about his feelings towards you.

especially when he keeps looking at you tenderly, but also with slight annoyance — like he can’t figure out what to do with you yet. on impulse, he leans forward, lips brushing against yours and he knows that if he kisses you, there’s no turning back. you don’t make it any easier for him when you allow him to stand in between your legs, his hands gripping your hips and causing our mind to go blank.

you let out a soft noise, one that nearly incapacitates him; his cock strains at the front of his pants, making everything that much more difficult to deal with.

he knows he should leave, but he can’t — not yet, anyway. it’s eren who grabs the back of your neck and holds you steady as he kisses you, mouth moving against yours agonizingly slow, tongue gliding into your mouth with familiarity. the kiss leaves you both breathless, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you again, nor does it stop you from helping him unzip and tug his pants and underwear down. his cock is smooth and heavy when you stroke it with your uninjured hand; the kisses transform into something feverish and frenetic, your skin warming significantly when you feel his hips jerk forward the faster your hand moves.

pre-cum slides down his tip, a welcomed sight in your book. you smile against his lips when his patience wears thin — he tugs on your clothes to strip you bare, and you do the same for him. you wrap our legs around him, hold him close to kiss him one more time — mind a muddled mess the moment his fingers enter you, scissoring around, pumping in and out lazily. you moan against his lips, hips rolling forward as your nails drag along his skin.

after plucking his fingers out of you, he rubs the head of his cock against your needy entrance, a shiver crawling through you at the sensation. you whine and fuss, telling him to hurry up.

he tsks quietly and shoots you a mischievous look, one that makes you nervous in a good way. there’s nothing soft or gentle about the way eren fucks you; but every time he does, it becomes much more intimate in its own way. you both knock things off of the counter, his cock sliding in and out of you, lips dragging along your throat, littering your skin with kisses and bite marks.

you clench around him desperately and he angles his hips to power into you faster and deeper. you moan his name so loud it only makes him want to fuck you harder; so he does. he’s not sure if it’s his heart or yours — or maybe both? — that beats loud enough to make him wonder if any of this is real. you’d say yes, if he ever had the courage to ask — but, as usual, his cowardice somehow wins out.

still, you can’t really complain; not when he keeps whispering in your ear, giving you the sort of praise that makes your toes curl. when you wrap your legs around him, hold him closer to you, he gives you short, brutal strokes, hips knocking into yours roughly.

it’s then that you really scream for him, and his lips find yours again as a lightheaded feeling takes over your entire body. you both cum simultaneously, a feat that surprises him; he rolls his hips lazily, cock sliding in and out of you for a little while longer until you both can’t take it. he doesn’t pull out right away and allows you to rest your forehead against his chest; a faint sheen of sweat coats your skin, but he holds onto you anyway.

when you place a soft, chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, he realizes he’s in too deep. he pulls away suddenly and is already putting up his walls again.

with great difficulty, you climb down and reach for him, but he evades your touch and grabs his clothes so he can put them back on.

DESSERT

panic settles in your chest, the sinking realization that he’s going to run away from you again makes you clean up quickly so you can follow after him. he knows you won’t let this go, so he decides to cut to the chase. eren faces you and with a stern, severe expression, he says, “i can’t do this right now.” and he really can’t — or, rather, doesn’t want to.

to him, that’s the end of the discussion, but you’re so damn persistent — something that both was admirable and obnoxious to him — and stop him again.

“no,” you say firmly, which surprises him, “yes the fuck you can. we’re doing this right damn now.” you leave very little room for argument, so he relents; maybe if he lets you talk at him for a bit, you’ll drop this.

“what is it?”

your bravado slips but you still hold strong. “eren, we can’t keep…,” you trail off, lips pursed as you try to find the best way to say this, “i mean you can’t keep stringing me along like that.” you had feelings and a fragile heart, one that you willingly give to him over and over. his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he mulls over your words. “what are you so afraid of?”

he almost blurts out the truth, but instead balls his hands into fists at his side and attempts nonchalance again.

you won’t let up, though and poke at his chest with your finger. “i never pegged you for a coward,” you say harshly, which gives him pause. “i’m not going to have a half-assed relationship with you, i deserve more than that.”

he doesn’t speak for a long moment, the silence choking you, making you want to hide under your covers for the rest of the day; but then the strangest thing happens. resigned and wholly captivated by you, eren sighs and pulls you close to him. it’s an embrace that makes you question his motives, but his lips ghost along the curve of your ear and you can feel your heart pummeling against your rib cage. you will it to keep quiet, but it never slows. despite trying your best to remain calm and patient, you wish eren would hurry up and give you his answer, and before you can pester him about it again, his arms wrap around you and he whispers, “okay.”

[steeb-stn]

pls have 800 words of the inside of my head, featuring hurt/comfort, cee and her daddy issues, ezra and his daughter issues, and ezra and his issues with his daughter’s dead father

enjoy!

He should have known she was coming down with something - the jungle planet they’d been working on was a cesspool of every plague and malady known to fleshly bodies. Now they’re up here on this Keva-forsaken station, with barely half a first-aid kit that he could cobble together. Cee’s already burned through the half-dozen fever reducers he managed to kick up, and now all he can do is try to keep her cool with wet cloths, and try to get her to drink. Their tiny pod doesn’t even have a tub he can put her in. 

She’s been speaking to him as if he were her father for the past hour. He’d tried halfheartedly to convince her otherwise, but had since given up, a little afraid that her preoccupation with Damon, in combination with reminders of his own person, might lead her fever-addled mind back to the last ill-fated encounter between the two men. That was the last thing either Ezra or Cee needed at the moment. 

“I’m sorry, dad.” She said plaintively, pulling the wet cloth from her neck for the hundredth time. “I didn’t mean to. I’m really sorry.” 

“You’re alright, birdy,” Ezra replied, replacing the cloth for the hundred-and-first time. “Just rest. There’s nothing you need to do right now. Just let this fever burn out.” 

She pulled it off again immediately, throwing it across the room fitfully where it hit the opposite wall with a splat. She was getting more distressed as the fever wore her out. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise. It was an accident. I’m sorry.” To his horror, little sobs followed this last apology. “I’m really sorry, dad. Don’t be mad.” 

“It’s alright, birdy. No one’s mad at you. Everything’s okay.” He smooths her sweaty hair back from her temple, feeling physical pain in his chest at the tears on her flushed cheeks. Never had he felt so helpless as he did now. And of course the only person in the galaxy who could have possibly made it better was the same one he’d dispatched in the Green so long ago. 

Even now, Damon still haunts him. 

But Damon’s not here, only Ezra is. Cee has no one now but him. He scrambles for words that might set her at ease. 

What did you call her in your more tender moments, Damon?

His limited acquaintance with the man, on top of what little he has garnered from awkward conversations with Cee, doesn’t lead him to imagine much. Nor does the way the man’s daughter feels compelled to entreat her father for forgiveness in the midst of her delirium.

If it was him, though. If it was him, father to a young girl. A younger, softer Cee, younger even then that little girl in the Green who forever changed his life. That he can imagine just fine.

“I’m not mad, honey. No harm done.” 

“I promise I was being careful!” Tears and snot stream down her face. He wipes her nose gently with the cloth.

What did you say to your girl when she cried, Damon? 

This Ezra doesn’t have trouble imagining, unfortunately. The impatience, the harsh rebuke. In his own imitation he tries to soften the words.

“Don’t cry, now, Cee. It’s alright.” At the command she stops sobbing immediately, as Ezra had suspected she might. As if she had practice at it.

Oh, Damon. Will you ever stop disappointing me?

Disappointing her? 

“I’m sorry.” She swipes a hand under her nose. “Please don’t be mad.”

“It’s all right, honey. It’s nothin’ the two of us can’t fix, now, is it? It’s alright, now. I know you were being careful.” He smoothes his thumb over her forehead. “Will you drink some water for me? There you go. Good girl.”

She lets him pull the water bottle away, dropping her head against the pillow. She looks a little better. Eyes a little less glazed. ‘Dad?’

He breathes deep, continuing the stroking of her hair. It seems to calm her. ‘Yeah, honey.’

“I really am trying. I’ll get better, I promise. You don’t have to take the book away. I promise I’ll do better next time.’

‘That’s alright, Cee. I know you will. You’re my smart girl. I’m a lucky man, ‘you know that?” He cups her fevered cheek. “I’m lucky to have a girl like you.” 

You were so much luckier than you deserved, Damon. 

So am I.

He knows, he hopes, that she will forget this moment of near unbearable vulnerability between them, that it will melt away like a bizarre dream, like the fever that’s sweating off her. But there’s also a part of him that wants her to remember. Remember, at least, this bit.

Remember what she should have learned from her father, what should have embedded itself in her bones where no one and nothing could touch it, not a fever, not a dead man, not even a scoundrel like Ezra himself. Don’t forget, Cee. Don’t you forget how proud I am. There’s nobody in the whole galaxy who’s got a girl like mine. 

Nobody. 

[clumsiestgiantess]

Day 24; take a WAC prompt and write a short with it!

I decided to do something with the other-world universe and follow what would happen with ‘a human in a giant world’ (aka an other-worldian falling into our world of ‘giants’)

Migraine, vertigo, ache, light — that’s how I remember it.  I.. think my head hit the ground?  I could’ve sworn I was bleeding.  My hands that were clasped to my head were still covered in blood when I got up, but my forehead was spotless.  Where-?  The asphalt below me started vibrating.  An earthquake at this time of-?  

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Holy fuck!  I clutched my ears, doubling over in pain.  The sound was so loud I couldn’t even hear it — if that makes any sense.  Looking up with tears in my eyes, I watched a vehicle the size of a subdivision speed off down the road.  B-But I was in a parking lot!  I fell!  How am I-?

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Ow!  Ow!  Who the hell made such big cars?!  I stumbled towards the edge of the road, barely able to concentrate enough to put one foot in front of the other.  

Reaching fresh dirt, I collapsed and breathed for a few brief blissful seconds until another gigantic vehicle drove by, billowing gale-force winds behind it.  Confusedly, I stood up to watch it go.  Where are these giant cars coming from?  I turned around.  Wh…  Shit.  Beyond the strip of earth I’d clambered to was a parking lot so massive I couldn’t see the end.  However, what was at the end towered into the sky above any conceivable thing I could’ve imagined.  A shopping complex of sorts spanned seemingly infinitely across my vision.

Oh, ok.  This is hell.  I did hit my head and now I’m actually in hell.  I stood there and laughed for so long I forgot about the road behind me until a car barreled down it, the force of its speed nearly knocking my face into the ground a second time.  I have to.. to.. at least get away from here.  Beyond that, I had not even a fraction of an idea of what to do, but get away is an idea enough for me.

Continuing through the shoulder-length blades of grass, I stepped out onto a curb.  The sun was on its way down, gleaming off the parked vehicles blindingly.  At least here they weren’t driving so insanely fast.  What am I supposed to do?  Do I.. ask someone for help?  I watched the stream of people coming and going across the lot.  Most of them were leaving.  It was clearly towards the end of the day.  Creeping closer, I dashed to the next patch of grass — an oblong shape with a small tree in the middle.  I just needed to get a better view.

After about seven or eight attempts to call out to someone later, I realized distance wasn’t the problem.  Every time someone got remotely close to me, I’d panic and duck down into the grass until I was absolutely sure they’d passed.  The people — the giants — who live here are terrifying in a way I just can’t explain.  None of them saw me or knew I was there, none of them had seemed malicious in any way, and they looked like any regular person you’d see on the street.  Yet, every time I tried to wrap my head around the fact that the titans whisking by are actual people, I panicked.  There was just no way.

The parking lot emptied and I was still rooted to the exact same spot.  There were only a few cars still scattered at the back of the lot by the time I decided to maybe move a bit closer.  Oh god, what if one of them sees me?  I- I want someone to tell me what’s going on, but...  Are they really giants?  I mean, that’s a stupid question, they’re literally giant, obviously they’re giants.  They’re not.. going to eat me though, right?  That’s fairytale bullshit.   …Right?

As the sun began to drop away, I found just how bizarre the strange giant world really was.  As the lot around me darkened, I began to get brighter.  No kidding, I literally had a soft glow to my body.  At first I hadn’t realized it because it was too bright outside, then it was because of the massive floodlights that lit the place.  However, as I approached a dark patch where one of the lights had died, I realized that there was a faint glow around me — from me.  No way…  This place is crazy!  Ohshit!  Someone left one of the storefronts further down.  

With my panic, the glow only brightened.  No no no!  Turn off!  They’re gonna find me!  Thankfully they were too far away to notice it.  Either that, or they had noticed and just didn’t care enough to walk all the way over and investigate.  I let out a relieved sigh as their car started up and rolled away.  My glow dimmed and almost vanished.  That’s.. weird.  It’s like, tied to how scared I am?  I tried some deep breaths to calm myself down, seeing how low I could get the light.  It vanished.  Ok now glow.  On command, light flashed through me so brightly I could see my bones through my skin in hazy darker patches.

Wow, it’s automatic!  I toyed around with the ability — trying out different brightness — completely unaware that someone was heading across the parking lot nearby.  “What the heck is that?!”  My heart flew into my throat as I watched myself get increasingly brighter until it hurt my eyes.  Shit shit!  No!  Go back to darkness!  Please go back to darkness!

Turning around at the nearing sound of footsteps, I saw the shadow of some huge being and clawed my way upright, sprinting in the opposite direction.  At least my brightness made it easier to see where I was running to, but it also made it easy for the giant to see where I was running!  Somehow I managed to dash across to the next patch of grass and hide beneath a bush, only to turn and watch the titanic person walk straight towards me.  Turn off!  I’m begging you!  I’m gonna get caught!

Tears welled in my eyes as the giant knelt down in front of my bush.  I tried running again, but it wasn’t any use.  Long digits curled around me, dragging me backwards as I grabbed at branches and whatever else might hold me back, but they only slipped out of my grasp at the force I was being pulled back.  Suddenly, I was in the open.

“P- Please!  You don’t understand!  I don’t understand!  Why is everything so big?!  Help!  Someone help me!”  I thrashed in the giant’s grip, disoriented and scared.  “Heeelllllpppppp!”  My shriek nearly choked all the air from my lungs.  I slipped from the giant’s grasp as they flinched in shock at my screams.  Tumbling toward the hard ground, I preemptively said my goodbyes to the cruel world I'd been placed in.  I wasn’t sure whether to be thankful or terrified that they caught me before I hit the asphalt — the wind knocked out of my chest by their palm.

“Woah, Woah!  Ok, alright!  Don’t struggle so much or you’re going to end up dead!”  For a split second I thought they were insinuating that they would kill me if I kept struggling, but realized soon afterwards that they were probably just talking about how I’d nearly hit the ground.  “Do you think maybe you could turn that light off?”  I tried to tell them I couldn’t, but only a sob came out of my mouth.  Clinging to the awful giant’s fingers curled around my midsection, I started gasping and crying uncontrollably.  I just.. couldn’t take it anymore.  I’d been fearing that exact moment the entire time I was there.  Now that it had come, I wanted to get it over with.

“What the hell even are you?  I swear.. doesn’t the toy store over there sell little light up fairies?  Now I just feel stupid.  I chased a kid’s toy being blown by the wind-”  “Please, please just put me down!  I want to go h-home!”  Their grip on me shifted slightly.  “You.. are a toy.. aren’t you?”

The light around me grew so bright I had to close my eyes as spots started appearing in my vision.  The giant took a sharp breath, probably stunned as well.  “If I say yes, will you put me down?”  My stomach churned like I was being dropped again, but I slowed less than a second later, the giant’s hand sliding out from around and beneath me, letting me back down on solid ground again.  I clung to the asphalt.  Seeing the light dim from beyond my eyelids, I chanced a peek at the outside.

A giant stood over me.  I feel sick.  How is this happening?  They lowered their head down right beside me to see me better and I shrieked, nearly blinding myself and them.  A loud yelp of pain rattled my bones.  I felt like I’d just finished a marathon; my chest heaved — winded for some reason — and my legs could barely hold my own weight.  The hell is happening to me?!  Am I having a heart attack?!  

The light from outside was nearly blinding even with my eyes closed, and I pressed my hands against them, not recognizing they were also giving off light.  “AAH!  My eyes!  What’s happening to me?!  It won’t stop!”  My brain kept getting sluggish for split seconds, like I kept falling asleep and waking up.  The loud sound of the giant speaking rumbled worriedly through the air.  Finally, I fell asleep and I didn’t wake up.

[antoncore]

ok pls yeah i like it!! im just rambling here.. but maybe eunseok is married and sungchan is like engaged.. so he keeps saying it’s not rly the same thing..😞😞 help ik smth is wrong with me cuz 01z being horrible ppl is smth i keep writing about… but i mean here we go.

after nearly a year of quickies in their offices and them sneaking u out to their beach houses or wtv rich ppl second houses type of shit, sungchan’s wedding has a date and eunseok says he n his wife are going to start trying for a baby or smth.. so they’re trying to cut you off, they had their fun and now they think they kinda want to go back to focusing on their marriages. at least until they find another girl down the line to do the same thing with that they did with you.

but u don’t want that. if this was a fic, i’d imagine like reader showing up to crash sungchan’s wedding, making a scene😭😭 and other revenge/scorned lover shenanigans from like a dumb 2010s movie… can’t think of any rn but hopefully u know what i mean.

i think i still like ceo 01z who don’t have time for a real relationship so they play with u when they want, a bit better but idk.. i also think about like in my dumb fantasies reader living with 01z and taking care of their penthouse or whatever and living their own life like they have a job n stuff and then 01z are like their live in.. roommate.. fwbs type of situation. but also reader working at their company too? idk. idk im definitely thinking too much about the circumstances and not enough about taking both their cocks at the same time :(

- 🧸 anon

i love all of this hehe🤭 but taking them both is such a weakness… they’d fuck you so rough when they’re frustrated :( oh to have 01z take their frustration out on me… want it so bad JSNSNSNSN

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi! I've been thinking about this lately and I want to know your opinion. Let's say that Satoru is in love with this person but no one knows about his feelings, not even suguru. Suguru on his side is also in love with this person, and eventually they start dating. Satoru feels hurt but decides not to say anything because he doesn't want to ruin his friend's happiness but Suguru eventually finds out that Satoru is in love with his partner, What do you think Suguru's reaction would be in this situation?

👀👀👀👀👀👀 this is ……… a really interesting scenario actually.

ultimately i think everything boils down to the fact that satoru and suguru love each other too. the specific kind of love doesn’t matter much, (though i do think it’s a little insane to insist that there’s Nothing romantic there ..) because they love each other so wholly!!!!! they’re best friends!!!!!!! :((( and that’s such a powerful thing for them. i couldn’t imagine stsg having a falling out over something like this because no matter the universe they’re easily the most important people in each other’s lives.

so…….. tbh!! i think a lot of it depends on who this person is to them. if it’s just a tiny crush or whatever then i think stsg will get over it easily because their bond is so much stronger than that, but if you’re someone they love as deeply as each other then obviously it’s more complicated.

the contrast is interesting because both of them are kind of inherently self-destructive? in this specific case satoru is the one hiding his feelings, but if it was the other way around suguru absolutely would have done the same. that’s just how they are!! satoru would keep a respectful distance to make you and suguru happy, and suguru would choke down his own emotions for you and satoru’s sake. and both of them would feel betrayed once they found out about it!! NOT as in ”i can’t believe you like my s/o you piece of shit 😡😡” but more like…. ”i can’t believe you hid this from me. i can’t believe you let me make you unhappy without telling me about it.”

aaaaand in typical stsg fashion <333 i think they’d have to fight it out!! just a good ol shounen argument where they end up lying side by side exhausted after getting all their emotions out. and after that it’s a lot easier. at the end of the day they love each other, and they wouldn’t let that connection go for anything.

…. so. in conclusion!! i’m gonna be real with you anon i can’t picture this turning into anything except a stsg/reader situation 😭😭 the only exception would be if the person they like DOESN’T like satoru romantically bc obviously they’d never force you into anything!! but i do feel like this is destined to end with all of you in love and happy <3 i just really can’t picture a universe where stsg aren’t at least a little bit in love…… and even if it’s not romantic the love is strong enough that they’d be happy for each other. i can see satoru punching suguru’s shoulder and being like “you better treat them well, or i’ll steal them away!” and suguru just smiles and promises to do so because. well. he loves both of you so much. he wants to make you happy and he wants to honour satoru’s trust. you’re all important to each other in different ways.

those are just my spontaneous thoughts though. BUT my dear anon…. if you’re interested in something angsty on this concept then PLS do yourself a favour and read kairo’s suguru fic 😵‍💫 it changed my whole life. she did this concept so much justice and her prose is just beautiful <33

[ariondevereux]

Okayy, I’m on my uni commute and by now I think we know that this is when my brain goes crazy over your ocs. Alsoo, my disclaimer of, if these ever get annoying do tell me!

Maya x Phoenix:

Soo, I was listening to ‘Darkside’ by Neoni and ‘Counting Losses’ by Chelan, and I was thinking that they fit Maya’s personality pretty well, Darkside because she’s very much aware of her personal demons and think she’s a bit unloveable because of it. And then Counting Losses because she’s falling for Phoenix, probably doesn’t want to imagine this amazing, beautiful future with him because of her own insecurities but also…being happy with him does seem like a dream, so she’s in a bit of a limbo.

Shiloh x Abby:

I’ve been fleshing out the BDSI characters, and I got to the angsty stage and began wondering what Shiloh would act like really stressed whilst in the deep crushing stage when it comes to Abby. Like, they’re on their quest to taking down the Order, they’ve gone through a whole load of brutal shit, all scared, but they’ve made it out alive so that’s the main thing?? And I imagined Mei picking up on Shiloh being all stressed and upset and literally bringing Shiloh’s phone to them to call Abby because she’s very much his safe place, & at this point, Shiloh’s spoken to themself about their crush on Abby enough and Mei’s realised that the best friend that visits all the time is a lot more than just special in a friend way.

Lorenz x Clary:

You have an L-mancer oc <3 (I did tell you I check your Pinterest like the news!) and they have the grumpy x sunshine trope, I’m screaming!! I found out that L very much has the personality they have because… tragic backstory & past trauma, so they mask it by being confident, making jokes, being flirty— that’s their coping mechanism; and flirting with Clary was definitely just a ‘let’s do something a little risky and fun, especially as I’m your initiate for the next week or so’ at first, and then it continued, and continued, until L fell into this rabbit hole of ‘oh shit, fuck, fuck, oh…’ when they realised flirting with Clary is a lot more than just ‘this is fun, I want to get a reaction out of her.’ And I feel like L is determined to keep it to themself and not say anything because if Clary’s the grumpy half of the grumpy x sunshine trope, then if she ever found out about this crush then L probably thinks it won’t end well, and if anything, they’d rather have Clary around as something if not a lover because they can’t ruin yet another thing and add it to their list of bad backstories. I was also listening to ‘overthinking’ by Bearcubs, narou and imagine L going on a really long car ride by themselves, and they’re literally overthinking and Clary comes to mind and it’s the only time in a long time that they’ve let themself be vulnerable.

HELSPEOKEJ I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT THIS ASK AND HAD A WHOLE ANSWER IN MY HEAD BUT I FORGOT TO ACTUALLY REPLY

okok pls your music taste is immaculate!! i listened to those songs a few times and they’re so good i loved them sm especially darkside omg it’s so accurate for maya!! tysm for sending them to me 🥹 literally every time you talk about her i can barely wrap my head around the fact that you legit think about her 😭😭

OK OMG SHILOH PLEASE HE’S BEEN IN MY HEAD A LOT LATELY like i always imagine him being a smooth flirt but when he actually catches Feelings he’s a whole mess 😩🫶🏼 and shiloh isn’t the only one who would be stressing over feelings 🤭 for abby, she would stress over shiloh’s flirty comments and in her head she’d be like “how much of it did he mean?” because she really likes him and she’s not gonna try to hide it when it gets to a point where it’s already so obvious that there’s something going on between them. but she wants to make sure that it isn’t all just empty flirting from shiloh because even though she knows better than anyone that her best friend is an amazing guy and would never play with her feelings like that, she’s scared it’s all one-sided and her heart would be broken. abby’s not judgmental i swear shiloh just means way too much to her 😔

AND MEI MY BEST GIRL SHE’S SO SMART <333 omgogmogmg imagine mei and abby hanging out and shiloh thinks to himself “my favorite girls” CRYINGGGGG ok but when shiloh calls abby but he’s not ready to confess he’d probably say some excuse like “you wanna come over? mei misses you” and abby just chuckles “tell her i miss her too” and then there’s that heavy silence because abby doesn’t wanna hang up because she likes hearing shiloh’s voice and shiloh really wants to see her but he’s scared that would give too much away even though it never scared him before to say it so he just clears his throat or whatever and softly asks “so… do you wanna come over?” unfghghhh THE PINING!!! my sustenance 😩

AND LISTEN you’re so powerful because i’m not actually big on the grumpy x sunshine trope but i just had to do it for lorenz and clary because it would be so fun to develop their relationship nddnejsk and it’s funny because clary’s face is the farthest thing from rbf so i imagine that’s the reason lorenz wasn’t intimidated at all to flirt with her at the start until she just gave him this unimpressed look like “has that ever worked for you?” and from that point on, lorenz tones it down a bit but he still flirts with her from time to time. then time passes and clary gradually develops a crush on him because she realizes “he’s not that bad…. 😳” and that he genuinely cares about her. and because of her feelings, she becomes hyperfixated on the difference of his flirting then and now and how he doesn’t flirt as boldly as he did at the start. like this bitch forgets that she literally acted hostile towards him during his early attempts at flirting but when she remembers, she realizes it’s probably the reason he may be acting cautious around her and like… lorenz doesn’t have to worry about ruining things with clary if he took it further and acted upon his feelings because it’s clary who’s gonna ask him out <333

[killlavendr]

1: no

2: dark emerald green - cuz greens the slytherin color and dark emerald green is pretty

3: scar from the lion king but less evil

4: yes bro gets no bitches🙏😭

5: no

6: Russian, german, or latin (but I think he already knows a bit of Latin)

7: prof. Mcgonagal

8: slytherin?

9: I think he likes rich foods. And bitter foods. I don’t think he likes too much sugar. Favored drinks consist of red wine, water, firewhisky, and coffee (he could use a pepper up but he likes the taste better lol). For foods, I hc he has rather expensive taste. Seafood, fancy salads and soups, caviar, ect. Also a ton of arugula in those salads

10: hmmm no

11: this is dumb af but when Umbitch is like “so you originally applied for the DADA position?” “..yes.” “And you were not accepted?(or smth like that)” “..obviously not…” LMAOAOAO the sass and then him hitting Ron w a book I love it

12: Hermione, I think she’d be most likely to try and understand him and would snitch tf out of James, Sirius, Peter, ect. They’d be friends i think

13: yes + I stan him (both of them) + I literally can’t imagine anyone else playing him

14: muffliato. He wants to keep hearing those annoying ass kids to a minimum so he uses it whenever he’s alone and/or grading papers

15: reading. For a bonus I think his favorite genre would be horror (he thinks it’s funny. “Hah- that’s not what intestines look like.”)

16: when I was like five I didn’t like him. Then I got back into HP when I was 12 and thought he was hot

17: yes💀

18: his hair (in the movies) and nose

19: summarized - he’s an asshole

20: I literally don’t know

21: considering this hoe has had like 2 good memories in his lifetime probably just hanging out w Lily

22: Ehhh yeah probably but her holding back laughter when he was getting bullied + publicly humiliated is a red flag so idk

23: lingerie ..NAH NAH JKJKJKJ LMOAOAO but idk that button up shirt thing he has and just some black dress pants😭 also if this counts i hc he has a tattoo of lilies on his right shoulder

24: yeah

25: yes - in general or in HP? I’ll answer for both. Mitsuri Kanroji from kny - no😭 I think she’d like his emoness cuz she’s at least a little bit in love with almost everyone but also be scared of him💀 and Snape would hate her. For HP - no I don’t think him and Ron get along

26: horror I already said that tho

27: yeah I do

28: yeah because I have daddy issues and are more (non romantically) attracted to men who are fucking mean and I have to actually work to make them like me. Man I’m messed up

29: very plain but also fancy if that makes sense?? Like I think he would keep decorations to a minimum, have a slytherin tapestry on the wall or smth, velvet curtains, keeps his desk very clean, dark colors, green and black bed cotton bed, ect. Almost no clutter if not none

30: don’t bully ur students when you become a teacher u asshole Ik ur life sucks but don’t take it out on random ass 14 year olds (him staring at me like 🤨??? In response) also let’s kiss

31: yeah - depression 🤪🤪🤪 cuz his life is an actual dumpster fire. I think it gets rly bad in the winter and he gets more irritable. And OCD but that’s just a lil headcanon I just think he’s very obsessive about being clean to a point it’s unhealthy

32: idk sneepyheepy??? Severus Sneepyheepy Snape lololol

33: Lady fingers, Clair de lune, 月亮代表我的心. HE IS THE BIGGEST FUCJING TERESA TENG FAN EVER U CANT CHANGE MY MIND

34: every single snape ship I don’t like any of them

35: no he has no friends (other than mcgonagal but he won’t admit she’s his friend.)

Snape:“I don’t have friends..I am the night.”

Students: “OMG SNAP IS BATMAN!”

36: I think he gets nauseous when he has a lot of stress and gets crazy painful stomachaches. Also I’m self projecting that happens to me when my anxiety gets super bad and holy shit those stomachaches make me go violent

37: his hair. It’s described as rly greasy but in the movie his hair is LUXURIOUS AND FLUFFY pls snape take some advice from snape

38: his hair. It’s described as rly greasy but in the movie his hair is LUXURIOUS AND FLUFFY pls snape take some advice from snape

39: Fall. Not too cold but not too hot. Is happiest on cool mildly windy days

40: hmmm idk hanging out w Lily, reading abt magic, and crying

41: His bitchass dad

42: probably as a kid but quickly learned that he didn’t want anybody to see that side of him

43: i already mentioned this but the lily tattoo

44: definitely floo

45: aroace. I have a post abt this but I actually hc that snape didn’t have romantic feelings for Lily but has a hard time differing platonic and romantic feelings so he thought he did if that makes sense

46: Remus..if he didn’t almost kill him😭

47: like 2..oh for slytherin too? Then like 40,000 or smth

48: yeah he was like too obviously evil to actually be evil

49: tall for sure - I don’t think he’d be nearly as intimidating as he’s described if he was short

50: yeah I think so I also think he would’ve been a bit nicer (maybe I’m letting my hopes get the best of me tho)

Snape asks

Do you have a snOTP? What is it?

What do you think is Snape's favourite colour and why?

Which Disney character, according to you is most like Snape?

Do you think Snape remained a virgin?

Do you think Snape ever loved anyone other than Lily, romantically or platonically?

If Snape learnt another language, which would he choose?

Which staff member do you think gets along well with Snape?

If you had to assign Snape to a house, which one would it be?

What are your personal headcanons on Snape's diet and favourite foods?

Do you think Snape's character has changed the way you think/feel about others?

Your favourite scenes with book/movie!Snape?

If you had to chose a Golden trio era student to be Snape's friend, who would it be and why?

Do you think Alan Rickman contributed to your love for Snape?

What do you think is Snape's favourite potion to prepare?

If Snape had any free time, how do you think he would spend it?

Were you ever a Snater? How and when did you become a Snover?

Do you think Snape was unhappy even after joining the DEs?

Your favourite physical feature of Snape?

According to you, what is Snape's biggest flaw?

Why do you love Snape so much?

What particular memory do you think Snape used to conjure his patronus?

Do you think Lily was a good friend to Severus?

What do you think Snape wore under his robes?

Do you think Snape ever self-harmed?

Is there any other character you love as much as Snape? Do you think they'll get along?

What genre do you think Snape preferred to read?

Do you think Snape was close to his mother?

Do you think you'd like being taught by Snape?

How do you headcanon Snape's bedroom would look like?

If you could give young Snape any advice, what would it be?

Do you think Snape had any mental illnesses? Which ones and why?

If you could change Snape's middle name to be something other than Tobias what would you choose?

Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played?

Do you have any Snape NOTPs?

Snapey BROTPs?

Did Snape get sick often? Your headcanons for when he was sick?

Snape didn't pay attention to his physical appearance, but if you had to choose a part he would take care of, which would it be?

Which type of weather does Snape prefer?

How do you think Snape spent his early childhood days?

Other than Lily, who do you think impacted Snape's life the most?

Is there a side to Snape that he hasn't let anyone see? What do you headcanon this "secret personality" to be like?

Do you think Snape cried often?

What's your favourite headcanon about Snape? Is there a movie/song/book that reminds you of Snape?

What mode of magical travel would suit Snape the best?

Your opinion on Snape's sexuality?

Which of the Marauders do you think Snape could have gotten along with?

How many points do you think Snape would've awarded during his career?

Did you feel Snape was the "good guy" even before the reveal?

Do you prefer tall!Snape or short!Snape?

Had Snape lived, would he continue teaching at Hogwarts?

Reblog and let your followers ask more about how you think of Snape :3

[turtleneckseve]

nah cos i can’t be the only one who doesn’t want killing eve to end with them “watching a movie” i’m sorry but it sounds so corny 💀

[faerieismm]

blooming panic x male reader headcanons?????!?!??!?!??!?!!? pls

HELLO GAYS!!! WELCOME TO THE SHITSHOW, GLAD TO HAVE YOU :} I AM DEEPLY HONORED TO BE JOINED BY MY FELLOW LGBTQ+ FELLAS<333 UR HEADCANONS COMING RIGHT UP☝️☝️

bloomic mains with a male reader<3

tw: none!

genre: fluff??? , humor, lil suggestive ish at times

type of writing: headcanons

well its canon theyre all pansexual, so i definitely think they’d all be open to dating a guy :)

(obv, but i just wanted to get that out of the way)

i mean these men and enby are all fruity as hell

like they would treat it like such a normal thing

“you have a boyfriend? omg congrats gay.”

anyways, i shall now be going by all the mains~

quest

big strong hubby that can envelop you with his body and crush your head with his thig-

carrying you? yes

your personal body guard

very VERY protective of you

BUT WILL ALSO FLAUNT YOU TO ANYONE

doesnt matter who literally

“this is my bf everybody :}” *insert gentle giant voice*

nakedtoaster

you better be a gAmErbOy cuz thats what you gonna do all night

sometimes they will just slump themselves over you and you’d be buried in nakedtoaster

“babe come to bed.”

“nO!”

always blushing around you

fr they can’t believe they’ve found such a cute guy and you’re all theirs🥹

i hope you’ve got muscle because this enby has none 😃

there they stand, pot of pickles in hand

they slowly turn their head around with a pout

“hELp.”

busy bee but will always make time for their favorite boi<3

nightowl

cuddles~~

and he’s so flirty with u too😭

also now he’s finally obtained a boyfriend he’s gonna make ALOT of d1ck jokes

possessive asf but i think we all could’ve guessed

“gonna - smooch - mark my - smooch - pretty boy with - smooochhhh - hICKIESS~~~”

showing you off eVERYWHERE

E V E R Y W H E R E.

xyx

xyx strikes me as the hAahHhahaha GAYYYY type

just as a joke tho, he loves his boyfriend <33

teasing eheh

also in the bedroom

going on motor rides together

i imagine him being so chill about everything

“hi yes this is my boyfriend.”

hopes he makes you feel comfortable <3

ESPECIALLY if its your first relationship with a guy

many many many many gay jokes

every opportunity he gets

he takes

HI YES HELLO SO I HAVENT PLAYED BLOOMIC IN SO LONG SO IM SORRY IF ITS A BIT OOC BUT I TRIED!!! HOPE YALL ENJOYED AND PLEASE STAY GAYS PLZ I BEG OF U

yours sincerely,

[juhaksworld]

TBZ reactions to you being scared and asking to sleep with them

best friends au [ I REPEAT, THIS IS A FRIEND IMAGINE] 

note:: pls excuse the incorrect and super random grammar T___T i swear i know how to properly use grammar but i get mixed between using proper and random/casual grammar while writing...so it’s kinda a mess ;-;

Sangyeon:

Would be all worried about you asking if you were gonna be ok. Ofc you could stay with him! He’d offer to sleep on the floor so you could have the bed to yourself and not invade your privacy. If you were really scared and wanted him on the bed too he’d be a little embarrassed but would do anything to make sure you were ok. Would stay up and talk with you if you wanted to. Would play card games with you, make some tea (with you hovering around bc you were too scared to be left in the room alone lmao) and would tuck you in like a mother hen and then stay on his phone to keep awake until he was sure you fell back asleep.

Jacob:

Very concerned that you had a nightmare again. He knew you struggled with nightmares sometimes and he wishes there was something he could do to get rid of them forever. As soon as he entered the room looking frightened he opened his arms so you ran over and dove into them burying your head on his shoulder and trying not to cry. Asks you if you’ll be ok to go back to sleep after a few minutes and then that’s when you ask if you can stay with him. He agrees readily. let’s you pick whether you both stay up talking and playing games all night or actually finding separate places to sleep in the room,, bc jacob was kinda shy when it came to sharing a bed, even if you were lifelong friends...it would still be awkward.

Younghoon:

Flustered to the max! but he would feel really bad turning you away bc he knows that when you’re scared at night you get no sleep...and well, sleep is important, so he gives in and agrees after a while of debating with himself. he lets you sleep on the bed and he sleeps on the floor next to the bed so he isn’t far away from you, but he’s not too close either. asks you if you need anything else and bc he can’t fall back asleep right away he quietly says your name every so often to see if you were able to go back to sleep or not. once you don’t answer anymore, indicating you were asleep, he feels better and goes to sleep himself again.

Hyunjae:

Laughs at you for being scared but then is like “YEAH OFC!!! COME HERE!!! IT’S SO COMFY HERE!!” and aggressively pats the bed beside him. You go sit beside him, scared. And then he kinda feels bad for laughing so he makes it up to you by building a blanket fort and turns on music and talks with you about any and everything, including the nightmare you had, which makes you feel a lot better and you end up falling asleep in the middle of the fort on the bed so he has to sleep on the floor, which isn’t so bad but ofc he teases you about kicking him out of his own bed the next day.

Juyeon:

*blinks* “yeah ofc!” but inside he’s kinda freaking out. His girl best friend wanting to sleep in the same bed? That’s…… kinda awkward ngl! but you were sorta like a little sister to him so he wants to make sure you’re ok, that’s why he agrees. gets a different blanket for himself and then moves to the VERY edge of the bed making sure you have enough space and don’t feel uncomfortable at all. he can tell by the way you’re moving around a lot and not breathing at a steady pace that you’re still awake, so he starts talking quietly with you. telling you cute stories from when he was a kid, taking time to add in pretty and calming details to the story so they would replace the thoughts in your head keeping you awake. smiles and relaxes once he notices you fell asleep.

Kevin:

Downright flirts with you at first bc he thought you were joking at first. “can i sleep with you, kevin? im having really bad dreams.” “oohh what’s this?” he says with a mischievous grin,, but you don’t smile back so he immediately changes his tone and tells you to come sit with him on the edge of his bed. he asks you if talking about the dream would make you feel better? it would,, so he pulls in a comfy chair from another room, lets you get comfortable in the bed and then he himself curls up in a ball with a blanket in the chair next to the bed and you talk for hours. later he goes and makes some tea for you but when he comes back into his room, you’re fast asleep. he’s very relieved and for a while sits up thinking about the things you both talked about before going to sleep himself in his chair.

Chanhee:

Immediately lets you come stay with him. Even though you’ve been besties you entire lives, he still asks if you be ok with him staying in the same bed. You are bc you know chanhee doesn’t move around in his sleep and without a doubt he’d leave you alone on your side of the bed until you woke up on your own the next morning. Talks with you reassuringly and makes up really pretty stories so you’ll dream about those things instead. Is kinda like a mom and discusses thoughts and fears you’ve been having that would bring on bad dreams. Tries to figure things out with you without being invasive of your privacy. Tells you everything is alright and he’ll protect you before you both go to sleep. leaves a small light on for you bc that makes you feel more safe.

Changmin:

Sad. As soon as you timidly enter his room asking to stay with him bc you’re scared he’s really sad. Wishes he could physically fight the bad dreams you have so they’d leave you alone. Asks you what would make you feel better and when you say being close to someone you trust, he gives you a hug and then lets you lean your head on his shoulder while you both sit in silence. Gets another blanket and wraps you up like a burrito bc that makes you feel safe (why do blankets make you feel invincible..? i’ll never know) anyways then he turns on a movie for you to both watch until you fall asleep. DOES NOT LET HIMSELF FALL ASLEEP UNTIL YOU’RE SOUNDLY ASLEEP FIRST. waits a while until he’s sure you’re not having bad dreams again and then turns off the movie for himself to fall asleep.

Haknyeon:

Gets super worried. asks you if you’re gonna be ok like a thousand times until you tell him just being with another person, especially someone you’re close to makes you feel better. takes you to the kitchen and makes you a light midnight snack and then sits you on the couch beside him and tells you to tell him the dream, knowing that discussing it with someone would make it less of a burden to your mind. doesn't just say things like “you’ll be alright” “it’s all fake, don’t worry” “it’s gone now” he actually helps you realize why you’re having dreams like that, why you’re afraid, and then reassures you. after the free therapy sessions with hak, you go back to bed, but he goes with you and stays with you until you’re asleep. he talks with you while laying on the chair in your room and watches a movie with you and then quietly tip toes out of the room.

Sunwoo:

Gets shy. not bc he’s being a pesky boy, and teasing you, but bc he feels so honored almost and protective of you when you came to him when you’re afraid. on the outside he’s like “yeah ofc! you can stay with me as long as you like,, i’ll keep you safe” and gives you a soft bear hug….but on the inside he’s like “aww really?? You came to me bc you’re afraid?? That’s so sweet! But so sad that you’re scared,, but i sort of feel like a mother rn...but I like it????” and he’s just all flustered about how to make you feel better the best way possible. So he offers his bed and you talk for a while and he gives you great words of wisdom that make you feel like everything will always be alright as long as you have sunwoo as your bsf nearby and then you watch a movie until you fall asleep again and then he goes and sleeps on the couch.

Eric:

It was late when you woke up from your bad dream so you’re not sure if eric will even still be awake or not. Luckily for you he is,, bc if he was asleep you wouldn’t be able to wake him up. He’s very tired though and doesn’t fully process what you’re saying at first until you mention having a nightmare and wanting to stay the night in his room. Then he wakes up fully. Is super worried about you having a nightmare. But like he’s so tired,, but he’s so worried about you..so he asks if it’s ok for you to just cuddle up in another blanket on the other side of the bed or would you rather stay up and talk about the dream. You can tell he’s super tired and you know being in the same room as someone else will already make you feel better so after he gets you a blanket you just go back to sleep. Eric though,, even though he was very sleepy,, stays awake until he hears you sleeping.