#realised halfway that i do not know what is the scenario i had in mind

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝟭𝟮 𝗽𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀 ❞

━ idia shroud x gn! persephone! reader ━ idia wonders how he got lucky with you, and everyday, he wonders if you really are there by his side and not just a figment of his imagination. (f/n means first name)(reader can be yuu or an oc)

requested by: @glass-anna11 request type: scenario requester’s message: “Hello! May I please request for fluff relationship with Idia and a Persephone-like S/O please?" florist’s note: hello, dearie! of course, i love idia, not sure if this is fluffy though. apologies~

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idia was still not convinced that you were his. you were the epitome of perfect to him: kind, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous. not to mention, you also can be wise and mature when you need to. the contrasts between your personality paired with the affection you gave him were enough to make him think he was dreaming.

'the gods must be playing a joke on me,' thought idia as he watched you hum a tune to yourself while making some flower crowns, seated on his carpeted floor surrounded by flowers you picked in heartslabyul's garden.

god forbid you'll ever get in trouble for that, but knowing you, you might've asked for permission before picking their flowers. his console rested on his hands while he was waiting for his game to load, his eyes stuck on your radiant beauty.

however, the sounds of his game's background music playing made him resume his concentration back on the screen, and he once again tried to distract himself. it took a few hours until he tore his gaze away from his game and noticed you were no longer in the same spot as you were before.

he wondered where you were, and as soon as he finished playing, he got out of his seat and looked around, "n/n...?"

did you leave? have you gotten bored of him? have you gotten tired of being the one to take initiative? did you find someone else that's better suited for you - someone that is not a gloomy, underworld keeper like him?

thoughts flooded his mind, and just as quickly as they came, they instantly disappeared the moment you entered the room with two cups of instant ramen in hand, pausing your tracks as you two stared at one another for a while before you smiled.

"i went to make some instant ramen while you played. i thought you might be hungry, so..." you trailed off whilst he stood there with eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

"...why are you so caring?" mumbled idia, making you tilt your head a little. "what do you mean?" you asked before placing the instant ramen cup on his desk while you ate yours.

"i mean, why are you so kind to me?" asked idia once more as you paused eating your ramen and set it down, realising he was still in disbelief that someone was actually taking care of him like this no matter how much it seemed like he was not returning the gesture.

you cupped his cheeks, still smiling sweetly at him, "because i love you, idia."

love.

you love him.

he stayed silent for a moment, his thoughts running wild again as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but genuine feelings. he eventually held your waist - in a rather awkward manner - as he smiled a little at you.

a soft sigh left his lips, growing nervous as he was about to take the next step. with one arm around your waist, he used his free hand to reach out at the drawer behind you, opening it and grabbing something that you did not see.

"hm? what is that?" you asked, curiosity brimming your mind as you eyed his enclosed hand. he took his arm off from your waist as he gulped, placing a hand under your chin to make you look at him as he presented the candies in his hand, "would... you like some?"

thinking it was just him being nervous about offering things to you, you shrugged and smiled at him, grabbing the 12 candies in his hand as he eyed you for a bit while you spoke, "sure, thanks!"

you then looked at the candies. it was red in colour and round, just like the other hard candies that idia casually eats when he is bored. not caring about what flavour it might be, you unwrapped the treat and popped it in your mouth.

"hm... tastes... like pomegranate...?" you mumbled, making idia nervous as he spoke, "are you not fond of it?" you smiled and replied, "no, i did not mean it like that. it tastes great!"

idia sighed in relief as he smiled at you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you once more as he said, "that's a relief... they're local candies from my hometown." you hummed in response as you continued tasting the pomegranate candies, "from the island of woe? huh, they taste great."

"yes..." trailed idia as he thought to himself, '...so they are unaware of the island of woe's tradition relating to pomegranates... how do i tell them that offering pomegranates to someone is equivalent to a declaration of love without sounding so awkward?!'

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[verstappen-cult]

i recently found out max has a nipple piercing. would be over the moon to see this included into a fic?? 🤭🤭

oh nonnie, i’ve been having dreams about this ever since i saw those pictures & i had to zoom in like a crazy woman – totally not proud of it. but like i cannot stop thinking about this exact same scenario 🙂‍↔️🤌🏼 and i’ll not be judged! i know you have all been thinking the same thing.

content warnings ✶ disclaimers. fem!reader. a little bit of sub!max. nipple piercings. cumming in pants.

Max as a tight grip on your waist as you press kisses on his neck, knees pressing against his hips as you settle comfortably on his lap.

This is the first time you’re being physically intimate. Well, apart from a few shared kisses at the end of the three dates you’ve had since meeting outside of the grocery store; after Max bumped into you.

Max invited you to his apartment for a cozy night, he cooked for you and introduced you to his cats.

You had settle on the sofa, even sharing a blanket, to watch a movie but halfway through it you’d already climbed onto his lap. Movie long forgotten now.

Max sighs into the cold night air, his calloused hands sending shivers down your spine.

You place your hands on his chest to make him lean against the cushions of the couch when you hear it more than feel it: Max’s sharp intake of breath as your palms make contact with something hard and round across his nipples. You know what it is even before your brain has time to catch up with it.

Pulling away you look straight into the blue pool of his eyes. He’s blushing but you don’t know if it is due to your passionate make out session or because you found out he has nipple piercings.

Neither of you says anything, eye contact so intense it sends a heat wave directly to your core. You decide to test the waters, so you swipe your thumb over his left nipple, feeling the piercing against the pad of your fingers. Max gasps your name.

“So, when were you going to tell me about this?” You ask with a raised brow, still caressing his pierced nipple over his white shirt.

Max blinks twice, like trying to process what is going on, before tilting his head back and whispering, “I was going to get rid of them.”

“But why,” You look down and it’s almost funny how you didn’t notice them all night. They’re right there making fun of you. “I think they’re hot.”

He huffs, closing his eyes. He’s shy, you think.

“I want to hear the story behind this.” You pinch his right nipple, not wanting to make it feel left out and Max sees stars behind his eyes, a moan escaping his pink lips. “But now I want to…” When you don’t finish talking, Max forces himself to open his eyes. There is a hunger in your eyes that makes him realise that he would let you do anything, anything, if you ask him.

“What do you want?” He wants you to finish your thought, he needs it.

“I want to feel them in my mouth.”

You’re pouting. It feels as if you’re begging him to let you, but Max doesn’t need convincing. The image of you looking up at him with his pierced nipple in your mouth flashes through his mind, and his cock twitches in interest.

He gets rid of the shirt in record time.

“Lie back, please.” He does, back pressing against the soft cushions. You don’t break the eye contact, not as you kiss your way down his chest until you’re level with the pebbled flesh. A threaded barbell decorating both of his nipples.

Max follows your every move holding his breath.

The first run of your tongue over his nipple comes as a shock, even when he was waiting for it. His whole body thrums with pleasure when you take it between your teeth, a sound akin to a whimper echoing through the room.

“You’re very sensitive.” You save that knowledge in the back of your mind. He looks at you with furrowed brows when you raise your thumb to his face. “Open your mouth.” And he does it immediately, allowing you access. You don’t waste a moment in stuffing his mouth with it. And Max sucks and runs his tongue over it, the blue of his eyes swallowed by black and pure pleasure. “Good.” You purr, guiding your thumb and swiping over his other nipple. He shudders, arching his back when you pinch it.

You go back to sucking his nipple into your mouth, feeling the metallic taste of the piercing and how nice it feels against your tongue.

Max lets out a sharp gasp, his hips thrusting up into nothing. You continue to kiss and suck, alternating between them and marvelling at his reactions, his obscene moans and whimpers.

He’s spilling in his pants before he even has time to warn you. And you find it is the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

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[hellcheeriest]

i bet hes never had a backstreet guy

Twitch Streamer!Eddie x Single Father!Steve

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Summary: Steve and Dustin arrive at the convention, Steve finds Eddie more attractive in person, Eddie finds Steve attractive in general, Robin and Chrissy begin to figure some things out.

Content warnings: Slight age gap (Steve is 31, Eddie is 26) Steve feels as though he's too old to be acting like he is (I know 31 isn't old! Steve just grew up too fast as a teen dad, so he feels like his mind is beyond his years.) light angst, smoking, swearing, flirting

A/N: hey team.... lol. so sorry for the wait! now i wrote this between the hours of 2-4am (as i am uploading it is 4:10) so i apologize for any mistakes! Thank you for reading!

W/C:4.6k

STEVE HARRINGTON

“Dustin! Slow down!” Steve called out. His son had already made it halfway across the parking lot, practically sprinting to the doors.

“Come on Dad!” Dustin turned around and let his dad catch up. He grabbed the elder's hand, pulling him along.

“Okay, Okay!” Steve kept a tight hold on Dustin's hand. He’d done his research on convention etiquette and came across an article about adults losing their children and he told himself he’d be completely sure of where Dustin was at all times. The backpack he donned was filled with multiple water bottles, and his wallet had both cash and his debit and credit cards in case of any financial emergency.

They’d gotten there much earlier than they needed to, but with Steve’s anxiety and Dustin’s exhilaration, neither of them minded having to wait around until they opened the doors for the panel. Dustin talked Steve’s ear off, rambling about anything and everything related to the convention.

Steve fiddled with the tag on the lanyard he and Dustin were given upon entry, and he finally realised the reality of the scenario. Soon, he’d be in a room with not only a hundred other people, but the man he’d been pining for in secret for the past who knows how long. He was brought out of his thoughts by Dustin tugging on his sleeve.

The two filed into the large room along with a bunch of other people, and Steve’s grip on Dustin’s arm was probably tighter than it should’ve been as they found their way to an open pair of seats. The group that Steve had paid an exorbitant amount of money to see would be taking the stage soon, and Steve could feel his son practically vibrating next to him.

“You sure you’re gonna make it through this without exploding?” Steve asked and Dustin nodded.

“I have to!” Dustin exclaimed and Steve laughed, putting a hand on his son's head, twisting his fingers into his curls. Dustin wore a bright yellow sweater Steve recognized as his own, and the smile he wore was brighter than Steve had seen in a while. More people would pour into the room, and the multiple conversations would be overwhelming if Steve wasn’t focused on the way the lights dimmed and a woman walked on stage.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” She called into the microphone. The voices around quieted, and Steve tensed in his seat. “My name is Tory, and I will be hosting the event we’ve all come out here for. So, what do you say we get our guests up here and get this thing started?” The audience cheered and the streamers came on stage one by one before walking to their respective seats. A guy with dirty blond curls led the way up the stage, introduced as ‘Gareth,’ and the rest followed in. There was Austin, Chrissy (who Steve recognized from the singular stream he’d watched), Robin and Jeff. They all seemed to notice at the same time as the audience that Eddie wasn’t trailing behind them. After a moment, the applause faded and Gareth sighed into the microphone in front of him.

“This asshole.” The audience laughed, and only a moment later did Eddie shuffle on stage. Clapping and cheering surrounded Steve, but he could hardly hear it as his eyes focussed on Eddie’s form. 

It was different to seeing him through a TV screen, and he wasn’t sure how Eddie could get any more attractive. His hair was loose, reaching down past his collarbones. It was curly, and wild, and free. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans, torn at the knees and thighs, chains hanging from two of his belt loops. His shirt was looser, the white fabric clashing with the black of the tattoo’s that spread down both of  his arms, and had graphic text of a band name Steve could vaguely recall. He could feel Dustin’s grip on his arm as he too watched in awe, although for a completely different reason. Eddie finally reached his chair, taking a theatrical bow before sitting down. 

“I love you, Eddie!” Someone called from farther back in the room. Eddie’s eyebrows raised and he smiled.

“Woah,” He spoke into his microphone, pulling a piece of his hair over his mouth. “Love you too.” Part of the audience cheered and Eddie leaned away from his microphone.

“Stop flirting with the audience, man.” Gareth scolded half-heartedly and Eddie returned his words with a raised middle finger, sparking genuine laughter from Gareth.

“So!” Tory spoke, cutting off the pair's bickering. Let's start off with a few games, yeah?”

About half an hour and a couple of games later, they’d finally reached the question portion of the panel. Tory explained that they would start off with submitted questions and then move to having a few audience members ask their own. Pulling out a clipboard, presumably the clipboard that held the predetermined questions, Tory smiled.

“Alright! First question is from ‘Hellfire’, with an ‘i’ on Twitter. It reads, ‘Robin when did you first realise you were a lesbian?’” Robin smiled and thought for a quick moment before answering. 

“Well, I think I've always known, you know? Like, I never had actual crushes on boys in school and I remember asking myself why I couldn't like girls like the boys liked girls. But then after I got older and learned the queer people existed, and what each label meant, is when I really was able to realise who I am.” Robin rambled, and Steve couldn’t help but smile. The audience gave her claps and snaps and cheers of encouragement.

“Beautifully said, Robin! Our next question is for Austin-” The voice of the host faded away as Steve zeroed in on Eddie once again. He was resting his chin on his pale hand, chunky rings and bands covered his fingers and chipped black nail polish was painted messily on his nails. Even from where they sat, Steve could see the way the corner of Eddie’s eyes crinkled when he smiled, smile lines and dimples on his cheeks accompanying the grin that blessed Eddie's face. The purple and yellow lighting gave his hair and skin a glow that Steve found terribly alluring. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, getting lost in the bright baritone of Eddie’s voice as it mixed in with the others, studying the man before him as if he’d be tested afterwards. He only came back to reality when Eddie’s chuckle crackled through the microphone, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually tune into the words being said.

Soon, the pre-submitted questions had dwindled and after the last few had been asked they moved to having audience members voice their own queries. The audience questions were less organised, many asking about mundane attributes such as favourite meals or shows while others were completely obscure and had the panel struggling to answer.

“Well, we have time for just one more question from the audience.” And before Steve knew it, his son’s hand was shooting up. “Alright, you in the yellow, back there!” A smile spread across Dustin’s face as he stood and made his way to the microphone placed in the aisle between seats.

“So,” Dustin began nervously. Steve watched as he fiddled with his fingers, a nervous tick he’d developed. “Uh, my question is for Eddie?”

“Shoot, little man.” Eddie smiled, warm and welcoming, and Steve tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Ah, um. So, you talk about how school was for you quite often and I wanted to know how exactly you overcame all the uh, the name calling and everything?" Dustin was stuttering through a few words and Steve wanted nothing more than to go over and rub his boy's back. He could do that when Dustin returned. Eddie's face softened and he started to fiddle with the rings that Steve wondered always riddled his fingers.

"Yeah. So for anyone who doesn't watch me that often, I do streams where I talk about my unfortunate middle school and high school years to kind of-- shed light on what it's like for kids who were and are like me," Eddie started. "Uh I was called names," He moved a hand in Dustin's direction. "Messed with physically, all that. As for your question, I think I just started to realise that I'm not what any of those assholes say I am. That they can't push me around anymore.

Obviously, things might work differently for other people but that's what worked for me personally. Plus I was held back a couple of years so my bullies were out of my school life and I was able to be who I am." A few people from the crowd clapped, egging on the rest. Dustin beamed at Eddie's response.

"Thank you," Was the last thing Dustin said before he stepped away from the microphone and back to his seat beside his father.

"How was that?" Steve asked his son who was practically vibrating in his chair.

“That was so cool!” Dustin whispered and Steve smiled. Little did he know how cool it was going to get.

“Who knew you were such a poet, Eddie?” Tory asked and Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“Well, I am a songwriter so I'm technically halfway there.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal.

“That sounds about right.” Tory spoke over the few cheers that broke out. “Well, folks. That’s the end of our time here. Give it up for our wonderful guests!” Applause roared throughout the room as the panel stood and waved to the audience as they left. Steve felt like he could breathe again. He held Dustin close as they made their way outside, just as he had on the way in, and once the warm sun fell on their skin Steve took the backpack off his shoulders and pulled out a few granola bars and bottles of water. Steve spoke again after a few minutes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He stated as he zipped the backpack up, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Really?” Dustin asked from his seat on the concrete curb. “What is it?”

“Can’t tell you. But, we have to be there in the next fifteen minutes so we should make our way over there.” Steve pointed to his watch as Dustin stood up. The boy was obviously starting to grow tired, though the afternoon sun shining in the sky should mean he should still be energised. He tired easily, Steve found, and between the fact Steve knew Dustin didn't get much sleep the night prior and the amount of excitement that filled the boy, Steve was surprised he hadn't crashed yet.

“Lead the way, father dearest.” Dustin said, mustering up as much enthusiasm as he could. That was okay, he’d be truly enthusiastic soon.

EDDIE MUNSON

Eddie thanked any god that was out there for the short break he and his friends were given after the panel. It was so much fun being able to talk to his fans, though he found it unfortunate that it was by way of him being on a stage. A specific boy who asked a question stuck out to him. Surprisingly over the others who shouted compliments or "I love you's" at him. Yep. Just a young boy in a large yellow sweatshirt, probably in his middle school or early high school years asking how he overcame the bullying. Eddie swore it almost done broke his heart.

He took a swig of his bottled water and ate a few pieces of the slightly stale pizza that sat in the small room he and his friends were provided. Eddie popped the tape out of his walkman to flip it around. He closed the lid, and pressed down the play button, letting the sound of his mixtape fill his ear through the single earbud he had in.

Wayne had poked fun at him when he bought it. ‘You tryna be old-school or somethin’?’ He’d said as he rubbed his knuckles into his nephew's scalp. Eddie missed his uncle, and couldn't wait to go see the man someday soon.

"I'm so excited to go meet everyone!" Chrissy gushed. She sat on the loveseat, Robin next to her. 

Haha, get it?

"I'm just happy I get to be with you, Chris. I don't know how I would handle everyone by myself." Robin smiled sheepishly. God, Eddie was gonna barf if Robin kept this up. How could two people be so clueless?

Literally, just ask her out already you idiot.

"I'm gonna make my way over to where I gotta be. Good luck, girls." Eddie clipped his walkman onto his jeans waistline and shot finger guns at the two.

"Good luck, Eddie!" Chrissy jumped up to hug him and over her shoulder, Eddie winked at Robin. Robin returned a shy look as Chrissy pulled away.

"Bye, Eddie," Robin mumbled and Eddie huffed humorously before leaving and shutting the door behind him. He took a deep breath, and finally started to make his way to the next phase of completing this con.

-

It had been about half an hour of meeting fans, taking photos, and receiving small trinkets from crafty fans that he graciously took and thanked their makers. He wasn’t sure of the last time he’d felt so appreciated.

"I love you!" A fan said as they waved each other off.

"I love you too," Eddie would return those words multiple times, and each time he meant it. The photographer called for the next people in line. The next thing he knew, a familiar flash of yellow entered his vision and he recognized the owner of a mop of brown, curly locks. Eddie grinned. Then he noticed the figure following the young man. He was tall, and broad, and also had a mop of brown hair on the top of his head. His hair was not curly like the boy he was with.

Wow, okay.

"Hey, little man!" Eddie brought back the nickname from earlier as the boy tucked himself into Eddie's side, the other man standing just behind his son and in turn behind Eddie.

"Hi!" Yellow shirt was ecstatic and Eddie hugged the boy back. Eddie took a quick look over his shoulder at the slightly taller man, blinking him a greeting and receiving a nod in return. Eddie was sure he’d never seen someone so handsome.

Handsome. He couldn't believe he was using that word, but matched completely with what he was seeing. Broad shoulders, swoopy hair, and shiny eyes. Freckles, straight white teeth and a warmth that radiated off of his body. Eddie wanted to lean into it, always feeling so cold. This guy totally would’ve bullied him in school. But, here he was, not a malicious gilt in his eye.

Maybe Eddie wasn’t as over high school as he thought.

"Three, two, one." The photographer counted down before the flash struck, capturing the image. The youngest started to move and Eddie grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Hey," He started and the boy's confused eyes met Eddies. "Just wanted to remind you of how awesome you are." Eddie's smile was as soft as his eyes were and the latter's eyes widened. The photographer shouted out, trying to keep the momentum, and Eddie wished the boy farewell, giving one last look to the other man. The latter looked back at him, his expression was unreadable, but devastatingly attractive. The two left and Eddie continued on with the now shorter line of people left.

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM

Chrissy sighed as she lay down on the loveseat in the group's room. Taking photos and meeting fans personally was super fun, but also very tiring. Robin was going to return soon. She had just left to grab a couple more bottles of water since she and Rob had finished theirs and the only one in the room was Eddie’s and frankly, she did not want to ingest whatever that man's mouth touches. (It was mostly cigarettes, that's all she knew.)

Her mind wandered back to Robin. Chrissy rested her head on the small pillow that sat in the corner of the cushions, almost wishing it was Robin's chest she were resting on instead.

Wait, what? She couldn't think of her best friend like this, could she? 

She couldn’t help but realise she thought this way a lot. What would Robin think? Yeah, she was a lesbian, but that doesn't mean she's interested in just any girl who comes along. Plus, she's Robin's best friend. Keyword, friend. There's no way Robin likes her in any other way than platonically. What would Robin think? Would she hate Chrissy? Her thoughts were cut short when the taller girl burst through the door, Eddie and the rest of the guys following.

"Guys you will never believe this. That one kid that asked that really deep question to me, came to my booth and I think he was there with his dad or something. Anyway the dad, or whatever, was like, super fucking hot--" Eddie's voice trailed off. Chrissy wanted to pay attention to Eddie's rambling, she did, but she had too much to think about right now.

"Hey," Robin's voice cut into Chrissy's thoughts from her spot on the floor next to the loveseat. As much as she loved to hear Robin speak, it was currently the last thing she wanted to hear "You okay?" 

"Yeah, 'm just tired 's all," Chrissy mumbled. Robin looked skeptical before nodding and sending Chrissy a sympathetic look.

-

Chrissy ended up going back to the hotel early while everyone else stayed back a bit longer before they left for a restaurant for a celebratory dinner. Robin offered to stay with her, but Chrissy waved her off and told her to have fun with the guys. Robin promised to bring her back some leftovers and let her know she hopes Chrissy feels better. Chrissy smiled weakly before Robin would leave and Chrissy would change into a tank top and shorts and slip into the sheets of the bed she would have to share with the girl she was currently struggling over tonight.

She felt herself tear up.

Why did this have to be so hard? Why did this have to happen now and not in like, high school? She couldn't be having a sexuality crisis right now, not while they were supposed to be having fun at the convention for the next couple of days. Chrissy was scared of rejection, she admitted to herself. Not having feelings bigger than their current friendship, but the idea that she tells Robin these feelings and Robin rejects her and never speaks to her again and--

The tears slid down her cheeks and Chrissy wiped them away.

It was no use though when the last tears would be replaced quickly.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Music quietly played through the speakers of Steve's car. He had placed an order for pickup at his and Dustin's favourite restaurant and they were on their way to go get it. Steve was starving and Dustin was on his way to falling asleep in the passenger seat. After another couple more minutes, they finally arrived at the place and Steve softly nudged Dustin's shoulder.

"I'll be right back, 'kay? Just grabbing the food." He said quietly. Dustin nodded and Steve took that as acknowledgment. He got out of the car and went inside, waiting for a staff member. Someone quickly arrived. Steve told them his business and his name and in return, he earned a big  warm paper bag that would be filled with the dinner. Steve thanked the person who helped him and he walked out of the door and made his way back to his car.

Until he saw a cloud of smoke from where the end of the small parking lot and the wall of the building met. There stood a man who he recognized all too well.

This was stupid. Steve was stupid.

Still, Steve walked over to the other who still wasn't made known of his presence.

"Hey," Steve greeted as he got closer. The long-haired man turned his head, blowing out another cloud of smoke. He tilted his head curiously before he spoke.

"Hi," Eddie said before he dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. "You're the guy that came in with the kid in the yellow, right?" Steve nodded, ignoring how his heart stuttered at the fact he was recognized.

"Yeah, he's my son. I wanted to thank you for what you said to him," Steve began, fiddling with the handle of the paper bag. "He's been having some issues at school. Says watching your videos and stuff makes him feel better." Eddie smiled and rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Nah," He put his cheek to his shoulder and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "Sucks that shits happening to him. Looks like times haven't changed, huh?" Steve sighed and pursed his lips in a silent apology. "What's your name, pretty boy?" Eddie asked. Steve laughed and shook his head lightly as blood rushed to his face. God, he hadn’t felt like this in ages.

"Steve," He answered. Eddie stepped forward, leaving limited space between the two. Steve blinked, his legs feeling as though they were full of lead.

"Well, Steve." Eddie pulled something out of his pocket before reaching his arm through the space of Steve's arm and torso, slipping whatever was in his hand into the back pocket of Steve's jeans. He let his hand stay there a second, eyes not reaching Steve's, but rather trailing over each feature on his face. After what felt like forever, Eddie removed his hand. He patted Steve's hip. "An… Offer. If you want it." Eddie stared up at Steve through his eyelashes. Their height difference wasn't much, but it was enough for Eddie to have to turn his eyes upwards.

Eddie took a step back. Steve sighed.

"I have to return to my friends. They're probably wondering where I am." He took one last look, up and down, at Steve. "Hope that serves you well," Eddie smirked before he turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Steve froze for a second before he reached into the pocket, still warm from Eddie's hand. He pulled out what the other had put in. It was a wad of paper. Confused, Steve unrolled it. There he found digits scribbled. Eddie had given him his number.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

"Night, Ed! Night Austin!" Robin called from down the hallway, receiving a couple of grumbled replies. She giggled to herself before she continued her way to her room. She got to the door, pulled out her key and let herself inside. There she found minimal lighting and a mound under the covers of the bed, some strawberry blonde hair peeking out from the top. 

Robin shut the door as she sympathetically sighed. She put the pasta she'd saved for Chrissy, her favourite, on the vanity and quietly made her way over to Chrissy's side of the bed. Robin put a gentle hand on Chrissy's exposed shoulder.

"Chris? You awake?" She mumbled quietly. No response. Chrissy's cheeks were stained with tears and Robin bit her cheek. Why had Chrissy been crying? She wasn't feeling too good, Robin knew, but what had made her cry? She pushed Chrissy's hair behind her ear and stayed there for a moment before returning to the door where she took off her shoes and coat, accidentally knocking Chrissy's coat off of the hanger. It was a quiet sound, but still, Chrissy awoke.

"Robin?" She yawned as she sat up and turned to where the other was standing.

"Y-yeah. Sorry for waking you," Robin's apology was soft as she picked up the smaller coat. She paused for a moment after hanging it back up. "Chris? Were you... Crying?" Robin moved back towards the bed. She was never the best at this type of stuff. She never knew how to help people feel better, oftentimes she felt useless in these situations. But, her best friend was hurting, and she needed to try.

"No! Uh..." Chrissy pulled her knees to her chest before huffing defeatedly. "Yeah,"

"How come?" Robin sat down and shuffled closer to Chrissy, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her into a side hug. "You okay?" Chrissy sniffled and shook her head. "What's wrong?"

"Can't tell you." Chrissy put her forehead to her knees. "You'll hate me." Robin ran her hand along the shorter girl's back.

"I won't hate you, Chris. I could never hate you. I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything." Robin was even more concerned. Throughout the years Robin had known her, she’d never seen Chrissy this way, so full of self depreciation. The only time that had come close was just after her ex-boyfriend, Jason, broke up with her. But even then, she seemed more relieved than upset. Whatever was bugging her had to be serious. Chrissy was silent for a moment, the only sound in the room being the friction of Robin's hand on Chrissy's tank top.

"I think I like girls," Chrissy said. Robin's jaw almost dropped before she went to console her friend.

"Well, Chris, you know I'm a lesbian. Why would you think I’d-"

"I think I like you." Chrissy whimpered.

Oh.

"Chrissy... You're serious? You're not playing with me, right? Because this has happened before where a girl tells me they like me as a joke, or they think they like girls and want to use me as, like, the test to find out if they really do, and then turn around and--"

"I'm serious Rob, I just..." Chrissy let tears roll down her face once again and Robin unconsciously let herself wipe them away. "This is all so new to me and you're my best friend and I don't know how to feel." Robin frowned. She remembered her sexuality crisis in grade eight and how hard it was for her. She felt for Chrissy at this moment. Carefully she turned Chrissy around and pulled her onto her lap, grabbing the hands that covered the latter's face and moving them away. Robin smiled gently as she spoke.

"Hey," She started with. "It'll be okay, Chrissy. Trust me. It's hard for a while, I know." Robin brought Chrissy's head to her shoulder. They were silent for a moment until. "I like you too," Robin whispered. Chrissy gasped and pulled back, staring at Robin with surprise.

"You-- You do?" She gasped, staring up at Robin with big eyes. Robin took Chrissy's face into her hands pulling her in to leave a kiss on her forehead. Chrissy was a light shade of pink and less upset than before.

"I do. I have for a long time." Robin laughs. Chrissy smiles and lays her head back on Robin's shoulder. They stay there for a few minutes before it seems like Chrissy's about to fall asleep. Robin carefully took Chrissy out of her lap and laid her on the bed. "We'll talk about this in the morning, 'kay?" She said softly. Chrissy nodded and Robin smiled fondly. "I'll be right back." She pulled the blankets back over Chrissy's half-conscious body and she left to the bathroom before pulling out her phone.

Me

guess who might have a chance at getting a girlfriend

eddie help me

After a few minutes, Eddie didn't reply. He must be sleeping, Robin thought.

When actually, Eddie was up making a few text messages of his own.

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@marklee-blackmore

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Supercorptober 2023 Day 3: Kara

As I mentioned on the previous post and on ao3, I won't be doing all the prompts this year but I will do my best to do a decent amount of them! I'll be posting them all both on here and ao3. Enjoy!

ao3 fic link. series link.

Alex knows something is wrong. She knows her sister, has been watching her all night, and something is definitely up.

The whole night her movements have looked controlled, like she’s holding herself together, or holding herself back. Which is entirely confusing because she also can’t stop smiling. Yes, on movie nights like this, Kara is usually happy, spending time with her two favourite people, but this is different.

It’s not until halfway through the movie that Kara pauses it before excusing herself to the bathroom, and Alex takes her chance. If she doesn’t have the opportunity to talk to Kara alone, then Lena is the next best thing.

Alex waits until she hears the lock click on the bathroom door, then waits a few more seconds before she uses the chance while she has it.

When she looks back at Lena, she finds her smiling down at her phone. Alex knows that smiles, and it almost derails her Kara questioning just so she can find out who Lena is texting because that’s definitely the smile of someone with a crush. But that can wait, she needs to check on her sister first.

“Is Kara ok?”

Lena startles at the question, dropping her phone. Something flickers across her face before Lena schools her features. “What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t seem different tonight? She hasn’t stop smiling,” Alex gestures to the other side of the couch Lena is on, to where Kara has spent the evening sitting on her own. “But she also isn’t sitting curled up beside you like she usually would.” Alex frowns. “Has something happened between the two of you?”

Lena’s eyes widen in alarm, but Alex’s mind is already spinning through other scenarios, so she misses it.

Is that what this is? Alex has always wondered if Kara may have a little crush on Lena. Despite Alex’s teasing, Kara has always denied it. But if Lena is seeing someone, then maybe Kara is probably upset about that.

But that doesn’t explain the smiling.

“No that can’t be it, she seems too happy for you guys to be fighting.”

Lena hesitates. “Maybe you should just talk to Kara.”

Alex is frowning again. “So, she hasn’t spoken to you either?”

Lena pauses. “No, she has, but she’ll want to talk to you about it herself.”

Alex is stopped from continuing her questioning when the bathroom door open and Kara returns, retaking her seat far too far away from Lena to be normal.

Kara pauses when she realises they’re both silent and watching her. “Are you two okay?”

Alex opens her mouth but she’s beaten to answering by Lena.

Except Lena doesn’t answer out loud, she leans forward and whispers something to Kara.

There’s a long moment where they share hushed whispers, Alex wishing she was the one with super hearing because the confusion is killing her.

“What’s going on?” Alex finally asks, the wait getting the best of her.

Kara and Lena both turn to face Alex. “So,” Kara starts. “I have something to tell you.” Kara takes Lena’s hand, threads their fingers together. “Or we have something to tell you.” Kara’s grinning again. “Lena and I are dating.”

Alex’s mouth drops open. Of all the things Alex had expected it to be, it wasn’t this.

“It’s new, we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit, but we were going to tell you soon.”

“Well, trying to stay away from Lena was dumb if you were trying to act normal, you two can’t stay away from each other.” Alex pauses. “Which suddenly makes a lot of sense, maybe I should have seen this coming.”

Alex stands, reaching out to pull Kara up too, wrapping her in a big hug. “I’m so happy for you.” She tugs Lena in too. “I’m so happy for you both.”

Kara’s absolutely beaming when they all release each other, but then she looks at Lena and Alex really feels dumb for missing this because she’s never seen two people look so in love as Kara and Lena do looking at each other right now.

“No kissing in front of me though please, I don’t think I could handle that,” Alex adds. She truly is happy for them both, but Kara is still her sister.

“No promises,” Lena winks and suddenly Alex wishes she hadn’t pried.

[nyursi]

Okay, Briar's an asshole but. BUT. Imagine.

(Written with male reader in mind but its quite ambiguous.)

Just another night at the brothel, dancing and showing off skin just to meet Bailey's weekly quota. It's uncomfortable, and the fear that some people you know at school would see you here, flaunting your body so shamelessly— yet hiding away under the uniform and maintaining a grade A student facade just to avoid Leighton's punishments. What would they think? What would Sydney, ever kind and pure, think of you when he sees you on stage? Or Whitney? No doubt using this to harass you even more. What about your teachers? God. The swarm of thoughts in your head just made your heart palpitate even more. Forgetting the one thing you always chanted in your mind whilst you danced on stage: "Always be aware." Because this is Hex Street, and theres nothing good lurking in the shadows.

The Brothels clients are similar to animals as well, you've had your fair share of men clamoring to grab and yank you from the stage mid-dance. And that was your mistake. Briar always told you not to think too much when you're on there. Because what happens? You lose focus. And that's dangerous. But before it could even register in your muscles to stop, and pay attention, two hands grasp at your waist— harsh, tugging, dragging your much smaller body away from the audience and into the secluded back rooms intended for the staff. Only halfway through did you realise who it was.

"Briar?" Your voice, small and meek, echoes in the hallways. But he doesn't respond, no matter how your voice begs him to give you an answer. You're left speechless when he throws the door to his office open, seemingly angered. Even more so when you're dropped on the couch he lazes on everyday. Your eyes trail up his figure, panting and heaving. Hair a mess— clinging to his face. Fists clenched. He looked like he had a fist fight.

A bitter gratefulness echoes in your soul, had he saved you? From the greedy hands that took, the touches that lingered even if you denied, the eyes that looked over you as if you were some meat in the butcher shop. At first, you're thankful. Had that been the scenario. But this is Briar, and him playing hero has a cost. A batch of saliva you forcefully lodged down your throat, not enjoying the heavy silence. "Oh darling," he cooes. Attempting to reassure you, but it sounds like hes trying to soothe himself. "I simply wanted to preserve the merchandise." Briar exclaims, fox-like grin gracing his face. Mischevious. Secretive. Manipulating.

Merchandise. Yeah. That's what you were. What else did you do? Selling your body to randos on the street for some quick cash, indulging in Avery's dates every now and then. You remember when you wanted to avoid such work a long time ago, deeming it unsavory. But look at you now. It's become second nature for you to skip Mason's swimming classes and head to the lower basement. Knees conditioned to the rough pavement. At some point, you had half the mind to bring a pillow.

Such "gentleness" was rare in this town. So you allowed him to tend to you, not like you could stop Briar if you could. He'd just throw you out to the pack of hungry wolves waiting outside. Salivating to pounce on their prey. Moments of silence. Rare peace. You let him wipe off your makeup, tidy your hair, even throwing you a new shirt (as yours was torn, like always). He'll let you believe you were safe for now.

But he'll never let you know the truth. Briar only saved you for himself. Who would defy him? It was only right he got a taste of you anyway.

[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, drugs and sex.

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chapter three.

you wake up to the sound of a running shower, the air smelling of a husky cologne. as you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, they scan the unfamiliar room. it belonged to a guy for sure.

looking down at the dark grey bed sheets, you notice you’re wearing a hoodie that you don’t own, and possibly wouldn’t ever be able to afford. dior.

last nights memories were failing to come to mind in this moment, and the thought of you in an unknown man’s room made your head hurt.

you glance down and notice the dress you had worn to the party last night was scattered on the ground of the bedroom, along with your heels, leaving you essentially half naked under this hoodie you’re now clad in.

thoughts were racking your brain, making up possible scenarios as to why you’ve awoken alone in a strangers queen sized bed, did you sleep with him? how much did you actually drink last night to not be able to remember it?

you felt scared at the endless possibilities, not knowing what happened or who with, your heart fell to your stomach. shit, fuck, fuck.

you ruffle your hair in frustration, unsure of who to expect to walk out that bathroom only a few meters away from you. you’d never had a one night stand before, are you supposed to stay? do you leave secretly when they’re unknowing?

before you could make the decision of leaving, the door to the bathroom opens, and the first thing you notice as the man emerges from the room is the incredibly large chest and sculpted bicep muscles to match. “oh, you’re awake.”

you glance up from the wet body, eyes widening at the realisation of who’s house you were at. kim mingyu.

at this point, your mouth was agape from the shock of the situation. you were basically half naked in the room of the man you were practically a dog for. yet you felt safe.

“did we sleep together?” the question blurted from your lips before you even had time to think about what you wanted to say, to which mingyu responded with a hum of agreement.

he walks towards the closet which stood opposite of the bed, the water droplets dripping off his back made you gulp. this man was gorgeous.

“well i mean, you didn’t let me sleep on the couch.” the disappointment was real, though you were also glad you had some sort of self respect.

mingyu grabs a white tee from the closet and throws it over his head, now covering his godly body, the towel that was around his shoulders now drying his hair.

he notices how your eyes were scanning his body, and he lets out a little chuckle at your obviousness, which made your cheeks turn a light shade of pink at the embarrassment of being caught.

“how are you feeling?” he asks you, sitting on the edge of the bed making it dip from his weight.

“i’m feeling okay, but i don’t remember anything past the halfway of my set.”

mingyu nods his head in understanding, unsure of whether to tell you about what happened last night, ultimately deciding it was better to tell you than to leave you in the dark.

“someone put something in one of your drinks,” he begins, twirling his thumbs and observing your bare face that he struggled to wipe with the makeup wipes he bought after he laid you down in his bed.

your mouth opens and lets out a quiet ‘ahh’, nodding your head and looking down. how stupid could you be to be accepting drinks from intoxicated strangers, the thought of not making it home safe, or to even be alive made you shiver.

“i took you here after seeing you fighting with your ex boyfriend, he said he didn’t do it, but you can never be too safe.”

you shake your head no, taehyung was a douche bag for sure, but he’d never put your safety on the line. you were somewhat thankful that man had morals. “thank you, for taking me here.”

mingyu smiles, “no problem,” getting up from the bed and walking out the room to get you a glass of water. but you still had one question for the man.

“why am i not in my own clothes?” he stops at the door and looks back at you, stifling laughter that was music to your ears.

“you kept complaining and asked me to change you.” he leaves.

once hearing those words, scenes started flashing in your head— the way you whined until the male unlaced your dress, his hands grazing your bare back and waist, looping the hoodie you currently wore over your head.

you groan in embarrassment, cheeks tinging pink again as you put your head in your hands. this man has seen your body that not even your ex boyfriend had been able to.

then it hits you, this man took you to his home, dressed you, taken off your makeup, slept in the same bed as you, all the while he had a girlfriend. somi.

the guilt was evident, sure you disliked the woman but you’d never homewreck a relationship, not after knowing the pain of being cheated on.

mingyu comes back into the bedroom, handing you a small glass of water and beckons you to drink it. you drink the clear liquid and hand it back to him once you’re done.

his large hands place the cup on the bedside table and he hands you your now charged phone, which was left with a few dozen calls from your little brother, messages reading concern of where you were and why you weren’t home.

“i should probably, uh, head home,” you say quietly, messaging heeseung that you’d be home within the hour and that you’re safe.

mingyu hums in response and starts to pick up your clothing on the ground and placing it in a paper bag for you to take home, then grabbing a pair of grey sweats from his closet, chucking it toward you. “it’s cold out today, wear these pants.”

you slowly get out of his warm bed, slipping on the sweats he handed to you, with hopes he doesn’t see anything you didn’t want him to.

though he had basically seen all of you last night due to your intoxicated, clingy state.

“i’ll take you home.”

the ride home was comfortable, music playing as you guys shared small talk. you’ve arrived at your apartment, mingyu walking you to the door as he carried your bag and clothes in his hand.

your hand reaches out to unlock the door, but it opens up wide before you could even jingle your keys. “where the hell have you been?”

you finally remember how you had told your worried sibling that you’d be home by 3am, and how you’d definitely be safe.

heeseung stands before you, his hair a mess due to waiting for you the entire afternoon.

“i was out-“ heeseung cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, pulling you into a hug and releasing a quick sigh of relief.

mingyu stands there watching the two of you, but he wasn’t exactly as relieved as heeseung was. not with knowing the events that took place last night, if you were his girlfriend, you’d never been allowed to go to a party unaccompanied.

“you just let your girlfriend go to a party all alone? do you even know what happened? do you even care she’s come home in another man’s clothes?”

both you and your brother pull apart from eachother, the dots slowly, but finally connecting for the two of you. so that’s what he meant by boyfriend.

“this is my sister, you idiot.”

mingyu’s eyes widen, looking at the two of you properly for the first time since he had met youse that night two weeks ago.

you nudge heeseung, scolding him for being rude to an elder.

mingyu finally notices the resemblance between you and heeseung, the high nose bridges and the plump lips you had both received from your mother. “did something happen last night? are you okay?”

you shake your head no and smile at heeseung, not wanting him to know you’d been almost admitted to the ER if not for mingyu. and more or less, taehyung.

pushing heeseung inside, you take ahold of your things from mingyu, grabbing your phone and opening instagram— handing the phone to mingyu in attempt to get his username.

he raises an eyebrow and gives you a slight smirk, his hand reaching out to grab your phone. “just so i can return your hoodie.” excuses blurted out of your mouth, anyone would know you just really wanted his instagram.

“you can just keep it, no?”

achieving mingyu’s instagram was finally a success, as well as somewhat proving to him you weren’t just some cougar. on top of that, you got a free, expensive hoodie that smelled of his cologne, leaving you kicking your feet in the air.

you’re laid on the bed of your room, finally opening messages from worried friends, noticing a few texts from wonwoo, a ‘call me when you see this’, catching your eye. so you do just that.

the dial tone rings once, and his deep voice answers almost immediately, worry evident in his tone, “hey, how are you? did mingyu get you home safe?”

you were being bombarded with questions from the concerned male, which made you smile.

“hey wonwoo, i’m feeling good, i’m sorry if i worried you or soonyoung last night, i don’t really remember anything.” wonwoo tells you not to worry, and that he’s just glad you’re home safe.

the two of you exchange a few more words, laughing at the small talk. “i feel bad you went through that, can i take you out for dinner to make it up to you atleast? i’m the one who invited you in the first place”

wonwoo was too sweet of a person to you, and it made your heart clench. you respond to him with a hum of agreement, “yeah, i’m free whenever you’re free.” how could you deny a free dinner?

“sweet, i’ll pick you up friday evening?”

mingyu sat engulfed in his own thoughts on the ride home, drowning in embarrassment. that was her damn brother, mingyu. he was so caught up in listening to those rumours of you, he couldn’t even notice the obvious.

mingyu arrives back at his shared apartment, as he’s about to unlock the front door, he’s stopped by arms snaking around his waist, the strong scent of perfume overtaking his nose.

somi stood behind him, head leaning against his toned back. “i missed you.”

the male sighs at the girl wrapped around his body, hesitant to reciprocate after the events of last night.

he had known somi was overprotective of him, but the disappointment he had felt in her with the nonchalance to you being in a dire situation, had him feeling uneasy around somi.

last night had opened mingyu’s eyes, it felt as if though the woman standing right there wasn’t the same sweet, innocent somi he had developed feelings for years ago. though, that may be his own fault.

somi could feel mingyu wasn’t feeling up to her shenanigans, though her predictions of why weren’t exactly on point. “did you sleep with her too?”

mingyu shakes his head no and removes her hold from him, turning to face her with a solemn expression.

“no, we didn’t sleep together,” he explains, “but i don’t know why it matters to you whether i did or not.”

the female sighs, “because you like me.” her reasoning made mingyu seethe with frustration, a hand reaches up to his face as he pinches his forehead. sigh escaping from his thin lips, biting them.

“because i like you? are you okay in the head?” at this point mingyu has had enough, he was tired of playing games with somi, always running to her when she called at late hours of the night, intimacy together only when it suits her own personal needs.

he was tired of being treated like a second choice.

“what’s wrong with that reasoning? am i wrong?” somi exclaims with her hands thrown in the air.

“you think that just because i liked you, it gives you reason you use me as you see fit? you think i’m not going to get tired of the way you act? of you?”

somi never would’ve expected those harsh words out of mingyu’s mouth, tired? of somi? there’s no way that’s possible— not to her. she wasn’t half wrong though, deep down mingyu knew he only half heartedly meant what he said. “can you just leave? i don’t want to see your face right now.”

taglist: @mochami-mochi @gyuwoosbabie @minmangyu

[leclerced]

https://www.tumblr.com/enchantecafe/737963907454582784/charles-eating-your-pussy-to-the-point-youre-all

No that made me remember a scenario i had in mind a while ago.

So imagine a bunch of drivers all living together, like on holiday or something (and some gfs).

And really it could be any driver but i could totally see max doing smth like this 👀

You and him have A LOT of sexual tension and all the other drivers keep teasing you about it but you two are always in denial about it. So one night the tension breaks and things are getting heavy in one of your rooms.

When he tries to mark up your neck you push im away bc „you don’t like hickeys“ and also don’t want the others to know. So he proceeds to fuck your brains out so much that when he eats you out at the end (for good measure yk) you don’t really realise what hes doing down there after you’ve cum.

In the morning you leave the room with only a thigh length tshirt on (as usual) and everyone gives you funny glances the whole time, ask if you slept well, if you have seen max, etc. The sixth person, prolly Charles, to act weird finally points to your thighs and you look down to see your thighs LITTERED with hickeys and you realise why everyone was so weird to you the whole morning. The embarrassment runs DEEP. When max steps into the room and sees your angry/embarrassed face he just has a shit eating grin on his face. The other drivers never let you live this down.

-🫀

omfg this is actually insane i love it so much max is so devious

they’re all on a summer vacation halfway through the season and max is not so secretly infatuated with reader, everyone knows it and they’re the only ones who deny it. can imagine that max only does it because she does but secretly he loves when their friends say they’re going to wind up together eventually bc that’s exactly what he wants!! every time someone points out to her that he’s been staring at her sunbathing all day, she looks at him and flips him off, he pretends she’s blowing him a kiss and catches it before smacking his cheek lightly.

max is at his wits end eventually because she’s just prancing around in little bikinis constantly so when she finally retreats to go to bed earlier than anyone else one night, max excuses himself too and everyone is teasing them as they leave the bonfire daniel built only an hour before. he has to jog to catch up with her, having debated for a minute or two if he should follow her and try to make a move or not before he saw her look back over her shoulder as if she was expecting someone to be there. he stops jogging next to her and falls in line with her steps, but they both stay silent as they walk up to the house. neither of them say anything until they’re back in the house and he’s still following her around, trying to think of something to say worthy of her time and attention when she asks why he’s following her around?

he gets some courage and asks, “why do you think?” and she just stares at him stupidly until he kisses her because he doesn’t know what else to do. she’s been waiting for him to make a move instead of just staring at her constantly, specifically brought her tiniest bikinis to the trip so that he would have something to inspire him, and yet it took him until halfway through the trip to do something about it?? it’s a good thing everyone is out on the beach partying because as soon as max kisses her she’s blindly leading him to her room until he’s picking her up and carrying her to his because it’s closer. he keeps trying to mark her up and each time he starts nipping and sucking at one spot for too long she’s sharply tugging his hair and telling him to knock it off, they have two weeks left and she can’t cover them in her bikinis. max snorting out a reply that the bikinis hardly cover anything in the first place so she shouldn’t be worried about a few hickeys. he even says she can give him some too and she says she doesn’t want anyone to know. from that point on he’s determined to mark her up to show everyone she’s his and she accidentally marks him too with her nails digging into his arms and back, pretty crescent moons in his biceps and shoulders and scratches all along his back.

she puts on his shirt afterwards and he fetches her clean panties from her room so the next morning she doesn’t have to get dressed or anything, she’s wearing what she usually does so she sneaks out of max’s room and goes downstairs. she’s just in a daze sipping her coffee in the kitchen when daniel comes in and asks if she slept well and she just nods and says she’s debating going back to sleep. daniel just snickers and gets his own coffee before leaving, carlos comes down and comments how he might make breakfast then jokes about how it looks like someone already ate, and she doesn’t get the joke. one after another they come filing down for their own coffee but it’s not until charles sees her and immediately breaks out laughing, “jesus christ, did he maul you?” and she reaches up to her throat, wondering how he could have marked her without her realizing and charles points down. she follows his gaze and sees the path of hickeys leading up her thighs, her mind flashing back to when he was laying between her thighs and she couldn’t do anything but enjoy the feeling of his lips caressing her skin. she was drunk on him and his kisses, but now shes annoyed at the sight of the hickeys he gave her when she was indisposed.

he knows everyone knows when he finds his way downstairs an hour later and charles pats him on the back and says, “have a good breakfast?” and max is still half asleep and doesn’t get what he means, mumbling that he just woke up and charles says, “ah, dessert then?” he still doesn’t get it until he finds her in the kitchen and she has pants on for the first time in weeks that he remembers the hickeys he left all over her thighs. he teases her a little and asks why she’s wearing pants, if she’s cold or something. she just rolls her eyes and says, “thanks to you, it looks like i won’t be spending much time on the beach for the rest of this trip.” she doesn’t want to be teased constantly until they fade and it’s only been an hour and every time she sees someone they make a joke about them. she especially doesn’t want to be photographed, even by accident or by a passerby, to have dozens of hickeys on her thighs. max is happy as can be, shooting back quick remarks when someone says something to either of them, and he stays by her side all day, refusing to go down to the beach with everyone else when she stays inside the house. as soon as they’re alone again, he’s pulling her pants down and asking to see them, a little jealous that everyone else seems to have seen the damage except for him.

he’s so turned on by them and of course it leads to round two where he continues trying to mark her even more, successfully landing a few hickeys on her chest and stomach once he points out if she’s already not going to be on the beach she’ll be wearing shirts anyways and they’ll be covered. he even convinces her to give him some too but she won’t put them on his neck where he wants them to be seen, sticking to places that’ll be hidden under his shirt or on his thighs, but max has no problem letting his shorts ride up his thighs to show off the bruises, or neglects putting a shirt on in the morning so they’ll see the hickeys she gave him.

[freeuselandonorris]

What is ypur process when creating a new fic like? i really want to start writing, but have no idea where to begin

hey anon! thanks for asking, i love rambling on about writing process 💕

SO given that you're struggling to begin rather than struggling to finish or develop a fic, my advice to you is probably gonna sound a bit glib and i'm sorry about that but it is this: just write.

don't start freaking out about what your process should be or how to structure it or what the ending should be or whatever, just yet. just start it. because you probably do know where to begin - like, you probably have a pairing in mind, right? i'm guessing you've thought something like hmm i wanna try writing landoscar or whatever. so start there. i'm just gonna use landoscar as an example here for ease, obviously you can apply it to anything. so right, you want to write landoscar, do you feel like you want to write 'as' lando or 'as' oscar? whose head do you want to get inside? if you can't decide, pick one at random.

one good bit of advice i've had over the years is to start in media res, which loosely translates to 'in the middle'. this means you don't have to begin at the beginning. you don't have to worry about setting things up and explaining everything, just stick them in a situation and let it happen. (side note - fic is great for this because the assumption is that the audience already know your blorbos and the vague situation, so you don't have to do loads of world building unless it's an AU).

so let's say you decide you want to write landoscar, and you fancy writing it from lando POV, and you're going to start off in media res. get yourself a situation. lando's in his hotel room, after FP2. he's pissed off about something, which you can tell because he's doing that frowny bitchy face he does when you zoom in on his face in your imagination. okay, so write that. why's he pissed off? he's staring at his phone because he's chronically online, and he's pissed off because he just got a text from oscar. what does the text say? oscar doesn't want to hang out this evening because he has to go over the data. how does lando react to that? he says it's fine, even though it's not fine. why does he say that? because he doesn't want oscar to know how much he wants to hang out, because then oscar might realise that lando's been simping over him for months now.

this is obviously a pretty basic/stilted example but what i'm trying to get at is that you don't need to panic too much about a process or having The Right Place To Start. just pick a point, a scenario, a still image, and describe it, and then chain another moment to it, and another to that, and so on. the place you started might actually end up being halfway through the fic, once you've finished editing it all and tidying it up. or you might delete it altogether. doesn't matter. just don't psych yourself out of writing altogether by feeling like you need to begin at the perfect place, bc there's no such thing.

[vanmarkus]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the lovely @jesuisici33 thank you mwuah 💛

I'm gonna put some of it under the cut bc it got kinda long uhh

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

15

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

188,136

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently consumed by 911, but most of my fics either belong to The Witcher or Stranger Things

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

789 – Long and Lost /geraskier, 9.7k, explicit/

707 – It might walk like a duck /steddie, 10k, explicit/

656 – The Companion /geraskier, 6.9k, mature/

634 – A promise I could not make (But what if I was wrong?) /geraskier, 16.4k, mature/

451 – Of Banquets and Destinies /geraskier, 5.4k, gen/

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely!! I love everyone who takes the time to comment on my stuff, it makes me so happy and excited whenever I get the email 💛

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm a firm believer of heavy angst + happy endings, but I gotta say But where they lay, they cannot stay is hands down the angstiest, because it can barely be classified as a happy ending oops

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess Spare me your dreams has a pretty sappy ending lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, but once I got a comment on the last chapter of a multi, saying that they 'liked it up until the smut' because I made them use spit as lube and apparently 'I was promoting unsafe sexual practices'........ love, this is fiction and not a sex ed class. The characters in question weren't even fully human, come on now.

I have been moderating my comments ever since, because I'm just not willing to give the time of day to idiots like that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Funnily enough I wasn't big on smut for a really long time and though I felt that some stories needed it, I always just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible (I also used to skim sex scenes when I was reading) because I just didn't really find them interesting... that kinda changed when I found some truly exquisite fics and realised that smut can be written just engagingly as the rest of the story and now I include explicit smut in most of the stuff I write. I just really enjoy getting into that part of the characters' minds and finding different scenarios and new nasty things for them to do 😊

What kind? Hmm. Not sure, I like to sprinkle in some sub/dom undertones and a little bit of a praisekink or edging even for the most vanilla stuff. I wouldn't say my stuff is that kinky?? Though I did write watersports, public settings and some degradation too, but who even knows what's considered kinky nowadays...

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't write crossovers, I don't even read them... it's just not for me, I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, or at least I can't remember anyone asking

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

It was the way I used to RP in high school... I'd write a paragraph and then my roommate would write the next and we'd pass the notebook back and forth until we finished... it was mostly smut though and I have no idea if I could actually co-write something publishable 💔

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I have a few forever fandoms and forever ships... but I gotta say buddie is the most fun I ever had in fandom so far, so I think they deserve the title (hah)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

fuck, so many 😭 but I have a long steddie fic (26k already written and it's about halfway done) that I regret not finishing, because it was the ultimate angst and character study and I just... yeah, it would've been great, but maybe I get into the mood when season 5 comes out (or it'll just make me wanna never touch the fandom ever again, who knows)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Not sure what counts as strength, but I love learning the speech patterns of the characters I'm writing for and I guess I've gotten kind of alright at it??

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing fluff is definitely something that doesn't come easy for me

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Worth it if it makes sense in context and you can make sure that you translate correctly (or realistically incorrectly, if that's what you're going for). Overusing another language just to show that you can is not a good reading experience though, especially if you only put the translation in the end notes.

Also, making a character that rarely ever speaks that language speak it extensively without a good reason can take me out of the story real fucking quick... generally just use it when it makes sense and you can make sure that you're not butchering it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think the first one I ever posted online was a RyoDa fic (jpop rpf, respectively) and the first fandom I posted for on ao3 was Stranger Things

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmmmm. It kinda changes as I move along. I always felt like Hunger at last was pretty under-appreciated compared to my other witcher fics, but It might walk like a duck was something I wrote in about 2 days because it came to me so smoothly and I really enjoyed writing it... The Companion is a big favourite for me because I think it was a pretty unique idea to work with... also it's not even posted yet but the mudslide fic already has such a special place in my heart, plus it has my favourite confession scene I've ever written so...

idk I'm not a very decisive person lmao sorry

✨no pressure tagging: @forthewolves @eddiediaztho @daffi-990 @callaplums @ladydorian05 and anyone who wants to do it 💛

[pierrai]

Hello!! I love your blog so much, ahhhh... If you wouldn't mind, could you possibly write a scenario for a Yandere Jun who's guiltily obsessed with someone?

Thank you so much! I hope you will enjoy! ^^

Character(s): Jun Word Count: 1062 Scenario: Yandere Jun guiltily obsessed with his s/o. Warnings: Unhealthy relationship dynamic.

Jun

Though Jun seems like the type to have a lot of experience with relationships, actually loving someone is new to him. He's well-aware of the vague unresolved trauma he has and since he's never been brave enough to delve into it, he's always decided that staying away from any deep relationship is the better option for him. One night stands are fine, but anything past a surface level hook-up is something he'll put an end to quickly.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn't so easy when it came to you.

Your relationship started out slow. Perhaps that was why his feeling had snuck up on him like they did. Before he could even realise he was heading down a dangerous road, he was already halfway down it.

You were an extremely troubled person when he first found you, and as he always did in scenarios like this, he offered out a helping hand. At first, this was fine. Jun was your pillar of support and probably the only reason you managed to get by in the Underground. An outcast, exiled noble cast down into the festering pit of crime that was the Underground would be torn apart like scraps of meat by a pack of wolves. If not for Jun protecting you and vouching for you, you would've ended up dead or worse.

You were grateful for his intervention, he knew this. Though you had what most people would call a 'difficult' personality, the fact that you were slowly opening up to him and relying on him when things became too much made him feel happy. It was rewarding. He was, as always, happy to help someone out. It fulfilled that uncomfortable longing inside of him that he always did his best to ignore was there.

You were someone who needed help, and he was someone who could help you. Jun liked feeling needed, he liked knowing that he was doing good in the world, especially to someone like you who surely wouldn't survive on your own. If he left... what would happen to you? It would be better if he he stayed by your side, even if you were slowly coming into your own, who knew when you might fall back down into that pit of despair? He didn't want that. You probably didn't want that either, so beside you is where he'll stay. He knew what was best for you.

He didn't properly classify his feelings as 'love' until you started meeting other people. It was when he felt suddenly jealous of losing his importance to you that he light-heartedly thought 'Oh, I've gotten myself in trouble here, haven't I?' Beneath that was a swirling mass of fear and uncertainty that made him feel sick.

Eventually he went from watching over you and encouraging you to form connections with other people to taking up all of your time himself. You didn't talk to anyone else if he wasn't also there. He told himself he was just watching over you, helping you out until you felt brave enough to make friends on your own, but when you told him about plans you made or people you'd met, he'd don his well-meaning expression of concern and say that he should perhaps accompany you. You never know what people's intentions could be. Some still had their reservations about you, they could be lying to you just to hurt you. Jun didn't want that to happen, so you'll let him tag along, right? He'll help you.

The ever-trusting, always-willing-to-give-a-chance Jun being so doubtful of people. Perhaps you should've read the warning signs while they were there.

Jun became a constant in your life, something he was happy about and more than a little bit guilty towards. Your friends were his friends. Your problems were his problems. It was fine for him to ask how your day was, but when he wanted to know every detail, every interaction, every person you talked to, it became too much. Jun knew this. He knew, but he couldn't stop.

If you were ever concerned or scared or sad, he needed to know why. If he couldn't know, how could he help you? What if giving you time to open up simply wasn't enough? You needed to tell him now. He could help. Didn't you trust him?

The thoughts in his mind were much more erratic than what he showed on the surface, and he felt horrible about it. Why did he have such awful thoughts? Why did he want to monopolise you like this? As much as he tried to convince himself that he was simply concerned for your well-being, he was self-aware enough to know that wasn't it.

He was a good person, wasn't he? He wanted to be a good person. Helping other people and solving their problems was something he had to do. It was the life he told himself he'd lead. He'd be reliable and worthy of trust, not the small, weak coward he used to be as a child, crying at every small problem he encountered.

But with you that motivation changed from wanting to be a good person to simply acting like one so he could keep you near him. If he pretended like he really was just concerned about you and that was all, maybe you wouldn't leave him.

His realisation of this only came to him properly when you awkwardly told him he was smothering you. He didn't know what face he must've been making when you said so, but he knew it must've been pathetic enough as you immediately frowned at him with guilt, and that guilty look was all he needed.

You didn't trust him, did you? Smothering you... Ah, no, no... He's just looking out for you. Didn't you appreciate that? Was he really being too much? He's still so afraid you'll get hurt. He cares about you a lot so... so, isn't it okay for him to check in on you every so often? It made him feel better to know you were okay, and he really, really doesn't want you to get hurt, you know? Has he really done something so awful?

By the time he was done, you looked so much more guilty you apologised to him instead, and Jun felt sick with satisfaction.

He's too obsessed with you, and he knows it full well.

[1p2p-heta-imagines]

could you please write a scenario of 1p Romano and his so? maybe of him having a bad day and his so comforting him? ty :3

(I don't know if I'm going to go back to using Lovino so that people aren't confused but, as of right now, I'm sticking with Lorenzo)

Lorenzo was no stranger to insecurities. To him, he was the epitome of worthlessness, a disgusting creature that leeched off of people close to him and was a general burden to people. This was, of course, far from true but that didn't stop him from believing it.

He sat on his couch, staring at his partner as they mindlessly scrolled through their phone. All he saw was them not paying attention to him; perhaps they hated him, perhaps they finally realised how annoying he was, perhaps they were planning to leave him.

"Do you hate me?" He asked the fated question. He did it often, he needed validation that they did, in fact, love him.

"Of course not, why? What's the matter?" They responded, almost instantly.

He wasn't even sure what to say to that. How was he supposed to explain how his mind worked? They were on their phone so he felt like they despised him? All the other tiny, meaningless things they did today that made him feel like curling into a ball and dying?

"Just... Bad day." He decided to go with that. It was believable enough, everyone had bad days every now and again.

They stared at him. He could tell that they weren't convinced but didn't want to admit to the real issue, so he awkwardly smiled at them. The action itself seemed like he was questioning himself, it didn't help his case. They kept staring.

"Fine. You didn't say good morning and you closed the door really harshly and you didn't look at me when you said you loved me and you haven't said anything to me for ages because you were on your phone and... And..." He didn't realise he had begun crying halfway through talking. He couldn't think, it felt as though his brain had just stopped working.

His partner moved closer to him, pulling him down to where his head was laying on their lap. They may not exactly understand how some of those things meant they hated him, but they were sympathetic.

"I'm sorry, Lorenzo, I didn't mean to upset you like that. I don't hate you." They tried to comfort him while stroking his hair.

"But you should hate me, I'm the WORST." He sobbed.

"You're not the worst at all, I love you." They responded, continuing to play with his hair in an attempt to get him to calm down.

It continued like that for a while: Lorenzo sobbed and apologised while his partner shushed him and made sure to quell his worries. It only stopped when Lorenzo began to cough and gag from crying too much.

He sat himself up, praying he wouldn't embarrass himself by throwing up from crying. He didn't really know what to say, he already felt embarrassed enough by having such a huge crying fit over something that didn't even end up being true, they affirmed that they loved him. He had done this for no reason, he bothered them, and he wouldn't be surprised if they saw him as a burden now.

"Are you feeling better now?" They asked. They held his face in their hands, taking their time to dry what he didn't manage to wipe away with his sleeve. It was gentle, soft, loving, things he craved so deeply all the time.

He nodded, crying so much had hurt his throat.

"Good, do you want to do something together? I'll turn my phone off, we can maybe watch a movie?" They smiled at him.

"Sounds nice." He managed to say, voice strained and hoarse.

They responded by placing a quick kiss on his cheek and saying something about not using his voice until they get him something to drink before rushing into the kitchen, likely to get snacks or said thing for him to drink.

He felt loved and understood, two lings he never truly felt before. He had managed to trick himself into thinking people did before but this was different, this was genuine.

(I have no idea how to end this so. Kind of abrupt ending it is.)

[kpopimaginings]

Stray Kids Reaction (Hyung Line) - Finding you after/during an attempt

TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read any further if you may be triggered by stories about suicide, mental health, depression, anxiety. (If there are any TW tags that you have blocked and I haven’t used, tell me! I will add them)

I would also like to make it clear that in none of scenarios is what happens actually because of the members. It is written from their perspectives where they may blame themselves, but that is not how depression normally works.

A/N: Me and my friend wrote this as a sort of therapy for ourselves. I had a panic attack and was then crying to which they responded ‘What would Bang Chan do if he saw you like this?’ (guess who my bias is) and from there things spiralled!

Hyung line: Part 1 - Part 2

Maknae line: Part 1 - Part 2

There will be a part two (which could also stand alone) of the super fluff that happens when he can properly talk to you/take care of you after.

Bang Chan

Chan was in his studio getting ready to go live for his Stays when he noticed his phone ping.

Will you be long? read the text you had sent.

He was quick to respond, I'll be as quick as I can for you 😘

With Chan's busy idol schedule it felt like you two hadn't seen each other in ages and were definitely due a catch up.

Sticking his phone on silent so it wouldn't interrupt his stream he turned on his camera.

Things were going as normal, him happily joking around with Stay and them recommending songs for each other, when about halfway through Chan noticed a worrying comment from one of the fans watching. He was quick to pick up on it and check in, asking if they were ok and ending up hosting an impromptu group therapy session for himself and Stay.

It wasn't until he had finished hugging Stay goodbye that he realised just how long he had actually been live for. His next thought was of you and the text you had sent, prompting him to pull out his phone and give you a call. A call that went unanswered.

He quickly dashed about gathering everything he needed to head to yours, trying you again as he left the door. Again, there was no response. He could feel himself starting to panic now. You were the one who had initiated things before his live, so he really didn't think you would have plans, but why else wouldn't you be answering? As he drove over, he kept trying to convince himself you were either asleep or mad at him for over running his live. Surely, he was going to arrive to your pouty face complaining that it had taken him so long to get to you. Right?

Fumbling with the key as he tried to slot it into the lock on your door he cursed himself under his breath.

"She'll be fine," he muttered. "You're overreacting. She'll be fine." He repeated the last sentence as a mantra in his mind as if saying it enough times would make it true.

Once he'd finally gained enough physical control to open your door, he rushed in, calling out your name as he tripped over the step of your threshold.

Silence.

"Baby?" he called out reaching the stairs. "I'm sorry I was late. I know I'm a terrible boyfriend, please don't give me the silent treatment."

It was suspiciously dark upstairs, the only light coming from underneath the bathroom door. Without thinking, he swung open the door.

"Baby, why-" Bang Chan cut himself off as he noticed the half-consumed pill bottle in your hand, realising what must have happened.

You froze, staring at your boyfriend's terrified expression. Realisation spread across your face as Bang Chan's presence pulled you back to reality. As tears started to pool in your eyes, you tried to form the words for an apology.

Before you can actually say anything, Chan is right beside you, knocking the remaining pills from your hand to clatter on the tiled floor.

In one swift movement, one arm is around your shoulders, causing you to hunch over as he proceeded to jam the fingers of his other hand into your mouth and down your throat, forcing you to bring up the pills you had tried to overdose on. Once he felt you had brought up enough, he sunk to the floor with you in his arms.

He continued to hold you close with one arm while pulling out his phone to call for an ambulance. As you sat in the bathroom together waiting for the ambulance to arrive, his grip on you only tightened. With one hand running through your hair and the other keeping you cradled into his chest he muttered apologies and affirmations of love to you over and over, barely audible over the tears you were now both shedding.

If only he could turn back time and finish that damn live sooner. You needed him, he wasn't there for you, and he nearly lost you.

Lee Know

Lee Know had recently got a copy of your key and was super excited to get to use it and surprise you with a visit. It had been a while since the two of you had properly spent time together, so he was looking forward to spending a calm evening in with you between his hectic idol schedule.

Happy with how easily he got through your front door, he neatly left his shoes in the entryway before venturing through to the living room.

"Surprise," he called as he approached. "Y/N?" he added when there was no response. "It's your wonderful, amazing boyfriend."

Swinging the door open, the wide smile was wiped from his face in an instant.

Before he had consciously registered the scene in front of him, he was beside you, ripping a hole in the plastic bag covering your face. Once you were free of the obstruction, he leant in close to check if you were breathing. When there was no sign of life, he wasted no time in moving you into the correct position for CPR, thanking God that he had paid attention to all those first aid videos Chan was always getting him to watch. Whipping his phone out, he called 112 leaving it beside him on speaker as he started chest compressions.

As the operator answered all they heard was Lee Know counting to himself.

"6, 7, 8," he continued, not realising the call had been answered.

"112, what's the nature of your emergency?" the voice at the other end asked.

Surprising himself with how calmly he responded he gave your address, informing them that you were not breathing when he found you.

"Ok, there's an ambulance 5 minutes from your location," the equally calm operator informed him, before praising him and helping him count through the compressions.

Once they got to 30, he was instructed to stop, tilt your head back and pinch your nose as he administered 2 rescue breaths. However, he barely registered the instructions, watching for your chest to rise with each of his breaths.

Returning to chest compressions, he'd counted as far as five when a crack from your side made him wince, his heart dropping as he forced himself to keep counting.

"It's ok," came a reassuring voice from the phone lying beside you. "Good compressions can do that, you're doing an amazing job for them. Keep it up, the ambulance is 3 minutes out."

Time slipped away from him as he continued counting out 30 compressions followed by two rescue breaths repeatedly. His voice fading out as he tired, putting all of his energy towards saving you.

A sudden banging at the front door momentarily pulled his undivided attention from you. "Shibal," he muttered, remembering that the door will have locked itself behind him.

"The ambulance has arrived," the operator spoke. "Is there someone who can open the door?"

"Just me," he lamented. "Ah, the spare key! It's in the hanging basket. Please hurry.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered to you as regret over the wasted time filled his eyes with tears. Lee Know could tell he was at the end of his tether as everything caught up to him, both the physical exertion of administering CPR and the mental trauma of finding the love of his life in this position.

Continued praise and assurance came through the phone until the paramedics were beside him. One knelt immediately, moving their hands towards your chest.

"Great job, I've got it from here," they assured your exhausted boyfriend.

It took a gentle tap from the paramedic to snap Lee Know out of his focussed state, at which point he slumped backwards, his eyes never leaving you. Panting for breath, he could only watch helplessly as an oxygen mask was placed over your face and the other paramedic began attaching the defibrillator to your chest.

No longer able to actively help you, the stress and panic caught up to him and the tears began to pour from Lee Know's eyes. All he could do now was sit and pray for the moment the machine would declare a stable heartbeat. Terrified he hadn't done enough to save you.

(A/N: In case you ever need to use it, this was written by two trained First Aiders, the CPR technique here is what First Aid and Paramedics here in the UK are taught. If you don’t want to administer rescue breaths, you can just do compressions, but chance of survival is higher with the breaths.)

Changbin

​It had been the most perfect day. When Changbin had told you he was going to cheer you up he had really meant it. Being aware of your diagnosis, and having sensed a recent dip in your mood, he had pulled out all the stops to give you at least one day's respite from the relentless torment you brain was putting you through.

The perfection began with a ring of your doorbell. Pulling the door open, you were greeted by your boyfriend's pouty smile shining through a bunch of your favourite flowers.

"Huh, I was expecting my boyfriend, but all I see is some floating flowers."

Binnie flushed, dropping the aegyo slightly as he glanced down at your compliment before confidently puffing out his chest.

"Suprise, he's right here," he said, lowering the flowers as he pecked your cheek. "You look even more beautiful than this measly bunch though."

It was your turn to be flustered now, taking the opportunity to hide by putting on your shoes.

"Where are we going then?" you say in an attempt to change the subject.

"Everywhere," Changbin announced with a cheeky grin.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, before quickly grabbing the flowers from him and running to pop them in water.

"You're really not going to tell me?" you called out as he waited for you by the door.

"You'll see when we get there."

"Stating the obvious, but ok," you sassed as you returned to him.

"Ready?" he asked, offering you his arm.

"Of course," you replied, hooking your arm through his.

As the two of ventured out, you remembered thinking to yourself that by now you really should have known better than to underestimate your boyfriend. When he said you were going everywhere he really meant it. You started at the aquarium, the pair of you naming some of the fish and inventing little sitcom-esque scenarios for them.

From there he led you to the bubble tea place you'd been talking about visiting for ages. Then round the corner to your favourite food stall, where you delighted in feeding each other ssambap.

"Yah," he shouted at you when you began to close a meatless wrap.

"What?" you asked, innocently.

"Surely I've not fallen in love with someone as cruel as Han!"

You froze for a moment. "Fallen in love?"

"I thought you knew that," he replied. "I don't plan elaborate dates for just anyone."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, before adding some meat to the food parcel in your hands and feeding it to your boyfriend.

He then took you shopping, eventually confiscating your card when you tried to pay for your own things one too many times. Complaining that all he wanted to do was treat his partner and you were making it much harder than it should be. You could tell he was so proud to be able buy whatever you wanted so you conceded, starting to deliberately pick up cheaper items. Until he led you to a very expensive jewellery store.

"Binnie, don't waste your money on me," you pleaded.

He stopped, turning to you and taking your face in his hands. "You are not a waste of money," he told you, carefully and deliberately.

You just nodded and allowed him to disappear for a moment, presumably to pick something out for you. When he returned, apparently empty handed, you dropped the subject and allowed him to take you home.

As you entered your house, you turned to your boyfriend.

"Thank you, Binnie," you told him, smiling a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, this was perfect, I just don't want it to end."

"Me neither," he agreed, leaning into kiss you.

You placed a hand on the back of his neck, holding him close for a moment longer, savouring the love you felt in his touch.

"See you soon," he smiled pulling away.

"I love you," you replied with a little wave slowly closing the door.

"Love you, too," Changbin replied, refusing to turn away until the door had closed completely.

Binnie was halfway back to his place when he realised his mistake. The surprise gift he bought you.

"Yah pabo," he mumbled to himself, "You forgot the highlight of the day!"

He turned around and rushed back to yours, today had to be completely perfect and, of course, he'd mess up the best part. At least it meant he'd get to see you again today. He chuckled to himself. How did he miss you already? It had only been around 10 minutes since he said goodbye, but he was overjoyed at the thought of seeing you again. Imagining how your face would light up when you saw his gift, that complete smile he hadn't seen in a while, had his heart racing.

He let himself in this time, wanting it to be a total surprise for you, but before he could call out your name, he heard a loud thud upstairs. Worried you could have tripped and hurt yourself he ran upstairs calling out for you. As he rounded the top of your stairs he could see in through your open doorway. His world stopped.

It was as your eyes met his that the regret kicked in. You began to struggle, clawing at the rope around your neck as your legs helplessly flailed around. He could see the panic in your eyes. His body then kicked into gear, running towards you. One arm wrapped around the top of your legs, supporting your waist as his free hand helped you pull the rope away from your neck.

He shifted your weight so that you would fall against your bed, cushioning the landing as much as he could with his arms around you.

"Why?" was the first thing he said. "Jagi, why?"

You couldn't answer as you simply curled up against him, sobbing into his chest. As you fell apart in his arms, he managed to pull out his phone to call an ambulance. During the wait, he couldn't stop the thoughts circling his mind.

Why? Was his love not enough? After this perfect day... Was he not enough?

Hyunjin

"Jinnie, come on, it's not going anywhere, just come home and sleep on it," you begged as your boyfriend insisted on running his routine again.

"No, I can fix this one bit."

"It doesn't need fixing, you're just being a perfectionist," you continued.

"Of course, you don't think it needs fixing," Hyunjin bit back. "It's not like you know anything about dance."

Instead of rising to his comment, you simply started to gather your things and head out.

"Jagi?" Hyunjin questioned harshly as you reached the door.

"Just fix your stupid dance if it's that important to you," you sighed, exasperated as you left the room.

"Fine, I will," he called after you, turning back to the mirror as the door slammed shut behind you.

The longer he spent practicing the more he felt his frustration ebb away. After the 5th run through, he finally felt ready for a rational conversation with you. Just as he was turning off the music he heard the door to the practice room swing open.

"Ah, jagi, I'm sorry," he said without turning.

"It's ok, yeobo, I forgive you."

Hyunjin straightened suddenly, turning to see Lee Know stood in the doorway. "I thought you were Y/N," he blushed, sighing at his hyung.

"Being a petty boyfriend again?" Lee Know teased.

Hyunjin just pouted and rolled his eyes as he finished clearing up.

"Just thought I'd make sure you weren't working yourself to death in here," the older boy commented. "Pleased you're packing up, now go apologise, pabo."

Hyunjin scoffed, shoulder checking Lee Know on the way out. "You're the only member of paboracha here," he muttered under his breath, before disappearing down the corridor.

"Update me when you've fixed things... PABO," Lee Know shouted after him.

Almost automatically Hyunjin headed to yours, knocking a few times on the front door. When there was no answer, he sighed dramatically as he bent to grab your spare key from its hiding place.

"Jagi, I'm home!" Hyunjin called out as he came through the door. "And I'm sorry," he added as adorably as he possibly could.

He carefully toed off his shoes before padding through the house in search of signs of life. When he reached the landing and heard water running in the bathroom, he wasn't at all surprised. A bath always was one of your favourite ways to relax.

"Jagi," he said softly, tapping on the door. "I know I was blunt with you back there, but I'm sorry."

He waited for a reply, but none came.

"Yah, jagi! Come on," he whined. "You don't have to shut me out. I'm apologising."

Your persistent silence had the frustration building within him again.

"I just want a conversation with you," he tried, rapping on the door again. "Yah, why are you always like this? One little thing doesn't go your way and you get so annoying."

His forehead slumped against the door as he waited for you to rise to the bait.

As time went on, he realised the only sound was of running water. He hadn't even noticed any signs of movement beyond the door. Listening closer he realised something about the water didn't sound right. Was it flowing onto the floor?

"Jagi?" he called again, more urgency in his voice now. He turned the door handle, so expecting it to be unlocked that he almost walked into it when it didn't budge.

He frantically rattled the handle some more.

"Y/N?" he called again, desperately trying to get in.

He barely felt the pain in his shoulder as he repeatedly threw his full body weight into the door while screaming out your name. With a dull thud he fell through on to the bathroom floor. As he began to fully register his surroundings, he quickly realised the water he was kneeling in did not look how he expected, it was swirled with red.

A desperate hope flashed through his mind as he prayed that you had simply fallen asleep with a bath bomb. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but to Hyunjin,  he had been frozen on that floor for hours, willing himself to look up, to reach you, to help.

Once his body began moving again, it went into autopilot, pulling you from the bathtub. His heart shattered as you both landed on the floor, your body limp on top of him. As he fumbled, grabbing for the closest towel he noticed a flutter of your eyelids, prompting him to speak.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled through his tears. "I love you, you're not annoying. You're mine and I love you and I'm sorry," he began to ramble wrapping towels around your wrists as best he could before reaching for his phone.

It didn't take long for the ambulance to reach you, but the whole time he was waiting he continued to ramble sweet nothings, desperate that, if this was the end, the last things you heard were not going to be his harsh words. He needed you to know, you were loved.

NAVIGATION |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[rggie]

hiiii, can i request a scenario with silver x gn!reader where they went stargazing together bc he found his s/o still awake in middle of the night? thank you!! 🌌

stargazing

character(s): silver

cw: gn!reader, sfw, fluff, established relationship, unedited. wc: 1k

despite his incurable affliction of lethargy, it’s not out of the ordinary for silver to be up late at night. this was due to his father always asking to play video games with him. “come on, let’s beat just one more boss!” “father, i still don’t know the controls.”

he has no interest in such activities, which is why he busies himself with late night escapades; not only does he get out of his father’s hair, but he’s also able to practice staying awake and ensure there are no trespassers trying to assassinate malleus on campus, so it’s a win-win.

he doesn’t expect to run into someone halfway through his usual route, sprawled on the grass behind one of the campus benches.

initially, he had thought they were seriously hurt. or even worse, an intruder, a fiend out for malleus’ blood!

he’s prepared for combat as he approaches in a fighting stance with his magic pen at the ready, until he recognises your pyjamas (you’ve had numerous sleepovers wearing them) and relaxes his shoulders, knowing of your tendency to sometimes give into juvenile fancy.

your head is tilted upwards and your arms are wrapped around yourself as though it’d save you from the biting late-summer breeze. his first course of action is to make sure you’re okay. if you’re troubled, he’ll lend you an ear. if you don’t want to talk, then he will do his best to soothe you, easing away any pains you have. whatever he was doing before—walking?—is promptly discarded, his new agenda only to escort you home.

“silver, what are you doing out here? are you sleepwalking?” you beckon him over, patting at the empty spot beside you. he smiles fondly at your jest, before surveying your surroundings. you have half the mind to tell him his presence alone is a sufficient source of security already, but before you know it he’s already lying down, making sure to leave a bit of space in between the two of you.

“i’m very much awake,” he’s serious. his senses feel amplified: the high-pitched buzz of cicadas droning in his ears are harmonious, his vision suddenly enabling him to see a little further than before. he can almost make out your tired features in the dark, softened by the moons’ gaze. perhaps when he stands up, he’ll also have a spring in his step. “unless i’m dreaming of you.”

it’s strange. silver’s slightly sleepy voice gives more warmth to you than your futile attempt to keep yourself heated with your hands. you laugh rather softly.

“you still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” you lock eyes with your boyfriend who is visibly struggling to keep his eyes open.

“i just want to be here with you.” he says blankly, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“that’s not what i meant!” you laugh again, louder this time, worried that if you raise your voice any more it may wake the school up, ruining the peace you have with your boyfriend currently.

“oh…?” he blinks in realisation, before chuckling, tiny tremors erupting from his chest. “sorry. i was just taking my nightly stroll.”

he thinks he’s hiding how sleepy he is well, but his languid movement to close the gap he left between you and guide your head to rest on his shoulder was more than enough for you to know he was probably half-asleep already.

he wouldn’t have done that in a conscious state, always being apprehensive when it came to you and your personal space. he’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable. silver has always been like this, even before the two of you were dating. it comes with his devotion and fierce loyalty; he wouldn’t dare hinder the trust you both have in each other. that would be an act of treason.

you stare at him, heavy-lidded, and he’s staring back in the same state, fatigue grasping at his eyes and body—but silver would not lose to the curse of slumber. he refused to miss out on sharing an intimate moment with you. he’s trying so hard to stay wide-eyed.

silver, staring intently: (⊙_⊙)

you: (o_O)!

flustered, you break eye-contact and focus on the sky.

the exchanges that follow are wordless, but not unnoticed. you’re prodding his side, index-finger trailing along constellations he didn’t know the name of. he’s coaxing you inwards, just close enough so that his hair tickles your forehead, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your own.

knowing nothing about astrology, silver points out constellations that look like mundane things.

“this looks like a crab.” he scratches his cheek. “sorry.. i don’t know the actual names.. it really does just look like a crab.”

he says it with such a poker-face you can’t help but giggle, and then his eyes crinkle and his brows raise and—ah, now he’s giggling too.

silver was a boy often labelled as enigmatic, or even stoic … yet tonight, he resembled the cloudless sky. you were seeing all of it, and all of him with newfound clarity.

perhaps you were rubbing off on him. he too he was giving into his own childish whim to hold you closer to his heart.

and maybe the two of you are blessed by the universe as a shooting star appears, rocketing across the boundless sky. your excitement upon noticing it is contagious, and so he too becomes skittish at the sight, lacing your fingers with his own and pulling them to his lips as he gives them a chaste kiss. “silver, quickly make a wish!” you’re telling him before screwing your eyes shut and making your own.

he looks at you tenderly. he already has everything he wishes for.

but he indulges in a childish whim for the second time that night. just for your sake.

<-

[jisungsmochi]

helping you through a tough time

some scenarios where the dreamies would try to comfort you after you’ve been feeling down for a while

(lowkey was in my feels while writing so it may be a bit sad )): BUT THERES FLUFF I PROMISE)

//

mark:

mark is quite observant, so he had noticed that you weren’t being yourself lately. but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up with you. at times, he would try to make small jokes but it wasn’t enough to fully put a smile on your face.

“hey, where’s that smile i adore so much?”

you felt bad for making him worry, but you too weren’t even sure what was bothering you. you just thought that maybe life just felt overwhelming or you were just an emotional person. whatever it was, mark wanted to help you.

“i-i’m sorry for being so weird lately, something has to be wrong with me” his face immediately drops. he moved to he was sitting across from you, making sure you were looking right at him.

“don’t say that! you are entitled to feel however you feel, i just want to know how i can help” you saw the concern in his eyes and couldn’t contain how much admiration you had for him. you let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer to him, placing your head in his shoulder.

“i think just being in your company is enough to make me forget about everything else” his heart fluttered at your words.

“i’ll always be here for you” he placed his arm around you, gently stroking the surface of your shoulder.

“that’s all i need” you moved to place a soft kiss to his jaw as he switched on the tv.

the rest of the night was filled with him asking if you were okay, making sure you were comfortable, and a few kisses.

“if you ever need a night like this again, i better be the first person you call” mark mumbles as he plays with your hair while your head rested on his lap.

“i’ve got you on speed dial” you softly giggle as his heart warmed even more. he didn’t have to do much to comfort you. all he needed to do was be there. simple enough, just like many things in your relationship. mark hated confrontation and conflict, he hated not being able to help others. but he also realised he needs to let you come to him and explain what you need, to make things work.

renjun:

he immediately assumes that space would be the best remedy, since it’s what he would usually want. but you were different from renjun. you often overthought, making up worst case scenarios for every little thing that could possible happen in your life. renjun’s mind was more open that yours, that’s for sure. he never worried about many things, so seeing you being so quiet and reserved, raised much concern in him. usually you would meet him halfway with his rambling about random topics. but you hadn’t been engaging in much of your usual banter.

“hey babe, a-are you alright?” renjun sat down with you on your bedroom floor as you were typing an essay on your laptop.

“never better” he could tell you were being sarcastic.

“seriously, what’s up? you haven’t been chatty as usual” he moved to shut the screen of your laptop, moving it onto your bed. you knew you had to open up to him, but it was hard when you didn’t even know what was wrong.

“i just have this sinking feeling in my chest that something bad will happen. or i end up being a failure in life” you could barely look at him, but his shoulders suddenly fell. how could you say such things about yourself?

“y/n, you are one of the brightest people i’ve ever met. our conversations are truly one of a kind, i can never talk to anyone the way i do with you. you are in no way, shape or form, a failure. yes we make mistakes, but that’s because we’re young, we have to learn from them” you listened closely to every word that left his mouth. he’s always had such a way with words.

you immediately felt yourself tear up, allowing him to hold you close to his chest.

“i just want to do well, for me and for everyone else”

“and i’ll help you every step of the way, you’re not alone, okay?” you nodded as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

to you, renjun was a calmness during the storm.

jeno:

he would be confused when you don’t respond as enthusiastically as you usually would. at first he just assumes you’re having an off day due to your busy schedule, but then he noticed it had been going on for much longer than he liked to see.

“let’s go out tonight” he brought up to you, hugging you from behind. you just sighed, not feeling up for leaving your apartment.

“not tonight, maybe some other time” you try to pull away from him, but he was hesitant to let you go.

“is everything okay? did i do something? are you angry with me?” you immediately freeze, turning to face him as he still held you in his arms.

“no of course not, i’m not mad at all” you felt jeno’s grip relax, his composure becoming more calm.

“then why have you been so quiet lately?” he didn’t want to make it seem like he was trying to start an argument.

“i just haven’t been feeling the best. i cant really explain it with words” you shrug, bringing your hands to gently stroke the hair at the back of his head as he leaned in closer to you.

“well i don’t like seeing you like this. let me try to cheer you up, okay?” he pouted softly as you started getting emotional. you hadn’t had many relationships before, but you truly felt jeno could be the one. the way he cared so deeply about you, he would try to do anything to make sure you were happy.

“hmm a warm bath with you seems really tempting right now” you allow yourself to smile as jeno perks up.

“i like the sound of that! i’ll pour some fancy wine that jaemin got us a while ago! meet you in the tub” he quickly presses his lips to yours, pulling away to grab the wine glasses. you just shake your head in amusement, this was your life now. and you were beyond lucky to have jeno be a huge part of it.

haechan:

he would try his best to analyse the situation before he opens his mouth. he would usually crack some jokes, maybe nudge you softly if he saw that you were grumpy or in a mood. but something in his head told him you weren’t just having a bad day. it was unusual to see haechan be so quiet, so you end up asking him if he was alright.

“i’m fine, babe. i want to know if you’re alright though” the mood shifted, it become more still and serious. you gulped, your body feeling numb.

“i-i’m okay” you weakly answer, watching as he gave you a blank look. he knew you were lying, he knew you too well.

“please don’t lie to me” his voice became softer, he wanted nothing more than to see you laugh. he wanted to see your head fall back as you let out the most adorable laughs he had ever heard.

“i’m not sure what’s wrong. i just feel down, and i’m not sure how to get over it” your words shattered him. his mind was spiralling with ways to cheer you up.

“i’m all ears. i’m here for you, okay? anything you want to get off your chest, i’m here” he carefully held your hands in his own, gently rubbing his thumbs over the surface.

“i know, y-you’re amazing” you whispered, looking him in the eyes. he couldn’t help but smile at how you were looking at him. anything you did, could melt him into a puddle.

“i love you so much” he mumbled, moving closer to your face as he gently placed a kiss to your lips.

“i love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

the rest of the day, he made sure to do all your favourite activities, whether that was playing silly card games, baking cupcakes or mimicking cringy tv shows together. he was able to both cheer you up, and make you realise how inlove with him you actually were.

jaemin:

he would be hesitant to confront you head on, in the case that you weren’t even sad or mad. but something in his gut was telling him something was wrong. you hadn’t left your room all day, only a few times to eat something small before telling jaemin you had to finish an assignment. it was just past midnight when you heard jaemin knock at your door. he waited for your signal before entering, eyes landing on your sitting on your bed. he noticed you had a few tissues on your bedside table, your eyes were slightly puffy and your face looked flushed.

“love...what’s going on?” he whispered to himself, walking over to snuggle in bed with you.

“just not having the best days lately” you shrugged, letting out a small sniffle. although jaemin found you adorable right now, he felt bad that he didn’t bring it up earlier.

“have you been crying?” you almost didn’t want to answer, but you knew he could tell. you slowly nodded, refusing to face him. jaemin just sighed, moving your head to lay on his shoulder.

“i want you to cry on my shoulder the next time you’re upset. it’s reserved just for you” jaemin smiled at his own words, watching as a small smile landed on your face.

“i should have come to you earlier, i didn’t want to burden you with my overwhelming emotions” he looked at you, confused.

“babe, you’re not a burden to me at all. why do you feel bad for having emotions, hm?” jaemin nudges you off his shoulder, shifting to place his hands to the sides of your face. another tear left your eye as you finally looked at him. he was so worried. he was deeply inlove.

“i’ve always been like this” you whispered as he wiped the tears from your face.

“well, i’m here to help you, so please let me know what i can do” you weren’t even thinking before you kissed him.

“ah now i know” he joked before kissing you back.

you regretted not opening up to jaemin, but you sure as hell don’t regret kissing him. you hoped this feeling never stopped.

chenle:

he’d be quite clueless with how to ask you how you were feeling. you both didn’t take these things seriously. it was rare you had any heated arguments or moments to talk deeply about your feelings, since you started dating. but there’s a first time for everything. chenle, himself, wasn’t the most transparent person in the world. he didn’t like to let others know if he was struggling, so you were both similar in that way. chenle took it upon himself to ask you how you were doing, he wanted to be like how he wished someone would approach him.

“h-hey, i’ve noticed you’ve kind of been out of it lately, i just want to make sure that things are okay” he seated you down after you declined going to the weekly dreamies hangout.

you froze at his words, how were you meant to respond? do you take the easy way out and just shut it down or do you be transparent?

he could practically see the cogs spinning in your mind.

“well personally, whenever i’m feeling out of it, i like to talk to you. you make me laugh with your dumb jokes and your rambling makes me start rambling too, if that makes sense” you knew what he was doing, he was trying to get you to open up, to rely on him.

“i like talking to you too...seeing you always makes my day” you slowly ease into the conversation, the atmosphere instantly becoming more calm. chenle nodded, urging you to continue,

“i’ve been dealing with some insecurities. it has nothing to do with us or our relationship, just me” you shrugged, watching as chenle listened closely to you. he wanted to understand every part of you, the way you feel, the way you thought about things in life.

“as relieved i am to hear you’re not having doubts about us, i can’t help but worry. as your boyfriend, i want to help you, could you let me do that?” chenle felt like he might have been asking for too much but you didn’t think that at all.

“o-of course. i just wasn’t sure when the right time was to get this deep with you” you admitted, chenle finally understood. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, but rather your fear he might not understand you.

“well i’m all ears, i’ll be more than happy to let you into my own thoughts too” the rest of the night was filled with deep conversations until the early hours of the morning. you felt asleep in his arms, feeling happier than you had ever been.

jisung:

he’s not as clueless as people think he is. he is aware of other people’s emotions, but just felt awkward talking about it. but being in a relationship served as a test for jisung. was he ready to delve into his own emotions while also caring for someone else’s?

after you shrugged off one of his hugs, he was beyond stunned. obviously you were entitled to deny affection if you weren’t feeling it, but it was the first time it had happened in your relationship. he wasn’t sure how to react. he watched as you slumped yourself on the couch, wrapping yourself in your favourite blanket as you stared aimlessly at the tv. jisung paced back and forth in the kitchen, wondering if he would be able to help you feel better. he scrambled through the cabinets, preparing you a matcha latte. he noticed you drank it whenever you were stressed or needed to calm down. so why not now?

“i-i made this for you” he slowly placed the warm drink on the coffee table, causing you to sit up.

“thanks sungie” you look at him, signalling for him to sit down next to you.

“are you feeling okay? did something happen today? you know you can tell me anything” you were slightly taken back by his straight forward words. but you were appreciative of his concern.

“ah well, today wasn’t the best day. actually, i’ve been feeling quite empty lately. i’m not too sure why, do you get that too?” you carefully took a sip of the warm drink, sighing at how good it tasted.

“sometimes i guess. like nothing in the world really matters. i mean we’re just on some floating rock! and we’re expected to be successful and happy at the same time, it’s kind of hard to imagine” he suddenly felt a weight, he didn’t even know was there, lift off his shoulders.

“exactly! that’s how i’ve been feeling too. i just keep it all inside, i’m not sure why” you leant back on the couch, jisung copied your movements. he snuggled close to you, basically enveloping you in a warm hug.

“i think it’s nice that we can talk like this. you’re the only person i want to talk to about these things” he admitted, his breath fanning over your cheek. your noses softly brushed against eachother, making you both giggle.

“same here” you move to kiss him, quickly pulling away. but jisung pulls your right back into him. you didn’t have to feel so alone, neither did jisung. you felt you could navigate this relationship, and life, together.

[amaya-writes]

hi! can you do B from the SFW list for your 900 followers event with any of the Obey Me! boys you’d like (including dateables)? i love me some angst

congratulations for 900 you deserve many more!! <3

Ask 16 for the Game: Obey Me Break Up Scenarios (Masterlist)

B - Break-up

Notes: I might have gone a little too far with these lol. Was going to do Belphie and Simeon too but it's super late here and I just know I won't have time to write for them :( also btw i love your blog!

Warnings: break-up themes, unrequited feelings/love, Asmo's is honestly lowkey rude.

Characters involved: Leviathan, Asmodeus

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Leviathan

"You don't mean that."

You sounded almost shattered as you uttered the words, making Levi squirm uncomfortably in his gaming chair.

Pain seeped through your form, yet somehow it wasn't due to the way your knees had given out and clashed against the floor or the way your throat felt uncomfortable like a lump had formed in it.

No, it was the emotional kind of pain. The kind that had tears streaming down your face as your lip trembled pathetically.

All you wanted was to join Levi on his chair and curl up in his lap while his tail and arms wrapped around you comfortingly, yet you knew that comfort was unattainable, after all, it had just been snatched away from you moments ago.

Perhaps that was what made this so much worse: the fact that you sought comfort in the arms of the very thing that brought you pain.

The fact that you had been so far gone, so wholly consumed by your love for him, that you hadn't even realised Leviathan didn't feel the same way.

"I do."

It felt like his tail was curling around your heart the more he spoke, as if he was physically squeezing the life out of you and stealing away your feelings.

Leviathan sounded almost unaffected as he said the words. Actually, he was unaffected, so much so it made more tears cascade down your cheeks as you heard him continue.

"Look, this was fun and all, but I just don't feel what you think I do, and I don't want to lead you on that way."

Fun and all.

How could he be so casual about this? How could Leviathan act like he was reviewing a bad anime rather than breaking up with the person he had been with for almost a year?

The questions whirled through your mind one after the other, yet through it all the only thing you could focus on was the flashing lights behind him.

He had even loaded up his game.

The sight made you scoff and shake your head, with one of your hands finally reaching up to wipe away the tears and snot.

It didn't matter that they were replaced with fresh ones almost immediately, for you were already halfway out the door before you could even think about giving in and speaking your mind.

As you walked out the door, you couldn't help but think back on all the moments you had shared together.

If only you had known it would all end with you as the fool scrambling for affection, perhaps you wouldn't have allowed your love for him to consume you so completely.

If only you hadn't been blind enough to think he loved you, maybe you could have saved your poor little heart from Leviathan's clutches.

Asmodeus

Asmo's hand trailed lower and lower as he deepened the kiss, with his touch being intoxicating enough to make you almost forget about what was on your mind.

Almost being the keyword.

And you were glad that you chose not to, for if you hadn't, you would have suffered through something so much worse than what was in store for you.

"Asmo-"

He hummed against your neck as you spoke, but his lips faltered the second he realised his name held more apprehension than affection.

"What is it, dove?"

You could he wasn't really taking you seriously with the way his fingers twirled stray strands of your hair in a way that was supposed to put you at ease but really just distracted you from your original thoughts.

However, you were hell-bent on expressing yourself, and quickly slid back on the bed to put enough distance between the two of you for his hands to fall away.

"I- well-"

You didn't even realise you were fiddling with your fingers until his hand covered yours, prompting you to look up at him.

"Spit it out."

Suddenly, Asmodeus seemed a lot more malicious than he did before, but the slither of annoyance in his voice vanished almost as quick as it came.

"Did you have sex with that witch?"

He paused for a moment, genuinely contemplating your question before letting out a little giggle and once again holding onto your waist so you could be close enough to kiss.

"Aw, are you jealous?"

"Jealous?"

He must have sensed how confused you were with the predicament because Asmodeus finally cut to the chase and dropped the final nail in your coffin.

"Come on, dove, you didn't really think just because we had sex a couple of times I would abandon my sin and fall in love with you, did you?"

It was that nickname again, the one you had come to love over the past few months, yet this time the butterflies in your stomach weren't just nervous flutters of affection, but harsh waves of anger and betrayal that swarmed your stomach until everything felt like too much and you were spilling over before you could stop yourself.

"What do you mean? You said I was yours."

"For the night, yes. And even then, I never said I was yours, now did I?"

Asmodeus seemed more confused than you did with the predicament, but his confusion quickly morphed into annoyance when your first tear fell.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that! It's not my fault you fell for my beauty and charms."

Asmodeus kissed away the stray tear with a grin on his face, leaning closer until his lips were hovering a breath away from yours.

"I can't give you my love, but I can make you feel divine."

His words held more truth than you would have liked to admit, but at the end of the day, the fact of the matter was that he didn't love or care for you as much as you did him.

It hurt, really, it did. Yet in a way, it was the pain that made you pull away for the final time.

It was the pain that guided you out of his room even with blurred vision, for even if you had just gotten your heart broken, it was far too early to hand your self-worth over to him.

That, however, didn't stop you from collapsing in the hallway as you thought over everything you had felt for him, and how in the end, it had meant nothing to Asmodeus.

[anonymousfiction211]

Okay first off Hi!! I just found your Tumblr and I love your writing! So I wanted to request something. This may sound odd but a fic where the tesseract turns into a human? Lol... I was watching avengers and at the beggining Dr. Selvig referred to the tessrract as a her. (Reader doesn't have to be a female! Totally up to what your comfy with! But fluff or light smut. Maybe loki is possessive of them? Sorry if that was way to specific or not enough. I've never requested something before...So you totally can ignore this if it's bad. Thanks💓

A/N: Thank you so much for the compliments! I never thought about this scenario and I loved it! Your request can be as specific or vague as you want, depending on how much room for interpretation you want. Hope you like it :). I followed the Avengers plot, so Loki is in his underground base.

His Kjæreste 'Excuse me, WHAT?’ Loki roared. Are these midgardians going mad?

There was sweat breaking out on Dr. Selvig’s forehead. He trembled slightly when Loki raised his voice. ‘I- It’s.. We we’re done with building your weapon. And suddenly she changed’ Dr. Selvig tried to explain again.

‘She?’ Loki asked.

‘Yeah, the Tesseract suddenly changed into a woman’ Dr. Selvig answered.

Loki held his hand up, not interested in anything Dr. Selvig had to say. If Loki hadn’t put him under mind control he would have expected this to be a poorly executed plan. Now he wondered what chemical reaction in the lab had caused all his servants to imagine something ridiculous as this. He got up from his seat and quickly paced towards the lab. Dr. Selvig was stumbling behind him, trying to keep up.

The doors of the lab burst open right before Loki entered. What is magic for if not a dramatic entrance? he thought. Hoping it would remind his servants of the strength and power he holds. He scanned the lab with his eyes. There were two guards on either side of the door who visibly flinched, which made him smirk. Barton was in the middle of the lab, staring at the corner. She stood in the corner. A beautiful young woman, pushing herself against the wall in the hopes she would disappear. She tried to hide her facial expression under her wavy brown hair. When she looked at Loki he noticed her ocean blue eyes, eyes in which he could drown.

It took Loki a moment to realise the woman was naked. No wonder she is scared Loki thought. He saw that Barton had grabbed a lab coat from the chair and he was making his way over to the woman. Loki wasn’t having it. He practically sprinted towards Barton and pushed him aside. The woman watched this exchange curiously.

‘Everybody leave’ Loki growled. Without hesitation, every brainless servant quickly made their way outside. ‘Barton, close the door’ Loki added. When he heard the doors closing he turned his attention back to the woman, who was still cowering in the corner.

‘Relax, beautiful. I’m not going to hurt you’ Loki cooed as softly as he could. He slowly made his way over to the corner. The woman eyed him with slight fear, but he noticed the curious twinkle in her eyes. Loki let his eyes wander her body when he approached, not hiding that he liked what he saw. When he stood right before her he took off his leather jacket and helped her into it. She was hesitant but accepted. He zipped the jacked up, she was much smaller than him and it looked like a dress on her.

She flinched when Loki grabbed her chin. He made her look at him and he looked intensely in her eyes. Her eye colour was the bluest Loki had ever seen. It was hypnotizing. He didn’t question if this woman were the Tesseract, he could feel it. The amazing feeling of power that attracted Loki in the first place, was still emitting from her. He couldn’t help but inhale the scent of her hair. And he didn’t fail to notice that made her blush.

‘Interesting, I didn’t know you could change forms’ Loki said.

‘I don’t do it very often’ the beautiful woman whispered to him.

‘Hmm.. and do you have a name?’ Loki asked while his lips caressed her neck. The woman holds her head back, giving him better access. Her breathing has sped up and Loki could tell she was suppressing a moan.

‘No, just the Tesseract’ she answered.

‘That will not do, I’ll call you my Kjæreste for now’ Loki said.

With a snap of his fingers, the lab doors opened. Barton walked through but stopped halfway through the lab. ‘Sire?’ he asked.

‘Will you escort my Kjæreste to my room. After that I need you to find her some clothes and fetch her something to eat and drink’ he ordered Barton. ‘I will be with you shortly’ Loki told her and gave her a kiss on her cheek. When she giggled his whole face lit up, that was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He reluctantly pulled himself away from her and walked towards the exit. Right before he left he turned around. He saw that Barton had exchanged his hand, not clear of his intention Loki wasn’t having it.

‘The first person who touches her dies a very painful death by my own hand. That is not a threat, but a promise. Make sure everyone knows’ he said. He smirked when Barton quickly put his hand back down his side and made his Kjæreste follow him to his room. As much as Loki had wanted to escort her himself, he unfortunately had some things to work out before he could make his move on this pathetic little planet.

After an hour Loki was done and he walked back to his room. He was excited to see his Kjæreste in a beautiful green gown reading a book on the couch. When he entered she put her book away and smiled brightly at her. Before he could go to her there was a knock on the door. Loki opened the door to see one of his guards standing with a plate of food and a variety of drinks. The guard tried to peek over Loki’s shoulder to get a look at the woman. Loki quickly grabbed the plate and shoved the door back in his face. Apparently, he wasn’t the only person in the building drawn to her, but he is damned to let anyone else have her.

He walked towards her with the plate. ‘You hungry?’ he asked.

She nodded and got up from the couch to accept the food, but Loki had different plants. He sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap in one motion. She gasped but giggled when he kissed her neck. He sat the plate on her lap and started to feed her a variety of finger food and drinks.

‘Why did you change your form if I may ask?’ he asked in between feeding her.

‘I thought this form might be more appealing towards you’ she blushed.

‘Hmm, I do like you in this form. But why now?’ Loki purred.

‘I saw your plans for this planet. Now that you have build your weapon I thought I could help you in other ways’ she answered.

‘Other ways?’ Loki asked suggestively, liking where this was going.

She nodded ‘I still have all my powers in this form. Why stop at one planet? We could take them all’ she said.

That took Loki back a bit. ‘You want to concur all the nine realms with me?’

‘Of course, you’re very powerful. And a king’ she said.

The wheels in Loki’s head were spinning. If she were willing to help him, they could take all the nine realms. She is connected to the other stones, he could get them before Thanos and take everything he deserved. And this while having a beautiful queen by his side. She looked questioningly at him when he didn’t answer.

‘Unless this is not what you want? I can revert back if that is what you prefer’ she said while averting his gaze.

Loki pulled her closer against him and started to cover her neck in bite marks. ‘You do no such thing. You’re MINE and I’m keeping you’ he growled.

After she had eaten enough he showed her around his base. He loved the way her arm linked with his and how she put her head against his upper arm sometimes. The word that Loki would kill everyone who touched her had gotten around quickly. Almost every man immediately averted their gaze when they saw her. Despite that, Loki made sure to mark her neck clearly for everyone to see. She didn’t seem to mind. Apparently, she was as drawn to him as he was to her. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow when the two of them would start to plot their schemes.

By the end of the night, he escorted her back to his room. Their room. He loved how she blushed when he pulled her close against him. Then Loki did something he wanted to do the first time he saw her. He gave a deep kiss, making her knees go weak. He supported her with his arms and walked her towards their bed. ‘I’m going to make you scream my name so loud, everyone on this planet will know you belong to me’ he growled. And he meant it. Nothing and nobody would ever take her away from him. His Kjæreste.

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