#somnia things

[roetrolls]

I really want Somnia and Nymira to to be close 😭 Somnis seems to care much more than he always let's on

Their relationship definitely suffered a lot from how they were raised. It was neither of their faults, but the scars it left were deep.

Somnia wanted to connect with her. (This drabble was half dream, half memory, so it gets a little funky, but the things it says about their relationship are completely accurate)

Nymira was raised to look to Cylion for everything. He was more like a parent than a brother to her at times. And that also meant they had a bond that Somnia couldn't hope to replicate.

She always wanted Cylion. She was attached to Cylion. And that just compounded the feelings of rejection and inadequacy he felt over being the only one of them that wasn't "special"

As they got older, that gulf widened. It turned into bitterness. Somnia does love and care for Nymira, but he had so many frustrations that he only knew how to vent by looking down on her.

And like. Somnia sucks! He's mean! He's talked a lot of shit about Nymira behind her back and he was fully on board with whatever gaslighting they used to keep things from spiraling out of their control. He was really, really bad to her.

But he does also love her. He delighted in knowing things she didn't, but he never took joy in her distress.

Now that she's gone, and he's realized the world isn't going to come crashing down if the status quo changes, he's been jostled from the detachment he fostered for so long and has been forced to confront... why did we hurt her for so long?

And. I think they both have things to apologize for. Somnia far more, especially with how blasé he was about it. This is NOT a matter of blame being equal or anything like that. But as a separate issue, Nymira never returned his efforts to be close. Which was understandable as a child, and didn't come from malice as an adult, but still left a stain on their relationship. If Cylion was available, she wanted Cylion. That stings!

ALL THAT TO SAY.

There is so much baggage in the way of those two becoming truly close. But there is enough love at the core of it for that kind of reconciliation to be possible.

And well.

You guys know me.

I love a happy ending.

[lambouillet]

silly little jester !

[tildeathiwillwrite]

That feeling when you're writing a scene and decide you need to mention coordinates so you spend an hour making a fantasy map just so you can overlay a grid to make actual coordinates from an arbitrary origin point when you could've just made the character not specify the coordinates.

[sunnetrolls]

👀 Astie how badly do you miss your husband when he’s gone?

"Distance is meaningless when all I need to be with my husband is a day's rest."

[blualt]

"why do you keep naming ocs latin words" why dont you suck my di-

[warriorprincesstramp]

officially no longer my birthday so we're back to our regularly scheduled bitching and complaining! follow for more! xoxo

[tox-tea]

Follytober Day 15: Rope

[sleepysomnia]

Guess who committed the unforgivable crime of mentioning that maybe just maybe the noises my autistic brother was making- was stimming and NOT him just trying to bother the people around him

[desi2go]

Somnia

pairing: Chan x reader

warnings: just fluff

Somnia. Somnia is a Latin word that means sleep. It was one of the first words you leaned at the Latin class in college. The word itself sounded beautiful to you and it couldn't describe you better.

Since your birth, you had no problems with sleeping at all. You could sleep everywhere and anywhere. You just needed to close your eyes and immediately, you were asleep.

However, your boyfriend Bang Chan was the complete opposite. He suffered from insomnia. Another Latin word, meaning the direct opposite, sleeplessness.

The first few months of your relationship he tried to hide it, to don't worry you. But you noticed pretty quickly that he seemed tired and the circles under his eyes were dark.

You had confronted him about it and he told you about his insomnia. From there on, you tried everything to make him relax and get him to sleep as much as possible. Whenever he stayed the night at your apartment, you switched on your fairy lights above your bed and lit some candles with a comforting and relaxing scent.

Another thing you did was cooking for him. With his busy schedule, he often forgot to eat so that was the first thing you gave him when he arrived at your home. Afterwards you would cuddle on your bed with some snacks in front of you and your favourite show.

With some soothing messages, Chan fell asleep almost immediately, completely drained from the day. And he definitely didn't get enough sleep yesterday.

When the years passed, he moved into your apartment. Nearly every night, you helped him to sleep.

His insomnia turned slowly into somnia. But sadly, it seemed that he couldn't sleep without you at all. Whenever he laid next to you, his world was only about you. All the stress disappeared and he found comfort, his tense shoulders relaxing and his thoughts quietening.

But without you, there was nothing that could turn off his head, his stress and all the thing he had to keep in mind during the day. That made it extremely difficult to sleep and rest during tours where he was away for a long time.

You noticed the dark circles under his eyes when you did video calls, his tired face reminded you of the passed years where his insomnia was at its peak. You feared that he would break some day, that he would faint from the exhaustion.

You immediately booked the next flight to the city where the next concert would take place. The staff helped you with bringing your luggage to his room. He was already rehearsing on the stage, the concert was starting within the next two hours.

Then, you drove there just shortly after it started and the staff brought you backstage so that you could watch your boyfriend from there. He was magnificent on stage, interacting with his fans.

When there was a quick outfit change, you stood in the dark near the stage, waiting for your loved one so that you could surprise him as soon as he got off stage. His eyes went wide when he realised who stood in front of him. He quickly hugged you intimately and pressed his kiss on yours before he went changing. The others hugged you too, likewise surprised.

After the concert was finished, he jumped into your arms again, pulling you even closer in their dressing room. He deeply inhaled your scent.

Even though Seungmin teased him about it, he never left your embrace, pulling you into the car with him that was about to drive to the hotel. Chan rested his head on your shoulder. The stress and energy left his body and he just felt tired and exhausted. His messed up sleeping schedule seemed to catch up on him the second his head on your shoulder.

After a fifteen minute ride, you nudged your snoring boyfriend tenderly to get him out of the car. A small whine left his mouth and he just cuddled further into your embrace. It took some attempts to finally wake him up.

His sleepy eyes fluttered open and he stepped out of the car, however, he still clutched your hand like you would disappear any time.

In your hotel room, he pulled you without further ado with him on the bed and you landed half on top of him. You giggled and brushed his hair out of his face. A cosy sigh was heard from him.

"Come, Channie, we still have make up on. We need to remove it" he shook his head in a slow motion, eyes already shut. You sighed and pressed a quick kiss on his nose before wiggling out of his arms.

You grabbed your make up bag and headed to the bathroom to take off your own make up. Then, you grabbed a cotton pad, soaking it with remover before you went back to Chan. You sat down beside him, slowly cleaning his face. You knew he was still awake, just resting his eyes. Careful, you removed the last spots, before throwing the pad next to the bed.

Immediately, his arms circled around you and pulled you back down. You didn't mind as long as he gets the sleep that he deserves.

[roetrolls]

DREAM SEQUENCE RECAP PART TWO: Why the Fuck is Persep Here?

Alright, it's been six months since THE LAST RECAP (though much less than that in-universe) so it's high time we summarize what's gone down in that time!

Settle in, grab some popcorn (or perhaps cotton candy?) and let's do this!

STORMS ARE BREWING

When last we checked in, Cylion was faced with the difficult task of fixing Favion's mess.

Damage Control - Step one? To get Nymira out of her room, of course! Cylion crafts a daymare he knows will send her running to him, and boy does it.

Damage Control II - Step two, naturally, is to take the arm away. Cylion and Somnia tag team this one.

Irritating - Unfortunately for Cylion, Favion's not too pleased with how he chose to fix this little hiccup. Sheesh, can't this guy do anything right? His dad sure doesn't think so! Cylion's pretty peeved about it.

UH-OH SPAGHETTI-OS!

Squabble - Hey, remember that note Nymira left herself? The one written in her own blood? Don't worry about it, you don't need to. She does! And she did! So when Cylion tries to convince her that Marrie was never at the church at all? Yikes. Then Nymira threatens to tell their father, and Cylion snaps, taking Little Friend hostage to keep her from getting Favion involved.

Getaway - AND NOW PERSEP IS HERE? No, false alarm. Cylion's just visiting him in dreamland. They hang out and chat! It'd be kind of nice if they weren't, y'know, Persep and Cylion.

Connections - AHH FUCK NEVERMIND NOW HE'S HERE FOR REAL! Nymira slips away from home to ask Ailzea for help. Her entire world is crumbling a little, she needs some support. Unfortunately, she doesn't get that. Instead she gets kidnapped!

Devils and Deals - Persep wants to use Nymira's powers. Cylion wants her back home. They compromise. Persep can have her for four days. Nymira's none the wiser.

Candy and Crocuses - Nymira's abilities aren't as malleable as Persep had hoped. He's having trouble getting exactly what he wants from her. So sad for him.

NOW WE'RE COOKIN' WITH GAS

Desperate Measures - Nymira tries to pull Cylion into her dreams, then stumbles into Persep's instead. But Cylion's there! Yippee! And he's... talking about how they agreed on four days. Un-yippee. Nymira's world shatters. She does the only thing she can think to and enlists Persep's help, determined to learn everything her knows about the church and herself.

Rescue - Cylion to the rescue! Nymira pretends she's unaware that he's been in league with Persep. It's like chess out here!

Here There Be Witches - Let's hop on back to the House of Restoration real quick. Weaver's here! She helps animate Marrie's new arm. We also learn some more about Favion. Seems Nymira's not the only one with powers that can help treat his affliction. Archie donates blood btw.

And that's all she wrote.

We are she.

Except that's not really all she/we/me wrote because there's a drabble finished and waiting to post, actually. Archie's relevant again, yayyy! But this seemed like a good thing to do first.

Also don't think we're done with Persep yet. I mean we are for NOW, but like. Guys don't just LEAVE the soup.

[solarwoniii]

enhypen series - 'her' [ ON HOLD ! TAGLIST OPEN ]

smut !!! minors dni pls

(coming soon) lee heeseung - break her

SYNOPSIS you are the unarguably the cutest person lee heeseung has ever laid his eyes on. it'll be fun to break you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) park jongseong - pamper her

SYNOPSIS your boss, jay, is so in love with you that he will find every possible opportunity to pamper you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) sim jaeyun - corrupt her

SYNOPSIS you're too perfect to be true. jake knows that if he corrupts you enough, he'll see your impurities. and that's exactly what he desires.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) park sunghoon - ruin her

SYNOPSIS sunghoon has a knack for ruining pretty things, so it only makes sense to ruin you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) kim sunoo - princess her

SYNOPSIS you are no person to sunoo. no, you are way more than that. you're royalty. you're a princess. and he plans on treating you like that until the day he dies.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) yang jungwon - tease her

SYNOPSIS jungwon sees the way you look at him. he will relentlessly tease you just to see more of it.

wc ; tba

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individual fic taglists !! (everyone in the main taglist will be tagged in every fic. if u want to be tagged in specific fics, please specify or i will assume that u want to be in the main one T^T)

break her ; @toruro @kryln8 @iamliacamila @beomibeom

pamper her ; @kryln8 @bachiraslvr

corrupt her ; @kryln8

ruin her ; @kryln8

princess her ; @sacrificeblud @ctlvrsworld

tease her ; @kryln8 @bachiraslvr @ctlvrsworld

wanna be added to any of the taglists ?? shoot me an ask or comment !

[writing-reference-redux]

I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

[sunnetrolls]

You said your relationship status isnt something new, how long exactly then? On a scale of recent to Bastille old

"Hmm.... Well, certainly not Bastille old. I'd say we haven't lived together for more than a century or so--so quite a while, but not all that long at the same time. How perplexing."

"We've known each other for a much longer time. Before he was able to move in with me, we communicated in dreams. But we weren't properly official until we met in reality."

[cybsoo2]

nightmare

╰┈➤ synopsis — After being kidnapped by two men who say they’re obsessed with you, your new reality has become your worst nightmare. But you should’ve known that your mind is capable of conjuring up much more menacing monsters; dreams so disturbing that they leave you seeking comfort from the two people you hate the most.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!tyunning x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 2.4k

╰┈➤ content warning — yandere behavior, implied/referenced stalking, implied/referenced kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, crying, nightmares, dreams of an assault (didn't happen), angst, hurt/comfort

Every day must come to an end. That little bit of happiness you have flickers out like the lightbulb up above. 

Hyuka is off in the other room, not willingly of course, but because Taehyun had asked him to check over the bedroom. Locking the doors and bolting the windows is all a part of the routine. Everyday at dawn and dusk, Taehyun’s paranoia is like a little pest in his head. Whispering scenarios of all the terrible things that could happen if you aren’t tucked safety away in this house and in their arms. 

You think it’s possessive how he controls your life and keeps you contained– like a little plaything that no one else gets to touch. But Taehyun thinks otherwise, all too aware of how much worse it could really be. He calls it security, keeping you under lock and key. Healthy and ‘happy’ without witnessing the horrors of the rest of the world. 

When Kai comes back from double checking all the doors and windows, he’s drawn back to you like a magnet. Forever stuck by your side is where he wants to be. His grip is like a python as he drags you under the silk sheets. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his chest like he does every other night. His touch is like poison as it pumps through your blood. You’re sick of feeling caged up like his pretty little pet. You try to shift away from him, desperate for a bit of space, but it’s useless.

Kai ignores your efforts and kisses along your shoulder. Trying to soothe you to sleep because he knows how much you hate it. Not only do you need to get a full night’s rest, but you need to accept that instead of fighting with him, you should give in to the comfort he’s trying to offer.

The devil dances in your dreams, tormenting you in the only place they can’t protect you. Just thinking about the fact makes Kai’s heart squeeze. Sad at the thought that he’s unable to take all your worries away. But that doesn’t mean he can’t at least try. So he holds you in his warm embrace whether you want it or not. Humming a little lullaby that sends vibrations through your body. 

You can hear the distant sounds of Taehyun in the dark, shutting off the lights and laying down beside you. He pulls the covers up to your chin, keeping your warmth stuck under the sheets. 

Bundled up in the blankets and being sung to sleep, you’re starting to succumb to the night. Sleep starts taking over your bones and breaking down your resolve. And after resisting the urge for far too long, you become a slave to your somnia.

Your dreams are worse than reality. Warped and wicked, they’re full of your worst fears. Blurred visions tear into your brain. Visions of two men ripping you up and taking all the pieces for themselves. 

There’s blood everywhere. Staining your skin and spilling onto the floor. It’s warm and red and you find yourself wondering if it’s yours? You can’t even feel the pain anymore, numbed to nothing. Not even flinching as they betray your body. 

Your clothes are torn to shreds. Fragile flesh exposed for their eyes to wander. You curl in on yourself, trying to cover up all that you can. But no matter how hard you try to hide, these monsters still taunt you.

Phantom images of hands all over you. They graze over your skin then grip you tight; a touch that feels all too real. In your dazed dream, you use all your strength to try and swat away these hands. Breaking free from the feeling of fingers digging into your skin. They leave red marks, burning every inch that they touch. 

In the distance, there’s the sound of crying. You raise your hands to your ears, trying to stop the screeching sound. But when the noise still ceases to stop, you realize it’s coming from your own two lips. So many sounds overwhelm you. It’s everything at once– the screaming, the crying, and sounds of someone calling your name. You just wish it would all stop.

You’re torn from your dream by the two who hold you close. Shooting up from your sleep, you try to tear their hands away– a part of you still stuck in your nightmare. 

You’re trembling in terror with tears falling from your eyes. You turn in on yourself, hugging your stomach tight to soothe the sadness. Self-comfort is familiar. It’s all you’ve ever known in this life; shielding away from the shadows and hiding how you cry between your knees. It’s worked every other time, but now is not like the others. Darkness dances in the moonlight– like shadows, it smothers you. The nightwalker knocks on your chest. Hammering like your heartbeat, begging to be let into your bones. Fear festers under the skin, swimming in your tears and mixing with your blood. It consumes you until you can’t take it anymore.

Taehyun is the first to take in your state of panic. He sits right in front of you, hands on your shoulders and knees knocking against your own. He takes hold of your face, a warm hand holding each cheek. He makes a move to try and lift up your gaze, wondering what demons lay beyond your eyes. He’s never seen you so scared– not when the stalking started, not when their obsession began to grow, not even when they finally took you as their own. And as you stare up into his almond eyes, he suddenly finds himself unaware of what to do.  

You look up at the face of the man before you. A man that usually you couldn’t stand the sight of, but now, you find yourself betrayed by his beauty. Sympathy stains his pale skin like a porcelain doll. His painted expression a pure picture of pain and turmoil. This mask is much different then the one he’s used to wearing. No more stern eyes or apathy, because in this stolen moment, he’s someone he’s not pretending to be. 

It only takes a second before you’re falling into his embrace. Warm arms wrap around you. Cradling you close to his chest. Taehyun’s heart beats in tune to yours, pumping blood at a rapid pace. He thinks he can hear it echo out in the room with how loud it is. An unsteady beat that reverberates off his ribcage.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” His gentle tone meets your ears. Voice soaked in sympathy with that rough edge, still addled with the sleep he was so quickly awoken from. 

Kai watches the interaction from his side of the bed. Shivers run along his skin and a chill cradles him close. He can still feel the ghost of your warm embrace, but now all the heat has vanished and he’s left with the sight of your sadness. Despite still being tangled up in the sheets and sweating from the long-sleeve he wears, he couldn’t feel more frozen. Nothing but a cold body without your warmth. Kai can’t imagine himself without you wrapped around him. He’s a clay sculpture, every trait and every feature carved by your hand. You truly mold him into the man he is. And now that your tears are falling and that fire has burnt out, Kai is the emptiest he’s ever been.

He cuts the distance between you and crawls over to where you sit. Ever so carefully, he covers you with his weight. Draping his whole body over you until you’re hidden from all the eyes in the dark. No one else able to see you but the two lovesick boys by your side. 

Hyuka’s weight doesn’t feel heavy like in your dream, but instead it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders. His arms wind around your waist, gently easing you into his embrace. He’s soft and slow, scared that if he rushes things too fast then you’ll react with fear. 

Kai does what he does best— cuddling up next to you and clinging to your form. Bodies melting into one another. Kai truly believes you three were molded for each other. He shifts to sink further into you, plush pink lips grazing the nape of your neck. As a sob racks through your body, he moves to kiss away your cries. Calming the raging sea inside of you and turning the tide into a still ocean. 

He kisses each of your moles like they’re stars on your skin. Connecting the dots like constellations. Drawing an imaginary line in the shape of a heart– one is all you need when you three are already so tangled up in each other. One beating heart shared between bodies– and when yours starts to bleed, they’ll always be able to feel the effects. Even for someone like Kai it’s hard to control his emotions. Can’t handle seeing you so hurt– and if you were paying any attention, then you’d notice the trail of tears that stains the back of your shirt. 

Your sobbing has toned down now to quiet sniffling– tears still flowing and sadness still afloat, but much less than before. The initial panic of the dream has drifted away. Where your thoughts were once like muddy water, clouded and easy to sink in, they’re now much more like a steady stream. Your throat doesn’t feel so sticky, the only words you could speak were weak pleas of ‘No, no, no’. Now, when the task of talking doesn’t feel so daunting, you’re able to answer their questions. 

“Was it the same one as always?” Kai asks, voice muffled from where he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

You do the same as he does. Hiding your face away in Taehyun’s chest, speaking so silently it’s as if the words don’t even exist. You shake your head as you answer him, “It was different this time.” Your voice sounds shallow, mind brought back to the brutal memory. 

Taehyun wants to ask if it was the same faces. Faces of the two men who swore to heal your heart and protect your soul, now turnt to monsters of your imagination. He can’t handle the fact that you hate him in spite of his love for you, so he asks another question, “What made it so different this time?”

“It wasn’t real.” 

This revelation comes as a bit of a shock to the two boys. All your usual nightmares have just been memories that taunt you. Terrors of the waking world and flashbacks from the past, but never new things that are nothing but make-believe. 

“It was so much worse than what’s real.” You double-down on what you said, this time with much more clarity. No longer confused, but confident in your confession. Although that doesn’t make it any easier to admit. The fact that you fear your own mind more than the horrors that have already happened is something you struggle to accept. Hard to face your feelings and say that you feel so safe in their arms. 

The two men sit in silence with your words. Words that imply that rather seek silence in them then face your dreams all alone. That fact must mean that something has changed in you. That nightmare broke your last string of sanity and left you running to them for relief. And they’ll always be there for you to turn to. 

When your crying finally quiets down is when you realize the warmth in your chest. A fire set ablaze in that hollow space in your heart. Melting down your icy exterior and burning all your old emotions. No longer are you resisting their touch. Heavy hands that steady you. Pulling back the blankets and settling you back into bed. 

The faint feeling of Taehyuns breathe at the back of your neck. Barely his own because he leaves no more than a whisper between you. His hands trail up your sides, running up along your waist and resting in your hair. He pushes back the pieces that fall in front of your face, kissing your forehead as he does so. Your head now tucked under his chin. A firm hand at the back of your head keeps you from turning to see the shadows. There’s no need for you to fear them when he holds you so steady. This new feeling is far from the iron cage you’re used to. Now set free and falling into the embrace of a phoenix– wings wrapping around you as a certain warmth burns through your body. 

Even Kai’s timid touch doesn’t feel so constricting. Rather it feels oh so gentle. Hesitant hands hover over your body, he’s taking it slow ever since your admission (It’s not like you said ‘i love you’ but his heart still beats out of his chest. Thumping like a rabbit at the fact that you’re warming up to them).  

Like a lullaby Taehyun speaks softly, “Do you want to try and go back to sleep?” His low voice rumbles through your body.

Kai talks before you get the chance to, “What if she has the same dream again? You know how she can never fall asleep after a nightmare.” His next words are directed at you, “I don’t think I can stand to see you cry again.” Always the one to be persuaded by your tears.

“It’s okay,” You mumble through a yawn. “If it happens again then you’ll be here. Right?”

Taehyun pulls back a bit to look at you. Hearts shine in his eyes at the fact that you’re beginning to trust them, but he can’t help but be hurt that you’re still somewhat unsure of their downright devotion to you. “Of course, baby. How could you think we’d be anywhere else but right with you.”

“M’kay,” your speech is getting slurred, dragged down by exhaustion. Now that the quick rush of adrenaline has faded away and your tears have since stopped, you’re beginning to get sleepy. But before you decide to go back to sleep, you have one more request, “Will you sing for me?”

“Of course,” Kai agrees, voice already softening out into a mere whisper. He starts to hum while Taehyun sings. Their sonnet fills the room. Each note echoes in the air until it’s all that you can focus on. Taehyun’s honey-tone rings in your ears as warmth enters your once cold heart. 

“I want to be your nap so I can dream with you no matter when. As if nothing had happened. On a sunset evening, even in the night when the sky is dark. My heart is full of you.”

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[jaylver]

LOVE AT FIRST SPEED — L.HS (TEASER!)

SYNOPSIS: World champion, record breaker, winner of hundreds of races, what does Lee Heeseung want other than that? Apparently, love. Being the greatest doesn't mean that he's doing well. Even though there were many girls already lining up for him, he knew none of them were truly sincere. Constantly alone and devoid of love, he craves it unconditionally. That was until everything changed when he met you, his new next door neighbour that doesn’t even know he’s a famous f1 racer. (subjected to change)

OR! in which a world champion tries scoring the girl next door.

PAIRINGS: F1 driver!heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE: strangers/neighbours to lovers, love at first sight, formula one au, sports au, romance

WARNING(S): profanities, heeseung is a certified loverboy, partying (more to be added)

RELEASE DATE: READ HERE

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– MONTE CARLO, MONACO, 2023

Lee Heeseung was drunk.

Going out with the boys was probably a mistake. Look, it was off season and everyone was back in Monaco, so it definitely sounded like a great idea to go out for a night out, right? Wrong. 

Letting Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Yeonjun and some of the other drivers drag him to a well known club in the city was his first mistake of the night. The second was accepting all of the shots they offered, acting as if the celebrations of him winning his third world championship wasn’t over yet. The alcohol that took over his senses only made him stumble to the dance floor, dancing wildly with girls surrounding him, not giving a care if a camera was capturing everything. That was his third mistake.

By the end of the night, every one of them were equally shitfaced. It wasn’t a great look, and he was sure their personal trainers weren’t going to be happy at all. Heeseung, in particular, was taking it better than the rest, though still slurring and stumbling around, at least he managed to tell his address fully to the taxi driver. 

Getting dropped off at the lobby looking absolutely destroyed was humbling. He kept his head low, reminding himself that he had a reputation to maintain and went for the elevator, pressing the number of his floor. He was leaning against the wall, holding it for support as he slowly sobered up, trying his best to feel around his body for his keycard.

“Fuck,” he cursed out, unable to remember where it was with that hazy mind of his. 

The elevator stopped at his floor with a ‘ding’, grabbing his attention from his ongoing search for the moment. He trudged along the quiet hallway, dragging his feet and mumbling his regrets. One thing’s for sure was that he should not rely on Jake for claiming it was a ‘light party’. Light party my ass.

Standing in front of his door to the apartment, he was dying to get in and crash into his comfortable bed. However, he remembered what he was struggling to find: his keycard. God, why me, he thought. 

His head was beginning to spin and it was not helping. He was slipping his hand into his back pockets, shirt pockets that didn’t even exist because he’s wearing a button up, then his socks, which was absolutely insane. No, Lee Heeseung was turning insane. At one point, he let out a sigh and leaned his head on his door, swearing that he was about to collapse out of fatigue.

“Uh—are you okay?” Was that a voice coming from the pits of his head? It couldn’t be, it was a woman’s voice. “Mister?”

Heeseung turned around in a blink of an eye, almost letting out a yelp in shock when his eyes landed on you. Even in his drunken daze, he was still able to make out how pretty you were. There you were, standing in a party dress that was enough to tell him you were out clubbing too, makeup that was intact and heels in one hand, creating a small height difference between him and you.

“Huh?” That was probably the dumbest thing he could let out at that moment. Wake up, he cursed at himself. “You’re not that old lady,”

“She moved away,” you guessed he was referring to the old lady that sold you her apartment, the one that was next to this … guy. “I’m guessing you were not here a few months ago to even realise I’m your new neighbour?”

Well, no, Heeseung was busy winning his championship in Abu Dhabi during then. 

He didn’t say that though, instead he shrugged, liking the fact that you were oblivious he was someone well known. “I travel for work, so not really. My apologies,”

“I see,” you nodded your head, continuously cautious, he could see that. “Do you have trouble entering your own home?”

“What makes you think that?”

“You were searching for something—even in your socks,”

“Oh,” he licked his lips, currently embarrassed. “I—uh—don’t know where my keycard is,”

“Have you searched your pockets?”

“Yes,”

“Wallet?”

Heeseung paused. “No …”

“Try searching, I’m sure it’s there somewhere,” you were so confident in saying that, which made Heeseung uneasy and doubtful. How would you know it was there and he didn’t? 

You pulled out your own keycard, pressing against the sensor and your door unlocked with a click, but before you went in and left Heeseung behind, you scrunch your nose up. “You should probably sober up … and also wash away the perfumes on your shirt. It’s heavy,”

Once you shut your door, Heeseung scoffed. He lowered his head to the sleeves of his button up shirt and inhaled, the smell of perfumes from the girls he danced with clung to the fabric desperately. He hated that you weren’t completely wrong. Then, he reached for his wallet, rolling his eyes at your voice in his head, but was once proven right again when he saw his glistening keycard there. For fuck’s sake.

Now, he was guessing he probably set a bad impression on you, making you think he was some stupid womaniser. Gosh, the way your eyes narrowed at him was burnt into his mind. 

Heeseung was not getting much sleep that night.

. . . to be continued !

[tox-tea]

Follytober Day 9: Whisper