#sorry for the loud keyboard noises 😭

[sohmiya]

seven 5:34 AM

seven lawless x f!oc: andrea chung

if: infamous by @infamous-if

written by andi in her secret songwriting notebook <3

here i was thinking

i would never have to write this at all

how did something that started out so right

end up so wrong?

i swear i’m glad that you’re doing better

doing things that we planned together

i just wish i’d known then

you would do them alone

i’ve been lying through my teeth

i tell our friends i can take it each time our eyes meet

like i’m not the first one to break it

i’ve racked my brain for words to say

that could’ve changed your mind

it was supposed to be

the whole world versus you and i

now you’re further than the rest

but you’re still the one who knows me best

you have the upper hand

i’ve never seen you so cynical

you turn into a stranger right before my eyes

i guess that makes more sense

in the way we don’t speak at all

otherwise, you go and try to pick a fight

you never stutter when you say you blame me

when did it become easier for you to hate me?

what am i still trying to save?

has someone taken my place?

i’ve been lying through my teeth

i tell our friends i can take it each time our eyes meet

like i’m not the first one to break it

i’ve racked my brain for words to say

that could’ve changed your mind

it was supposed to be

the whole world versus you and i

now you’re further than the rest

but you’re still the one who knows me best

so before you go,

can you send my best regards to your mom?

if she asks, tell her i’m alright

i can’t say it’s made up, though it’s half a lie

you’re too fine to pick up on what’s plaguing my mind

our conversation on your rooftop that night

i’ve been lying through my teeth

i tell our friends i can take it each time our eyes meet

like i’m not the first one to break it

i’ve racked my brain for words to say

that could’ve changed your mind

it was supposed to be

the whole world versus you and i

now you’re further than the rest

but you’re still the one who knows me best

[bellysoupset]

Okay, so, two things:

One, does Leo ever get jealous or upset when he sees kids with loving and caring parents?

Two, maybe a fic where Leo hasn’t been feeling well all day and on his way home he sees a super sweet family with a dad and a cute giggly son, and for some reason his feverish brain combined with the sweetness sends him into a depression episode. And then he goes home and takes Benadryl for his fever and his anti depressants as well, and basically over-sedates himself, and Jon gets home later to find Leo almost completely out of it and he freaks out.

I know you’re doing the mini saga rn, but I was thinking maybe you could do this after?

Sorry if this request is too long!!!😭😭!!😭

I'm sorry it took forever to write this!! This poor fic has been in my drafts for too long, I'm so sorry!

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Leo knew he was not supposed to covet things that weren't his. That had been a maxim of his father and during most days Leo still agreed to it, all trauma aside.

Except during the holidays. He wasn't sure what was it about the end of the year that brought up the ugliest parts of him. Maybe it was all the fake glee or the longer nights and shorter days or the fact he wasn't practicing nearly as much sports or the fact that consumerism was off the charts and even though he could afford things now, he didn't think he'd ever get rid of that feeling in the pit of his stomach when standing in a cashier line. Maybe it was all that put together.

Or maybe it was the drilling about Holiday Spirit. In his house that had meant discounted alcoholic eggnog and much screaming, his father calling him a "little elf", school being out for recess so him being stuck in a house with no heat and an incredibly pissed off man, who was drunk off his ass.

For everyone else, though, holiday spirit meant being more kind or loving or charitable. Right. Leo rolled his eyes as he watched his coworker boast about the charity he was helping at the end of the year.

There was also the fact that the "philanthropy works" that his colleagues liked to gloated about were more often than not directed at people who were just Leo, except seven years ago.

He pressed on his keyboard with a little more force, rubbing at his temples. He had a headache from all the smells permeating the office — Sandras' peppermint candle, Chuck's cinnamon rolls he had brought for everyone else, Dean's fucking overpowering cologne his girlfriend had gifted him — and the loud noise wasn't making his life any better.

Leo sighed, squinting at his screen. Normally he could do his job in his sleep. Research had always been his forte, even back in high school, and he knew he aced it, because his boss always planted him as the paralegal for the big clients, where the lawyer would need a lot of research help in a short period of time.

Today he was struggling to put two and two together, let alone figure out if there were any similar cases that could serve as their defense. His stomach grumbled and Leo decided he needed a break from Sandra and Dean's incessant bickering, getting up and going to the coffee machine.

"Hey Wagner," Chuck opened a little smile, "what's with the sour face?"

"Headache," Leo answered truthfully, grabbing the biggest paper cup and starting the coffee machine. Damn, he really needed one of these back at home, "it's fine, there's just forty minutes more."

"That sucks man, feel better," Chuck said, but didn't move, "do you have any plans for the holiday break?"

"That's only next month," Leo wrinkled his nose in distaste. Could people stop pre-gaming for December in the middle of fucking November? Halloween had just happened-

"Well, there's thanksgiving," Chuck shrugged, "in less than two weeks."

"Oh," Leo sighed, having completely forgotten thanksgiving. He didn't think he had ever celebrated that.

"Are you going back home?"

Ha!

Leo nearly snorted in his coffee cup, instead changing it halfway so it looked like he was just blowing off the steam, "no, there's n- No. It's just me and Jon, so I'll probably do whatever his plans are."

Which Leo didn't think he had any... Jonah's plans lately were solely eat, sleep, study, hand in his final works for graduation, work. Rinse repeat.

"Hope you guys have fun," Chuck smiled brightly, before side stepping him and walking back to his desk, "get a turkey or something."

"Or something," Leo grumbled, squeezing his eyes and shuddering violently. He was also freezing. He blamed that on Sandra, who just had to wear the fancy coat she got in the designer sale at Nordstrom, so the a/c was at stupidly low levels, for sure.

Even though he had said it was just forty minutes more, they dragged. By the time Leo managed to get out of the office, his headache had escalated significantly and his stomach was hurting, since all he had eaten all day was a pastry at lunch and copious amounts of coffee. He was freezing to the point of his teeth chattering and he it was only when he stepped out of the elevator, buttoning up his coat, that he realized most people didn't seem to be feeling that chilly.

Sandra poked his side, "Wagner, you mind?"

He had stopped right at the ID scan, so he quickly apologized, jumping to the side as she scanned her card and then looked over her shoulder at him, "are you alright?"

"What?" Leo squinted at her, the lights reflecting off her blonde hair.

"Are you feeling alright?" Sandra repeated, "you're quieter than usual, that's all."

"Yeah, uhm..." He shrugged, running his own ID over the scan and joining her as they walked to the parking lot, "I'm fine, I'm just freez-" he shut up, stunned into silence when his co-worker lightly touched his forehead, getting on her tiptoes to reach him.

"You're running a fever there, Wagner," she rolled her eyes, clicking her car keys, "are you alright to drive?"

"Yeah, of course!" His voice came out squeaky at the sudden display of care and Sandra shrugged, smiling at him.

"Alright, take care," she waved, moving away to her designated spot and Leo was left a little stunned into silence, before collecting himself and getting in his own car. He really needed to stop being stubborn and let Bella fix his radio like she had offered, because there was just a terrible silence the entire drive home.

Leo stopped at a red light, just a street away from home and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. Now that Sandra had pointed it out, he couldn't deny the fever. Everything hurt, the sound of the wind howling outside hurt, his head was pounding, the kid's squealing as they walked ahead of their parents on the street...

He watched as a little boy ran back to his father, in a ridiculously large coat. The kid barely reached his dad's hip, he couldn't be over four years old. He was blabbing, cheeks all red and Leo watched the dad let out a chuckle and grab the lapels of his son's coat, covering his face in kisses.

Someone honked behind him and Leo jumped, startled. He had missed the green light.

The remaining 5 minutes to his house, were dark five minutes. Not only because the clouds clumped together to start spilling snow, but because his thoughts started to run down a dangerous road.

This was what he hated the most about the holidays. How his dark thoughts creeped up on him with such ease, how much emphasis was there on family and love and how it highlighted that he was painfully alone in this world. There was no place to go for thanksgiving and there was no father to smooch his face and comfort him and none of the garbage that every single TV ad was showing now.

He avoided the first floor, not in the mood to force a smile for Matthew, and once he got home, Leo went straight to the bedroom, stripping out of his tux jacket and kicking off the shoes.

JD meowed, pushing the door ajar as she entered the room, climbing the bed and forcing herself on his lap even when he paid her no mind. He was too busy trying to undo his tie with one hand, the other one running through the mess of meds they kept in the bedside table drawer.

Vaguely Leo was aware that Jonah kept more meds in the first aid kit, but he couldn't remember where it was and his head was throbbing too much and he felt like fucking crying, so he decided not to go looking. They were out of paracetamol, but still had benadryl and Leo swallowed the little pink pill dry, before opening the drawer right under that one, where he kept his own stuff.

He always took his meds in the morning and then two before bed, but even thought it was only six PM, Leo decided to just taken them already. He wanted to sleep for fifty years, maybe sleep and just... Just stop existing all together.

Leo rubbed his face at the thought, letting out a groan, and his cat let out a meow, forcing her head in the space between his arms.

"Hey," he sighed, scratching her behind the ears, "hey, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm fine. I'm not doing that..." he reassured JD, pulling on the blankets so he could crawl under them. Jonah had left the heater on, but the apartment was still freezing.

JD meowed, chewing on his now undone tie and Leo wrapped an arm around her, thinking that maybe he should get out of the office clothes.... Then fell asleep.

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Jonah wasn't a festivities type of man. He had never been, not even back when he was a teenager and he definitely wasn't the type now, when he was so stressed about graduation.

Yet, he knew Leo was acting pouty for the past ten days and his bet was that it was related to the holiday season. It was very unlike Leo to not openly complain about what was upsetting him, unless it was something close to his heart, when he closed off like a clam.

So if Leo wanted Holidays, Jonah was going to give him Holidays. Hopefully with a better outcome than Halloween, Jon cringed at the thought.

"What is this?" Jon asked, as Wendy reached inside her car and pushed a big tupperware in his hand.

"Torrone," she said, fishing one of the little white squares, "it's an Italian candy, traditional around Christmas. Vin's mom sells them, but she made a huge first batch and sent him. Here's some for you and Leo."

"But Ma made them for Vince..."

"Vince has half my fridge filled with these," Wendy rolled her eyes, getting in the driver's seat of her car, "just remember to get a picture of Leo eating it so we can send it to ma."

"Alright Dee, bye," Jon sniffed one the little white bars, before turning around to get in his own car. That had been the start of his Christmas mini spree and the reason why he was going up to their apartment now carrying not just the tupperware, but a bunch of little boxes of fairy lights, a wreath and a bag of groceries to make a black forest cake.

Jon wasn't daft, he knew Leo was being terribly considerate with the fact he had all but put their whole relationship in the backburner so he could focus in the school work. He needed to woo the guy a little bit.

"Leo?" Jonah pushed the door open, before crouching down to grab all the items again, "Leo, I got a bunch of shit I think you'll like..." he thought nothing of it when there wasn't an answer, instead starting to put things away. He found a good jar for Ma's little torrones and checked on JD's food bowl, frowning as he realized Leo hadn't fed her yet.

"Leo, did you feed JD? Her bowl is empty..." he said, but still got no answer. Jonah didn't wait for one, shaking the little empty dish until he heard their cat trotting back to the kitchen, then filling it up. She snaked between his legs, purring as Jon scratched her behind the ear and watched her eat for a little bit.

Only then did he frown at Leo's full absence, walking back to their room. Jonah wasn't sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't his boyfriend buried under all their blankets, heavily asleep. He checked his watch. Eight o'clock.

"That's early," Jonah whispered, moving closer to get a good look at his face, "Leo?"

There was no answer, not a snore, nothing. Leo's blonde hair was peaking out and so was the top half of his face, but that was it.

Jon sighed, a little bummed he was already asleep, but deciding against waking him, tiptoeing back out of the room. JD was still in the kitchen, happily munching on her treat and Jonah crouched down next to her again, "why did Leo go to bed so early, do you know?" he asked, causing the cat to stop eating for a second, before she went back in.

He put away all the groceries, then went through the fridge. They meal prepped and Jonah frowned as he realized there were exactly as many frozen dishes as there had been when he left the house earlier that day.

Happy that he had found an excuse to wake Leo up, Jonah got two containers out and put them to defrost, while walking back to the room. Leo hadn't moved a muscle and he didn't stir even when Jon sat on his side of the bed, brushing his bangs.

"Leo..." he whispered, shaking him lightly, "baby wak-" Jonah interrupted himself, noticing Leo was still wearing his office clothes. That was very unusual... So was the low heat rolling off of him.

"Goddammit Leo," Jon sighed, touching his face and feeling the low grade fever. He shook him a little harder, "Leo, wake up. You gotta eat something..."

Still nothing. By now, normally, the blonde would be blinking awake.

Jonah frowned, pushing the blankets down and shaking him a little more, "Leo, wake up..." his voice raised at the end as alarm bells started to go through his mind, so he all but rattled the other man, finally causing Leo to open his eyes.

Jon was about to let out a relieved sigh, but he didn't have the chance, as Leo slurred something unintelligible and then passed right back asleep.

Jonah rattled him again, harshly, and this time he got no reaction, not even a whine.

"Leo!" he called, leaning in so he could feel his boyfriend's breathing, planting two fingers to his jugular in search of a pulse. His own heart was drumming in his ears, so it took Jonah a second before he could differentiate what was his, what was Leo's.

The blonde's heartbeat were slow...Too slow. His breathing was weirdly timed.

Jonah felt vaguely dizzy as he looked around the room, in search of his coat. He had left his cellphone inside the pocket... He almost got sick as he saw the three different medications sitting on Leo's bedside table.

His usual Zoloft and Ambien and... Benadryl?

Jon frowned at the label, before shaking the antidepressant case and ambien. Both were still full, Leo hadn't taken more than he should... Or at least, it didn't look like he had, not on purpose.

"Baby," Jonah patted his cheeks, with more force than he'd normally use, "baby, open your eyes for me. Wake up-" he bit the inside of his cheek, before deciding that fuck that and splashing a little bit of water on his boyfriend's face.

Leo blinked, confused and drowsy, "why am I wet..." he groaned, attempting to go back to sleep, but Jonah stopped him, patting his cheek again.

"Leo, hey, look at me- How many pills did you take?"

"Uhm?" he yawned, his eyes starting to roll back again.

"LEO!" Jonah shook him vehemently, forcing the blonde to wake up, "how. many. pills?"

Leo groaned, rubbing his eyes, "Jon...?"

"Yes, baby, it's me," Jonah shook him again, holding the pill bottles in front of his face, "how many pills?"

"One," Leo slumped back against the pillow, "just one."

"Each?"

The blonde nodded, yawning again, "I don't feel so good..."

"I know, baby," Jon grabbed his shoulders again, forcing him to sit up once more, "c'mon, we're going to the ER."

"What...?" Leo groaned, slumping forward so his forehead met Jon's shoulder, "no, I'm not sick, I'm just... I'm just off..."

"Yeah, because you took two sedatives and your antidepressants," Jonah scoffed, looking one of Leo's arms around his neck, "c'mon, baby, get up."

"Jon, no, stop-" Leo weakly tried to shove off his chest, but his legs were almost jelly under him and the only thing keeping him up was Jonah holding him tightly, "I wanna sleep..."

"Nope," Jon dragged him out of the room, "no sleep for you until a psychiatrist checks you out."

"No!" Leo shoved at his arm and then stumbled back, falling sit on the edge of the bed. Jonah glared at him, feeling his own temper flare up, fueled by the sheer stress.

The stress of the situation, the panic of finding Leo like that, but also the overall stress that had been Halloween, followed by Leo's appendicitis, followed his quickly approaching deadlines...

"You're getting in the car even if I have to fucking carry you, Leo," Jonah glared at him, "get up."

If he expected to get a rise out of the blonde, he didn't. Instead Leo planted a hand on his chest and fell back on the bed, facing the ceiling as he groaned, "Jon, I feel really weird..."

"Yes, get up-"

"No, there's... There's someone standing in our hallway," Leo said and Jonah glanced at the open door and saw nothing, not even JD.

"There isn't, baby, its in your head..." he grabbed his boyfriend's arm, pulling him up again, "c'mon-"

"No, they're gonna get me."

"Ah fuck's sake," Jonah sighed, although while this was scary, he much rather have Leo fighting him and responsive than dead to the world, "no one is going to get you, Leo..."

All he got as an answer was a whimper.

"Fuck," Jon whispered, leaving the room in two steps to grab the coat he had hung behind the door and his phone, already dialing 911.

They asked him how many pills Leo had taken and upon Jonah's answer, a lady said "It doesn't sound like a suicide attempt, we're going to transfer you to poison control. Please stay on the line and stay calm."

A suicide attempt. Jonah's mouth dried as he sat right next to Leo on the bed, wrapping a hand around his wrist and feeling his pulse, barely listening as the poison control responder said that at this dosage going to the ER wasn't necessary. To keep checking on him and get loads of liquids on Leo, take him to emergency if he started throwing up or struggling to breathe.

Jon's ears were still ringing as he crouched down next to Leo again, now holding a glass of cold water, with a straw sticking out.

"C'mon, baby, just one sip, it's gonna help..."

Leo groaned again, but after a little more prodding, he did open his mouth and took the drink. Apparently he had been thirsty, because he drained the entire cup without much of Jonah's prodding.

He pulled back, looking slightly more awake, "Jon..." Leo clumsily grabbed his face, "something's wrong."

"I know, Leo," Jonah pulled back from the clumsy face squeeze, planting a kiss on the blonde's brow, "you'll feel better in the morning... Well, probably hungover as fuck, but you'll feel better in the morning..." his voice caught at the end and Leo pulled back, frowning.

"Are you sad...?"

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine," Jonah cleared his throat, "why did you take the benadryl?"

"What?" Leo blinked, struggling to keep his eyes open, "get into bed..."

"The third medication, Leo," Jonah raised the little box in front of his eyes, "why did you take it?"

"My head hurt..." Leo yawned, "had a fever... Couldn't find the right-" he yawned again, tugging on Jon's shirt to pull him closer, "the right one."

Jonah let out a little sigh of relief, allowing himself to get pulled into a clumsy, weird hug, the best that Leo's half sedated brain could do.

"I love you," he whispered, voice muffled by Leo's shirt and the blonde let out a hum, sounding like he was falling right back asleep. Still, Jonah did hear a faint, "love you too" said in return.

[starseungs]

➳ up all night. skz

pairing | skz ot8 x gn!reader

staying up to finish a project doesn't always go well. luckily, you have someone to make it all alright.

genre | fluff, humor, kinda college au, boyfriend!skz — 0.2k words (per member)

warnings | some sleep deprived actions,, if thats a warning

note | its been a while since i posted smth here, so here's one? finally? idk 😭 anw i hope yall enjoy even if its kinda short!

2022 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

⌗ bang chan !

"That's it, you're sleeping."

You look up from your blinding laptop screen to the sight of Chan crossing his arms, eyes heavy with disapproval. Blinking sluggishly, you managed a tired smile to be pasted on your fatigued face.

"It's fine," you waved him off lightly, immediately gluing your eyes back to the device in front of you. "I'm fine."

"Love, I highly doubt that." he replied, an exasperated sigh filling the room. You lightly glared at him in an attempt to prove your point.

"What do you know?" you grumbled instinctively as a response. Chan looked at you with utter disbelief, his eyes widening almost comically.

"Are you really asking me that? Out of all people?"

Oh. He got you there. Chan himself didn’t exactly have the best relationship with sleep—you often found yourself on the worrying side when it comes to his well-being. And yet here you were making him do the same thing.

Realizing this is a rare situation, you decided to use it to your advantage. With newfound speed, you quickly saved your work before slamming the laptop shut, practically jumping on the bed to make yourself comfortable in record time.

"I want hugs," you mumbled softly, directing your attention back to your confused boyfriend. Chan laughed at your actions, seeming to finally catch on to the plan you formed on a whim. With an amused shake of the head, he walked towards the bed as well.

"Yes, your highness!"

⌗ lee know !

"Damn," you heard a groggy voice drawl out across the room, informing you that your grumpy boyfriend had awoken. "How are you still awake?"

It's been hours since you started this paper, back when the sun was still up. You're very much aware of how much time has actually passed—especially since Minho has been asleep for quite a while now too. But you've made it this far, right? A few more should be fine.

"Nevermind that. How did you even sleep with my constant keyboard smashing?" You didn't even have to look at him to know Minho was probably silently mocking you for changing the subject.

There was a sound of sheets rustling before he finally graced you with a reply, "It's like ASMR."

"Well," you yawned, turning a bit to get a glimpse of his form melting into the fluffy bed. "At least one of us gets to sleep tonight."

Minho suddenly props up, giving you that boyish grin you love so much, effectively melting your tense state ever so slightly. "May I interest you in swapping places?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You want to write a research paper?" 

"Do you?" 

Silence echoed through the walls, each second amplifying your regret for pulling an all-nighter. You stared at Minho in shame, not wanting to shatter your pride out loud at the most ungodly of hours.

"Exactly. Now, come here and sleep."

⌗ changbin !

"Hey," you started with a dazed sound in your voice, the sudden noise startling Changbin next to you. "Spreadsheets are kind of like cut brownies."

He sat up at lightning speed, looking at you in massive concern. You only returned the gaze, turning the situation into an impromptu staring contest that ended with Changbin letting out a confused sound. "I'm sorry. Come again?"

Does he not see it? The cells are exactly like pieces of brownie, rectangular and all. Maybe the comparison was brought up due to your hazy state, but you could see it. You were determined to prove that the prolonged hours of you being awake weren't affecting you in the slightest.

"But like, they're white." you continued with the chosen one-sided conversation topic. "Do white chocolate brownies exist?"

"Oh, good question. Let me ask Felix���wait no, turn your laptop off!" your boyfriend complained, albeit still at a loss for words.

"I have to finish this though?"

Changbin groaned, finally getting a sense that you were not entirely conscious at the moment. "Babe, you don't even like brownies."

"What?"

Your boyfriend sighed, reaching out to cup your face with firm hands. It was when you felt your cheeks encounter a steady warmth that you realized just how sleepy you were. Changbin smugly grinned at the sight of you yawning, glancing at the laptop seated above the sheets with a conflicted expression. Finally making up your mind, you left the comfort of his hold to reach for the abandoned device.

"Just let me save my progress..."

⌗ hyunjin !

"What's a good research design?"

Hyunjin looked up from the small corner he positioned himself in, moving his attention to your slouching form near your messy desk littered with opened books, notebooks, and just... paper. You were staring blankly at the computer screen, looking like you had all the soul sucked out of you.

"I don't know," he shrugged, despite you not looking at him directly. "Maybe leaves as the borders?"

You side-eyed him, trying to see if he was being serious about the recommendation. "Did you really just say that?"

Hyunjin whined at your judging reaction. "Leave me alone! I'm trying to meditate," he grumbled, feeling annoyed all of a sudden. "And you asked for my input."

"And by meditate, you mean paint." You chuckled, deeply endeared by his sulking.

"It's my zone," Hyunjin pointed the paintbrush he was holding towards you, waving it around like a wand for more effect. "Focus on your bland white document file." You snorted at his comment.

"I can't even defend that."

The clock on your screen informed you of the time, almost scolding you for being awake at such an hour. It's not like you completely regretted your choice—your paper wasn't going to write itself, but damn you were sleepy. You noticed that your own boyfriend was also barely holding himself up, his eyes turning a bit unfocused at times. Clearing your throat, you decided to get his attention one more time.

"Should—should we just sleep?"

⌗ han !

"This is so stressful." you complained through gritted teeth, mentally restraining yourself from the urge to completely destroy your laptop.

Jisung hummed from somewhere in the background. "You alright?"

"No," you spat out venomously, trying to let the source of your frustrations, a document file, know that you were not happy with it at all. "I want to slam this laptop against the wall."

"Woah, that got violent real quick." he chuckled nervously, approaching you quickly in hopes of calming you down.

You took a deep breath. "I need a soothing playlist or something."

"And that's my cue!" Jisung squealed excitedly, speeding away to grab his phone and connect it to a speaker. "Got what you need, babe."

There was a short silence filled with your curiosity as you waited for Jisung to start playing a song. You found his enthusiasm contagious, getting you to smile softly. It was all nice and peaceful until a familiar tune entered your ears.

Is that twinkle, twinkle, little star?

You blanked at him, watching his eyebrows wiggle playfully; the action being so annoyingly endearing that you had no choice but to laugh, spreading the warmth you felt with Jisung's actions all throughout your system. Your boyfriend decided to make himself comfortable on the bed, spreading his arms wide open as an invitation. You rolled your eyes playfully. Now who could resist that?

"Scoot over, you menace."

⌗ felix !

"Is this a bribe?" You questioned your boyfriend, who was smiling oh-so-suspiciously in the midst of handing you a plate of freshly baked cookies. Felix shrugged, acting all nonchalant about the situation.

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Perhaps," you squint at him as you take the plate from his grasp. "But I need to finish this, Lix."

He only nodded in understanding. "You can finish the cookies at the same time too. Do you want hot chocolate or milk with it?"

Even though you were still confused and skeptical, you didn't want to disregard Felix's efforts. This was most likely his way of giving you support—that or he was just desperate to tuck you to bed already. Or maybe both. That also sounds just like something he would do.

"Coffee, please," you sighed, giving in to his advances. He visibly deflates at your choice of beverage, an action you catch on to quickly, cementing his reason for all this in your head. You took a bite of a cookie, amused at his reaction.

"How are you so obvious?"

Felix pouted at your words, feeling called out. "I am a man on a mission."

"Well, consider it mission accomplished," you said, standing up to give him a small peck on the cheek as a way of rewarding him. "Just give me a few more minutes."

Sitting back down, you left Felix frozen in place, still trying to process what you had just done. When his brain finally caught up, he almost jumped in happiness, making you smile as well.

"I knew my baking had magic!"

⌗ seungmin !

"Dude," you monotonously start, staring at Seungmin lying down all comfortably while mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "I want to be you so badly right now."

Your boyfriend freezes dramatically—his head snapping to look at you the next second. "Did you really just dude me? At two in the morning?" He gasps, his face reflecting how offended he was at the way you referred to him. You playfully scoff at his reaction.

This project proposal really had you on the verge of just quitting. The night was chilly, and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle in bed and sleep to your heart's content. Unfortunately, you were stuck at your desk trying to finish what was left of the darn thing.

"If you had to sacrifice sleep for a project you don't even like, you would too."

"But I'm babe…" Seungmin sulks, sinking deeper into the fluffy bed sheets. "Am I even still your boyfriend?"

Turning your back to him, you reached for the computer's keyboard once again. "Yes, of course. My honeybunch, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin—"

"Okay, that's overkill," you softly laughed at Seungmin's quick retort. 

"And I'm overkilled."

Your boyfriend only hums at the statement. There was a silence that followed his simple response, making you groan at the reminder that you had something else to do other than chat with Seungmin. But just when you were about to get into work mode, you felt firm arms wrap around your waist as well as a sudden weight on your shoulder.

"Just sleep already. I'll help you with that tomorrow."

⌗ i.n !

"I seriously don't understand how you still have the brain cells to do that at this hour." Jeongin stares at you from the bed, greatly impressed by your determination to stay up for so long. 

"Thank you," was your reply, continuing to type away on the keyboard. "I try hard."

"But at what cost?"

"Why are you trying to make this conversation into a drama all of a sudden?" You asked, swiveling the chair around to face him, your face filled with questioning.

"I'm bored," Jeongin simply admits. "And sleepy."

You sigh, now feeling guilty for making him wait this long. He must be exhausted too, seeing as it was already around three in the morning. "Jeongin, you don't have to stay up, you know?"

He clicked his tongue in distaste. "Then risk you passing out alone? No way."

Your heart immediately warms at his words. So he was worried? The past week has been quite rough on you—this being about the third time you've sacrificed sleep in the last 6 days. If Jeongin was in your position, you would already be fussing for him to get to bed a few hours ago. Yet, here he was, supporting you in his own way. 

The blinking line that marked where you had stopped in the file was staring at you, pleading with you to continue and finish everything before the sun rose. But it looks like that won't be happening right now.

"Fine. I still have tomorrow anyway."

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[alittlebirb]

Some irreverent chaos from the MCC 24 Green Geckos!

Gem saying Oli is too loud and him replying "you can turn me down to zero if you don't want to hear my ~funny bits~!"

TapL saying he didn't vod review Turtle Run and everyone demanding he watch it RIGHT NOW, OPEN IT UP RIGHT NOW

I also need to mention this is the first time I've watched Oli and his sound effects+music is the best thing I've ever heard

"Do we know left from right? That's important to know before we start doing call outs. If you need a reminder just keep an L by the side of your screen." -Gem

Oli and Gem getting excited over saiko posting their fanart for the event

"They really know how to make me look like an anime protag!" -Oli

"Are we doing a cage stream? We will be doing two cage streams! But for this I've been freed from my cage!" -Oli

5up saying he's getting "bored" of SOT and he needs to "spice it up"

THEY'RE GOING TO BE DOING A ROTATING SANDKEEPER???

Oli freaking out over his sound and Gem shutting him down that she "does NOT want to hear about his tech problems right now."

"If you eat a burger, it slows you down." -TapL

"You are the mother duck, we are the ducklings. Go forth." -Gem to 5up in MD

TapL immediately following that up with a series of obnoxious quacking noises

Oli just flying through an empty map after he died, until he finally figures out how to teleport to mid

The disaster of that fight with Yellow, compounded with the fact that Oli turned his narrator on during the fight. That deadpan robotic voice describing their losing fight while Oli frantically tries to turn it off was a work of art.

Everyone just marveling over how cool MD is while watching the last fight

Oli's FAT DUMPY breaking the elevator

"This is it, after all the pvp teams are like, YES!, their mental high note, here is where we crush their mental." -5up, employing psychological warfare in SOM (Sands Of Mart)

The unhabitable conditions of the block rooms, with pillagers and skeletons breaking their concentration every 2 seconds

Oli and Gem occasionally fighting like bickering siblings

Oli accidentally dropping a "fucked up" in Gem's presence and immediately covering it up with "messed up"

Gem giving the brutal review that "our coms are rougher than I thought it'd be, not gonna lie."

"That remix helped nothing and hurt everything." -Gem

TapL spilling a "dollop" of water on his keyboard

"I've had a big scream!" -Oli

"I need to get my energy out in a stabby game, where I can punch and kick and flail!" -Oli

The chat calling them "the green anxiety's"

Half of the team getting frozen during the vote and demanding a recount

Oli beefing with Joel in the chat over the wait for 5up to rejoin

Oli giving Sapnap permission to pee, and TapL truthing that he didn't wash his hands

5up going through the most stressful experience in his life attempting to reconnect to MCC with the weight of 40 people's expectations on his shoulders

Gem calling TapL "our little green boy" as he flies in RSR

"I got a kill on Sparklez, so that's good. Gotta keep the old man down-" -Oli

TapL calling the way Illumina hit Purpled off the edge and won second round "sexy"

Oli coming in and interrupting 5up's pep talk, and Gem shushing him

TapL digging a hole in mid during SB, getting ferreted out by Pink, and then proceeding to slaughter 3/4 Pensioners

Oli asking if they can take Hamnah and Jojo, and Gem just responding with the most affronted "no."

TapL and Gem winning the second round!

"We've got our spirits awfully down for a team that's in 5th!" -Gem

TapL talking about how, when he was rushing to find a Turtle Run vod, he instead found results on a place called Turtle Run in Illinois

Gem being very rudely awakened about the amount of lava present in the BB map

Oli getting lost about how to get down to middle even though that was what 5up's pre-game pep talk was all about 😭

TapL whaling on Captain Sparklez and screaming "I'M SORRY. I STILL WATCH YOUR VIDEOS!"

"I got shot by The Gay." -TapL after getting killed by Scott

"Not THE GAY!" -Oli

"We don't follow rules 5up, we aren't even listening to our own words!" -Gem

TapL producing an AI generated sentence as an example of Things He Would Say In SOT

Oli eloping with Martyn in HITW during the Mega Chicken Vote, making them the only two HITW enjoyers in the dome!

TapL planning to speedrun AR and putting together a hype playlist (which sadly does not include the Jellyfish Jam from Spongebob SquarePants)

Just the wildly different vibes between each stream, with Gem and 5up being very chill, Oli blasting the loudest hype music available, and TapL listening to the MCC Update video on accident

Both TapL and 5up once again freezing??? 5up straight up crashing????

"They should just give us stimulus coins, for the oopsie." -TapL

TapL predicting his win the second time around and dubbing it TurtleGate

Oli narrating his AR journey and consistently improving the whole way through!

Everyone on Green finishing in a row, aside from 5up who finished a single place apart from them

The absolute travesty that was HITW getting chosen over GR. Who decided this. One of you is going to pay for this. 👁👁

TapL saying he's reaching for the moon this HITW round because it was Techno's philosophy, and getting first place!

"How are you feeling?" -TapL

"HOT." -Oli

Gem and 5up asking Oli if he knows what the colored walls mean in SOT, and the dead silence when he says no (as a funny lil joke, just a silly jest)

"No risky things!" -5up

"Oh no, I did risky things!" -Oli

"...I need to be unlocked." -Oli

5up getting locked in at the end, and Oli declaring "that's showbiz, baby!"

TapL putting on videos of cats to relax

"The reddit predicted us 9th...and I guess they were right!" -Gem

"The reddit can read me like a book." -Oli

TapL putting on the Benny Hill theme during DB

This MCC was a straight up fever dream.

Green Geckos finished MCC 24 in 9th place!

[sluttyten]

sorry but im just imagining sitting on hendery’s lap while he’s gaming on his pc with other members. and like ur playing animal crossing or something but got bored & decided to bother him instead. like he’s bouncing u on his thigh so u start fake moaning near his headset to embarrass him and he’s finally like here since u wanna talk so bad…he puts the headset over ur ears and just goes to town bc u couldn’t shut tf up 😭

Gaming with Hendery was a good time, a way to spend time together even while you both did your own thing. You didn't want to be that girlfriend that makes her boyfriend stop doing things that he did before, like having fun gaming with his friends, so you were more than happy to sit here in his lap while he played on his gaming PC, his headset on and eyes frozen onto the screen.

You were perfectly content to sit there in his lap, his arms on either side of you so he could still reach to control his game. And you could play animal crossing or games on your phone or just watch him play.

Normally it was like that.

But tonight, you were bored with your games. You were bored with his game, but you were just sitting here with his warm chest against your back, his arms caging you in on either side. While you'd been distracted by your game, his voice had just been a sound in the background as he spoke into the mic on his headset, but once you sat aside your game, his voice was all you heard and he was speaking in one of his several languages, though this one was one that you weren't fluent in.

You tried to pick out the words he was saying, to figure out if you knew any of them in relation to the game that he was playing. But you can't figure out what he's saying, and that makes you even more bored with just sitting here.

Hendery must be able to sense your boredom, your discontent with just sitting here, because he starts to bounce his leg a little beneath you, dropping one of his hands down in a free moment to pat at your thigh before he brings it back up to his keyboard and starts speaking rapidly into the headset again.

You blow out a heavy breath from between your lips, shifting in his lap as he continues bouncing his leg, and when you end up just straddling his one thigh, one good bounce presses right up against your pussy, sending a hot lurch of lust through you.

And you get an idea.

You start moaning, starting somewhat quietly at first, but as Hendery keeps not paying any more attention to you than he was before, you increase your volume. Moaning louder and louder until when you glance over at your boyfriend's face, he's looking at you, eyebrows dipping together as he lifts a hand to cover the mic.

You can hear a voice speaking through the headset, sounding amused, and a blush appears high on Hendery's cheeks. He doesn't usually blush, and you're pleased to see it. You moan again, a loud long moan of his name.

You can tell he's getting more embarrassed and annoyed. You expect him to turn off the game or to maybe just make you get up and be quiet. But Hendery does neither to your surprise.

He jerks the headset off of his head, and you open your mouth to say something in victory, but then he shoves the headset onto your head, the microphone fixed right in front of your parted lips. You can hear someone making noise through the earphones, but they're not speaking right now. It's just game noises and a sound of frustration.

"You wanna talk so bad," Hendery tells you, and he pushes at your hips until you're standing up, bent over his gaming desk. Your heart leaps to your throat. This is what you wanted, though until this moment you hadn't really known that. "Be noisy now, baby, make real sounds for my friends to hear."

You bite your lip as Hendery bares your ass, as he brings a hand smacking down on one side of your ass.

"Go on, baby, moan for me, for all of them to hear."

Your body bursts into flames of embarrassment now. It was one thing to pretend to moan, but Hendery slips his fingers into you now and you struggle to hold in your moan. He really wants you to moan for him so his friends can hear?

It's hot and embarrassing at the same time. You've talked before with him about being overheard while having sex, how you used to really like the idea of having sex with him in the dorm while the other members of his group were home, thinking of them listening in on how good he made you feel.

But that was a while ago. Soon after that discussion, they'd moved dorms and it was basically only Hendery and Xiaojun in there. Xiaojun was usually too polite to listen in, any time that you started to get loud you could hear him either crank his music in his room or he'd leave the apartment to take Bella on a walk.

This though is hitting the spot, exactly what you'd talked about all that time ago, getting listened to.

Hendery doesn't hold back as he pushes his cock inside you. He doesn't go slow or fuck you in any way differently than he normally might. You can't hold in the moans, the way that your voice shakes around his name as he turns your legs to jelly, your belly pressed against the edge of the desk.

You can hear his friends laughing over the headset, can hear them mocking your moans and cries, and that just serves to turn you on even more.

Hendery, you notice, is being more quiet than usual, not making the usual sounds or dirty talk that he might, but it doesn't matter because he soon has you cumming around his cock, his friends' mocking tones echoing in your ears as the moans of your orgasm shake and turn into sobs when Hendery keeps fucking you.

The game is completely forgotten as he lays your chest flat on the desk with a hand flat on your back, his other hand swings down against your ass and he draws his hips back just to snap them forward, driving in deep, punching another moan from your lips.

He reaches up for the headset, removing it from your head. He presses a button and tosses it aside. "Is this what you wanted, baby?" His voice is tight from holding back his moans. "Wanted all my friends to know what a good slut you are for me?"

"Yes, sir."

Hendery's hands both slide to your hips, his cock jerking inside you, and he groans, finally letting it out for you as he starts to rock faster and more shallowly, just trying to get himself off now, and your pussy flutters around him, trying to draw him in deeper when he finally presses his chest against your back, his hips flat against your ass, and he empties himself inside you.

When he pulls out of you, he slides down to his knees, pulling you back against his face, burying his mouth against your pussy to clean you up, to taste himself combined with you as he licks up what leaks from you. You whimper and whine at the feeling on his tongue on your swollen clit, rubbing your pussy back against his soft lips.

This time when you cum, your legs really turn to jelly. As soon as Hendery draws his head away from your pussy, withdraws his hands from your hips, you drop off the desk, collapsing into his lap on the floor, and Hendery wraps his arms around you, scattering kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

"Wasn't that a fun game, baby?" Hendery asks gently, "Do you want to play that one again?"

All you can do is nod. That might be one of your new favorite games.

[loneworldgazer]

Are your asks still open? If they are can I request to ran getting badly injured and almost fainting until he hears a noise near him and he finds fem reader who looks at him concerened and ends up taking him home and fixes him up.

To sum it up ran developing a huge crush on the sweet cute small girl who helped him without asking questions and looking like she's about to tear up when he hisses in pain...

guilty pleasure

pairings: ran x fem!reader

a/n: i feel like this one's crappy so please reassure me it's not😭

warnings: slight violence, mentions of shooting

the soft patters of rain slowly start to stop, the cold of the after storm freezes him making him let out a low chuckle because the shivers he felt maxed out the amount of pain that he had, even moving a finger hurted.

his phone vibrated with messages, internally groaning to who was texting him. he couldn't, he sincerely apologizes to whoever was spamming their keyboard over him.

there were times he basked in pain like this, from enemy to enemy, never too hard for him. but as it cycles, he felt like he could see two with one person standing before him. he was alright, beating the hell out of people like beating his boredom away but he also falters just like right now.

his bone creaked that he smiled remembering how his litte brother called him old man when he keeps complaining about aches on his body, oh he wishes his brother was here to help him right now because he felt the clouds countinuing it's little crying session that droplets form on his cheeks.

he heard the little scuffle of feet, probably thinking that a cat was just passing him by with fish in it's mouth but a pair of hands touch on his chest to catch his attention. he didn't know if its the hits on his head from the elbow jabs making him hear little to nothing but he just knew if you were asking if he needed help. he held out his hand to grab onto yours, not actually having a reason to other than wanting to know if you were real and not one of 'sanzu's angels' that sanzu loves talking about.

you steady him on his feet, making sure not to trip over yourself to the entrance of your home and made him sit on a stool while you rush back to search for a med kit.

his hearing was hurting that any thoughts in his head starts hurting too but you kept your mouth shut while assesing to the injured man infront of you, letting him take a sip out a glass and holding it up when his shaky hands couldn't hold it.

patting down cotton with liquid on it and stinging it wherever you placed it on his skin, his teeth clenched while he held onto the kitchen counter to not groan too loud. you placed bandaids to cuts you cleaned and bandages at spots you needed to place.

what he notices when you clean him is your concentration and the tiny specks of liquid near your eyes, your nose was also tingling a little and you hands seem tense tending to him.

how cute, were you nervous because of his big presence or were you hurt because of how he's writhing in pain? he could lay in the thoughts of sadism but that isn't too nice when a kind darling was helping him heal at the moment.

he could thank you for the water you gave him because the demons giving him dizziness were kind of gone, still there but the buzz in his head left him and he could talk a little but he let out a little noise you freaked out to that you jumped.

"ah i-i'm sorry, i just wanted to thank you.." you flailed your hands around, telling it's okay and finally got comfortable to ask if he was okay. he couldn't lie because his mind still feels like wreckage but all sense of what happened earlier cam back instead and he let out a frown. as usual, rival gang challenges bonten and they win except these bastards had ways to attack him left right, up down up down. like a damn punching bag, he fell and he had no other choice but to start firing.

now that he thinks about it, he felt bad that you had took time to take care of a criminal like him, having using his hands to murder and beat up people and yet you were holding them like they helped you even once. he didn't deserve this so he started texting the spammer his location (though he's sure rindou had already know where he is)

you saw his frown of course, scared to upset him with a question like that but you had to know so you changed your question.

"are you better than a few minutes ago?"

ran realized he didn't even answer your question and shook his head, telling you that he's fine but he kept it vague that you had to push him for more details.

the way you asked him questions while he answered so little made him guilty but he didn't want to pull anyone in his crime life, look at you, a mere sweetheart cleaning away his wounds like it was a normal fall from him and you patched him up real good.

he couldn't even run because his body ached and he defitenely needed another person to accompany him, arm under his while steadying him for the exit. he wanted to stop your concerned self so he held your hands, cringing when the rough of your palm touches his, a person that shouldn't be the one taking care of him yet here he was.

"i'm sorry, i just can't keep up with the conversation.. my head is killing me and don't worry about anyone picking me up, my brother will.."

honestly, you wanted to pry a little on how he got so injured because of this. you knew it's gang work. how else does someone with a tattoo on the bulge of his neck even get so injured, it's like jason voorhees completely missed the chance to kill him but manage to massacre his other parts. this is your first time upfront with one gang member and you wanted to know badly but sadly he couldn't continue due to his headache.

yes, you were like a firefly to a light but what exactly is the cause of the light? it could be anything like a bonfire to zapping light and it's him. he was the danger you don't even know you're getting yourself into.

a bit scared now that he might be faking his nice attitude, you scoot away to get some more water for him but a tug to your hand stopped you whole.

he rubbed his thumb against your hand, he needed contact from someone; fearing his mind goes unconscious suddenly and he needed you badly. no matter how bad he tries to push you back in this very moment he couldn't, life hinted at him that he couldn't and he wanted to blow raspberries at it. the gentle touching smoothing out his back when you patted it down, making him relax into you; it could make him cry of how you stayed beside him like a parent with their wailing child.

looking at your tender eyes eyeing every part of his body, fearing you missed any spots made his heart crumble a litte to how concerned you were that he just wanted to cover your eyes from not seeing him anymore, comedic as it sounds but he doesn't want your focus on him because he's self conscious now.

"why are you staring so hard?" a faint smirk playing on his face, still a playful boy even on the near verge of death and you sighed a little; he was fine, anyone in the crime scene are pretty strong so you need not to worry.

your voice quiet when you speak, whispering like the two of you are the only one in the world. not even wanting to speak up because you're scared he's too fragile to hear the loud of your voice. he might see you as an angel, maybe sanzu's angel was pretty people in fishnets and cigarettes on their lips while carrying the drunken man near their headquarters or the base and wishing him good riddance and never meeting him again but his angel was you and only you.

he felt like you were the few gems he could have and like sweet cake that his brother loves, he can't resist holding you and keeping you close. this was his guilty pleasure, a pure one other than wanting to hook up with sultry girls and guys and to have more wine than he ever had.

damn if you didn't appear what would happen to him?

a gun getting cocked could be heard right behind him and he immediately shielded you away, making you gasp when his hand covered your eyes and he glared at whoever aimed at you. that same catty grin throwing him off every morning put his hands up, sliding the gun into his pocket while his brother who he longed to see nudged the scar mouth while motioning his older brother to explain.

"little lady helped me with my wounds, if a gun comes any closer to her you know where the fuck the rest of my bullets are going sanzu."

"and where is that?~"

rindou stopped the two of them from bickering and bent down slightly to thank you and if only you could see him because the hand covering your sight made you akwardly nod. sanzu asks ran if he's done covering your eyes and he stopped, letting your vision blur before seeing who are the two people that appeared and one was really smirky while the other was aloof and focused more on his brother.

ran got easily helped by his brother and rindou called sanzu over instead of finding a chance to flirt with you and walked over while saying that you'll meet them again and winked going to ran's left.

and well, you smiled to that. kinda interested because you never really meet anyone who's in a gang or something of the sort.

and maybe your heart rushed a little because of how fast he was at protecting you.

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soon enough, maybe you will; know your angel who pulled you out of own your hell, like you did with his.

(now that's over, how the hell did both of them entered your house)