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run2gyuz · 4 months

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★𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙀𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 ★

Enhypen x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: TY FOR OVER 300 VOTES?

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: exhibitionism, overstimulation, brat taming, phone sex, mention of pornography, masterbation, somnophilia, pull out method (put a rubber on it guys!), oral fixation, cum eating (one line), Hoon cums in his pants, edging, dacryphilia

𝙬𝙘: 1069 :p

MINORS DNI

★ 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙬𝙤𝙣 ★

~ exhibitionism

HEAR ME OUT OKAY… I feel like it wouldn’t be hardcore, but if someone walked in on the two of you he’d definitely cum harder than usual :p I feel like he’d fuck you in his room when he knows you’ll be loud and his members can hear you, relishing in the way they’d all know just how good he fucks you. Or in the sitting room at night, knowing Jay was due home any minute now. Jungwon would also love it when you’d fuck in public, but only slightly hidden from other people, like the bathroom in the airport, the changing room in a store, or his personal favourite, the corner of a club, knowing full well that the guy who was shamelessly flirting with you was now trying not to pull out his dick at the sight of Jungwon ruining you.

★ 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜 ★

~ overstimulation

Like I can imagine you being a brat gf who just wants to be edged and cum so hard so you tease him all day, hoping that when you both got home he would fuck you until you came so hard you saw white. The boy wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what you were playing at, fucking you like you wanted, and as he felt you reach your orgasm, instead of slowing down like you expected he carried on fucking you hard, letting you cum around him. If you wanted to cum he was going to make sure you did just that, pounding into you post release, bringing his hand down to rub at your clit. You attempted to push him away telling him it was too much, but he only smirked, leaning down to whisper, “you wanted me to edge you right? So you tried to rile me up? Such a slut, you’re gonna cum again and again until I’ve decided you’ve learnt your lesson okay?”. Heeseung’d do just that, fucking you until you were crying, close to passing out from overstimulation.

★ 𝙅𝙖𝙮 ★

~ phone sex

I feel like before the two of you we’re together Jay watched porn a lot, not like he was obsessed or anything, he just needed some motivation. But why would he watch anyone else when he had you in front of him? But due to his work he was away a lot, but because you were such a wonderful girlfriend, you’d post pictures of yourself on your instagram knowing that they’d rile him up. You’d get a call at 3am, expecting to see your cute boys face, only to be met with Jays fucked out face, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “can’t cum,” is all he’d mutter before turning the screen around so you could see his aching cock. “You want me to help you baby?” You’d question as you intently watched Jay helplessly fist at his dick. He’d mumble a yes, whining and picking up the speed of his movements as he watched you massage one of your tits, other hand going down to your core. Why would Jay ever watch porn when you were one call away?

★ 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 ★

~ somnophilia

Jake gives me the vibes that he’d always get horny in the morning, the sight of your sleeping figure getting him horny. He felt a bit guilty but you were just so beautiful. He wouldn’t want to wake his pretty little girl so he’d tug at his cock, biting his lip as not to wake you with his sinful act, mind going wild at the sliver of stomach he could spot, you looked so innocent :( Once he let out a particularly large groan, accidentally waking you, the quiet, “Jakey?” You let out sending him over the edge as spurts of cum found their place all over his hand and thighs. The boy looked at you with panic, “m’ sorry baby, can’t help it when you look so pretty,”. You’d then tell him that next time he wakes up horny he can fuck you, you really didn’t mind, just wanted to make him feel good. He’d make sure you were sure, silently screaming at the thought of fucking you awake. The next time he woke up with a hard on, he wasted no time shoving his dick inside of you, pushing your night shirt up to reveal your perfect tits. And you know what, waking up to Jake cumming over your tits wasn’t bad at all.

★ 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 ★

~ oral fixation

Sunghoon has such pretty hands, why wouldn’t he want them to always be in your mouth. He always finds some excuse to put his hands in your mouth, mind spinning at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his didgets, the face you give him when your shamelessly sucking his slender fingers. Not just during sex are his fingers finding their place in your warm mouth. Got some food on his hand? In your mouth. Cut his finger? In your mouth. You came on his fingers? “Open wide baby, want you to taste how sweet you are,”Horny? In your mouth. You’re being to loud? In your mouth, “gotta be quiet baby, just suck on my fingers and don’t make noise mk? Don’t want Jake hearing what’s mine do we?”. Just the feeling of your lips around his fingers is enough to make Sunghoon cum in his pants, which he won’t deny happening before.

★ 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤 ★

~ dacryphilia

I’m not going to lie I get hard dom vibes from Sunoo, Ik he’s like the sweetest cutest person ever, but the sassy side of him makes me think he’d be so unfair! Like he’d edge you until all you could think of was his cock, you’ve been begging for hours, tears falling from your eyes as he pounded you to your edge for the nth time. “Please Sunoo, just wanna cum,” you’d choke out. Sunoo snickered, you looked so pretty, sobs leaving your body, inflating his already huge ego, he made you feel so good you cried? Damn. “You wanna cum? You should have just asked pretty girl? Go on, cum for me yeah?”. Your body would shake underneath him, ignoring the fact that he was teasing you again. Your cunt pulsated around his painfully hard cock, as you let out one of the most beautiful noises Sunoo had ever heard, sobs leaving your body once more. Sunoo brought his hand down to your face, wiping away your tears all while chasing his orgasm and helping you ride out yours. Finally cumming over your stomach mumbling, “so pretty when you cry,”.

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vendetta-ari · 3 months

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Can you do angst? If you can can yo udo Vox x Angel Female Reader who just had a fight with Vox over something and unfortunately screamed at Reader by saying "I wish/hope you die which made Reader leave and after 3 weeks of reader being absent Vox happens to get almost killed in extermination day until Reader blocked the hit and dies in his arms after Angel Reader protected him and got the Exorcist Angel to go away or die

omg angst makes me so sad but this was certainly entertaining to write. sorry I took so long to get your request done!! I hope you enjoy <3

The slamming of your door woke you up from your nap, you groggily got up from the couch you were sleeping on to see Vox, visibly angry. “mm..what's wrong honey?-” you asked him. He'd been busy with work lately so you assumed it was just another one of Velvette and Valentino's shenanigans. You didn't know much about the demons that lived around here, after all you were an angel, and not just any angel, an exorcist. you never liked the idea of extermination so you made friends with a few demons, specifically Vox, your boyfriend. Most would find your love disgusting and wrong, but you didn't really care, you would sneak into hell often to come visit him all the time. Vox had walked up to you and gave you a look as if he was mad at you, you didn't even do anything..right? “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Seriously, what is your godman problem? Are you mental or something?”

Your eyes widened in shock, he never speaks to you like that, even when he's mad. “what are you talking about Vox??”

“What am I talking about? don't play dumb, that shit doesn't work on me. I mean, really? y'know what? get the fuck out” He spoke with a nervous laugh, trying to hold himself back from doing something rash. “Vox I seriously don't know what I did- I'm sorry I-” your voice got all shaky before Vox cut you off from explaining yourself. “SHUT UP. I ALREADY TOLD YOU I WANTED YOU THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE.” he screamed so loud it terrified you. You shook your head and started grabbing a few things, you really didn't wanna argue with him. You felt your eyes getting all watery and you sniffled heading for the door. Before you left though, you heard Vox mumble something under his breath.

“I hope you fucking die.” he spat out.

You quickly slammed the door behind you, you felt sick to your stomach. How could he say that about you? you loved him and this is how he repays you? you didn't even know what you did to make him this way.

A few weeks had past, while you usually would come visit Vox in hell every week, you assumed he didn't want to see you. And a part of you didn't want to see him either, so you had stayed in heaven for weeks on end. Eventually extermination day came. you were never excited for it, but something about this time just made you more nervous and on edge. You ran around hell, pretending to kill demons. you never wanted this job, really. You always thought nobody really deserved to die. As you were thinking to yourself, you turned the corner and saw Vox. An exorcist stood above him, a spear pointed at his head. you needed to do something, anything, you couldn't just let him die. You ran at the speed of light and pushed the exorcist out of the way, she fell to the floor as you turned to Vox, urging him to run. The exorcist grabbed you by the collar and slammed you down on the floor, almost making you lose consciousness. she grabbed your wings and pulled, tearing them off clean as golden blood flowed down your back. you screamed in horror and pain as she plunged a spear through your stomach before flying to kill some other demons.

You coughed up blood looking at Vox, he was still there..he didn't run. He fell to his knees and grabbed you, he looked disheveled, tears at his clothing and a few cracks on his screen.

“oh god..o-oh my god… please dont die on me stay with me please stay I can't lose you. I'm so sorry please I didn't mean it, I don't want you dead.” He spoke quickly, stuttering after every word he spoke. Tears flowing down your face, you kissed him one last time, leaving a bloody mark on his screen you finally fell into unconsciousness, losing your breath and dying in his arms.

Hope you enjoyed reading, anon!!

(word count = 682)

-xoxo, Ari

#angst #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #vox hazbin hotel

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inkskinned · 1 year

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you know, the light that fades at the end of Goncharov isn't light.

i am not a very good person to talk to about movies. i haven't seen most of the "official" american canon - jaws, psycho, citizen kane. i have seen sharknado, though. like so much in my childhood, what i knew was a little jar on a long shelf of gallons; my world was a catholic desert in new england weather.

my father had gotten his snout up about something; so we had to watch it. he was mad we hadn't seen it, the way people are going to be mad i haven't seen those three up i named there, as if i me having-not-seen-the-movie was because i was making some kind of political statement or argument. i just haven't seen them yet, i have no opinion about it. i'll eventually get around to it, god be willing.

during that time, i was doing bad in school and worse in taking care of my body. i sat on the floor on this green pillow, one of the ones my dog eventually tears up. my dad typed g-o-n into the DVR with that slow methodical passion, the remote tilted so the "rays" or whatever would somehow find the ever-smaller input.

he was excited. "you need to understand the light." he didn't look at me while he did it, focused.

"are you spelling gonorrhea." my brother, the eldest, was 17 in this memory. he was sitting on the chair in the corner, playing a game i can't remember the name of. (starfleet? star invaders? it was online, i know that. lots of clicking.)

my dad is used to this. we talk over each other all the time. "when they made it, scorsese wanted this specific hue over everything." my father looks over his shoulder at me, but i'm on the floor, stretching. i don't have a smart phone yet. i'm just watching with the anxious-restless feeling we all get when your father is painstakingly typing something into a virtual keyboard at an eighth of the speed you could have managed. "you'd like this, raquel. what color do you think he wanted?"

my mom comes in from the kitchen. "do we want salt or butter on the popcorn?" she has a handful she pops into her mouth. "wait for your sister to come upstairs. she'll be mad if she misses a part."

"salt," i say, while my brother says "butter."

"spruce." my dad is undeterred. he finally clicks the v, and then navigates over the red tiles to enter. "Spruce."

"okay?" i like dark green too. to be honest, i have no idea who Scorsese is or why he is important. (this is, by the way, still true.)

"here's the thing." my father doesn't actually click the "enter." he just looks at me, adjusting his glasses. "it doesn't exist."

okay. he's right. i do like this. i squint up at him, the signal to go on.

"it came to him in a dream. it's not a real color." my brother monotones, flat. he's heard this story before, and he's 17.

"i still say it's green," my mother says. she comes in holding the salt-and-buttered popcorn, fluffy in an orange bowl. "he just never painted a house, is all."

"it's a candle smell," i say.

"a tree." i don't know when my little sister came upstairs. she's braiding her hair, frowning. "i thought we were going to watch psych."

"it's old movie night," my mother answers. there's something there, in the cant of her smile, which i won't understand until i am much older. if you are over 25, you know what i saw. my mother, seeing her family settle like tired birds around a movie screen, for the moment placid, not-fighting. none of the children are happy about the selection - why would we be?

"Scorsese says it's not green." my father finally clicks rent for 2.99. "he was looking for this specific color, the one from his dreams. the color he had been told was called spruce, through someone in the dream." he looks to me again, his poet. "you know how dreams always feel... different. when you look back on them in your memories, they don't color in all the way. and he wanted that dream tinge."

the memories of my dreams are covered in colored static. sometimes i nightmare in black and white. i did not share this information, thinking it was too private. (forgive me. i was 14. everything was too-private for me.)

"a regular hitchcock," my mom mutters. we don't know, yet, not really, about what hitchcock did.

"he revolutionized the lighting industry. raquel, you have to look for the light in this thing. it's only in a few frames per scene. he didn't want it to be overwhelming."

"he fired like 10 people while he was doing it." my brother doesn't look up from his screen, clicking feverishly. "in order to get the color, he had to develop a software to switch lighting past human speed." he sends a glance towards the TV, kind of relenting. "it was cool, actually. he didn't actually light the room with that speed, he used one set of colors on the set and then another set specifically over the film. we're basically seeing two films: one that has the regular lighting, and then just this lighting track playing on top."

"like a sound list - ah, what's that called?" my father's remote hovers over play. i am trying to figure out what color i think spruce is going to be. "soundtrack," he amends. "are we all ready?"

"i still don't think it's real," my mother says. "i think he made it up for PR." my mother is good at colors. my mother would be right about that kind of thing.

"hon, he spent thousands of dollars on this." my father isn't angry, for once, he's smiling. "i'm telling you, it happens."

she shrugs. "i'll believe it when i see it."

we are not ready. we have to each find places to sit. i've been lying about how bad my eyesight is getting, so i keep my seat on the floor, close to the television. my mother, father, and sister take the couch. i make sure i am within reaching distance of the popcorn. my brother even kind-of closes his monstrosity of a laptop. then my mother has to use the bathroom, so we all do, so we won't have to pause later. then my sister remembers her homework, so i get mine too, spreading it uselessly in front of me. i slide open my verizon sidekick keyboard phone to text Dean who the fuck is scorkayze? [sic] and then we are ready.

my mom falls asleep by the end of the first 15 minutes. my father misses most of it, since he's already seen it, going downstairs to play World Civ instead. my sister doesn't get it, so she ends up at the dining room table, doing homework instead. my brother goes back to the video game.

i stare really, really, really hard at the film, trying to figure out where the spruce happens. a few frames per scene.

i don't like the film. like most movies i saw at the time, i found it boring. i had undiagnosed adhd. i spend most of my time stretching and texting and not-doing my homework. again, i'm sorry - i was 14.

when the "gun" finally goes off - if you've seen the movie, you know the scene, and i won't spoil it here for other readers - i looked back over my shoulder towards my family. all of us, quiet in our own little seats. satellites. did i want this memory to be different? that i would turn and see my family, happily crowded chickadees, our wings brushing? or is this just the real-life, the type of love where we are not nesting birds, but foxes. prowling the edges of our comfort with our jaws open. snapping at the shadows, wishing for the closeness we don't allow ourselves to get. tomorrow we will watch psych. this is the last year of my life that all of us will live under the same roof. my brother goes off to college, and my sister and i follow suit. it is the last year my grades don't matter. it is my sister's first year of middle school. it is 2007; and in 2008, in the recession, we will no longer be able to afford to turn on the heat.

behind me, on the television, the light was fading.

sometimes, when i think back to it, shifting through the memory: it appears out of the thin air. a frame of spruce. it's never around the movie. my father's hands on the remote. my brother's low voice. the sound of my sister walking up the stairs. the popcorn smell hanging in the air. for a moment, the sense - everything is easy. and you know? i think i see it, mr. scorsese.

#how far do we go for a meme?#haha :)#what if i just write about the death of childhood by accident #this was supposed to be 3 paragraphs but i just finished disco elysium #so i am too full up on words #ps most of this is true #i still haven't seen those movies lmafo

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slushiepizza · 4 days

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Lazy Bones

Relationship : Guy & Guy's Dad, Guy & his parents

Tags : Father-Son Relationship, Dysfunctional Family, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Hurt-no-Comfort, Executive Dysfunction, Guy is more similar to his dad than he thought much to his dismay, and he has to grit his teeth and move on Toxic Family Dynamic

Word Count : 1,772

ao3 notes: something something he's gonna make it through this year if it kills him /j; both guy and his father are hinted to have mental health issues that i didn't specify for fear of ruining the immersion, but i do have a specific condition in mind when i wrote them this way

Guy knew what sort of day it was as soon as he woke up that afternoon.

His small dorm room was a vacuum, where time moved both like molasses and the speed of light. The dollar-store curtains did little to keep the afternoon sun away from the room. The AC slowly hummed. He could hear laughter outside- probably people coming back from class. His bones were stationary, and the defeated sort of embrace of the blanket welcomed him like a home.

He mentally started counting down from ten and forced himself to move. He slowly made his way to the bathroom in the muted darkness, wincing when he accidentally kicked something plastic and sent it skidding across the floor. He’ll get it later.

Guy found himself in front of the bathroom mirror and recognized what was in his eyes as something pathetic. The look on his face was familiar, and he’d seen that look a million times before.

He hated what he saw.

—

Small hands slowly nudged a weary shoulder that early June. Everything was hazy in the heat of summer. A talk show- no, a sports program, was playing in the background from the CRT screen.

“Dad. Daaad. Play with me,” he whined at the fresh age of five. “I’ll be the fire truck, ‘an you’ll be the train.”

His Dad, a mountain of a man impossible to climb, laid himself against his chair. In that house, everyone shared everything except for that chair in the corner of the living room. That chair was his, and over the years, it’d soon mold itself into the shape of his body and its fabric would be stained with his beer.

“Why don’t ‘cha bother your mom, instead, huh?” he grunted, unmoving.

“She’s at the store,” Guy replied.

“Go outside, or something. Y’know when I grew up, we used to just go to the woods and just. Played with sticks. You young’uns are soft, always need coddlin’ and buggerin’. Can’t even sit still for a second.”

He looked up at his father’s stubbled, rugged face. Marred by the heat of the sun. “I can do that?!”

“Sure, son,” the man looked at him with an almost sad sort of look. His labored arm, wiry and thick from long hours at the auto shop, reached out to muss up his hair. “Your Pa’s… tired.”

Guy was hunting for bugs in the backyard when his mother came back home from the store and yelled at her husband for letting him get dirty. And for sitting there all day, never doing anything useful. And that she wished that she never married someone who’d give up so easily as him.

He remembered that his father was tired a lot.

—

Guy did the least he could do. He brushed his teeth and had a single slice of bread for breakfast. Anything is better than nothing, a dear friend told him. He guessed it was right because, on days when he felt like he wanted to let the mattress mold itself to the shape of his body, the only way he could survive was by keeping the ball rolling. A routine- or some form of it. What he did barely counted as one, but it was better than letting himself fall into the trap of falling back asleep.

He opened the laptop, checked the calendar, and mentally kicked himself.

The deadline was today.

Guy liked to believe that he was a capable, competent person. But as soon as he opened the word document to write the last act of his script- a task that he’d put off from days before- his mind was full of noise.

He craved mind-numbing comfort, so he sought it. He sunk into his chair and scrolled on his phone. In the back of his mind, he felt angry.

Business was rough for the auto shop, and it later closed when Guy was sixteen. His dad never looked for another job- and he soon took his role as a stay-at-home father.

The arguments soon died down, maybe because his parents had already worn each other out by that point. They barely saw each other anyway- his mother’s job at the hospital as a residential nurse kept it that way.

His father was itching for control- and home was the only thing close enough to that.

He was neurotic about where things were supposed to be. The chairs were supposed to be aligned with the floorboards, and Guy has had to sweep the floors multiple times. If a strand of his hair was found- it’d send his father into ballistics.

Hair was another issue.

“Isn’t it time for a haircut?” his dad asked as he vacuumed, without ever meeting Guy in the eyes.

"I like it this way,” he replied.

“Makes you look like a chick.”

—

The videos on his phone flashed colors and various soundbites. It felt incomprehensible to him, and his mind fell into the space between awareness and daydream- a thick fog.

He didn’t feel like catching the deadline. Maybe he should just give up and not do it. He could lie down and not do anything at all.

“This is how I stayed productive even on days when I was exhausted and didn’t have any motivation. The Eisenhower matrix can help you manage your time-” the YouTube video droned and Guy felt himself slip away.

He probably was just lazy. He needed one day to get himself together and he could train himself to have discipline and not rely on motivation, or start time blocking, or start writing bullet journals and get his life together.

—

Guy grew to realize that he hated his father. Hated the way he seemed to always park himself in front of the TV and not shower for days. Disgusting and good-for-nothing. The way he would only get up to go around the house and make sure that everything was in pristine condition. Unused, untouched. Guy hadn’t eaten in his dining room for ages.

His father could’ve tried if he wanted to. He could’ve applied for other jobs, could’ve cared more about him. But he wallowed in the unknown frustrating corners of his mind and let days pass him by.

He could see the weight sagging his mother’s shoulders-the exhaustion in her eyes as she picked him up from school before going to her night shift.

Guy’s biggest fantasy when he was growing up was for his parents to get a divorce. It never came, and in a sick and twisted way, they did need each other to survive. She needed the illusion of a family, and he needed the money.

“Why can’t you do it for me!” he yelled in a particularly heated fight.

“I’m doing this for you! What do you even want?! For this family to be torn apart and to become the talk of the town?”

“I don’t need you to stay together when all you do is yell at each other,” he pleaded.

“You don’t understand,” she said and ended their discussion there.

—

Before he knew it, it was dark outside and he hadn’t written a single word for his script. The deadline was in five hours, and he was sure that he’d be dropped from the project if he didn’t manage to make it.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. A mix of voices rang in his skull: ‘The deadline is in five hours. You’ve done nothing, stupid.’ And ‘maybe you should eat something. You’re hungry, and you’ve only had bread.’ with ‘you should try starting now. You can still fight for this gig. It’s not over yet.’

Guy stood up and approached the pile of laundry on the corner of his bed. He mechanically folded them and arranged them in his drawer of clothes. It gave him the feeling that he had his life together. He hated the fact that he had to do such an ordeal just to do basic tasks. Double the effort for half the result.

Everything felt like a hill he had to climb. Strategies, timers, to-do lists, tricks. It was frustrating, the fact that he was so damaged that he couldn’t straightforwardly do anything.

Tears started to cloud his vision and all he could do was blink them away in anger. Anger at himself for being affected by people who do not care for him in the slightest (A lie, he will soon realize. They did care- but it was the only sort of care that they understood.) He hated that he was a carbon copy of his father despite having tried so desperately to be different.

He studied hard in school, and he worked double, and triple shifts at Max’s to support himself. But he couldn’t escape from what he was. This… sickness, the willingness to give up so easily was passed down from his father like a curse. It was in his blood, written in his bones. At the end of the day, he was still his father’s son.

—

The thing is, his dad did try. Between the narcissist, and the mid-life crisis-ridden man, there were glimpses of what he was underneath it all. What he could’ve been.

He remembered when it stormed all morning before he had to turn in a science project for freshman year in high school. He’d woken up late, and by the time he was at the bus stop, lugging poster board and styrofoam diagrams in a wheelbarrow behind him, it’d left.

His father had run to catch up with him with an umbrella.

“I’ll walk ‘ya to school. Don’t want ‘em to get wet when you’d barely sleep making them.”

It’d been embarrassing. For someone his age to be walked to school by his dad. But all he noticed was the fact that his father had leaned the umbrella completely over him and the wheelbarrow. He was drenched, and he’d never been too fond of the cold.

“I can wear my jacket,” he mumbled. “Just tilt it your way. You’re getting wet.”

“Doesn’t matter,” his dad replied. “The only thing that matters is for you to get to school okay. Get good grades so you don’t become a loser.”

—

Guy wiped his tears and sat himself back down in front of the laptop. He let the all-encompassing, overwhelming mix of anger and sadness run through him. He wasn’t going to fuck it up. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way of the work that he loved doing. He gritted his teeth and did it even when every part of him protested.

Despite his father, despite his restless mind.

Despite it all, he’ll die fighting, bruised.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted guy #redactedverse #slushiewrites #redacted fanfic

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wannawritefast · 6 months

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Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

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bradtomlovesya · 2 years

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Choices. 2

Two: Tick Tock

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.

w/c: 2.3k +

a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:

"I'm going to fix it, I promise."

He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.

The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.

Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.

But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.

However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.

Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.

Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.

Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.

You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.

Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?

Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.

The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.

'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.

They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her. In spite of everything, you loved him.

Love is a double-edged sword.

Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.

The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.

"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"

"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.

"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.

"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.

"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.

"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."

"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.

You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.

"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.

"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.

You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.

"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.

"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.

"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.

"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.

Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.

"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.

"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.

Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.

It's okay to dream, isn't it?

You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.

"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.

"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.

'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.

"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.

"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.

"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.

And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.

"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.

"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"

"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."

"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"

"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.

"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."

The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.

You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.

"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.

"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.

Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.

Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.

"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.

"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.

"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.

"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.

"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."

"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.

"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.

"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.

The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.

"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points

Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."

Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.

MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.

"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.

"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.

"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.

"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.

Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.

"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."

"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.

"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."

"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."

Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.

However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.

Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.

Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.

~~~♡♥︎♡~~~

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okkotsuus · 1 year

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lost (michael k.) !

very unedited and very spur of the moment, kaiser brainrot, fluffy, alcohol, idk how many words

kaiser’s a little shit, but he was your little shit. so that would explain why you’re racing down the streets of tokyo to find him.

he had gone out to the bar with his friends to celebrate a win and you had stayed home to finish a report.

but alexis had called you up voice shaking as he explained that he could not find your boyfriend at the club. your heart fell as you calmed him down and threw on shoed while grabbing your keys.

you got into the car and called kaiser about three times before he picked up.

“hello baby!!” he was so earnestly chipper, voice slurring. alcohol always took off the teasing edge that he so meticulously put up. you heaved out a sigh of relief as you put the phone on speaker and started the car.

“michael, i was so worried-”

“are you mad? i’m sorry…” he let out a sniffle from the other line. right, alcohol also got him emotional. you chuckled as you fastened your seatbelt, further laughing as he whined.

“don’ laugh ‘t me, meanie” you could just hear his lip jutting out as his cheeks puffed.

“i’m sorry baby, can you tell me where you are?” you pulled out of your parking space and began to glide down the street, speeding up with an urgency. he’s famous, it’s very dangerous for him to be alone and inebriated on the streets of tokyo.

you heard a confused groan and shuffling from the other side before he answered. “i don’t really know, don’ live in japan.”

you just sighed as you pulled over, picking up the phone again. “babe, i’m gonna facetime you, can you show me your surroundings?” he let out an eager ‘mhm!’ as you hit the video call button.

you were met with the sight of michael’s flushed face as he tried to press the button the flip the camera. huffs were coming out of his pursed lips as he furrowed his brows and tried to squint his eyes to see better. he was so frustrated he didn’t have his glasses right then.

“got it!” he was so happy as he pointed the camera around, pausing on any visible signs. you saw a convenience store you recognized and began to pull out of the temporary parking spot.

“thank you so much, you did so great” your honey words had him giggling as he turned the camera back to his face. eyes sparkling and cheeks painted a deeper rosey hue. he was so pretty in the moonlight with his eyes all big and doey.

“miss you, please hurry m’love” you felt your heart swell as your foot ticked a little further down against the gas peddle, engine roaring in response.

“miss you too baby. why’d you even leave the club, alexis was worried sick.” you heard a huff as he looked away from the screen.

as you turned the second to last corner he mumbled out a response. you asked him to repeat it since you didn’t hear.

“…wanted t’ see you, tried t’walk home…”

your heart couldn’t take this as a fond smile made its way to your face while you turned the last corner. seeing him standing off to the side, swaying while holding his phone. he looked so soft.

“that’s so sweet baby, could’ve just asked me to get’cha though” you said from your rolled down window as you pulled up next to him.

his smile was so bright as he greeted you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before going around to the passenger side. you hung up the call as you helped him with his seatbelt. unable to see the warm smile on his face as his eyes filled with adoration.

you pulled out and began to go home, turning to him. but he was already asleep. curled up towards you like plants do to the sun. his eyelashes fluttered in his sleep as he softly mumbled your name. yes, he was a little shit. but he was your little shit.

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#i lub him #hes so squishy #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #bllk fluff #kaiser fluff #blue lock fluff #michael kaiser fluff

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kennysboxergf · 8 months

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Chunkz’s sister ~ Sharky

“Downstairs.” Flashed the message on Sharky’s screen. Ominous, but not too far left out of the ordinary for Chunkz. He often sent weird messages that had no meaning for the fun of it.

But then again it could be something serious. Damn this, Sharky really hated when he didn’t know something. He descended the stairs, trying not to speed up or slow down from his normal pace, but now he couldn’t even remember what his normal pace was.

He tripped down the stairs like a mad man and surveyed the room he was entering. Chunkz was standing next to the couch (weird) and his eyes followed Sharky as he entered the room (also weird). Niko was out with George right now, he knew that and didn’t expect him to be here and AJ didn’t come downstairs unless he was needed. Kenny was sitting in the corner of their L shaped sofa, his body folded up to fit into the corner cushions. He refused to look up from his phone, but had no earphones in (even more weird).

This text was definitely not a haha funny text. As he stepped closer to the couch he tried to rack his brain for anything he had done recently. He got the groceries, didn’t post anything revealing and hadn’t fucked anything up honestly. Except… no.

No he didn’t know about you. Sharky had fought tooth and nail to keep your relationship away from Chunkz, at least until he could slowly ease him into the concept. A man like Chunkz would react horrendously to his friend dating his younger sister. Sharky would know too, he had been there first hand to witness how Chunkz had talked about your last boyfriend, who could say what he would do if he had daily access to the guy his sister was dating.

With thoughts of you and your relationship with him getting exposed he sat on the couch, trying not to be too stoic. He relaxed his body, trying to play it off cool.

“You got something to tell me?” Chunkz said, face and tone revealing no emotion.

Sharky shrugged and shook his head, trying his best to act confused.

“Kenny here,” Chunkz continued, his manner and way of speaking made it feel like he knew something which ran Sharky’s blood cold. “He told me something very interesting and I was wondering if you had any idea about what it could be?” Sharky watched Chunkz put a wide arm on Kenny’s shoulder. He thought the hold was just a little too hard to be comfortable.

Chunkz smiled, and suddenly Sharky didn’t feel like the Shark in the room any more. Of course Kenny was the weak link. Chunkz definitely knew. And Sharky didn’t know how to confirm that he knew that Chunkz knew.

“I don’t know, maybe he has a new match or something?” Sharky replied, thinking the best way to deal with this situation is to ignore it completely.

“No, it actually has something to do with y/n, you know y/n? My little sister y/n?” All those statements were definitely questions but it did not feel like it. They felt like crimes, and Sharky was about to receive his sentence.

“Ohh, I remember her, how’s she doing?” Nonchalance, nonchalance was the way to go.

“You. Tell. Me.” Chunkz said, sitting down way too close for comfort and slinging an arm around Sharky’s shoulders. Something he does quite often but this time was different. His touch was harsh, his movements hard. Sharky winced at the contact.

Out of the corner of his eye Sharky could see Kenny also grimacing, uncomfortable with the situation he had created. Reassuring, wasn’t it?

“H-how would I know?” Sharky replied, stuttering despite his best efforts.

“Kenny tells me you have been spending a lot of time together recently.” Chunkz said, pulling Sharky in even closer.

“No, not really, I mean I saw her last week at the mall” Sharky said, unsure of how much longer he could keep a secret.

“What did you do?” Chunkz asked, everything about his could be taken as just a friend asking questions but then again, his voice was rigid, his hold tight around Sharky’s body. The heat from his body burned onto Sharky’s and it didn’t help that he was already sweating out of nervousness.

“We uhh..” Sharky tried to shuffle away from Chunkz but was blocked by the end cushions of the sofa. Chunkz noticed the small gap he had created between the two of them and took it as invitation to creep in even closer. “Had lunch?”

“Who else was there?”

Sharky gulped, “no one”

Chunkz nodded in response. And then no one spoke. For a while. Sharky, growing more and more paranoid by the second, spoke up to cover the silence.

“Could you move away?” Sharky said, whispering the words into the room, making them seem less commanding.

“Could you tell me next time you want to date my sister?” Chunkz answered.

Sharky turned to face him with wide eyes. He knew this was coming, he knew he knew but he wasn’t expecting him to come out with it so readily. Part of him was relived they stopped playing tennis with the information.

“Uhhh..” Sharky started, gathering the thoughts in his head to present this information from his side but also keep him brotherly instincts at bay.

“Let’s walk.” Chunkz said, getting up from the couch and extending an arm for Sharky. Sharky looked around frantically from Chunkz’s hand to his face to Kenny, who was also sitting very still, trying not to bring attention to himself.

“Can’t we talk in here?” Sharky glanced at Kenny, “with witnesses?”

“Walk.”

Shark reluctantly extended his hand to meet Chunkz’s, who moved it away before Sharky could grab it. Added embarrassment to the nervousness he was already feeling. He moved the rejected hand to the Sofa and lifted himself off, dragging his feet behind Chunkz as he led the pair of them out the living room.

Ten thousand thoughts ran through Sharky’s head as he stepped through the door, he barely even noticed stepping aside so Chunkz could shut the door. He stood there, staring at his feet.

“So..” Chunkz started, folding his hands over his chest, leaning his weight backwards on one leg.

“So.. wait.. let me just.” Sharky staryed, his speech speeding up “ok so- I can explain gimmeliketwosecondsChunkz” he rambled, raising his hands in a show of acceptance.

“Sharky!” Chunkz yelled, kinda loud so Sharky could hear him through the thoughts running through his head. He also banged the door with his fist to give poor Kenny in the living room a heart attack.

“Listen to me. I’m not angry at you for dating my sister, unless you’re doing it for poor reasons”

“No-no of course not” Sharky interrupted with a shake of his head.

“To be honest with you, out of the mandem you’re the one I would want dating my sister, wallah I would. I know you’re gonna be treating her right”

“Of course, I will, I Am” he replied, a smile growing on his face as he realised Chunkz wasn’t truly mad at him.

“That little stint in there was just to mess with you and Kenny a bit yeah?” Said Chunkz with a hand om Sharky’s shoulder.

“Of course, yeah yeah” Sharky nodded.

“But you gotta answer this truthfully right now, what are your intentions with y/n?” He said, tightening his grip on Sharky’s shoulder.

“Ok bro, honest, I know she likes me, I know I like her, right now we’re just trying something to see where it goes, I don’t have a clue, I don’t know if she does, but with the way it’s going I think it’s going to be a nice part of both our lives, one that we will look back to with joy. I hope that answers your question, I don’t mean any I’ll with your sister, Chunkz, I swear.” Sharky declared. These weren’t things he had said outlays before but saying them felt nice. It felt nice talking to someone about how he liked you.

Chunkz pulled Sharky in for a hug, squeezing him tight. Sharky returned the gesture. This was the furthest Chunkz was going to get to saying he accepted the two of you and Sharky was going to absorb every moment of it.

They pulled away, and left on their own paths, Sharky had a huge weight lifted off his shoulder and went straight to call you. Chunkz also tried to contact you, spamming you so you would reply. You talked to your boyfriend on the call while also replying to all of your brother’s messages, glad they could sort it out with minimum casualties.

Well, except for poor Kenny in the living room who still hadn’t moved, scared to walk into anything and getting dragged in it.

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ya so that was a story worm but then I gave up on it halfway then I forced myself to finish it so I hope it’s alr 🫶

#beta squad #sharky #chunkz #sharky x you #sharky x reader #cute #chunkz sister reader

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bad268 · 27 days

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Hello my friend! I've recently discovered your work for the frog boys and also saw you have requests open (if this isn't true anymore I'm terribly sorry!) I was wondering if you could write something about Pezzy (and maybe the rest of the frog house included if you want) playing horror games with his s/o? Have a good day!

Scared in Love (Frog Boys X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (I decided to make this part of [Blank] in Love. I could be read alone though. Thank you my friend <3)

Warnings: Horror games

POV: First Person (I/me)

W.C. 1027 (about 250 each)

Summary: Horror games are scary, who knew?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Technically can be read alone, but Part 4 <-

Puffer (At Dead of Night)

“This is stupid! All we’re doing is running from a bald guy,” I laughed as I controlled the movements in the game as we ran between rooms. Puffer had been asked to play At Dead of Night. Despite knowing he did not like horror games, he agreed as long as I was there for it. Neither of us had heard much of this game, and so far it was pretty boring. “Am I supposed to lock this door?”

“Maybe? Isn’t the guy chasing you?” Puffer answered as he leaned closer to the screen. He broke his glasses recently, so he was blind for this stream, and that’s the main reason he asked me to join. “Wait, why is that light flickering?”

“Like I know,” I scoffed as I immediately moved toward it. Nothing happened. “See chat, y'all just be hyping up this game, and it's plain.” I turned around in the game and jumped in my seat as some random person showed up. “Holy shit!”

“Dr. Bose was accused of the worst crime possible,” Puffer joked with mock seriousness. “We need to go to the ground floor now to see the police lights!” He took over the controls, again leaning close to the screen to see.

“Maybe you shouldn’t speed run out of the room,” I advised.

“Nah, we’ll be fine,” And almost like Jimmy was listening, he jumped out from around the corner to kill us. Puffer jumped back in his chair, causing it to fall back.

“What did I fucking say!?”

Pezzy (Doors)

“It’s Roblox. How scary can it possibly be?” were going to be my famous last words. I was sure of it.

“I swear to god if one more of these things pulls me out of the closet again, I will throw my controller at the screen!” I shouted as I died once again.

“Welcome to the club,” Pezzy laughed, “It only gets worse.”

“I’m going to cry,” I joked as I respawned. “This is literally torture! I did not agree to do this!”

“Yes, you did!” Leave it to Pezzy to pull up the receipts in the form of a text you sent him a while ago. He briefly showed it to the camera before clearing his throat, and imitating my voice, “I doubt it’s even that hard. I bet that I could speed run it faster than you.”

“I don’t remember saying that sober,” I admitted as I ran through the doors, ignoring Pezzy’s laugh. “I really don’t. In fact, I think a certain someone stole my phone and texted someone while we were drunk. I wouldn’t put it past you honestly.”

“I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing,” Pezzy gasped as he put a hand to his chest. “I seem to remember you bragging about not being scared of anything. You’re eating your words now, huh?”

“Never,” I said definitively. It didn’t last long as, almost immediately, the red skull thing chased me through the rooms. “I swear! PLEASE!”

Droid (FNAF Help Wanted)

“It’s not even that bad,” I laughed as I glanced at chat while Droid stood behind me playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. I had played it before since I was practically a FNAF channel, so Droid made it his subgoal to play it when they hit 5,000 subs. Granted, he did not think it would happen that quickly. “Just wait until you get to the third game.”

“You’re kidding me!” He shouted as he frantically looked around the room. “There’s no way it gets worse than this! You’re capping!”

“Nah, you’re just a baby,” I laughed as a highlighted chat caught my eye.

“You should shove him.” it read. Thankfully, he could not read chat while in the game, so I took this as my opportunity. With a smirk, I stood up and walked around to stand behind Droid. Just as the music picked up in the game, I grabbed his shoulders and he was jumpscared. From me and the game as Bonnie jumped out at him.

He flung his arms back to try and drab me, but I ducked and ran back to my chair. He pulled the headset off and immediately glared at me. He let go of the joycons as he pointed and slowly approached me.

“I will murder you,” He joked as he leaned down to be at eye level with me. “I will threaten domestic violence live on Twitch.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I joked back as I raised my eyebrows.

“WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! Nah, don’t even!”

Grizzy (GMod Horror Maps)

“I don’t like the squidward-looking thing or the witches,” I cried as I ran my character through the dark maze. “Why did you mod them in?”

“Because I knew you didn’t like them,” Grizzy laughed as his character followed mine around. “I can remove one of them if you want.”

“Please do,” I laughed as I purposely let myself get killed by Squidward, so I would respawn. Grizzy exited the game to fix the mod as I stayed on the call with him, entertaining his chat. Eventually, he got it changed but did not tell me what he put in.

“Can I know what was spawned?” I asked as I reloaded the game. I had to update it since the mods changed, and I got stuck on the loading screen for a minute. I thought he would have told me at that point, but no. When I loaded into the game, I saw a hoard of witches immediately. I slowly looked over to Discord to see Grizzy’s face cam, and of course, he’s got that malicious smile. “I will murder you.”

“You always say you could outrun the witches,” Grizzy laughed as his character also loaded it. As soon as he spawned, he threw a bomb at the group. “I’m testing you.”

I screamed as I ran my character the opposite way through the maze, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

“See!? It’s not so easy, huh?” Grizzly laughed as he watched my character run. ”What are you mumbling?”

“California girls were unforgettable,” I said a little louder than before as my voice got higher. “Daisy dukes bikinis on top.”

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cheegu3 · 10 months

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Enhypen - the glory (Pt. 4)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere, bullying, burn wounds, hospitals, swearing, car-crash, suicidal thoughts

genre; yandere

wc; 4.5k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; I know this chapter wasn’t very long and the boys barely feature but bear with me I’m trying to build shit up ;-; (I might release pt. 5 earlier than the schedule bc of this!)

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The wind from below made your skirt fly in the wind. You took one more step towards the ledge, looking down at the place you had seen many times before, back when you almost visited the rooftop every single night.

You wondered if someone would hear you if you shouted out all of your pain; screaming for someone to save you, but would they? Or would they keep walking with their heads dropped, eyes fixated on a phone screen with headphones on to block out the world?

Your feet seemed to move on their own, stepping up on the ledge as if they were too familiar with it by now. The alley below was empty, only big dumpsters and bags of trash were down there. No people passed by. No one would hear you scream here, it was practically the perfect place for suicide as well as murder.

But of course, you never actually took the step that you always yearned for. Like all those other times, you backed away after the wind started picking up its speed, howling in your ear like a beast, daring you to jump.

Your heart was thumping in your chest. Just when you fell to your knees to try and calm down your breathing, you felt something wet and cold land on your bare skin. Sighing, thinking it had started to rain you thought of how you’d have to run while your shoes would inevitably get filled with water on the way home.

But when your eyes lowered it wasn’t rain, but snow. Looking up, you saw many more snowflakes slowly falling down. It quickly started to cover all of you, like a white blanket and you almost groaned in relief when the coldness melted on top of your wounds. They had started to itch all the way from school to the rooftop, so much so that you almost dropped your backpack in the middle of the street to start furiously itching until it bled.

The snow became even heavier. To the point where you almost couldn’t see properly; and the snowflakes kept falling onto the bare skin, melting and soothing the redness while the burning feeling slowly dissipated.

Closing your eyes your hands dug into the piles slowly building up, to spread it all over, sighing in satisfaction. During your sweet euphoria, you suddenly heard the sound of a door creaking open.

Your head whipped around so fast it almost gave you whiplash, and you were on your feet at once, backing away from what could be a potential threat.

No one came out.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

You stared at the door, but no one broke the silence. Slowly approaching the door, you were on your guard the whole time. When rounding the corner you decided to go for it, hopefully being able to catch the attacker off guard so you had an advantage.

You jumped forward and kicked the door that had slowly started to close again wide open. Two pair of eyes stared back at you, widened in terror.

‘’ Soobin? ‘’

The poor guy looked like a terrified bunny, all pressed up against the wall behind him while his fists that were clenched hung limply in the air; it looked like a pathetic attempt at squaring up.

‘’ What are you doing here? ‘’

Your concerned frown shifted into an angry one, and the tone became more harsh at your next words, ‘’ Did you follow me here? ‘’

Soobin who was still recovering from you surprising him, only let his mouth hang open but didn’t look like he was sure what to say, so you cut in before him.

‘’ You fucking creep! Why would you do that? ‘’

He panicked.

‘’ No, no- wait! ‘’ he tried to stop you from moving away from him but you ignored his soft eyes pleading with yours, continuing to back to the spot you previously stood in.

‘’ It’s not like that. ‘’

Your dragging feet kept moving towards the edge, but you still decided to give him a chance to speak.

‘’ Then what? ‘’

Soobin gave you a half-smile, seemingly knowing you were still on your guard and didn’t trust him. He cautiously stepped out onto the rooftop, watching your reaction. When he saw that you didn’t move further away, he relaxed and his head raised to the sky, eyes twinkling at the sight of snow falling.

But It disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared, as they landed on you instead, worry taking over.

‘’ I just wanted to make sure you got home safe, you worried me. ‘’ he sighed.

But he didn’t sound too convincing yet, which he probably knew.

‘’ So you followed me so you could see where I live? ‘’

A harsh scoff left your mouth.

‘’ No! ‘’ he paused, jaw clenching. ‘’ You had this look in your eyes, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. ‘’

‘’ What look? ‘’

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, feeling like you already knew the answer.

‘’ A look of despair and…hopelessness. Only one, someone who has completely given up and surrendered to their pain would bear. ‘’

You didn’t say anything, but your heart ached painfully.

‘’ Yeonjun has seen it before. He told me. ‘’

Your curiosity spiked and made all manners go out the window. ‘’ Who? ‘’

‘’ It’s fine, we shouldn’t really talk about that. ‘’

‘’ Fine. Then tell me everything you know about them. ‘’

His eyebrows raised in a look of genuine surprise.

‘’ What do you mean? ‘’

‘’ Your dad works with Jay’s dad, I saw them outside your house when leaving. ‘’

‘’ I- uh, didn’t know that was Jay’s dad. ‘’ he bashfully admitted, scratching the back of his head.

You rolled your eyes scornfully, ‘’ And you expect me to believe that? ‘’

‘’ The kids never meet each other. ‘’ he defended, looking like he was starting to get angry. ‘’ Do you know your dad’s colleagues’ kids? ‘’

‘’ No... ‘’

Maybe he had a point. That fact alone didn’t really prove he was guilty. But you had a hard time trusting him because of your past. Whenever you let your guard down just a little around anyone, it seemed that they always betrayed you. Your bullies had sent a handful of bribed students to pretend to be your friend before; all just to watch your reaction, happy to have a friend, be crushed as they finally took them away and revealed their plan. In this situation, it seemed too good to be true that they just happened to have parents that worked together.

‘’ You scared me. ‘’ he repeated, snapping you out of your head.

‘’ The first day you were really nice to me, then the next you act like you want nothing to do with me. I don’t even know what I did wrong! ‘’

His sad tone made you, at last, feel some sympathy for him. You supposed you were pretty rude even though it wasn’t at all what you had planned after finding out they worked together. You were just going to be distant but ultimately exploded because of them dragging you to the gym again.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

His tensed shoulders sunk. ‘’ Thank you. ‘’

You smiled at each other and both seemed to think the same thing at the same time. As the snow piled up on top of Soobin’s head, your attention was drawn back to the weather that brings everyone’s inner child out. So you crouched down to quickly scoop some snow into your hands and you saw him do the same.

Before you could laugh, he threw a huge snowball right at you, hitting your chest and knocking the air out of you, your smile fell off your face.

‘’ Soobin! ‘’

He giggled and tried to run away. You hurried to scoop up even more snow and chased after him, throwing and having the luck of it landing right in his face.

You laughed heartily at the look on his face. He didn’t smile either when it was his turn to get hit, and almost immediately after he surrendered and cried out,

‘’ Okay! We’re even! ‘’

You caught your breath and he helped you get under the roof over the staircase as the snow kept falling intensely. The forgotten phone beeped in your pocket and you fished it out.

Soobin looked at you curiously. You knew he didn’t want to be nosy but his round eyes said otherwise.

‘’ It’s my mom. Finally asking me to visit. ‘’ you groaned. ‘’ I haven’t gone in such a long time. I feel guilty ‘’

‘’ I can come with you. ‘’

‘’ Why would you want to do that? It’s just depressing. ‘’

Soobin shrugged. He didn’t say anything else so you just looked at each other in silence. Your narrowed gaze and his beaming one; until you finally made up your mind.

‘’ Fine. You can come I guess. ‘’

He smiled widely and threw his head around like an excited child before leading the way down the stairs. You wondered on the way down, how you’d actually get to the hospital in this weather. It was practically a storm.

But Soobin answered your question before you could even say it out loud. He opened the entrance door at the bottom of the building and a big black car with tinted windows greeted you.

‘’ You also have a private driver? ‘’

You turned to him.

‘’ Yeah… ‘’ he sheepishly said, hurrying to approach it so you wouldn’t see his ears turning red.

A man who appeared to be in his 50s dressed in a black suit, stepped out of the vehicle. He first bowed to Soobin and then politely to you, which you returned.

‘’ Mr. Choi, we have to leave before the storm gets too bad. ‘’ his voice sounded hoarse like it wasn’t used very often.

‘’ We need a ride to the hospital. ‘’

The driver nodded and immediately got behind the wheel. Soobin turned back and waved for you to come up to the car. You hurried over and he opened the door for you, running to the other side and robbing you of the opportunity to thank him.

As soon as you were both in the car, it started and you were off at a very great speed. The car struggled to get a steady grip when turning out onto the road; it seemed the city wasn’t prepared for the sudden snowfall and therefore no roads were plowed or gritted.

You tried to control the anxiety that kept increasing the longer you spent driving. On several occasions, the car slid too close into the other lane, almost crashing which had Soobin clinging onto you for dear life. Afterward, he’d clear his throat and play it off which made you laugh, despite the situation you were in.

When you turned on the highway, you passed by several cars that had crashed. Police were parked on the bridge and tried their best to wave people off, warning them not to keep driving. For a moment you wanted to tell the driver to turn around like many others did, but the thought of disappointing your mom yet again made you bite your tongue and hold onto the door.

‘’ Are we there soon? ‘’ Soobin yelled over the sound of sirens and the heavy snow hitting the car roof.

‘’ Almost, hold on tight! ‘’ the driver shouted back over his shoulder.

Just then, he had to wrestle with the steering wheel as the tires lost their grip, this time you’re the one who grabbed Soobin. Your heart was drumming widely inside your chest and all you could think about was how stupid you were for standing on that ledge earlier. You didn’t want to die, you couldn’t die yet.

You imagined behind closed eyelids what would happen if you crashed and died in that car. The cycle would likely repeat itself. They would find a new girl to fixate on and she’d be tortured, never having or never taking the chance to fight back. It had to be you, of course.

‘’ Soobin! ‘’

His face scrunched up and he leaned in, struggling to hear you.

‘’ You were right! ‘’

‘’ What? ‘’ he yelled, practically laying on your shoulder now.

‘’ I need you! I can’t do it all by myself! ‘’ you cheerfully yelled back.

A guttural laugh slipped out of his mouth. ‘’ Why are you telling me this now? ‘’

You laughed too.

‘’ Sorry. I just got excited. ‘’

And that was partly true. He didn’t need to know about the fact you wanted to use him because he had more money than you did. Even if you didn’t trust him 100% yet, he would probably be very useful for someone like you, who only had half the power and resources he had.

The car screeched as it came to a jolting stop, colliding with something in front which threw the both of you forward violently. Soobin hit his head while your shoulder bumped into the driver’s seat in front.

‘’ Are you okay? ‘’ you both asked at the same time.

You get out of the car. He looked like he had a bigger collision so you wanted to help him. He reluctantly accepted you helping him in silence, trying his best not to put too much weight on your smaller frame.

Despite him trying to hide it, he eventually had to support himself on the car as his ankle seemed to be causing some pain. At the same time, you saw the head of the driver appear from the other side of the car.

You were about to come around to him but he waved you off and wriggled out of the damaged vehicle with a gruff. The second he was out, panic grew in his eyes. You followed him as he ran over to Soobin, clutching his hands to take a good look at him.

‘’ Are you hurt, sir? ‘’

‘’ No. Don’t worry, I won’t tell dad. ‘’ Soobin tiredly smiled.

The driver sighed as if a huge burden had been taken off his shoulder.

‘’ Why not? ‘’

Soobin turned his gaze to you. His eyes were only half-open and he struggled with his breathing.

‘’ It’s not the first time it’s happened. ‘’

You turned to the driver. You didn’t know why but you felt angry. Why was he a private chauffeur if he could barely drive; crashing several times when he had a young high-schooler to drive around?

He shied away from your glare.

‘’ It’s not what you think, miss. ‘’

You stepped closer to him, which made him step away. His body language screamed of discomfort.

‘’ Y/n, stop it. ‘’

You met eyes with Soobin, who looked almost as angry as you were, and instantly your mood changed. You backed away from the driver who bowed his head in shame, and he only nodded at your quiet apology.

‘’ He doesn’t get paid enough, his vision is only getting worse. ‘’

You all stood in silence as his words hung heavy in the air.

‘’ W-what? ‘’

‘’ I’m going blind, slowly. ‘’

Your eyes flickered around in guilt. ‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

‘’ If my boss finds out, he’ll fire me. I have a family at home. ‘’

‘’ That’s why I can’t say anything. ‘’ Soobin added. ‘’ But, the injuries are never too bad. One quick trip to the hospital, and I’m good to go. ‘’ he shrugged, trying to light up the tension.

‘’ Again, I’m sorry. That was…really out of character for me. ‘’ you said.

He waved you off for the second time but smiled, letting you know there were no hard feelings. Soobin got approached again and he supported himself on his driver as the three of you slowly started to move towards the entrance of the hospital.

It was a lot emptier and quieter than what it usually would be around this time, probably due to the snowstorm outside. The lady at the desk’s head raised at the sound of your footsteps.

‘’ Hey. What can I help you with? ‘’

‘’ I’m here to see my mom, I’m her daughter. ‘’

‘’ Name? ‘’

You dug out the paper you always kept in your schoolbag with all the information that was needed. She took it out of your hands and her eyes scanned over it before she gestured to the hallway on the right.

You took the lead, Soobin and his driver following at a much slower pace behind. The hallway was too familiar at this point. Years had been spent walking down it, and now you felt bitter at the thought of having to redo it all over again as your mother relapsed just a few weeks ago. She had insisted on you not visiting, even though it made you feel guilty; and she had done such a good job at ignoring your first messages, that you actually hadn’t thought about her since you yourself were in the hospital with the burn wounds.

When your hand touched the door into her room, you wondered what she would say about them, so you quickly decided it was best she’d have nothing to say at all; pulling down the sleeves to make sure they were covered just in time for you stepping in.

‘’ Y/n! ‘’ your mother exclaimed joyfully.

She seemed to remember the role she’d been committed to just a second later, for her smile got replaced with a scowl.

‘’ Why did you come here when I told you not to? ‘’

You ignored her scolding.

‘’ I brought my friend, Soobin. ‘’

Your mom’s angry eyebrows turned into question marks. ‘’ Your friend? ‘’

‘’ Yes? ‘’

‘’ I thought those lovely young men before were your friends. ‘’ she hummed, looking out of the window.

You and Soobin stared at each other. The same fearful expression mirrored on your faces.

‘’ I didn’t know you had made so many new ones. ‘’

‘’ Mom- Who were they? ‘’

She sighed exhaustedly and held her head as if it just hurt to think about it.

‘’ There were so many of them. I think…seven, how could I remember their names? ‘’

Soobin put a hand on your shoulder, sensing how you were going to worry.

‘’ Are they- ‘’

You pushed past him and slid the door open. The hallway was empty closest to your mom’s room, no relatives resided outside them and no nurses patrolled it; but then your eyes continued to shift further down, and in the distance, you saw them.

The door to a room got closed as Jake, Jungwon and Ni-ki joined the other four who were waiting outside. Your heart was in your throat. Immediately you shut the door and turned the lights off.

‘’ They’re here. ‘’

Soobin heard the urgency and panic in your voice and tried his best, despite his injuries to hurry over to the corner of the room. Outside, the voices grew louder.

‘’ Mom, please be quiet ‘’ you whispered to your mom.

She seemed bewildered but stayed quiet, gaze fixated on the small round window on the door just like you and Soobin who were holding your breaths had. If they decided to visit your mom again, you’d be fucked. From where you were standing, you were only out of sight if they peeked through the glass, but not enough in hiding if they stepped in.

They got closer. You could differentiate their voices now. Shoes shuffled closer and you felt yourself unconsciously press harder against Soobin. Your heartbeat grew louder and louder, eventually drowning out the voices that were starting to sound muffled.

‘’ Y/n, they’re gone. ‘’

Soobin tapped you and you released a breath you didn't realize you had been holding in. The dizziness went to your head but he helped you steady yourself.

‘’ Shit, sorry. ‘’

‘’ What was that about? ‘’

You looked at your mom again and gave her an apologetic smile.

‘’ Sorry. We have to go. But I promise to visit you soon again! ‘’

She didn’t answer in time. In under a second, you’ve dragged Soobin out of the room and closed the door, quickly turning your back to your mom so you wouldn’t have to see her face.

The hall was empty again but you wasted no time running to the room you saw them leave out of. If they happened to come back, at least you knew what they were up to before getting caught.

A quick peek into the window told you the room was empty, so you slid it open swiftly and went in with a lot of confidence. A girl lay on the bed in the middle of the room and she backed up against the headboard upon seeing you.

‘’ No, wait! ‘’

You approached her bed, hands up to try to calm her distressed self down.

‘’ We’re not here to hurt you. ‘’

She didn’t move from her spot.

‘’ Isn’t that a girl from our school? ‘’

Soobin stepped further into the room. You were about to get irritated at his interruption but, at his words, you took a better look at the girl and realized he was right. She was a student, one year below you.

Your eyebrows furrowed. ‘’ How do you know them? ‘’

‘’ I just got injured. ‘’

Her arm that stuck out from under the covers was in a cast, and the other arm which laid on top had some familiar wounds on it, the burn marks.

‘’ You didn’t answer my question. ‘’

‘’ We’re…friends. ‘’

Neither you nor Soobin looked rather convinced. While thinking of what to say next, Soobin took your hand to talk outside, out of earshot of the girl. He sat down on the bench and rested his face in his hands.

‘’ What do you think? ‘’

‘’ A new victim? ‘’

‘’ Does this mean they’ve forgotten about me? ‘’

‘’ Let’s hope so. If they’re not keeping tabs on you, it makes it easier to get revenge.’’

He voiced out the thought that had popped into your head as soon as you saw the wounds. You felt terrible about thinking that way though. A part of you wanted to jump in and intervene, but that would bring attention to you if they really had forgotten about you for a moment.

At the same time, why did she look so scared when she saw you? Surely, they must’ve told her about you, right?

‘’ Where do we start? ‘’ Soobin mumbled.

You both sat in silence. A feeling of unspoken hopelessness surrounded you two. It felt like a dilemma, you were stuck at a crossroads.

‘’ What does your dad do? ‘’

Soobin looked taken aback. ‘’ He works for the mayor of Seoul- ‘’

‘’ What! ‘’ you almost screamed, making him jump. ‘’ Jay’s dad is the mayor of Seoul? ‘’

He nodded innocently, pouting at your tone change.

‘’ Fuck. I don’t…know. I don’t think there’s much we can do. ‘’

The two of you sat in silence for a really long time, both heads working overtime to try and come up with something.

You started to chew on your lip. The foot that had been tapping rhythmically out of anxiety, stopped abruptly as an eureka washed over you and made your eyes light up.

‘’ Soobin! ‘’ you gasped. ‘’ You- You’re our key in! ‘’

His eyes widened, but he still looked a bit confused.

‘’ They haven’t seen us together since the first day since you were late. We have a chance of fooling them, making them think we never became friends. ‘’

His eyebrows rose. ‘’ And, you want me to pretend to be their friend? ‘’

You eagerly nodded.

‘’ We need someone on the inside. I don’t know if I can trust Sunoo yet. ‘’

‘’ But me? Y/n, I’m the worst actor! I will fuck up almost immediately. ‘’ he whined.

Your hands found his, and you looked at him earnestly; a spark of newfound hope written all over your face.

‘’ Please. ‘’

Soobin ticked his tongue and looked away from you. He looked like he was fighting on the inside, yet it didn’t take long for him to sigh, ‘’ Fine I’ll do it, for you. ‘’

You squealed with joy and had to hold yourself back from hugging him. It was still necessary to keep some distance, so that if he betrayed you; you wouldn’t be too affected, and hopefully had a backup plan.

His face lit up as a shy smile spread on his face when watching your reaction quietly. It was quite quickly replaced with a determined one seconds later. He took out his phone and handed it to you.

‘’ We’ll have to have some code-name for each other, and you have to go into settings to make sure previews are off. ‘’ you rambled as you received the phone and put your number into it.

He hummed.

‘’ Like baby or something? ‘’

‘’ What? ‘’

Your cheeks heat up.

‘’ If I just tell them you’re my girlfriend, they won’t question why you’re texting so much. ‘’

‘’ Oh…’’ you swallowed, gathering yourself. ‘’ That’s pretty smart. ‘’

You put in the nickname Soobin suggested and then handed the phone back. He shifted on the bench beside you and you got the feeling that he wanted to leave for some reason.

‘’ Do you need to leave? ‘’

He looked guilty. ‘’ I promised Yeonjun I’d be home before six. ‘’

‘’ Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then. ‘’

He smiled back at you warmly.

‘’ Remember. We’re not friends at school. ‘’

You jokingly looked offended which made him laugh wholeheartedly. He waved you goodbye before slowly disappearing down the hall. It took several minutes for you to get up from the bench and gather your things.

When you passed by the door of your mom’s room, you smiled sadly. However, it became forgotten as your phone vibrated in the pocket of your jacket. You fished it out and instantly the gloomy look you’d been wearing turned happy.

5:45 pm

Unknown sender: Hi, did you miss me?

You laughed out loud. It had been what - ten minutes since he left, and he was that excited to text you.

You: Maybe, did you?

Unknown sender: I always do

You rolled your eyes. Was he seriously flirting with you now? Your fingers quickly tapped over the keyboard to send back when your phone pinged as another message came through at the top. Clicking on it, you got ready to tease him about being clingy.

5:46 pm

Unknown sender: Hi, it’s Soobin. Please add my number!

Your stomach dropped.

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 11 months

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Part two of this Post because I literally ramble for so long.

So, was Gwen trying to shut down Miles, or incline something is possible?

Let's dive in!

This is her looking down towards her hand Miles's, who very subtly, try to get closer. She notice what he is doing.

It's very subtle, the type of stuff you notice after you are going half-speed and compare the images side by side. I also think regardless of how quick, in movement you can capture how she appears to almost be swallowing a bitter pill.

Closing her eyes, the corners of her smile falling just slightly so, in the moment it looks almost like she is telling this to herself more than she is telling Miles.

This, is the moment when I feel is Gwen shutting Miles down.

Because no one here has actually said the words dating or relationship or similar, not in the context of them together at least. Yet they are both well aware that what Gwen meant with those words wasn't just casual trivia about the spiderverse.

And Miles takes it as a sign to pull his hand back.

Here is a part that has trip me in my multiple runs to the theatres.

She looks back at her, and smiles, heck her smile even gets bigger in this shot.

A lot of this conversation she has looked back at the horizon, with her smile showing at its brightest when is at him, and yet she tries to keep her gazes short most of time.

But not here, she stares.

And Miles sees that.

I don't know if the moment we move the camera to this angle, Gwen's moves her face away for no reason, or maybe the fact that we are seen Miles now, means he is just turning to see her now, and she shies away.

What I found interesting is how the shot doesn't show them looking at each other, or seeing them in front each other.

Angles have different meanings in cinematography, and believe it or not, despite being this crazy about frames I have no idea about these angles. Not in a true professional level.

But I can see that if we were seeing Gwen look at Miles from this angle, we would miss her expression. This also means we get to see Miles's expression sink in while she looks back to the horizon.

I wonder what Gwen felt when she saw his gaze, if she saw the way he looked at her and needed to look to the other side because her love for her shows so clearly in his expression and she knows they can't.

Remember how in the last post, I pointed out how Miles turned into a better lighter something, and it helped?

He is just doing it again.

Here is the thing, I don't think Gwen is fully convinced about this anomaly-ending-all-the-universes situation, if she truly thought Miles was dangerous as Miguel makes him seem she wouldn't be here.

She believes it because Miguel makes a strong point, because he is the one who introduced this situation properly, and because she is in an agency fully committed to Miguel's mission and this is her life now.

Yet she is still with Miles, repeating the things Miguel probably has pointed out (if not him, someone, I don't think she stumble onto this by accident.) and they kind of get outweighed by Miles here.

Here we go back to what I was talking about, they are seeing each other, but we don't get the entire picture of it, we just seem what they see, with camera making us look almost like if we are looking over the shoulder of the character.

I think this is a good way to show the still present divide, we cannot see their feelings for each other fully appear on the screen, and they can't see it either. They cannot realize that the two together like this paint a picture that could only have one meaning.

But let's stop my sad attempt of purple prose, and to this.

Gwen leans into Miles, is her doing this.

So, if we establish that Gwen still smiles after hearing his refusal to buy into that mentality, to look at him and just stare as he lovingly glances at her, and she is the one to lean into him; I still think she is trying to turn him down?

Because...she didn't say anything else.

The situation is this, this entire exchange has been showing moments of Gwen slightly pulling back, from the different moments at the clockwork where she walks away from him, to her going to fast for him at times, for her saying to Miles and herself it is probably not meant to be.

Yet she never tries to go far enough he cannot follow, or she cannot get back to him. She still leans into him, smiles; the last time they saw each other she reminded him that she was older than him, for 15 months, but still counted for her.

(Yes, I think it carries meaning that she herself reassures is not that big of a gap, but this is not the post to dive about that.)

So what is it now that she still cannot find a way to say clearly, no?

She doesn't want to, it's really that.

She knows she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be talking about this, and she shouldn't be in this position, but she is, and she doesn't want to go away.

I think she still shuts him down because the last thing she said about the subject (or well, while hinting at the subject,) was she thinking it wasn't going to work.

Before, she told him that it was great talking to him, and confirmed it so again. She told him things were different with him, even if she wasn't sure how to put it.

And yet at the chance she has to say "yeah, maybe there is a first time," she stays quiet. But leans on him.

For me, this is her indicating that she is just letting the moment sink in, to have the closest she has to a proper date with him. If circumstances were different, this is the moment when while looking at each other, they should had kissed.

But they still turned their heads away, not taking that step.

This is where people may feel Gwen is giving mixed signals (and I will probably go for the kneecaps of someone trying to imply that,) but I think the fact that Gwen doesn't mentioned something between them again is that she is letting those words be the last ones about her opinion on the subject. And the fact that she isn't saying anything else is that her mind hasn't changed in that regard. Yet.

And we finish this sequence with one of my favourite frames of the movie, which says a lot in a movie full of frames that feel like works of art.

I like to point out how earlier we see them being still a bit far from each other, but the last shot on this environment is them rectifying that.

How this is a show where not by coincidence, makes it looks almost like they are the only people in the world, on a shot only people like them can see, and yet it happened because this was Miles favorite spot, and Gwen decided to sling in a way Miles has never attempted before.

Making this a sight, only possible by them being together.

#ghostflower #gwiles #gwen stacy #miles morales #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #spiderwoman #ghostflower files #I cannot believe I wasn't thinking on analyzing this sequence because I assumed I didn't have anything to say #and I didn't even address the beginning of it!#jeez how I do these things

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oleander-nin · 10 months

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A/N, not important: I hope y'all like this because I sure don't! Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: stress

Words: 1156

Prompt(s) requested: 11(Calming down) & 20("I'm glad you're the one I fell in love with. I'd be lost without you.")

Summary: Donnie's stressed so you try to help him out

Bad thing after bad thing happened today. I grumble curses under my breath as we head home, scratching at the new wounds I gained during the fight. Stupid Hypno and his stupid magic rings. I hold my staff closer to my chest, my hands wringing the wood as I walk. Leo was loud as always, his words ringing through the air and piercing my ears. I glare at him when he tries to put his hand on my shoulder, pulling back. I just wanted to go home. I had so many projects I needed to finish. SHELLDON needed his next upgrade, my jetpack battle shell was busted from a previous fight, and Raph had broken yet another phone. My face pulls into a grimace. I had so many things to do.

I slide down the ladder into the sewers, walking the familiar path back to the lair. I keep my eyes forward, ignoring my brothers and their loud antics. My shoulders hunch, my hands still clenched tightly to my staff. The world felt too small, every little sound shooting into my head like little bullets. I grit my teeth and speed up a bit, trying to get to my lab. I needed to be in my lab.

I ignore my brother's cries for me to wait up, speed walking into the lair and to my lab. I crash into my chair, letting myself sit for a moment. Stupid battle interrupting everything. I exhale slowly as I turn to my computer. I let the monitor start up, my body jittering. My leg bounces at a constant rhythm, a metronome to the song of my silence. I grip the mouse tightly, moving the small icon back and forth across my screen as everything starts up.

It was too slow, everything was too slow. I needed to be done already, I had so much to do. I open up my code files, scanning through them. The usually soothing process of coding was putting me more on edge, my skin crawling as I type.

I slam my fist down on the desk as another error code pops up, my teeth grinding together. I slump back in my chair, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I couldn’t tell why nothing was working. By all accounts, it should be. The lines were precise and each segment was correct. But the code still refused to run.

I sat there for a while, staring up at the ceiling. I grit my teeth, my hands gripping the arm of my chair tightly. Nothing was working today. Was it my fault?

My eyes glide to the door as it hisses open. I watch (Y/n) walk in, their face pulled tight in concern. Of course it was. Mikey probably sent them.

I turn back to my computer, hunching over the keyboard as I grumble under my breath. I didn’t need anyone to ‘check up’ on me. I was fine. The world was just too loud right now. I continue to watch them out of the corner of my eye. They walk past me and into my room, messing with something on my bed. I turn my head, watching them openly now. What were they doing? They didn’t even say anything. My eyes continue to be trained on them as they come back out, one of my weighted blankets hanging over their shoulder. Oh.

They cross the room and hold the comfort item out to me, my eyes flicking between them and the blanket. I sigh, my shoulders falling. I take the blanket and swing it over my shoulders, sinking into the comforting weight of the fabric. (Y/n) hooks the chair they usually use with their ankle, dragging it over before falling into it. They lean back, spinning slightly as their toes push the chair back and forth. Their eyes shift to meet mine and I hold their gaze for a moment. The air in the lab was still, neither of us speaking. My body is still tense and I curl up in my chair. I spin my chair around so I'm no longer facing the code I was working on. If I saw another error code, I was certain I’d break something.

“You’re upset.” They remark, unhelpfully. I look at them, unimpressed.

“Impeccable deduction skills, Sherlock.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

They hum softly, their arms stretching above their head as they pop their back. I watch them for a moment, shifting in my chair. We both continue to sit in silence, my frustration growing. It wasn’t fair.

“I just don’t understand!” My voice surprises both of us. I don’t meet their eyes, gesturing wildly at the computer. “Nothing I do is working! It’s not fair! I’m a genius, so why can’t I figure this out!”

“Probably because you’re tired.” Their voice is soft, encasing my buzzing head in a blanket of words. It was a much nicer sound than the rumbling air vents throughout the lair. I shake my head. No, no. I wasn’t tired, I couldn’t be tired. There was so much to do. I needed to get it all done.

“I’ll sleep later, I just… Can you go make me some more coffee? I need to get this done.” My voice was more pleading than I wanted it to be. I scowl at myself, I wasn't supposed to let things like this show. Everything was falling around me and I couldn’t stop it.

“Coffee isn’t going to help, Don.” I shrug, turning back to my computer. I dismiss the error codes, looking back over the lines of code. I would be fine if I could just figure this out. I send a command to SHELLDON for my coffee instead.

I vaguely notice their head looking at my code, my body shifting slightly so they can see it better. The tightness in my chest was still there, but their presence was helping slightly. I start scrolling through my code again, looking for what caused the error.

“Are you using Python?” I glance at them before nodding. This specific project needed this language to achieve what was required the easiest. “Line one oh eight has ‘def’ capitalized.”

I blank for a moment, my mouse moving to the line. They were right. I fix the mistake before continuing to scroll through the code, slower this time. We both look through the code for more bugs together. (Y/n) points out some more flaws and I fix them. We reach the bottom of the code and my body tenses. I run the command, watching the screen load for a moment. I hold my breath. No errors pop up. It worked.

A huge sigh of relief leaves me as I push myself away from my desk, my head hanging down. I look at (Y/n), smiling. "I'm glad you're the one I fell in love with. I'd be lost without you."

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #donatello #donatello hamato #tmnt donatello #rise donnie #donnie rottmnt #donnie #donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie tmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #donatello x reader

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ BLINDING LIGHTS ❞ + SHIDOU RYUSEI !

( ! )—› sae x f!reader x shidou, angst and feels, one sided pinning, smut descriptions, fwb, relationships, confession; word count :: 2kish.

( syn. )—› Ryuusei thought his morals, ideals, likings, and disliking would never clash with Sae. Well, he was not entirely wrong but fate always had a knack for playing it dirty.

( . . . )—› if you think he's ooc in this pls forgive me. i saw him come alive on screen and my first instinct was to hurt him -_- listen to the song blinding lights by lucas estrada. redirect to blog navigation.

What's a mistake? A miscalculation? A misunderstanding? A white lie? Well, what is it?

For someone like Sae, Shidou thought he was never the type to date, not until he is established and well-settled. Sure, there were flings, casual dating, infatuations, and even bad break-ups but Shidou never thought he would get left behind. Part of him liked chasing Sae, in academics, sports, and sometimes girls but he never anticipated that this competitive gulf would widen so much in just one semester when he did not share the same class as Sae. But, Shidou could adapt to anything at light speed. Maybe, that is what prevented him from losing the spotlight to others. Shidou’s class was at the utmost corner of the floor, that is, the last classroom on the third floor. That was the only thing he liked about this semester. At least, he will attract stares whenever he goes for a toilet break during classes. He loves to put up shows, especially when he is the icon of them. Moreover, this semester, he and Sae belonged to the same section which secretly makes him look forward to his progress, to this semester. Being competitive with Sae is like walking on thin ice. One crack, one error and it's game over.

Summer is here, and the shrill cry of the cicadas is almost at par with his annoyance. Late classes again. . . or detention, as put by his homeroom teacher. Well, at least Sae is waiting for him in the library. He does not have to walk home alone. Shidou's juice can is almost empty by now as he proceeded toward his classroom. He halted before the second last room of the long corridor. He was standing near the windows from where he could perfectly see Sae towering over a girl, his head buried in her shoulders, his hands clasping around her back while hers skimming through his hair, her mouth slightly parted, legs curling around his waist and her eyes. . . were stuck on Shidou. He immediately hid against the door crushing the juice pack out of agitation. It is no surprise for him to see Sae with a girl. He has seen him plenty of times at after-match parties, at locker rooms or at a closed friendly gathering. But here? At college? He must be desperate, and that girl sure got some fire to make him bend one of his codes. But why, why is it bothering him? Is it because Sae did not tell him, about this girl? Or is it just a kickstart for another boring semester? That day Shidou ended up waiting for Sae at the library instead.

Weeks passed but the uncanny feeling of sharing stares in the corridor kept piling up. Shidou was aware that she saw him walking into them and she knew this could ruin some relationships if not kept a secret. Shidou never asked about her to Sae and y/n never told him that Shidou saw them, that Shidou saw. How ironic it is that two people who never talked to each other decided to do the same thing.

Lately, Sae has been cutting ties off with his previous flings, not answering their calls, leaving them with a short reply, and telling them he does not have time even though he has nothing planned by his schedule.No one could see it more prominently than Shidou. They were roommates after all; of all the things Sae could do, he decided to hide things from him. So naive or . . . is it that he does not want y/n under his radar? If that is the reason, then he sure is going to do what he is not supposed to do, what he is not expected to do, what Sae does not want him to do . . . “that’s it for today’s class. Students who did not submit their homework should finish them and submit it before going home.” A united sigh echoed from the class. While everyone was dejected for having to stay late at after classes, Shidou was delighted, in fact, was looking forward since his bench partner was her, Y/N. Maybe not having subjects in common with Sae wasn’t so bad.

It is true that from the day his eyes met her, he kept thinking about her. Thinking about things like how she speaks? what did she like? what she does not like? what she hates the most? what kind of person she would be? He weaved a version of her and when his homework was over, he realized how wrong he was about her. It was as if she broke through all his ‘types’ and ‘rules’. No wonder Sae liked her. Maybe it was more than just liking.

Shidou kept not doing his homework on a regular basis. She was the kind who never missed any of the homework but being a class representative had its own pros and cons. He never bothered to talk about that illicit stare they shared at the advent of the semester while she thought that very eye contact would be enough of a reason to stay back after classes. Maybe this went on for almost a month. Shidou could not tell that time flew by so quickly until some mock tests were announced. Shit! He can’t stay back after school anymore. Practice tests became frequent. Shidou started submitting his homework on time. Y/N saw less of him as the end-semester exams approached. Time ran faster than usual and perhaps, they forgot about each other in time, or atleast that is what Shidou hoped for. There is no gain to remember someone who belonged to someone else, right?

“There he is,” Sae spoke leaving the crowd to walk toward his former roommate. New semester, new roommate. Sae walked towards him. The music was loud, and the lights were dim but Shidou could see her clearly, walking towards him. . . maybe she remembered him after all; he blinked as Sae introduced her to him. He never would have imagined that Sae would be so fast at making this official. Did he actually know that he likes y/n? He shifts his haze beside the girl who curled her arm around Sae's. Oh yeah, how could he forget those eyes? Those eyes beckoned him while she made love to his friend. “Hello, I’m y/n l/n. I’m sure you heard a lot about me. . . she looks at Sae with a beaming smile on her face and then looks at Shidou saying, “nice to meet you,” extending her hand towards him. Oh dear, she must be kidding with this act. Shindou could see her nerves wracking, tension slipping through her very fingers that is supposed to welcome him. Was he supposed to keep it a secret? That they knew each other?

He grins meekly before speaking. “Nice.to.meet.you, y/n. . . call me Ryuu.” He utters plainly without smiling or even shaking hands with her and walking past her. Sae smiles, not surprised by his behavior but quickly wraps his arms around her waist giving a little squeeze and a kiss on her temple exclaiming fondly, “Sorry for that. He is a little moody today.” scrunching up his nose regretful of his friend, an apology that Sae should not ask but rather Shidou should; but who was y/n to judge? She hit his nerve the moment she decided to treat him as a complete stranger even though they were not, they were like what. . . just . . .study buddies? The party went on, with music buzzing in his ears, neon lights blinding his vision, and his senses and all Shidou did was sit in silence amongst these busy noises. He did not even entertain the advances of certain girls. He was exhausted, exhausted for being the chaser. For once he wanted to be an ally. If only Sae told him about her before anyone, would things be different?

From then, a weekly study session was done in Sae's room. Things were awkward at first but time, time wiped all of it but it could never fade the hurt y/n was going through. Sae always had a bevy of girls, sometimes boys after him. He was just a popular guy. And, there were times when Sae failed to be Y/n's support, sometimes even when she was looked down upon, or begrudged by others. So, Shidou ended up doing something he should not have done. He went to visit her, when Sae was not around and when there was no study session scheduled.

Mouth open ajar, eyes full of perplexed look. “Why . . . why are you here? We don’t have a study session today.”

“What makes you think I came to meet you? I came to see Sae, where is he?” He voiced irritatingly.

She brushed his harsh tone and responded.“Out. been gone for almost an hour.” Shidou did not press her about it anymore. Even though he was not facing her, he could tell she was about to cry, at least she sounded like that. “I’ll give him a call,” She called Sae but there was no answer at the other end. Y/n was about to text him but Shidou grabbed her wrist, firmly, saying, “Don’t,” leaving her hand. “I’ll wait.” He exhaled deeply regretting coming here out on a whim, what if he can not tell what he was supposed to tell by coming here? what if he hurt her more than him? What if he is wrong all about her? what if she still chooses to be by his side despite Sae being so cold to her . . .Shidou rubbed his hands, then put them inside the pocket of his jersey-jacket. Mind fogging with so many thoughts, he blurted out of the blue, “I like you.”

“. . . Huh?”

“i like how you . . . your voice, uhm. . . your smile, face, just . . . everything about you ” Shidou sat on the edge of the bed. Y/n licked her lips before letting out a soft chuckle. She knew this was going to happen at some point. She felt it, felt it during every study session, felt it every time Ryu kept looking at her.

“Ohhh?” She exclaimed with a hit of mockery in her voice “then, Is there anything you dislike about me ?”

“there is.”

“I don't like the fact that you're just his speed dial girl” How did he know that? She walked towards him where he was still seated. His eyes did not leave her and neither did hers. Extending her hand to cup his face she said, “Ryuu. . .” rubbing his cheeks gently, Shidou closed his eyes feeling the warmth of her hands, just for a moment before the warm recoiled. “You should leave. Sae will be here soon.”

Ryusei smirked, standing up.“Yeah right.” he exhaled deeply. “yeah.right.”

What's a mistake? is it not a miscalculation?is it not a misunderstanding? or a white lie? or is it not being able to come to terms with the output that one would not dare to imagine?

@tokyometronetwork

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thetrashbinseries · 4 months

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— Fahrenheit Part Two ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two, three

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst, explicit smut, 'daddy' and 'babygirl' petnames, light spanking, heated physical domestic argument

x x x

Jake shot me a text as soon as he touched down in his hotel, leaving me to navigate the aftermath of our little gathering solo. I silently cleaned up the traces of the night, letting my thoughts swirl in the quiet aftermath. Shouldn't I be on cloud nine? Chris, I assumed, had already landed by now, maybe snagging his stuff from the baggage claim. Why the resistance to me picking him up? Couldn't he save some cash and avoid those Uber headaches? As I mulled over Jake's words from our earlier chat, a wave of guilt washed over me. If someone messed with my career, I'd probably cut ties too.

But did it have to be face-to-face?

Suddenly, two knocks jarred me, throwing my dogs into their usual frenzy of barks. Now? It felt too soon, like breaking a speed record from airport to doorstep, factoring in landing, baggage, and Uber waits. My motion light, unnoticed until now, flickered on as I was lost in thought. My palms got a little clammy as I fished out my phone, checking for messages from a friend dropping by. But all my friends were back in my hometown.

Unscheduled visits are a rarity out here, that’s part of the reason why I picked such an isolated home.

Scrolling through my phone, the doorbell rang out, setting my pets into a louder commotion. Activating the security camera app, I saw Chris on the screen—dark hoodie, black beanie, and chill gray sweats. Hands in his pockets, a visible exhale, like he'd been holding his breath. Just one piece of luggage, small enough to be a carryon. Skipping baggage claim altogether, I guessed.

Maybe he didn't want to risk airport paparazzi, but at this hour, it'd be a ghost town anyway.

I unlocked the door, slower than planned, giving it a cautious swing open. Stepping back, I left room for him to enter, the question of how to react buzzing in my head. Hug him? Kiss him? Do a little happy dance? God this is awkward. Chris sniffed, a hint of red on his nose, and began shedding his shoes and beanie, shaking out his curly hair. He looked wiped, but it had been ages since I'd seen him without the makeup mask. His eyes told the tale of tiredness, the faint shadow under barely-there brows, and the shifts in his skin tone—all untouched by the glam squad. Even a touch of facial hair peeked through, a secret sign of the real guy behind the polished pretty boy image, something he religiously stayed on top of. All the things that make him very human. The things not many people get to see.

"What changed?" I threw the question at him, arms crossed in the entryway. Our eyes connected for the first time since he rolled in. I caught a flicker in his right eye, a giveaway of stress and insomnia. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, a nervous move, just enough to reveal a hint of his dimple near his mouth's corner.

Undeterred, I pressed on, "Channie—"

His eyebrows pulled together instinctively, a tough look in his eyes. "Don't call me that," he shot back, a stern expression etched on his face.

Frustration bubbled up, my voice amped up involuntarily, control slipping away.

"What the fuck is your problem? What? Did you catch a red-eye just to come argue with me?"

"Yes! I caught a red-eye fucking flight to—" Chris cut himself off mid-sentence, sucking in air sharply through his teeth, muttering something under his breath in Korean. He ran his hand down his face, eyes closed, releasing a breath before locking eyes with me again. The anger lingered, but it was transforming into something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I could feel hot tears threatening, but I held them back, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, refusing to show any weakness. Was this the end?

"Of course, I hopped on a flight to have it out with you. Isn't that what you wanted?" “Don’t you gaslight me Christopher Bang, I’m not your little fucking fans–”

He looked exasperated, hands out, "What do my fans have to do with this?! You said it's simple, am I coming or not? I'm here, just like you wanted, because it's all about you, isn't it?"

I turned away, striding off, the red haze building within me. I wanted to lay into him for talking out the side of his neck like this, but I wouldn't stoop to that level. His voice echoed down the hall.

"Yeah, walk away. It's your specialty—running away."

I halted, closing my eyes, back turned to him, grappling with the urge. I fought it hard; he was on the brink of hitting below the belt. Logic eluded me at this moment.

"I'm going to smoke before I physically violate you."

Attempting to walk away again, his footsteps echoed behind me. Chris wasn't the type to follow for an argument—that was typically my role. I expected him to detour to the kitchen for a drink or something, anything other than what he actually did. His hand seized my forearm, yanking me hard enough to turn me three-quarters around. I saw red, wind knocked out of me as my back slammed into the wall, caged between his big, loud hands thudding against the wall beside my head. A flinch—a moment of confusion. Had he struck me?

Quickly assessing, no parts of my body ached except between my shoulder blades from the impact.

Breathing heavier than anticipated, Chris mirrored the sentiment.

"Physically violate me, then," he uttered, his voice dangerously low, just above a whisper. My body was confused, my brain a tangled mess. His intense gaze bore into my face, forcing me to look away. He tilted his head, compelling eye contact once more.

"It's not rocket science, Y/N."

The phrase echoed from our earlier phone argument, reigniting my hostility. I raised my head, meeting his eyes with a narrowed gaze. "I hate you," I snarled, trying to slip underneath his arm to free myself. Chris wasn't having it; he gripped my wrist behind my back, pressing my chest against the wall. His muscular frame kept me in place, his chest against my back. I twisted my wrist, but he tightened his hold. His breath grazed my shoulder, his words so close to my ear it felt like he was feeding them straight into my brain.

"I hate you too, baby," he murmured. His free hand ghosted the tendrils of hair that had escaped my messy ponytail, tender and gentle unlike the firm grip on my wrist. As his fingers swept the hair away, soft lips pressed against my skin, eliciting a sigh from my lips. Each kiss left thorns of heat, moving along my neck, down to my shoulder.

"I hate you," I repeated, losing my edge.

"Mmm, shut up—I know," Chris replied. Finally, he releases me, his hands finding their way to my waist beneath my baggy sweatshirt. Despite being in my home for a few minutes, his touch is still cold against my warmed skin. I feel a shiver as my nipples harden, and he seems to sense it, cupping them, squeezing. My knees almost buckle as I lean back, my head perfectly resting on his shoulder. Our bodies intertwine, fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. His fingers pinch the pebbled flesh, drawing a moan from me and an audible sigh from him.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel his hardness against my backside. It's not a gradual thing; he's already rock stiff, hips grinding into me as his hands explore my body with a passionate messiness.

What were we arguing about again? Lust swirls, making me dizzy with how good my body feels. My eyes lose focus and regain it with every recovery breath as he squeezes at the extra padding on my hips and waist. No part of my body goes untouched, and I try to shake off my reservations. No, that was a hang-up of mine. Christopher Bang is here to touch, lick, and squeeze every inch that belongs to him.

A tap on my hip brings me back to reality—a gentle reminder between us whenever things heat up in unconventional places.

Against-the-wall activities are actually pretty uncomfortable in real life.

Who knew?

He takes my hand, and I follow him like an excited puppy, almost stumbling over myself to reach his body once we get to the couch. It's my turn now; my hands have a mind of their own too, you know.

Such a soft face without makeup, I'd almost forgotten the hardness of his body—had it become even more solid? My hands run over his abdomen, feeling something different—less lean, more meaty. Usually, I go straight for what's mine, but now I'm curious. Gripping the bottom of his hoodie, I can sense the muscle shirt underneath, so I yank them both off, the scent of his body wash, cologne, and deodorant hitting me all at once, etching the experience into my mind on nearly every sensory level, except for...

Taste.

As his clothes drop to the floor with a muffled thud on the carpet, he turns to face me. His skin is less milky, more sandy tan, and wheat-colored under my warm lights, unlike the artificial ones he's usually bathed in. He must've soaked up the sun in LA, and I can still see it reddening in the places where blood has surged the quickest.

He's completely under the spell of carnal sensuality—deep in the well, unable to see anything around him, becoming the parts of himself he wouldn't dare confront in the daylight. I notice because I pay attention to things like that—I see the way he looks at me, as if I'm his most treasured plaything. His mannerisms change, slower, with certainty in every touch. He says things you wouldn't dare repeat once he's back to his Earth self, lest he deny, deny, deny, laughing loudly overtop of you, or cringing away from embarrassment.

Yes, as I drop slowly to my knees, watching him, I see the way he stands in his masculinity, divine, a god in his own right. Just when I think the moment can't get any hotter or I might combust, I hear him—a puff of air through his nose, a lazy, almost entertained, but not quite—chuckle. His lip quirks ever so slightly upwards.

"You hate me?"

Heat radiates from my body; I'm certain I'm letting off steam at this point. I feel it, especially in my face, fingers wrapped in the waistband of his sweatpants, hanging loosely as I look down, unable to maintain eye contact, feeling regret building up in me. I can tell by the way he says it that he never believed it—but still...

"I didn't think so," Chris' voice answers the unspoken questions in my head. His fingers graze the bottom of my chin, urging me to look at him. "Look at me while you do it."

My engine roars to life without hesitation. I tighten my grip on his sweats, yanking them down with determination. He kicks them off, backing up to sit on the couch, but I'm not waiting. I take the caramel-colored, thick head of his dick between my lips, halting his retreat. The sweetness of his precum floods my mouth, turning bitter as it reaches the back of my tongue and throat. Flattening my tongue against the bottom of his girthy shaft, I open my mouth, letting him rub his sensitive, unsheathed tip against the warm, back wall of my throat.

Obediently watching him.

He likes that, making it clear by placing his hand on the back of my head, urging me to stay while he thrusts further, pulling out just a centimeter to plunge into my throat. Small gasps escape his lips every time my gag reflex spasms around him. I run out of breath, choking backward, and he lifts his hand, allowing me to right myself.

"C'mon, babygirl—thaaaat's it—fuck." Chris grips what's left of my ponytail, guiding me back onto his dick, all the way to the back, with no true mercy. A few more tiny thrusts, and I'm coughing again, my mouth and jaw drenched with slippery saliva mixed with the constant ooze of his precum. He glances behind him, ensuring his seating, then lets himself fall back onto the couch, hand tangled in my thick hair as I wrap both hands around his cock—a pretty, deep brown, a stark contrast to his body tone.

When I start focusing on stroking his sensitive tip, he drops his head back, emitting the most delicious groan. Pulling back on his sheath, dribbling spit onto his tip, I begin jerking him again, taking advantage of the smoothness the extra skin provides. I follow with my mouth, taking in whatever my hands can't reach, and when I start with the suction, another groan escapes him—this time, broken, his hips rising a little off the couch, encouraging me to keep going.

"Oh God—that feels fucking—incredible; don't you—fucking stop." His chest moves with each gasp as I twirl my hand a certain way. I try to stay consistent, but it's been a while, and my neck strains from the bobbing, lips growing numb. But fuck, he's so hot; I don't wanna stop.

I engage in a slow rhythm, savoring the silky feeling of his dickhead against my swollen mouth and eager lips, pressing loud, wet kisses against it. He's lifted his gaze to watch, and I seize the opportunity to run my tongue along his length, exploring the prominent ridge beneath.

"Oh my God—" His head drops back, words and vowels drawn out in ecstasy.

I lean back on my heels, hands taking charge, a twist here, a firm grasp there. When I lean forward and start slurping again, with all intentions of taking this man’s soul—his hips withdraw, and he halts me with a breathless, "Fuck," sounding like he just finished a sprint. "You almost made me cum," He taps my shoulder twice, a signal we both understand, prompting another switch in our silent dance.

I’m more than happy to obey, feeling how wet I’ve become when he pulls my sweats off as I climb onto the couch on my knees, my arms resting on the head of it that rests against the wall. I can feel his hands, now warm, even hot almost against my ass as he spreads me open. I curl my fingers into the couch with anticipation, and then comes the feeling of both of his fingers entering me first. I let out an eager moan, reveling in the relief and satisfaction of being touched by someone so skillfully. He’s curling two fingers, stroking my spot, I can feel his pinky and index splayed against my juicy, wet pussy lips. The filthy sounds amplify as he increases the pressure, prompting me to move against his touch, the base of his hand firmly against my asshole.

“Mmm, baby, you know how much daddy loves to eat this pretty little cunt—but the way you’re clenching around my fingers, fuck I—I gotta feel you.” Chris slows down, he speaks again, reminding me of his proposition, “Is that alright babygirl? Hm? Can daddy fuck you now?”

“Mhm, Mhm!” I can’t think straight, why was he asking? Of course he could fuck me ten ways from Tuesday in a handstand for all I care! Just—

“Fuck me.” I beg, unsure if I meant to finish that thought out loud.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” The weight of his knee presses onto my leg, his foot securing his position against my other thigh, his thumb against my asshole as I begin to feel his dick stretching me open, eliciting the weirdest, downright feral sound from deep within my gut. He’s raw, and I swore I could feel every vein, every ridge, and his head passing through every sensitive quadrant of my pussy until his balls tickled the lips covering my entrance. It was then that my walls squeeze around him, desperate to feel him move. I could almost make myself cum just like that—I begin moving against him, caught in the intensity of the moment, like a cat in heat, and he’s so deep, I feel him in places that make my eyes flutter.

Thumb leaving my sensitive hole, Chris takes firm hold of the sides of my tummy, rutting into my heat, sending a shiver through my spine that puts me into an arch. He seizes the chance to hold the front of my neck, adjusting me for a slower, more profound connection, exploring every inch of me. It takes a lot of stamina in the legs for this—of course he’s got that. I rest my hand on his thigh beside me, feeling the firmness, digging my nails in as I grit my teeth together, the pleasure overwhelming me as our bodies, beginning to get slick with the fluids between us, rock desperately against one another.

I'm released, and I lurch forward, barely snagging myself on the top of the couch. Just then, I sense it against my left hip—

tap tap

My vision snaps back into focus as I hear him breathing as heavily as I am, flopping down onto the couch. I take the lead, hovering over him. We both gaze as his dick is swallowed up by my pussy, inch by beautiful inch. I let out an incoherent sound, a mix of a grunt and a moan, my arm draped over his shoulder, fingers entwined in the curls at the nape of his neck as he thrusts. My touch shifts from gentle exploration to grabbing fistfuls of his thick, silky, curly hair at the base of his skull. Using my knees for stability, I sync with his rhythm, adding those addictive hip circles that set every part of me ablaze like a pinball machine. The alarms blare, the lights flash – this, right here, is my favorite way to connect with Chris, where we're on an equal playing field.

As we delve deeper into each other's gaze, the intensity heightens, but there's always a moment when one of us surrenders, head lolling back, eyes rolling together. His hands work my hips in rhythmic circles, like a baker kneading dough on a board. Yet, I sense when he's had his fill as he takes back control, lifting me up and snapping his hips into me at speeds that defy reality. My cries become a constant stream, shameless screams of his name, erratic and desperate.

"Yeah, thaat's it—" I can feel my walls softening as my body begins to literally feel like it's filling up with water that’s threatening to consume me any second now. I’m gasping, trying to form the words to tell him I’m almost there, that he can’t stop, or even slow up, he’s got to keep going, I’m certain if I don’t get there, I’m going to die.

“D-Daddy, don’t—” I can’t say anything else, I can only hope he gets it.

And he does.

Chris always gets it.

“Gonna stop---all your bitching, hm?” He’s holding my waist to allow me the freedom to focus on my impending orgasm. “Gonna let me do my fucking job from now on, yeah?” “Mm--yeah!” “Say it,” “Chris!” I whimper in protest, “I’mma s-stop fucking---bitching!”

“That’s my girl.” He slaps my ass, sending a shock through my body, but before I can recover, he strikes again, and again, and my body becomes quickly hyperstimulated. I start letting go, my breath held hostage in my chest as Chris lets out a stream of curses, hitting his peak and spilling inside of me. I can feel it, it’s carrying my climax out even further, and when I finally collapse, with him still inside, I can feel my entire body buzzing, and I’m muttering something that doesn’t make sense to myself or him.

We're both catching our breath, heart rates settling down, but Chris finds joy in this aftermath. He chuckles, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my lower back, exploring the dimples above my tailbone. "What are you saying?" he asks.

"I love you. I love you, and I never want us to breakup. Ever," I say, more composed now, my cheek resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, the pull of sleep threatening to take over like it always did after a proper orgasm. His arms wrap around me, securing them with a grasp on his own wrist. I feel a sense of security.

"I love you too. I didn't come all this way to break up with you," he reassures me. I lift my head, likely with my hair wild and untamed.

"Really, Channie?"

He laughs. The nickname is cleared for use again. He kisses my lips.

"Of course not. Why would I cross the country just to break up with someone? That seems like a lot of...effort," Chris continues. He tilts his head back to gaze at me, tucking his chin in. Once he sees my focused attention, he looks ahead as he talks. "I want to be with you, or I wouldn't have made you my girl—"

"You didn't," I interrupt, sitting up. I pull away from his lap, wrapping the knitted throw over myself as I nestle into the couch beside him.

He looks puzzled, "I didn't? Really?" He shrugs, raising his brows. "I always thought you were."

The relief floods in.

So, we were on the same page.

Curiosity takes over, and I inquire, "When did you start thinking of me as your girlfriend?"

"Mm." Chris looks up in thought before locking eyes with me again. "The first time we had sex."

I'm taken aback by the memory. It wasn't a smooth ride, ended up in a heated argument. "When I got caught outside the building after our studio session? Chris, you almost jeopardized your whole career after that."

Chris tugs at the blanket's end, and I hand it over. As he slides underneath, he takes my foot into his lap, rubbing circles into the center. "That's not how it works—don't get me wrong, it was... difficult. It still is, which is why I couldn't just decide to show up when you asked. I've been allowed, by contract, to date for a few years now."

"Then why are we sneaking around like you're ashamed of me or something?" I hug the blanket tighter, feeling exposed.

Chris seems thrown by this revelation. "Ashamed of you for what? You're beautiful, talented. I don't—did I give you that impression, babygirl?" He shakes his head. "I'm protecting you. You've just been signed to a major label, and we've got a good thing going, yeah? Why mess it up now when we can wait for things to level out for the both of us?"

He makes some valid points. It's reassuring to hear he's not ashamed of me. I start to feel the familiar peace his presence brings. It's been four months since we were last in the same country, let alone the same city. I grew impatient after he came in on business and then left again, making excuses not to see me. That's why this time, I escalated it and added pressure.

"Level out, what does that mean?" I ask. Chris sits back, mindlessly running his thumb over the pads of my toes while looking at the coffee table's candle.

"I think we'll know once we both get there." He looks up to me. "I'm sorry, babygirl. I wish I had a better answer for you right now." He sounds sincere enough. I believe him. He's given me no reason not to trust him before, right? His fingers stop on my soles, and he tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing as if trying to see something better. He leans forward, picking up the knitted beanie near the ashtray.

My heart drops when I realize what it is.

But why? I didn't do anything wrong. RIght?

"This new?" He turns it around on his hand. "Where'd you get it? I like it."

Caught in the moment, I blurt, "A gift." I reach forward, taking it before he can spot any stray hair that doesn't match mine. He's not checking that closely, at least not yet. I turn it over in my hands. "I've been keeping it cold in the house, so it helps keep me warm," I say, tossing it onto the beanbag chair. I turn to him, nudging his shoulder as I scoot closer.

"Sooo, how was KCON?" - fin

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